Extreme/Unusual Kink Meme (TRIGGER WARNING)

[swagmancer]

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

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!

[[originally composed by (and reposted with permission from) cerebel.]]

Comments

[janelikethegirl]

[She sees that flicker, and knows it. Deeply. It's something he must have gathered about her; she doesn't even hide it, just wears it around on her all day in plain sight. He might have seen her own just now, when she looked up to him. They understand each other far better than perhaps either one realizes.]

I didn't.

[Truth: she knew this was special. She felt it with every fiber of her being. What they had, their connection...it couldn't be bought or found in a chat room.

Her fingers had slowed. She resumes pace, moving to his upper arms now. Wind, wind, twist, knot. Knot again.]

[goodnotlucky]

[Now he's feeling raw, and a bit stupid for speaking aloud something that she had taken for obvious. So he focuses on the rough pressure of rope against his skin, the brush of her hands as they move over his arms. He falls with effortless ease into a temporary meditative state, where everything is rope and hands and the patterns they make. It's a reflex, and yes, a way of escaping from the perilous emotional position he just stumbled into, but it needn't last long. They'll be moving on soon.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She was feeling a bit exposed too just then, which is why she didn't look up. Too much too soon, too many implications. She had to retreat a bit.

And now she feels like she owes her own apology, after a silent stretch.]

Sorry, I-- have a problem thinking out loud. It was rude.

[Commenting on his sex life like that. He's not like everyone else.

One more set of windings above his bicep, nearly done.]

[goodnotlucky]

No worries.

[She's so close to him now. He feels that gravitational pull, and ventures another look at her, to see if she'll meet his eyes. He would very, very much like for her to kiss him before she moves away from him again, but it isn't his place to ask. At the very least, he wants to find a brief moment of reconnection. To make sure she's all right to move on.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She hides under her hair for another minute, ostensibly to finish tying off the fine double column she's got working. But she can feel the weight of his gaze on her, and forgoes the securing knot for a moment to meet his eyes. He's seeing far more than she's completely comfortable with, but in for a penny, as the saying goes.

Jane pulls herself out of the mental corner she'd started to retreat into, and makes herself aware of his presence again. Her gaze flickers down to his mouth, and she feels drawn to him again, quietly but still as strong. All she has to do is push through this one bump, and everything will feel much better on the other side. Just trust him.

She turns and leans over to grab her tea, taking a long drink of it. Sweet refreshment; her mouth had gone a bit dry, there. Jane then ties off the final knot, running her fingers along her work. But she's still avoiding- Jane lifts her eyes and finally allows herself to be drawn in by him for a soft kiss.]

[goodnotlucky]

[It's easy to see that one or both of them made a misstep. Not so easy to say exactly who it was or where it happened, and talking about it any further isn't going to help them get beyond it -- but Sherlock can still feel something uncomfortable hanging in the air up until the moment she kisses him.

He parts his lips just far enough to make it more than a surface kiss. Beyond that, he allows her to set the tone, only pressing back with as much force as she gives him. It's difficult. Maybe he has got a bit too used to hot and heavy of late. Or maybe at this point he's just aching for something to lose himself in.

Either way. He pours all of his focus into her and uses the kiss to steel himself. To prepare for whatever's coming next.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She kisses him a little deeper, just enough to let him taste the tea on her lips. It's a slightly odd position, having to compensate for his arms between them, but she manages without too much strain. Finally, after a brief moment, she pulls their lips apart.]

Not bad. [beat. She looks down.] I really thought I'd mess up that last bit without stabilizing it under the shoulder blades.

[goodnotlucky]

[Sherlock won't back off even an inch. His eyes drift down to her lips, eyelids fluttering, then back up again.

He flexes his shoulders, enough to strain against the ropes a little. His voice remains low and intimate, nearly a whisper:]

Feels secure.

[janelikethegirl]

[It's that force of presence, the feeling of absolute confidence radiating from him that has nothing to do with the integrity of her knots, that nearly does her in. Gravity. Attraction being directly proportional to the closeness of two objects. She wants to shag him against the wall with his arms strung up.

But she knows how to work with tension. Ropes are only one thing.

Jane keeps her eyes locked with his, reaching down to work his pants open. Tugs the tab on his zipper down, slowly enough to hear the teeth make a soft grinding sound. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of his underwear.]

Any requests?

[goodnotlucky]

[The way his arms have been set is going to get in the way of just about anything. Surely she realizes this, but it's worth a mention.]

Assuming you are going to do something about the position of my arms?

[janelikethegirl]

[She hasn't missed that hook on the wall.

Her eyebrows lift.]

You're thinking about your arms right now?

[goodnotlucky]

I am thinking of at least a dozen things, several of which necessitate them being out of the way.

[Which isn't actually the point. Is it possible he's still a little bit nervous? Maybe.

And there's something that can help with that.]

I wouldn't say no to a touch more sensory deprivation. It can make everything else so heightened.

[His eyes flick past her, over to the cabinet. Some supplies in there. When he looks back, he's drinking in her face. Getting a last look.]

Blindfold?

you don't know how bad I wanted her to pull it from her sleeve

[janelikethegirl]

[Jane offers him a soft smile- something to remember. It's a good request, one she'll be more than happy to indulge. The eyes are useful tools, but ultimately more of a distraction.

She abandons his pants for now, letting her fingers brush across the ropes as she moves away and goes to dig through the cabinet. Oh, goody, a toy chest! Jane finds herself a little distracted by all of the myriad implements inside, and picks one up to play with it. A Wartenberg wheel. She spins it briefly, then lays it back down in exchange for the blindfold.

She stands in front of him, standing close enough that when she wraps the silk around his eyes, their bodies are brushing. Jane smooths out some of the tension around the nose and cheekbones, and takes half a step back.]

I used to wear one of these almost every night when I was a girl. My father would stand just off the front of the stage and hold up objects from the audience for me to guess.

=3

[goodnotlucky]

[True to expectation, his other senses spool up in awareness as soon as it goes dark. Particularly his sense of touch. He feels the contact of her body, her hands, all the more keenly.]

And you never missed a one, did you?

[janelikethegirl]

[She grins, biting her lower lip for a moment. She never did outgrow that feeling of pride. And she does really love seeing him tune in so attentively to his tactile and auditory senses.]

Not when he was using code to tell me the answers.

[Jane toes off her shoes and uses the rope to guide him incrementally over near the wall. Useful as it will prove for stringing him up later, she'll need it for some support. The first step is to get her trousers worked off, and she does that with efficiency. Her panties are next, tossed aside before she pulls him close, leaning in for a brief yet deep kiss.

There's one sense that can be forgotten when so much focus is on touch and sound. He's been so eager to experience her, and while their kisses are passionate, there are other visceral uses for a clever mouth. The kiss is kindling, awakening her body. She pulls their lips apart.]

Kneel.

[goodnotlucky]

[Touch and sound. He listens to her shoes get left on the floor, the hush of fabric that follows. Feels with the edges of his immobilized hands, when she pulls him close, the way her shirt now falls below her waist over bare skin. There's a fresh flush of anticipation, this time with more momentum than tension; they're really off now-- and then comes the command.

The first sound he makes is a short, quiet hum, as though already assessing her skills as a Dominant. He approves.]

Yes.

[Down he goes. Slowly, carefully - the immobilization of the arms causes more of a balance issue than one might think - but smoothly and without mishap, offering a couple extra open-mouthed kisses to her throat on the way. Once he's settled himself below the level of her last button, he noses her shirt open to brush the skin of her belly and lets a breath out from between his lips, soft and warm.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She is a little nervous about being graded, but she's not terribly good at vulnerability in general. As long as she keeps this about feeling good and having fun with someone she's starting to fancy more by the minute, all will be well.

Jane shudders a little at the feeling of hot breath on her skin. The anticipation in the air is palpable. She feels her skin flush, all the way down to her toes. Jane brushes her fingers through short-cropped hair.]

You can touch.

[It feels like she's saying it to both of them. There's been a sense of circling each other for a while now, even with the initiated embrace and kisses tonight. Holmes and Jane-- they're not the sort who indulge in something with much reservation, once started. Everything has been prelude to this point; now they're really doing this.]

[goodnotlucky]

[He'd been working up to it in any case, and so her words sound more like encouragement than permission, more like a request than an imperative.

Of course, touching in this instance means with something other than his hands. After less than a second spent deciding where he ought to start, Sherlock presses his open mouth to the front of a hip, the very top part of a leg. Then he starts working his way inward with a trail of slow, hot kisses. His tongue slips out to taste skin, the sensitive stuff on the inside of her thigh.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She'd needed to hear herself say it. Jane doesn't let anyone do this, not even the smallest amount. She has to tell herself it's okay, that it doesn't Change Everything.

Except Sherlock is making this a risk every second she's around him, but -- nnn. Jane's breath hitches, and she shifts her leg to expose her inner thigh a bit better. It's likely she's going to abandon all her good breathing techniques shortly.]

[goodnotlucky]

[The blindfold does more than heighten other senses. It's easier, in the dark, to focus on the immediate. Easier, when you can't see the other person's face, to think of them only as a body and a series of stimuli, instead of a complex being with innumerate possibilities for personal complications.

He flattens his tongue against her skin and draws out the lick, then continues making a trail down her inner thigh. He sucks a bit of skin between his lips, far enough to graze his teeth against it without biting, and listens for changes in her breath, stays tuned in to those fingers in his hair.]

[janelikethegirl]

[Jane is a student of sensation- she uses touch for a purpose, and also enjoys it for its own sake. So much can be said with touch, things words never could approximate. It's safe, in this context, to just stop and feel.

But, ah- maybe there's something beyond simple tasting, something she hadn't considered before this moment...the idea takes hold immediately and impulsively. There's only a second's pause for her to voice it.]

Bite me.

[goodnotlucky]

[And that's a much more direct reaction to his little experiment than he'd been hoping for. Sherlock's next exhale is voiced, enough to turn it into a breathy little growl of enthusiasm. Yes, ma'am.

Then he puts his teeth to the fleshy bit on the inside of her knee joint before reversing his trajectory and traveling back upwards, this time with bites instead of kisses. He finishes with a long swipe of his tongue over his last point, then takes that same soft bit of upper thigh in between his lips, suckling and nibbling hard enough to leave a mark -- unless she stops him.]

[janelikethegirl]

[She wants to be marked by him. She wants to feel soreness and be reminded of his touch every time she gets dressed. She wants that dark spot to be her own special secret that travels with her all the way back to Sacramento. Scent will fade quickly, last only as long as the next shower, but a proper mark could take nearly two weeks to go away, as easily as she bruises. It might make things easier, might make them worse, but she wants it more than anything in this moment.

Maybe she just wants to feel something after living a life with most of the color drained out of it. Every bite on her skin reminded her how alive she was, the sharpness of teeth and the force of pressure showing her how keenly she could still engage with the world around her...or with someone.

She won't stop him. She'll hold him there until the skin is angry and swollen and branded, until she yelps...and then maybe a little more.]

[goodnotlucky]

[A pity he can't see the purple-and-red mark that's left when he's finished. He's just going to have to trust his judgement and his imagination.

When he feels her grip let up, he moves - no pause, no break in the action to soothe the bite. If any soothing occurs it happens incidentally, in the stroke of his tongue that passes over the spot on its way to move between her legs. From there, he begins a new set of experiments: kissing her folds, giving them little teasing flicks, then pressing his tongue wide and flat against her clitoris. The stubble on his cheeks brushes against her thigh, against the spot where he bit her.]

[janelikethegirl]

[It's the sandpaper quality of his beard that draws a soft cry from her, which quickly dissolves into a deep moan. He is good at this, as she'd hoped. The sharp sting of his stubble mixes with the warm roughness of his tongue on her. Jane jerks a little, not due to being overly sensitive, but the sudden flood of pleasure in one concentrated spot was startling. Her fingers curl at the base of his scalp, as much for encouragement and feedback as to stabilize herself.]