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Bring Your Own Kink

The B(ring)Y(our)O(own)K(ink)Meme

Everyone has a favorite kink or scene or prompt they love to play out - and even if you don't, there has to be something you've always wanted to try, right? A kink? A premise? A prompt? While memes these days are doing great at covering fetishes and coming up with great premises, you can't expect them to cover everything anyone could ever want. There are just too many unique ideas out there!

This meme tries to solve that problem by being a catch-all and hinging on a very simple premise: bring what YOU want to play and focus on that! It puts the power of choosing the direction of threads entirely in your hands. Find other people who will be totally down with playing what you want to play, and let them know just what you're interested in. Simple, right? It's just like a BYOB barbecue, only a lot sexier.

How To Play:
- Comment with your character. DON'T LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Instead, copy and paste the information below and fill it out to suit your needs. Or use your own ideas.

kink name/scenario here

information goes here. wax poetic about titfucking or be sparse as you see fit.

- Be as specific or as vague as you want. You can put a kink and the definition (i.e., paizuri), or go all out with a scenario description ("I want my character to get fucked by his brother, who is an alien octopus"). Include pictures to serve as prompts if you'd like, but please link to anything that could be considered triggering instead of embedding it. Otherwise, all ideas, kinks, AUs, prompts, and scenarios welcome.

- Comment to people whose ideas and kinks are relevant to your interests.

- Thread those puppies out!

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All available for all genders and gender combinations

Regression/Age Play

I reeeally want something like this at the moment.
Preferably non/dubcon leaning, but basically a character who is forced to dress/act much younger than they are, I'm fond of the idea of a grown woman being mistaken for a teenager/school girl and then including some domination/humiliation kink in there as well, but then possibly with some forced regression to even younger (like being dominated by another student/bully and them making her dress/act/talk even younger to humiliate her. I'm also good with a kind of kidnap scenario where someone is taken to be a baby/child for someone else,
basically I like a lot of variations on this theme so hit me up and we can discuss what works or doesn't work for you

Accidental non-con

borrowed this from another similar meme because I never got to play out the scene! The idea of a couple of friends or enemies, perhaps with some unrequited love/lust going on, and the object of that affection ends up in a situation (through magical/accidental/mind control means) that makes it look as though they want the other person to have sex with them even though they don't. Looking for toys, dirty talk, forced orgasms, that kind of thing.

Breeding

Forced breeding for control/experiment/humiliation type thing. Not really super caring about the actual pregnancy/birthing, it's more about the act of breeding for me, fine with human or non-human, sentient or non-sentient (the other character can be the one doing the actual breeding or making something else breed my character)

I just like a lot of twisted noncon stuff I'm sorry please somebody share my terrible desires.
My kinklist is here if there's any others you want to mix in.

Master/Slave

I'd like to see Loki as someone's slave, with his magic restricted so he could only use it when and how he's ordered to. They can treat him nicely or poorly. I'm not picky.

Breeding

Loki being used for the purpose of breeding, ala the breeding stable meme, to go with the master/slave scenario or something else entirely. He's intersex, so he can be the one trying to impregnate your character or the other way around. I would like to see this progress into the pregnancy, but I'm not interested in the birth.

Belly Stuffing

This is something I'd like to see used as punishment for a disobedient Loki. Basically, he's forced to eat until he's overfull and uncomfortable (preferably a full term pregnancy size). No permanent weight gain or anything like that though. I'm also willing to do the overeating with another character as a mind control or magical influence thing where they can't help themselves.

Bring on your males, females, futas, beasts and/or monsters!

costume kink

Despite the MCU not being as flashy as the Marvel comicsverse in its ridiculousness, the costume and pagentry is still present. Not to mention that all those pleather bodysuits and formfitting armor look sexy as hell.
Since May is sadly costumeless, a thread where her partner is wearing one while they fuck would be great. It could be an established relationship where she knows the identity behind the mask, one where she's in love or emotionally attached to the heroic persona, or just anonymous sex. Alternatively,
she could wear their costume and spice things up a little.

port in the storm

May is someone's harbor in the rough sea of life ("Brandy" by Looking Glass plays here) and they keep coming back to her, time after time.

desperate sex

When there's only time for a quickie but you're hungry for more. You just can't get enough!

sex in weird places/in public

On the top of buildings, on carnival rides, on the train, in space - doesn't matter where,
just get it on.

harem/polyamory

Everybody wants a piece of May, who's more than willing to share herself for the greater good.

jealousy

The inverse of the above: Everyone wants May - and your character, who may or may not be her lover already, is not pleased. Time to mark territory. I'm also more than game to play with the shoe on the other foot,
complete with a salty May.

friends with benefits

Adults having casual sex. Nothing too grandiose here.

loving loss of control

An extremely powerful, regimented, or stoic hero/villain/deity/soldier/person/sentient being loves May so much that he lets her take complete control in their intimate interactions. For him, this loss of agency is actually liberating; it's theraputic to not have to be so "strong" for once, letting go a rare luxury. As far as she is concerned, being dominant does get May off, but the primary goal is getting her partner in a good mental state. I'm all about this being purely sexual or a mix of that and lifestyle regulation,
ie. her caring for him, bathing him, making sure he eats properly, etc.

sex toys

Toys don't get enough love around here. Secret vibrators and the play related with them are my sweet spot.

keep a secret

While one character gets fucked/oral performed on them or whatever the case may be, they must do a normal, mundane task like cook or talk to a third party without revealing their dirty little secret. Their partner might hinder this noble quest.

blowjobs for the inexperienced

...idk man I just want to play May giving a teenage dude a beej, I ain't gotta explain shit.

younger man/older woman

Related to the above. It can be a teaching experience where May seduces a virginal guy (though tbh I prefer that the teen character not be a total submissive, that's not really my bag) or a turn-of-the-tables where a young but experienced rogue blows her mind.

bath/shower sex

Because I am the most basic of bitches from the bowels of pumpkin spice hell.

daddy kink/daddy dom

Seriously, only the most basic for this refined palatte. I am a connesiur of fine kink.

(Ageplay is the angle I'm going for here, since she is obviously not underage.)

hurt/comfort sex

Preferably with actual hurt (wounds, broken bones, the works) she'll have to patch up before they fuck because I'm sick like that.

Body Swap

Our characters have swapped bodies somehow! What caused this? It can be something contrived, complex, or super simple and random, whatever checks out. Either way, they have changed bodies and for some reason are still doing a sex anyway. Maybe it's a kink, maybe it's necessary to get back to normal? Maybe they swapped months/years ago and this is normal now? Idek whatever seems best.

Deserted Island Situation

Our characters are alone and stranded on an island or some other similar set up like a remote planet or locked in a bunker or whatever. Or maybe they're stranded as part of a small group? The point is that there's isolation and Adam and Eve type situations. Or if you want to go super taboo bonus round, our characters are second generation of a set up like that, having grown up in that isolated world?

Porn World/Super Casual

Basically a world in which porn/hentai situations are the norm? Is the world contrived, does everyone just fuck everywhere? Is there some sort of gimmick to it like reduced female or male population where people get harems in order to reproduce? Maybe play with some other weird mechanics like expanded sex organs or pollen or heat cycles? Or maybe just good old it's not unusual to have sex friends or the like. We can play with this however.

[ Obviously a lot of these kinks sort of inherently carry other things to them (incest is implied in the second generation island thing for example) and I have a kinklist here for a more basic spread. I decided to go more outlandish for the offerings in the name of getting some unique things. ]

PetPerson
Looking to play him as a pet like in the pet person AU. Can either be one you bought or found and took in.

Pregnancy
I'd like to see him knocked up. Either sex with the aim to get pregnant or already pregnant and horny for attention. Also open to him being the father instead.

Incubator
Kinda going off the same line as the pregnancy one, but he's already carrying, though the pup is not his. His kin have a reputation for having poor reproductive abilities, so those that are healthy and strong can make a load of cash carrying someone else's pup or pups from wherever he's implanted, to the couple's home world. Looking to have him make a pit stop on a transfer world and finding some fun with someone into pregnant aliens.

Baby Its Cold Outside
Its winter, he's a desert aminal, he wants to cuddle, drink hot chocolate, and bury himself under a dozen blankets...and then eventually have some steamy fireside sex.

Western Brothel
He's at a pretty low point, needing to sell himself to make a bit of money to get off whatever rock he's landed himself on. Either you're there to have some fun with him and leave him as is, or help him out, your call.

Bring your own
Had an idea to play off the blue kangaroo? Let me know!

Gentle/Fluff Smut

I dunno why, but I'm in the mood for something like this. Just silly and sweet moments.

Clothed Sex

Having sex without (mostly) removing clothes

Clothing Damage

Conversely, let's damage clothes! No "and suddenly, nekkid!" posts,
please. Those are lame. Bonus points if it involves the Keyblade or Aqua's unique footwear

Debug Mode

Well, she is a video game character! Change her or her world up! Or maybe she should do the same to you!

Kidnapping/Alien Abduction

What it says! Though what I mean is, aside from this being the background for the below kink/reason why it happened, is actually starting before the character gets kidnapped and going through that, if you want!

Oviposition/Breeding

Breeding via oviposition; Hush has eggs and an ovipositor and would love someone who can serve as a host... and help fertilise them (it will just work that way). Obviously focus on the process here, though I'm not interested in making anyone larger than regular pregnancy size, even if more than the uterus is used for egg storage.

Breast Play/Breast Expansion

I just love focusing on the breasts, and sue me, playing through the expansion, though nothing ridiculously/impossibly large.

Lactation/Nursing

Connected to the above, though in this case it'd be Hush doing this, as a way to provide for her egg host if she's filled her up, since the milk will be absorbed before it ends up as waste. It could also be a way to bond her egg host to her or similar...

... As you can see most of these are connected one way or another to each other, but playing out the first one isn't necessary if you just want to jump to start getting into the actual meat of things!

It's a couple years after the fall of Immortan Joe's regime when the Wasteland receives a highly unexpected alien visitation. The Citadel is the single most obvious place in the Southern hemisphere of the planet for a wanderer interested in encountering any form of life to investigate: by now, the Council established by Furiosa and the former Wives, now known as the Sisters, have built up both defenses and gardens, and the Wretched are no longer so desperate. There are plenty of enemies, both within and without, but the population here is larger and healthier than anywhere else close by. The healthier part, no doubt, matters a bit when considering reproductive opportunities.

Hush's feminine appearance works to her advantage, for certain. She's greeted with wary awe, but also with interest, and it escapes no one what she might have to offer in the way of resources and sheer knowledge. The Council meets with her right away, a group of the Sisters, Furiosa, the remaining Vuvalini, and representatives from various other groups in the Citadel, from War Boys to Treadworkers, Milk Mothers to engineers.

The Sisters seem to balk at the idea of offering up any of their population for reproductive purposes, unfortunately. There's a hum of unease and a few whispers of 'how could we ask--?' and 'but if it's their choice, maybe?'. And then, the quiet lurking form of Furiosa herself pushes off the wall in the rear corner of the Council chamber and comes closer, body language relaxed, eyes sharp and curious.

"I'll do it," she says to Hush. "If you're interested."

The truth is, she covets the idea of motherhood more and more as the years go by. Before, as a Wife, it was a nightmare and she's grateful she failed out of the Vault early on, but now everything has changed. She's safer, stronger, and the world seems almost like a place worth bringing new life into.

Furiosa is not a queen, not the sole ruler of the Citadel, but she has enough cachet that if she says she wants something, none of the others will deny her right to claim it. The bargain is made, and she comes aboard Hush's ship two days later, scrubbed clean and dressed in a green tunic and light sleep shorts rather than her usual leathers, with her prosthetic arm slung loose across her back rather than buckled on. Her pockets have dried fruit in them, gifts given in honor of her (presumably temporary) farewell, but she's brought nothing else.

The offer had been surprising - more for the source than anything else, since she wouldn't have thought the sharp, leanly muscular woman to be the type... to be adventurous or to be interested in motherhood, she wasn't sure which. But she'd been pleased enough, for she looked strong and capable, so she'd more than happily accepted. If no one had stepped forth, she could, maybe, have allowed herself to be negotiated out of that particular demand.

She wasn't desperate, not yet, merely heavy and desirous, and there were other places on this planet, surely... But if it all looked like this, and with the wide-spread implications of genetic disease..? This might be her best bet. So, once again, Hush was pleased it'd turned out like this, and she meets Furiosa at the base of the teleport pad.

For all that it's a space ship, there's a curious impression of natural materials surrounding the flat, shiny floors; a blend of rock and softer vines rising up from the metal, sinuous curving patterns to match the soft, curving restlessness of Hush's tentacles.

"Welcome," Hush says with a slow little smile on her face as she beckons Furiosa closer. She does not make any pretense of not looking at Furiosa's now-clean body, and what she finds is merely reinforcing her earlier observations... which causes a stray tentacle to brush against a shoulder briefly before it's pulled back. Patience. Soon, very soon, she'll get to make a very close acquaintance with one of these humans, as well as satisfying another need.

Furiosa has spent many years doing her utmost to not look pretty. The other Imperators used to call her Bag of Nails, and she reveled in it. Not like the other women, not like the Breeders. Tough, harsh, dangerous. It wasn't until some time after the Road War that won them the Citadel that she realized what a double-edged sword it was. Now she's as practical in her choice of haircut and clothing as she ever was, but it feels less like armor. Besides, the soft, loose tunic, and the drawstring band on the shorts are far more sensible for the changes she expects her body to be going through in this venture.

She's nervous, and while she's got no intention of showing it, she's admitted it to herself. She's attended pregnancies since she was a small child amongst the Many Mothers, but this won't be quite the same. Her heartbeat is rapid as she advances toward her host, but the elegant architecture around her is a welcome distraction. It's beautiful. Rock and vine springing from cool, sleek chrome. If Furiosa had ever had a thought toward what ideal, beautiful interior surroundings would look like, she might have conjured something like this.

Hush herself is more than a little beautiful to the human woman's eyes, in fact. She's made of tendrils of soft green, like new vines, and when a tentacle extends to touch her, Furiosa stills and leans her shoulder into the contact subtly. Her expression betrays almost nothing, but some of the steely concentration she showed in the Council chamber is softening. She's out of her comfort zone, tense but intrigued.

"Thank you," she says, flounders for words a moment, then clears her throat and carries on a little recklessly. "This place is beautiful. You can touch. I'm not sure how this is supposed to work, but I figured some sort of intimate contact was bound to happen."

She holds out her right arm, as if offering half of an embrace. "Is any of this going to be painful?"

It's curious but also delightful when angles can be shown to also be curves, and Furiosa was no less attractive to her before as she is now, with more care and attention taken... And the slight change of weight when her tentacle had brushed against skin? That is even more delightful, as is the permission to touch.

... Of course, she would have had to, one way or another, but it will indeed make things easier. Hush laughs quietly, a noise that contains a few, curious clicking sounds as she slides in beside Furiosa, one tentacle pointing out the direction they need to go in. Another, taking that invitation, slowly reaches forward to brush a tip along the palm of the offered hand, then curves twice around palm and wrist in a loose but definite 'hand hold'.

Not that she doesn't have hands, because she clearly does, but... well, Furiosa has already shown she might to mind the touch of tentacles, and she wishes to encourage that before they really get down to things. Hush's skin is soft offering very little in resistance as it slides against Furiosa's hand, and smooth enough to be clearly hairless.

"Thank you. Incorporating biology in technology has it's advantages..." Trailing off, she cocks his head, a little ripple going through the tentacles trailing from her head. She looks more serious now as she continues; "And intimate will of course make this more enjoyable, but I won't lie, there's one instance that might be potentially painful at least for a short while, depending on how narrow you are. Inside, I mean."

Hush raises a hand, a little grimace on her face as her fingers flick in a sort of echo of the ripple her tentacles gave earlier.

"If it happens, it can be mitigated, but from the information I've gathered of the human body, I can't tell you that it will not happen."

The hooks at the end of her ovipositor weren't consciously controlled, and it was hard to say if arousal would ensure the hooks wouldn't be able to reach anything.

In many ways, this is a business transaction, but it's nowhere near as heartless as being kept in storage behind glass at the pleasure of a powerful man. Furiosa is a practical woman, sometimes brutally practical, and she assumes she means little more to Hush than a living incubator. Still, Furiosa chose this herself, and that makes it...warmer. Friendlier. A bargain between women to help ensure the continuation of their families, as well as to pass along their own hereditary material. And that warrants a lowering of her emotional defenses.

True love, this is not, but that doesn't mean it can't be pleasant. She smiles a little at the grasp, wondering if the tendrils have a different level of sensation than hands. They feel nice; soft, but with impressive underlying strength. New leaves, her brain supplies, although that probably has more to do with the visual input than the sensory input.

She listens to the answer to her question with no real trepidation. Childbirth is painful, anyway, and while this promises to be different than the norm she's used to, she's not surprised. "I can handle pain. If you can warn me when it's coming, that'd be wise, though. I have a tendency to lash out when I'm startled."

Just seems like it might be rude to punch her in the face in the middle of delicate activities. Their previous negotiations have assured Furiosa that this venture should in no way permanently maim or destroy her body, and she's curious enough, and reckless enough, to proceed on that faith alone.

She has another question, though. "Will they look like you? The babies?"

It's definitely not true love, and it is a business transaction, but indeed, that doesn't mean she cannot treat Furiosa as a person, and she nods.

"I will." And since they're doing things this way, and she has formed some ideas and awareness of humans in general and the ones in the Citadel and Furiosa in particular as real, individual people, she would have warned her before it happened even if Furiosa hadn't asked that question right now.

Blinking briefly at the question, Hush glances over to Furiosa. It's not one she's ever been asked before (though she has not done this more than three times), so it's a surprise, but... Ah. Considering what she's learned of this place, maybe not. Maybe it's not surprising Furiosa has asked that question, since she's here at all.

"They... should." A pause, a soft hum in the back of her throat as she frowns slightly, gaze stuck in the middle distance. "'Should' as in only very rarely does a child born this way flip the genetics enough to look like the host."

It wasn't impossible, but like with recessive traits or other quirks of genetics that required a double set of them for it to be activated, it was very, very unlikely. Lips pursing, she reaches out with a hand to brush fingertips against the back of Furiosa's hand, since she is walking on the side where she has one, still. She isn't sure if an apology would be the right thing to offer here, or not.

"Were you hoping otherwise?"

She doesn't necessarily expect an answer to that question, not with what she's seen of this woman, but she asks anyway, head cocked as she leads them on.

There are so many things she could have—should have—asked. Details. How many will there be? How long do your people live? How quickly will they grow up, once they’re born? Not that the answers to these questions would change her desire to proceed. She knows this about herself; she doesn’t need to know what she will encounter on the road in order to start driving. She only needs to know where the road goes, and trust the engine growling under her.

She’s not devoid of curiosity, though. Just single-minded. “Maybe you better lend me a book,” she says, a bit dryly. “So I can read up while I’m here.”

Then she shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter what they look like. Probably best if they look like you, if you’re taking them with you.”

She hasn’t asked whether this is the plan; she merely assumes. Her world is healing around her, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t better places for offspring. Maybe there’s a small part of her that wants more than she’s letting on, in the way of watching their progeny grow…but there’s also some satisfaction in the idea of beings she’s helped birth roaming the stars far away from the desert. “Anyway, I like the way you look,” she tells Hush, just a little awkwardly. She has no skill for flirting, but her gaze drifts to the hand brushing hers, and once again she nudges back into the touch.

“But I hope they’ll remember me in some small way.”

The fresh, pale green colour darkens briefly at the compliment, the almost-glow in blue starburst eyes brightens as Hush smiles. Bad at flirting or not, an honest compliment works just as well, especially with as honest as it is.

"I think I have some information that could be translated," she says with a nod, then cocks her head, "and, if any of them did look like you, they would... of course, be better off staying. But otherwise, yes. I'd be taking them with me."

Nodding, she reaches out to gesture a door open, preceding Furiosa inside and sliding to the side to allow her the space to enter as she wishes. It's a large, open room, one wall consisting fully of viewport with the curve of Earth visible in the lower edge of it. There are long vines and small leafy bushes growing apparently directly from the walls, a small seating area near the viewport, and a large, sunken pit off near a wall, filled with a mattress and a lot of pillows.

"And they'll remember you. I'm not staying until they're fully grown, but we'll stay for... long enough, after they have hatched." It might not have been her plan originally, but the carefully hidden tension in Furiosa's voice, barely leaking through the apparent ease she was projecting, makes Hush change her mind then and there, a small smile on her face.

Lark Windborne | OC | Other characters available |

Loki | MCU | OTA

(aunt) may parker | spider-man/mcu | f/m

Masaomi Kida | Durarara!! | M/F

Nickov // Original Character // OTA

Aqua | Kingdom Hearts | F/F for now

Hush | original | f/f

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