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The HURT ME Meme
For kinks of pain: physical and emotional.

WARNING: Prompts will contain sexual and violent content and triggers. Click with caution!

THE PHYSICAL:
1 - Slapping. Bare-handed: including spanking, face-slapping.
2 - Flogging. With a leather flog, as soft or hard as you want.
3 - Breathplay. Cut off their oxygen.
4 - Beating (soft). Leaving bruises and marks.
5 - Waxplay. Feels like a burn, but isn't.
6 - Biting. Use your teeth.
7 - Gunplay. It might be the hurt, or the threat of it.
8 - Bloodplay (soft). Just a few cuts…
9 - Sexual exhaustion. Forcing them just a little too far, until it hurts more than it feels good.
10 - Suspension. Bind them so they can't (or can only barely) touch the ground, and wait for it to do its trick.
11 - Dubious consent. Don't know if they want it or not.
12 - OTHER.

THE EMOTIONAL:
1 - Loss. You've taken away something they care about deeply, perhaps destroyed it - or killed someone close to them.
2 - Rejection. All they want is you. Best to crush their feelings into the dust.
3 - Humiliation. Take away their pride.
4 - Punishment. They've done wrong. Time to let them know exactly how.
5 - Revenge. They've hurt you personally, and you want to hurt them back.
6 - Deception. Use the truth, or a lie, to make them hurt.
7 - OTHER.

THE HEAVY:
1 - Beating (hard). Draw blood, leave scars.
2 - Whipping. As hard as you want.
3 - Choking. The hard side of breathplay.
4 - Burning/Branding. Leave your marks.
5 - Fisting. The whole hand.
6 - Oversize Penetration. Double, triple, or just larger than they can take.
7 - Mutilation.
8 - Amputation.
9 - Vore.
10 - Guro.
11 - Non-con. They don't want it, but you'll force the issue.
12 - OTHER.

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He doesn't push too much, no more than two, just enough to press and drag the pads of his fingers over his abused prostate.

"No you wouldn't." He says simply, running his free hand up along Billy's back again, then down again to simply rub. And the kid really wouldn't; he can be wicked and terrifying if he allows all that careful control to slip, but it doesn't stop him from thinking about it what he could do to him, how many ways he can take him apart.

Billy groans, body twitching forward slightly when his fingers find his prostate. He bites at his lower lip for a moment before meets Daken's eyes. "A sample? I've heard some pretty far out there stuff from Loki, so I can probably handle at least a little of what you're thinking."

A lazy smile tugs at his lips, eyes half lidded as he leans his head back against the wall. "Do you want to hear how much I would like to break you?" His words start as a low rumble, fingers still curling inside of him, constant pressure. "How I would tie you down and fuck you open until you can't scream anymore. I would leave you bloody and absolutely ruined, use you in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine." He reaches up to stroke his cheek, almost tenderly, even as his voice drops to an almost purr. "And that's being kind."

There's low sound near his ear, bone sliding against bone and when he draws his hand away, the edge of a claw follows, ghosting light over Billy's cheek, almost too sharp to feel until blood wells up behind it.

There's really nowhere for Billy to move with Daken's fingers inside him. If he presses forward, he's just further up against Daken's chest and pressing back -- god, it's still too much, even after that bit of a rest. He lets out a low groan and squirms --

And those words. His stomach tightens and his eyes go wide. How he keeps ending up with guys who claim to want to do horrible things to him, whether they follow through or not, is beyond him. It's also beyond him why it always sends this sick sense of arousal through him, but those are issues he'll think about later when there's not a claw at his face. When he realizes there's a scratch, feels the sting of it, he tips his head away slightly on instinct, breath coming a little quicker.

"... Loki might have words with you if I'm absolutely ruined, you know."

"Loki would kill me if I absolutely ruined you." He replies honestly, though it's edged with an amused little hum, he sheaths his claw even as Billy flinches away.

Before he gets too far Daken catches under his chin to pull his face forward, tongue swiping over the shallow cut, leaning until he can brush his lips over his ear to murmur. "You did ask."

"Basically." Loki was kind of possessive at times after all. Billy lets himself be pulled back, a low noise leaving him. He didn't really mind the cut -- though on his face would be a little hard to explain.

"I did." He licks his lips. "You didn't really disappoint on the messed up scale."

He arches a brow. "So if I did say yes to the more, what would you do?"

Billy's a superhero, he probably gets little scrapes and bruises all the time.

He should be a little impressed that the Kid still in his lap willingly, but he isn't going to question it. It had only been a glimpse, but he could smell the arousal it brought out in him, feel how his pulse had quickened, and not just from fear.

"What would you let me do?" Because now he wants to know what else excited him like that.

And then there was always magic to heal or illusions to make to hide anything he didn't exactly want to have to explain or walk around with marks...

The last time he let Loki take a knife to him, he'd been told how part of him desired to leave him bleeding and begging or when Loki had let loose some of that incredible strength -- Billy didn't run very easily. Besides, he's a reality warper with a potentially impressive future ahead of him dating a powerful god -- he figures Daken doesn't really want actual trouble. Or maybe he's just being stupid-- either way, he stayed where he was for now.

"I don't mind pain if there's no actual lasting damage done or scars to explain," he ventures after a moment. "Or being pushed or denied. I don't mind giving up control. No gags and nothing that would stop me from hearing what's going on though."

He still needs to be able to speak and hear himself to do a lot of his stronger magic after all.

No, Daken knows better than to mess with people way out of his league... he may play with them a little, skirt the edges of their company and share a little pleasure while he could, but he would be long gone before there would be any trouble for him. His time in anyone's company was evanescent at best.

"I know this much already. Tell me what you want exactly." He shifts his hand to flex again. "Paint me a picture."

Billy licks his lips at that demand, eyes darting back to his hand as he considers. To be honest, he hadn't actually... expected company tonight. So much more than he ever expected to happen had actually happened already--

He leans in after a moment though, his voice low as he speaks against Daken's ear, his hands smoothing down over his chest. "Fine... I want you to push me until I can't decide whether it hurts more than it feels good, until I don't think I can stand it... then push a little bit further because I can take it, you're right. I want you to make me scream and beg and fuck me however you want. Fingers, toys, dick, whatever. I do want more."

He reaches up to take Daken's hand in his own, drawing it in to brush a kiss over his fingers softly. "Use me to get off however you want. Use your claws to leave marks or use your mouth, I don't care. I want reminders and to feel it. If you're worried about your own ass, so long as Loki knows I asked for it and it doesn't go outside of the limits I set-- he's not going to do anything. After all, I've played hard with Loki before, giving and receiving."

His eyes go dark, focused on Billy's face as he speaks and his cock stirs a little in the confines in his jeans. He turns his hand against the younger man's cheek, brushing his thumb across his lower lip. "I'm not worried about Loki, next time I'll let him watch.

"You know, I like that idea." And Billy may be in way over his head with these two, but he liked to think he could sort of keep up with them at the very least. Billy leans then to kiss Daken, hard and deep.

He frees up both hands to cup under his ass, pulling Billy against his stomach as he meets his mouth in that kiss, pleased by the eagerness off it, and responding in kind with a hungry noise.

Billy moans when he's pulled flush against Daken, his own arms settling around his shoulders as he arches against him. One handle tangles in his hair as he nips at Daken's lower lip, giving it a tug.

He rubs up along his back, grazing his nails back down as he breaks the kiss, licking across his stinging lower lip as the sensation fades.

"Does that mean you're ready to go again?"

He smiles against Daken's lips, the rake of nails making him arch his back slightly. "Definitely ready to go again."

It earns a low chuckle from him, moving to push Billy up and roll him to his back so he has room to strip from his shirt and jeans, taking his time to peel off each piece of clothing as his lips roam over the kid's neck and chest.

Billy's hands move down over Daken's back, just to finally feel the warm skin under his fingers as he arches up into his mouth. He sighs at the attention and lets his eyes drift shut for a moment to just focus on feeling

Nails drag over his skin as he works his way down, wicked teeth spreading little marks against his throat and chest until he pauses to roll his tongue over one nipple, teasing with his lips until it hardens under his attention, his thumb circling the other.

"Spread your legs for me." Daken fits himself between them, but keeps moving down, mouthing along his stomach and hip.

Billy's chest arches up, pleasure sparking along his nerves, making his cock twitch. Each brush of his mouth and teeth has arousal burning low in his stomach as he parts his legs. His hand tangles through Daken's hair the lower he gets while the other one finds the bedding beneath.

He leaves faint mark above his hip bone, then another against the delicate skin of his inner thigh, soothing the sting of teeth with a swipe of his tongue.

Daken gives a little hum and peers up at Billy from between his thighs, ducking down lap over his stirring arousal, wrapping lips around him.

Billy moans lowly at the marks Daken is leaving behind on his skin, the pinch of teeth sending a jolt through him. He murmurs encouragement when his mouth moves to his cock next as his fingers flex tighter through his hair.

He mouths over him, gentle and almost apologetic for the bit of prior abuse, coaxing Billy's cock further into his mouth and over his tongue, giving him time to stiffen further before he ducks his head down to suck him properly.

He still feels a little oversensitive, but it only adds to that hot mouth and tongue working him over. "Fuck--" His hips lift of their own when Daken takes him down even deeper, hands tugging slightly.

Daken takes him to the back of his throat, bobbing a few times before swallowing him down because he's a damn show off without a gag reflex. He hums thickly around him as he draws back, pulling off with a wet pop.

"I want you to ride me."