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Extreme Kink Meme!

THE EXTREME KINK MEME

HOW TO PLAY:
- Post with your character/canon in the subject line. Be sure to include preferences in either the subject line or comment, detailing what you are or are not interested in playing.
- Tag other people by hitting up the RNG, rolling to pick a category and then a relevant prompt below.
- 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!

(Shamelessly yanked from

treebizarre)

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Sebastian does not let the slight sting of jealousy show on his face. At least, he hopes it doesn't show. There had been a moment when Hannibal had said he didn't feel like sharing that had made Sebastian quietly happy. But he's realizing that he shouldn't get his hopes up over anything. He is the pawn right now. Nothing more.

The thought and the emotions attached to it are carefully pushed aside and he takes an easy step closer to Loki. Because he can deal with Hannibal being himself, but Loki feels less like his usual self at the moment and that isn't what he wants.

He may be capable of giving a blow job, but he's always felt silly trying to be seductive. Despite his last effort working out so well with Jack. But for Loki he's going to make an effort. Let himself be a little more vulnerable before the God of Mischief. Perhaps it will help Loki feel more in control again instead of the center of an unwanted spotlight.

So he lowers his gaze and lets his eyes trail up Loki's body, allowing his dream to push to the surface of his mind and imagining Loki's face when he's between his legs giving him pleasure. It's a very nice image that has him blushing slightly and looking into Loki's eyes from under his lashes, hoping he's being convincing enough that Loki won't start laughing at him.

"Are you comfortable where you sit or would you like to move to the bed?"

Hannibal is used to playing his surroundings to his whims, or at least being indifferent to when they do not; but now he's watching events unfold that he hadn't expected and which he...doesn't quite feel like stopping.

He watches as Loki's gaze is stubbornly not on himself, though he doesn't miss the glare throw his way first. Hannibal can't help but notice how trapped Loki seems, sitting down with an offer of sex that he doesn't seem to suddenly think himself able to fulfill. Does the gift of a 'blowjob' seem too kind, too soft for his sharp teasing of before?

Hannibal's certainly enthralled by how willing and eager to please Sebastian is, and he shadows him when Sebastian moves forward. He prowls along behind and then beside him, finally beating him over to Loki as he swoops in above the god. "Haven't there been enough delays? Sebastian, remove your shirt and then kneel - you're not going to keep the poor man waiting, are you?" There's delight in Hannibal's eyes at just watching this, a safety he recognises in not being intimate with any of them yet.

But make no mistake - there is some measure of desire that burns from his gaze as he stands behind Loki, the silver-tongued Asgardian now between the two of them. To be shared, of course, and perhaps to keep Sebastian at bay from himself - did Hannibal trust himself to grow sentimental in front of poisonous company?

The suggestion to move this little party over somewhere else was a daunting one for Loki. It added weight to the expectations in the situation, made it more real, more...intimate.

No, no bed. He refuses to have the setting become more planned out and cliché. He opens his mouth to speak, but Hannibal's movements silence him in curiosity. Sharp, pale eyes watch the male as he steps over to, and around him. Loki isn't entirely sure if he's happy that Hannibal is like-minded for the setting, or irked that he is encouraging Sebastian to stop stalling.

He can't pick it apart in his mind because now he's the monkey in the middle, caught between the two males. He is no longer cornered, but surrounded. Oh, he certainly doesn't like this at all.

Find a delay.

Loki looks over at his shoulder, up at Hannibal from under dark lashes, attention no longer on the younger one. "And what of you then? I know Sebastian's subconscious desires prefer you to watch, but voyeurism isn't a kink of mine."

Is it a challenge? Surely Hannibal wouldn't wish to involve himself quite yet...surely.

Sebastian would like to say "or mine" with as much seduction as he can muster, but he has made a promise to Hannibal. No expectations or demands and he is going to keep that promise. Let Loki do what he does best and let's see how interesting this little game can become.

Loki and Hannibal aren't the only ones who can use people to get what they want. It isn't something he likes doing, but it's difficult to not play the game with two masters in the room encouraging his behavior.

So he doesn't wait for Hannibal's response to Loki's challenge. Although his attention is on Hannibal's face, Hannibal's eyes as he snags the hem of his shirt and makes a show of removing it as slowly as possible. Just in case Loki decides he wants to watch. He's caught between feeling silly and feeling heat start to coil in his belly for what he's about to do for Loki.

Edited 2012-07-21 19:26 (UTC)

Hannibal feels an annoyance rising up from the seated godling, but it's nothing he fears - there is a part of Loki too cowed to back out of this, or else he would have, perhaps minutes ago. (It's maybe just one of the many things they share, but Hannibal will deny anything other than his own interest in watching this fall apart be why he hasn't left yet.

Hannibal's eyebrows raise calmly at Loki's words, his issuance of a challenge and the closest thing to an order to act that Hannibal has received all evening - his eyebrows don't lower as he watches Sebastian undress with a slow purpose. He smirks at him, face contorting into a devious smile; Sebastian seems to realise he looks ridiculous but he's trying anyway, which is something Hannibal finds fascinating.

The lack of breasts hold less sway over his impressive attention, though, and Hannibal decides that perhaps it's time he acted himself - he's been requested to, hasn't he? And so his eyes travel between Sebastian's flat but smooth-looking chest, his nervous but dilated eyes, and Loki's face...so taunt and trapped and attempting nonchalance miserably.

"All you needed was to ask." The fire in that stare doesn't mask the quivering within, and Hannibal is much more rapid about unbuttoning his shirt, folding it even as he kneels to discard it in a neat pile next to them.

'Them' here means he and Loki, as he's directly behind him - and he makes no pretense over sniffing the air near him, drawing in the smell of one who calls himself a god even as he locks heavily-lidded eyes on Sebastian once more.

Hannibal's eyes wander off and away from Loki, which he would have found a relief but had no time to consider such a thing. When he sees the smile on Hannibal's face, Loki doesn't even think before he turns his head to see what the man behind him is seeing.

Loki does a fine job in keeping his expression calm while he watches Sebastian slip out of his shirt, unveilng a toned torso veiled under an expanse of smooth skin. The god blinks slowly, tilting his head up slightly, as if thoughtfully.

Not bad...but I've seen better. Sorry, Sebastian, but when you are the (not) brother of the strongest Asgardian to ever exist, your standards typically start out pretty high.

Shifting behind him causes Loki to whip his head around, finding Hannibal shirtless and kneeling with him.

Well, as if Hannibal and Sebastian weren't doing a good enough job making Loki feel out of place, now they've made him realise he is the only one who is not making an effort to disrobe.

"How does oral sex occur in Midgard? I was under the impression that it was imperative for the receiver to be unclothed..." Loki scrambling for something familiar, a stubborn jab at the situation going on around him. Loki's skin stings with aggitation, stomach writhing with uncertainty, and he doesn't know how to go so long without feeling that inner confidence about himself. He's not getting out of this -- he's getting what he wants, and somehow it's suddenly not what he wants at all -- and it's happening no matter what he does.

In a split-second decision, Loki leans his body back against Hannibal, using him as a surface to hold him upright as he relaxes his body along the floor. His legs unwind and spread casually -- not too obviously, but leaving a hint for Sebastian that if he so wishes, he may take him. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em...and Loki fears his chest will burst from the rush of adrenaline that storms through his body.

But does Loki follow suit and begin to undress? Oh no. If you want it badly enough, Sebastian, you'll have to work for it.

It is so difficult to keep his body lax when all he wishes to do is change his form, perhaps reshape himself into a snake and slither away for a discreet place to sulk away to.

Sebastian had secretly imagined scenario's similar to this one. But seeing Loki spread out before him and Hannibal without his shirt is going a long way to ease the shy awkward feeling and fan the flames of arousal. Not that he's going to admit he has had secret fantasies based off his very erotic dream. But he will use the building desire to try and ease Loki's unease. He may not be experienced if you count the number of times he's actually done this for someone, but he's positive that things won't go well if the receiver isn't aroused enough to enjoy it.

Hazel eyes, darkened and more green than the usual shade, staring into Hannibal's a moment longer as he lowers himself to his knee's between Loki's legs, pushing them further apart with his own. But then he shifts his attention to Loki and makes a show of sliding his hands up the Gods thighs, to his hips, and then carefully working on opening his pants and tugging them down. Just far enough to expose a his hips and pale sensitive skin that really should be teased into reacting for him.

He holds Loki's gaze even as his own heart races and lowers his head to breathe hot air over that soft spot between his hip bone and his groin. A little tease before taking his first taste, tongue and lips lightly dancing across warmth as the thought that Loki isn't as cold as he pretends to be passes through his mind.

Loki speaks big but he seems reluctant to act himself, to take that plunge into willing vulnerability - and who would have thought someone who seemed to have all who knew him before the Citadel running scared and suspicious would be unable to handle being offered a willing servant to his body's needs? Hannibal is at once taken aback and intrigued at the sudden breach of their physical space, Loki leaning warm and thickly-heavy with muscle against his front, but now he can sniff and...

...Oh, Loki. Hannibal's eyes close a moment before flicking down to watch Sebastian, the angle allowing Hannibal to believe he's the one being serviced for a moment. Especially considering that Loki has been kind enough to drape himself back against his front, clothed skin on clothed skin just right for a light pressure on what is slowly becoming a swell against the fabric of Hannibal's khakis. "You're afraid," he breathes, because it's delicious and he can't help himself. He stares at Sebastian's mesmerizing eyes but it's Loki he's speaking to.

"I can smell it as easily as I can see your arousal." Hannibal will say that that's the reason he moves to attempt unfastening Loki's over-shirt, whatever the strange coat covering his tunic is called where he hails from - he's only interested to see Loki's mind strained and cracked by attentions he's uncomfortable with.

But that's never been enough to stir desire within Hannibal before, and it's a hollow lie. He likes this.

Loki watches in anticipation and reluctance as Sebastian joins them on the floor, and he fights to keep nervousness from his face when hands move over his legs. It feels so good to be touched in this way, but that's why Loki fears it. Enjoyment leaves an open door for pain.

Sebastian's mouth is impossibly hot on his growing erection, and anxiety is slowly evolving into excitement. It's all still very surreal, something Loki feels that he cannot trust entirely, but seeing this starting off with nothing bad happening immediately, no world-shattering, life-ending responses from the universe, the godling finds it possible to begin to relax genuinely.

Up until Hannibal has to open that damned mouth of is.

"Perhaps you should be the one to suck me off, if only to keep your unnecessary remarks from making it past your cursed lips." Loki's voice scrapes the air like two blades clashing violently, and his sneer would look more intimidating if his cheeks weren't growing flush from arousal.

But a hand of Hannibal's comes around to undress him further, and Loki's words cease. He is not adverse to the idea to both of the males becoming so preoccupied in busying themselves with his body, if it meant they could stop talking about his displeasure to the setting.

Really, if he was simply alone with one or the other, this would be different. With Sebastian, Loki could hint at the depth the young mortal keeps addressing, a truth shared in privacy. With Hannibal, biting remarks on smirking lips were like swords as they spar with each other, a fitting sort of foreplay leading to heated, aggressive sex.

When put together, Loki knew not how to react to one or the other to appease everyone, especially himself...and both Hannibal and Sebastian (but mostly Hannibal) didn't help in their way of tag-teaming against him.

A pang hits Loki's groin and he hisses in a breath, body tensing against the urge to buck his hips up into Sebastian's mouth. Oh, no, he doesn't like this, being unmade into something overcome with delirious desire, desperate for the chase of climax. Clever words and illusions did not work here. It is typically viewed by many that being the one to be sucked off is to be the dominant half of the act, but Loki does not agree. Sebastian is drawing out something in him that is weak, needy, yearning. Sebastian has him in a vulnerable spot. He is in control.

And Loki does not like the lack of control...but his erection is loving the attention depsite his chagrin, and he cannot bring himself to make it stop.

There is something wonderfully delicious in both Hannibal and Loki's voices. In the slight loss of control when Loki hisses and the muscles beneath Sebastian's fingers tighten. In the rustle of clothing. In the heady scent of arousal and growing thickness he teases, caressing with his tongue. He knows Loki wants more. Can feel how much he wants it in the strain of muscle as he slides his hand up under the clothes Hannibal is busy removing.

It is a power he was forced to learn and a power he secretly loves having. To give pleasure to someone, to draw out their passion and expose their deepest desires. To make someone so tightly controlled react to something so primal. So he takes his time, building the flame, fanning it with his breath, with his touches, before sucking gently. A little taste before he's pulling away, his own skin flushed and feeling a lot more confident when he meets Loki's gaze, admires Hannibal's face and eyes, and grips Loki's pants before meeting his gaze again.

"May I?"

A useless threat from Loki, a surprising amount of initiative from Sebastian - today is simply full of things being turned on their heads. Hannibal, however, is gripping tenaciously to his feeling of normalcy, of control, and he enjoys that Loki is the focus of attention...mostly.

Is Sebastian asking himself or Loki for permission? Hannibal smirks back anyway, eyes flashing with delight that they're going to undress this man fully - what is Loki without his armor, without his layers? Will he tense further only to deflate with pleasure as this continues or will he fight them?

But there's something missing from this that Hannibal is more used to than undressing and the bodily press of foreplay - and he's just shameless enough to reach out, finished with unfastening Loki's coat and leaving it draping open across taunt muscle. Fingers trail and then grip forcefully at a sharp jaw as Hannibal leans forward, lips parting - but he doesn't bite, just kisses Loki firmly on the mouth. There's no hesitation belied by his body, because Hannibal expects Loki to go along with this - he's offering to silence himself, isn't he?

Fingers flex uselessly at the floor with each of Sebastian's orchestrations, and his hands turn into full-fledged fists just before Sebastian moves up and away from his lap. Loki lifts his head up from Hannibal's shoulder to look at the young man, prompted by his request for permission. With the layers of clothing gone, Loki's chest moves more apparently as he draws in deeper, quicker breaths through partially parted lips, but he makes an effort to look as collected as possible.

With a kingly nod of his head, Loki allows. "Go on."

Somehow he draws comfort in the lingering of his clothes, but his upper body is not yet naked, and won't soon be. Hannibal's fingers are curiously soft -- hands never regularly abused in war with combat and weapons -- and they glide gently against his skin as his shirt and coat are being pried open. Loki leans his head back on Hannibal, mostly for bracing himself to arch his hips up and aid Sebastian in the removal of his pants, but it seems to only make it easier for the man behind him to grab hold of his face and lock their lips together.

Loki gasps a breath in through his nose, thoroughly alarmed. He really did not expect such an intimate act during this, and if he had to speculate, he at least would have pegged Sebastian for doing something like this.

Despite his surprise, Loki finds that...he really likes it.

Now all of the attention is on him, but not to argue and outsmart and shaft him in conversation. He feels the current between two bodies' worth of heat, the tide of growing arousal pulling him off of the shore of his reluctance. This is incredibly foreign to him -- he has never had sex outside of the obvious run-in with that horse, which was a lot more primal and lacked any sort of pretense...unlike this. All of the build up that lead to this, the verbal and psychological foreplay... Loki just liked barging in and taking without permission.

Gods don't need permission.

While shifting about for Sebastian to move his pants away, Loki feels something stiff against his back. Ahh, Hannibal is enjoying this too. Loki sends a hand back to find one of the man's thighs, fingers and palm flat against the shape of his muscle under skin. His hand slides around the outter side to the back of his thigh, fingers tickling and teasing the innermost edge. If everyone else is allowed to draw out a reaction from him, why can't Loki do the same?

Loki's legs are nice. Long and lean and strong. And it's a lovely view, all skin and muscle and cock twitching with obvious pleasure. Hannibal's kiss and there goes Loki's hand and Sebastian watches the interaction intently while his hands slide up from the Gods ankles to his inner thighs. It unexpectedly stirs the burning embers of heat between his legs and something even stronger in his chest and reminds him that he has his own task.

One he's been neglecting far too long he decides sliding one hand all the way up to brush over Loki's balls, cupping them in his palm with fingers tickling the underside of his cock. A distraction from his real target. Loki's inner thigh, where the skin is smooth and sensitive to his touch. To his kisses. The perfect place to mark. First licking and kissing. Then harshly biting and sucking while gently caressing the length of Loki's cock.

No. He's not the least bit jealous. Not with the power he holds in the palm of his hand.

Is that fear drawing your breath in faster, Loki? Hannibal finds that he really likes that idea, enjoys the feeling of huffing air from Loki's nose brushing across his own upper lip - almost as much as he savors the returned kiss.

He's felt a sort of tension between himself and Loki before, of course, but Hannibal had never really expected anything from it. But now, feeling the power, the heady rush of knowing a creature calling itself a god was unbalanced enough to allow himself sandwiched between two other men as their plaything? It was delicious, and Hannibal didn't even mind the wandering hand. A powerplay, then? Or did Loki just enjoy the idea of touching him?

Hannibal feels his pants grow tighter still against his lap, spreads his legs because Loki's back is already resting against him and lets gravity do the rest. He doesn't bite where he kisses, doesn't even do much more than flick his tongue against Loki's lips, but Hannibal's hand on the man's jaw has slid back to his hair where it grips mercilessly.

He glances down at Sebastian, watches with eyes no longer coolly disinterested as the other man sucks and licks at the erection of the man he's kissing. This is...certainly not what he had expected his day to turn into.

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