Extreme Kink Meme!

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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)

Comments

[thispoisonousdream]

Loki allows himself a small grin in amusement, but he's moreso taken by seeing Thor's face so natural and good-natured again -- his brother again.

The expression only lasts for a moment before he gasps, overwhelmed slightly by his arousal when a hand cups his groin. His hands grasp at Thor blindly, body tensing in both pleasure and alarm. He's finally realising the conflict that he kept picking up from his other half -- the danger of what this all could lead to, and the excitement that bubbles up despite all of the risk.

Loki is staring straight at Thor's face, wide but still defined, when he feels the hand move to undo his pants. Thor's hand is on his bare skin, reaching in and Loki chokes on a breath, fingers gripping desperately at his brother's firm upper arms.

His neck bends and he hangs his head low, temple pressing against Thor's cheek. The scents of earth, metal, and skin that is so familiar to Loki as being his kin is warm and heavy around him. His erection throbs needily and Loki's hips buck up into Thor's touch, and this is all so very real all of a sudden.

"Thor, I--" The breath Loki was reserving for words escapes his lungs in a shuddering breath. He just wants his release, but he doesn't want to see this end. If they could never leave this cave, if it could just be this, be them for the rest of their existence, Loki would happily take that option. He doesn't understand what's going through his mind, but there's something terrible and beautiful about what they're doing, something they could never speak of, and it's absolutely perfect.

[makeitachallenge]

As in so many things, he and Loki are impossibly alike despite their differences - Thor sees the reflection of his own realization of the danger of what they are doing in Loki's eyes, watches it turn into acceptance and eagerness on the thin and shapely face. Skin on skin at his face and against his hand, and Thor feels as though he's aware of Loki's very soul as the man gasps a breath of hot wet air against his cheek. So similar to his own, so different; strong and fragile all in one.

His hand is slick with sweat, with the moisture from the cave floor, and it's being lubricated further with precome - it's still battling friction to a point that Thor knows is nearly painful, so he slows down. Squeezes and teased with the rough pads of his fingers around the head, at the base, reaches down for the familiar weight of testicles. Knowing this is Loki is dangerous, could get either one of them -- well what would anyone do?

And when has Thor ever been afraid to go against rules he doesn't agree with? "Loki," he breathes a belated response, sitting up straighter and dragging Loki against him, seated awkwardly in his lap.

[thispoisonousdream]

The hand on his cock is both slippery and rough, and the speed in which it is moving on Loki is jarring until it slows down. The godling growls sensually and rolls his hips forward into the touch, and the hand slides down his erection and to his testicles.

"Ah--!" Tingling arousal flutters up from where his brother's hand is up through his hardening extremity, and Loki almost thinks he is about to release, but it subsides too quickly for him to.

Good. He doesn't want this to end quite yet; he does very much enjoy drawing things out when it comes to this. He hasn't had enough of Thor's strong fingers wrapped around him, or feeling his premature spill coat his kin's hand while it teases him.

Loki limply complies when Thor sits up and he settles onto the man's lap naturally, straddling it. The position makes the waves of arousal humming through his lower body more pronounced, and he uses his lower legs against the cold stone ground as leverage to rut against Thor's lower stomach, needing some sort of contact. That familiar feeling of his climax is building, and his thrusts don't grow quicker...but slower.

"Th-Thor...I'm..." A hand slithers up to cup the back of Thor's head, fingers dragging at long golden threads of hair desperately.

[makeitachallenge]

Thor feels a tightening of his brother's thighs against his hand, wrongly intimate and new and yet he instantly knows what it signals from experience with his own body. Loki's testicles are pulled up close to his body and Thor can practically feel how his brother is chasing his impending orgasm - or is avoiding it? There's a hard cock against his even more solid belly, in the slight concave of his exact middle where the muscle dips in.

"Now Loki," he breathes, but it's in a growling low whisper against his brother's temple, his words making Loki's hair catch at his wettened lips. "I would not have you spend so long on myself and then not return the favor in kind." Do not come yet, brother. It would be too soon for how impossible this will be to happen again.

And one hand braces itself against a clothed but muscular back, keeping Loki secure in his lap as Thor's fingers stretch eagerly all around Loki's balls, up behind them where he teases the sensitive skin before slowly returning to the base of his cock. It's just as explorative and caring as it is teasing, and Thor feels suddenly brazen - he presses his lips to the skin just above Loki's left eye. It's a gesture he may have given his best friend in boyhood, but now it's done with his lips almost parted, a different heat to it than he's ever used.

[thispoisonousdream]

A short breath huffs from Loki, the message behind Thor's words taking a delayed moment to work through the near-delirious fog in his mind, but a hand anchoring him against his back made it all the clearer.

Despite his efforts, Loki could not budge from underneath the firm hold of his brother's hand when fingers painted imaginary lines against his testicles, and further. A choked gasp is all Loki can manage, fingers gripping carelessly at Thor's hair and shoulder, bracing himself against the crippling sensation between his legs. The breath into his lungs comes out as a weak whine, a wordless plea. It may feel tortuous, being unable to rut senselessly into his climax against the other man, it is undescribably beautiful feeling to have his erection pressed so intimately close to his brother's firm stomach, their bodies nearly making one whole being. Loki nearly hopes he will never come.

But that isn't his decision. Maybe it's the lips pressed so sweetly to his forehead, or perhaps his body has had enough, but fingertips manage to draw his orgasm forth.

"I, ah-- Thor!" Loki yelps shortly as his hips buck roughly, pressing his spilling cock further against Thor's abdomen. Hands practically claw at the older male in their depseration, Loki blinded by white as all he can register is the friction against his genitals, the arm wound around his body, and his brother's warm scent.

Loki is gasping breaths once his body relaxes, and he melts into Thor's hold, torso heaving for precious oxygen. Hair falls hapazardly into Loki's face when he bows his head over Thor's shoulder, chin resting against taught muscle and bone.

He doesn't know what to say, there are just so many things he is thinking. Now that hormones have subsided and carnal desire is gone, everything is sharper and transparent. Reality sinks in like water rushing over Loki's mind, and he's not entirely sure how to face Thor now.

[makeitachallenge]

Thor would be surprised at the suddenness of his brother's orgasm if he himself hadn't been teased so, hadn't felt the point at which the slightest touch, if given with enough of experienced pressure, could tip him over the edge into a whitened, blissful abyss.

It's still wondrous to feel it pour forth from his emotional but professional brother, the man with a thousand lies all ready to be spoken with a smile, a man who is more often the taunter than the powerless one. To feel Loki's seed spill against the still-uncovered skin of his lower belly, the slickness painting against the convex of his hipbone, is an amazing gift... Even if the bizarre stickiness of it, the habit of wiping it off himself immediately afterwards has him shifting a bit, Loki's softening cock still out and pressing against his abdomen.

He holds Loki still, though, unwilling to let go of this moment just yet...but eventually, as he listens to Loki's breathing steady and realises his own is also doing that. He doesn't remember recognising arousal in himself a second time but he registers the faint stirring in his own groin, his deepened breaths - although it's easy to ignore. Thor feels sated from earlier, this is just so new and inescapable. Sensual in a way he isn't used to, and meaningful because it's his friend, his brother--

Reality crashes back in and he pulls back, enough to seek out Loki's eyes. His hand is still traitorously at the curve near the end of Loki's spine. "Brother, I hope I did not... I hope you will not abhor what I have done. I merely wished to return the favor of the ritual, I..." It's not often Thor is at a loss for words, but as ever his speech reflects his most honest thoughts.

Thor is simply not sure what to even think, holding his brother against his half-naked body, cooling semen spread against his flank.

[thispoisonousdream]

There is a quivering emptiness in the core of Loki's body, something he is not too unfamiliar with, but feels the need to take a moment of grounding before separating himself from his brother. Or, rather, to convince himself to. He is rather reluctant toward the idea; can't they just be suspended in time like this?

No, it's not right. This whole thing perhaps shouldn't have happened, and Loki did take measures to ensure no one would find out. Hopefully, no one ever will...and it makes Loki a little sick to have to hope for such secrecy, to have to pretend it never happened.

Thor moves to the younger man's surprise, and though Thor is determined to make their eyes meet, Loki finds it difficult to do so for anything longer than a second.

"Brother, you owe me no apologies, or explanations..." Loki assures in a hushed voice, crystalline eyes focused on his kin's shoulder. "You have done...far too much more than was ever necessary, more than I could have expected." He feels as though he should move away from Thor's lap, but even the other's hand on his back seems to want him to move just as much as he himself wants to.

[makeitachallenge]

There's a weight off of Thor's chest at the approval, even if his days of seeking his younger brother's satisfied eye have long passed with his far-gone boyhood. No, he's still prone to doing things to impress, but for a wider audience - his father, some of the nicer maidens around, their mother - but Loki? It's been quite some time, and yet it feels right to slip into it once more.

But he sees the discomfort in every tense line of Loki's body, his muscular frame unprepared to defend against this sort of intangible threat. Thor knows that feeling well, and he decides it's more important to salvage what they can. He won't lose Loki as a brother.

So he leans back even further, the endorphins from earlier not hindering him any more, and laughs. It's a small stream compared to the roar it used to be, but the attempt is done whole-heartedly. "Well then... Do you feel stronger yet, brother? Was the ritual a success?"

Thor could never say they did this 'for nothing' though, even if Freya chooses not to accept their offering. That's a lie he simply can't convince himself of.