bakerstreet | Extreme Kink

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Extreme Kink

For many of those kinks that aren't covered by the other kink memes.
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS, READ WITH CAUTION.

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treebizarre

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- There will be absolutely no kink-shaming. Do not tag a player with a kink they've said they don't like. No abuse or harassment (unless it's the sexy IC kind) is tolerated.
- This meme is guaranteed to include triggers, squicks, and adult times. Be conscientious of yourself and of your fellow roleplayers.

DOMINANCE (1)
1. Forced orgasm/orgasm denial - Maybe making your partner beg for it. Maybe making them beg you to stop.
2. Breathplay - When you control even how they breathe.
3. Sensory deprivation - So they perceive nothing but your touch.
4. Dub-con - Whether they like it or not.
5. Non-con - They definitely don’t like it. You don’t care.
6. Somnophilia - While you were sleeping...
7. Fisting - Inside them past the wrist.
8. Mind Control - Congratulations: you have powers of hypnosis, or telepathy. All the better to subdue your partner.
9. Master/slave or master/pet dynamics - You own them, and everything they are.
10. Piercings/tattoos/branding/scarification - Leaving a permanent mark.
11. Humiliation - Someone deserves to be taken down a peg or two.
12. Aftercare - You’ve exhausted them. Time to bathe, cuddle, and put them back together again.

GENDERPLAY (2)
1. Forced feminization/masculinization - Who’s a good little girl?
2. Pegging/Femdom - because guys aren’t the only ones who can bend someone over a desk and fuck ‘em.
3. Breast expansion - Hmm, let’s make a few adjustments here...
4. Pregnancy, fertilization, breeding - You just can’t wait to have a child.
5. Human cattle/livestock - Milking, feeding, mucking ‘em out.
6. Bimbo/slut transformation - They only exist to fuck. Preferably to fuck you.

VIOLENCE (3)
1. Bloodplay - Mmmm. Tastes like pennies.
2. Vore - Who’s hungry?
3. Mutilation - including castration, amputation, evisceration

ANATOMY (4)
1. Watersports - A golden shower.
2. Xenophilia, tentacles - Maybe you’re a little too fond of alien anatomy. Or maybe aliens are a little too fond of you...
3. Inflation - You’ve taken so much that you’re swollen.
4. Sounding - Slide it right down the center of his cock.
5. Medical kink - Oh, doctor, I have a terrible problem...
6. Enemas - To clean you out everywhere.
7. Extreme size difference - possibly even anatomically impossible sex
8. Multiple penetration - As many as you can take.

AGEPLAY (5)
1. Age difference - May-December
2. Extreme age difference - ...February-December?
3. Underage sex - They might not know what they’re doing, but they’ll try.
4. Virginity - Time to deflower one partner or another.

OTHER (6)
1. Fucking machines - When human stamina just isn’t enough
2. Ritualistic sex - a religious sacrifice, a cult demand.
3. Gangbang - They’re all here, and they all want you.
4. Multiple - Pick two of the above.
5. Multiple multiple - pick 3-5 of the above.
6. Challenge - Include 5+ of the above.
7. Wild card - Don’t like any of the options? Come up with your own!

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"Wouldn't know," he grunted stubbornly, but his voice was low, harsh, and lined with an unmistakable need that he didn't understand. He realized belatedly that his hips were rocking against her hand, seeking out more friction against his cock, but by the time he noticed it, it was far too late for him to do anything about it.

That had her pausing, looking at him incredulously. "Surely you're joking."

A virgin? At his age? Looking the way he did? Perhaps if he'd been brought up in a monastery, and maybe if he'd been dropped off at her doorstep before any other interaction in the world. Though, it hardly mattered. The way his body was responding to her, his hips rising and falling in a rhythm that was pure instinct, she knew, virgin or not, that status wouldn't matter much longer. Taking both her hands from him, she kissed him, distracting him as she began to remove her own clothing.

"Not much in a mood for joking," he managed to get out, but then her lips were on his again, and he let out a muffled sound of protest. He was by no means a monk, but by the time he'd gotten to looking the way women appreciated, he'd been carted off to war, which had suited him just fine. Girls made him tongue-tied anyway, and that was even before he'd met anyone as aggressive as this Ivy.

Slipping out of her clothes, she let them fall beside them, hands moving back to explore over the wide expanse of that broad chest, pressing herself up against him and letting out a sigh as her breasts brushed against naked flesh. "I should hope not," she whispered, voice showing her own signs of arousal. She could feel him, firm and hard, pressing against her stomach as she leaned in, trapping him there and moving slightly to tease him with friction.

Steve blinked in surprise when he picked up on the unmistakable feel of naked flesh against his, and he peered down to see that that expanse of green skin was suddenly more... expansive. His face red at both the display and the way his cock noticeably throbbed at the sight of her like that, he looked away, trying to think of all of the least sexiest things he could imagine. The Hulk in a tutu should work, right?

Oh, he was untried. It made her conquest that much more intense. Winding the vines around his waist, she loosened them on his arms, reaching for his hands and bringing them up to cup her breasts. "What's the matter, hmm? Not a fan of the female form? Or is it the skin tone that's the problem?"

Not that she cared either way. He was hers now.

She could likely see the way he swallowed with some difficulty as he felt the soft, full weight of her breasts in his hands, and it was hard to convince himself that he wanted to pull away. Try as he might, he couldn't help glancing down, watching the way his hands groped her, and he felt a bead of sweat beginning to prickle at his temple.

"Some of my best friends are green," he muttered. "And I like women just fine, provided they're decent."

Her hands slid up his arms, down his sides and around to the globes of his ass. Tight and firm, she lifted up on her toes, sliding her stomach against his cock again, tugging him in closer by the grip on his ass. Her mouth nibbled up his neck, tongue flicking out to leave a trail before she caught at his lip with her teeth. "Decency is overrated. I much prefer being upfront with my interest."

Steve actually let out a small noise that almost sounded like a yelp when she gripped his ass like that. The way she moved had him all but trembling, simultaneously wanting more and wishing it would stop. "I'm sure there are men who appreciate it," he told her. "Me, I prefer not being tied to a tree and manhandled."

And drugged, from the looks of it, though he didn't want to say that. If he was mistaken and had only gotten this aroused naturally, he might just go find a hole to crawl into once this was all over, so better that he not know and simply assume.

"And I'd prefer if people would stop being so invasive on the rest of the planet, but we can't all have what we want, can we?" Arms lifting to wind around his neck, she pulled herself up, legs sliding up to band around his waist.

Her mouth found his again, tongue dipping in to taste him as she lifted up and felt him slide against her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

Oddly enough, he wasn't really planning on finding an environmentalist lurking inside this beautiful - if definitely deranged - woman, but before he could comment on it, his mouth had been captured by hers again. When he felt her climbing on him, he tried to jerk away, but it was pretty much impossible to get away from her, and he didn't seem at all willing to break that kiss, much to his chagrin. When he felt the tip of his cock brushing up against something warm and wet, he instinctively rocked his hips upwards, trying to get more of that sensation, not even realizing what he was doing.

That push upward slipped him inside, let her rock her hips again and slide further downward. The delicious slither of pleasure whipped through her, making her groan into the kiss, one hand fisting in his hair. He was big, stretching her, but in that way that had her cheeks flushing, had a shiver flicking up her spine, had her back arching as she drew her mouth off his to tip her head back. "God, yes."

As soon as he'd rocked up, he stopped, back straight as he stared up at her in horror. What was he doing? She felt so tight around him, so wet, so good, but part of him couldn't help wondering if she was supposed to be this tight or if he'd done something wrong. She didn't seem to be complaining, though, and so he let his hands drop to her hips, holding onto them gently despite everything she's put him through.

She lifted up enough to slide back down, body taking him in more as she loosened herself up, working him in slowly but surely. Another gasp left her, nails digging into his shoulder as she ground down, rocking until he was fully sheathed inside. She began a slow rhythm, wondering how long he'd last, wondering how quickly until she could work him up to a second round. Then a third. She might have to keep this one for a while. He was utterly divine.

He grit his teeth together hard, looking up at her desperately. This wasn't right, not in the least. It felt nice - it felt fantastic, really - but he could hardly move and she hadn't even given him the chance at a fair fight. He was caught between a rock and a hard place: he knew this was wrong and that he should be fighting her, but not only was he unable to do so, it felt too good for him to want to do anything. All he could do was stare up at her, lips slightly parted as though he meant to speak but simply had no voice for it.

Only heroes and the naive fought fair. Ivy had learned her lesson in that regards. She took what chances she could, and right now, her chance was tied against a tree trunk, impaling her on his cock and trying oh-so-hard not to enjoy it. "Shh, just go with it, darling. Doesn't it feel good? Doesn't it feel wonderful?"

Slightly faster now, she lifted and fell, her own breaths coming slightly faster.

Steve was both a hero and more than a little naive, at least in the way this world works. Though his hands still grasped her hips, it was partially for something to hold onto, since trying to bury himself against the tree trunk only resulted in a splintered back. He could only glare up at the woman riding him, doing his best to resist the lustful cloud that wanted to take over his mind.

That glare made her want to break him even more, her mouth crashing back onto his as she slipped her tongue inside, painting the inside of his mouth with more pheromones. She came down harder on him, tightening her inner muscles as she moved her body in a wave. She was already close, that shiver tingle zipping up her spine indicating she wasn't long off from her first orgasm. She wanted him to lose himself, slip into that primal part of his brain that was only concerned with mating, with rutting into a willing female.

He made an indignant noise into her mouth, and it was clear that he was fighting a losing battle. The only thing keeping him standing at this point where the vines pinning him to the tree; otherwise, he would have collapsed onto the ground, both from her more focused movements and also from sheer frustration. He didn't want this, but his body wasn't listening to him, and that was a terrifying feeling. He credit his panic with being why his grip on her suddenly tightened, his arms wrapping around her and bringing her closer.

Faster still, her hips piston over his, drawing back from his mouth to whimper out a gasp. His arms banding more tightly around her let her tip back, find a deeper angle and almost scream at the sharp, shooting bliss that began to flood her. Bucking, her body convulsed around his, her hips grinding down to drag it out, make it last.

Slowing her pace, she tipped her head up to grin lazily at him, leaning in to nibble up his neck. "That as certainly a nice way to take the edge off. I wonder how many rounds you have in you."

Steve let out a long, strained cry when he felt himself slide in deeper. He wasn't sure if he'd hurt her, since that sound she made sounded almost pained, but the way she reacted afterward... oh. That was an orgasm, wasn't it?

He flushed darkly, hoping that now that she was sated she'd let him go, even as his body was still burning for her, making him groan as she nipped at his neck. "Why bother?" he asked, his words not coming out quite as defiantly as he wanted them to, but definitely more defiantly than his body currently felt. "You've had your fun anyway, right?

"Darling boy, I've only just begun," she laughed, letting it turn into a sigh as she continued to slide over him. Of course, what she really wanted at the moment, he likely wouldn't do. Not yet, anyway. But she could at least move them a little more, take away the strain of standing from him so he could concentrate more on the pleasure - sink into it and forget about resistance.

Slowing, she lifted herself off him, a moue of displeasure on her face as her feet found the ground. "That was certainly a fun ride, but I think I'd like a little more mobility." The vines began to tug him, even as she began to slide down, wanting him splayed out on the ground.

He watched her, the chemicals in his body turned his angry glare into something far too heated to be angry. He almost lost his balance when he's suddenly tugged, but he doesn't offer much resistance as he sinks to the ground, aside from a feeble, almost obligatory strain against the vines.

She was on him again, and Steve realized that he was still rock hard, his body actually arching into her touch. He just wanted release, to end this torture and get the hell out of here, but she already made it clear that she had other plans for him. "I'm sure you can find someone a lot more willing if you bothered to look," he retorted, though it was pretty hard to pretend that his body was more than willing.

Lowering to her knees beside him, she straddled his thighs quickly enough leaning down to nip at his chest, kissing over to let her teeth graze a nipple. "Perhaps, but I don't want someone else right now. I'm quite fine with you."

Especially since he was so aesthetically pleasing, and filled her so completely. Speaking of which-- She moved a hand down to find his cock, angling it up so she could fit herself over it again. Ah... perfect. Another flicker of heat went through her, making her look down at him with a satisfied smile.

His muscles twitched every time she touched him, and he tried his best not to hiss with every kiss and feel of her teeth. That became all but impossible, though, when she impaled herself on him again, and he felt that impossible tight heat surrounding him, making him move against her instinctively.

He wanted to keep trying to convince her, to tell her that someone else might make this feel better for her, but all at once, he couldn't quite bring himself to care.

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.. I have no idea why that was 'might'. Should have been 'much'. :| I fail

fff, it's okay, I've seen much worse typos and have probably made a fair share of my own ^^

It's RP. It's sort of destined to happen. :)

Yep. Especially since I haven't slept all night and it's currently 7:30am here \o/

You're an all-nighter too? 4:30am here <3

Yeah, I pretty much don't have a weekend sleep schedule. >_>

Sleep is for the weak.

Pretty much, yes.

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