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extreme/unusual kink meme

THE EXTREME / UNUSUAL KINK MEME

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- 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.
13. Boss/Underling - Maybe you're a special kind of secretary, or maybe you're just willing to do anything for that raise?
14. Teacher/Student - You'll do anything for an A, or maybe teaching adolescents has just become too tempting.
15. Addiction - One of you is absolutely addicted to the other. Maybe they've drugged you, maybe you don't even know.
16. Chastity Belt - They're not allowed to have fun without you.
17. Sensory Deprivation - It's nicer if you don't see it coming.

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. Cock expansion - Maybe it can be just a bit bigger?
5. Pregnancy, fertilization, breeding - You just can't wait to have a child.
6. Human cattle/livestock - Milking, feeding, mucking 'em out.
7. 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
4. Fight - No better way to warm up for fucking.
5. Needleplay - A few little pricks in the all the right places.
6. Wax play - It won't burn too badly.

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.
9. Oviposition - A new use for eggs. Or maybe you need to find a host for your own eggs?
10. Bathroom control - Control over something very personal.
11. Lactation - A very special brand of milk.
12. Urethra play - Be careful what you put in there.

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. Incest - Fun for the whole family.
8. Electricity - A few little shocks can just be electrifying.
9. Public - Will someone see? Do you want them to?
10. Tentacles - Lots of them
11. Fucking machine - It doesn't tire out.
12. Wild card - Don't like any of the options? Come up with your own!

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"Oh," He chuckles low. "You're finally awake."

As if he was at this longer. Perhaps next time he'd work more swiftly (if there was a next time, if he didn't mind Crane fucking him awake in the late hours of the night). For now, he drags his teeth across his collar bone, hand holding him down as he thrusts a second finger in.

"Frankly I wondered what took you so long."

Stephen makes a soft, sweet sound that rises sharply when Crane pushes another finger into him. His hips lift this time and his hands flutter like he's not entirely certain what to do with them. One brushes Lucien's shoulder before grabbing the wrist of the hand holding him down.

"How--how long...?"

He can't quite put the words together, still sleep-addled and Crane isn't giving him any chance to recover. Warmth floods his face and it doesn't take much for him to become fully aroused.

"Not long."

Unfortunately.

"I'll make sure it's longer next time."

A promise, a determination to bring Stephen off in his dreams or to the edge until he woke with pleasure in his veins. How could he not? Crane simply had a difficult time resisting the beautiful man next to him and this was certainly no exception.

"Come on, pretty boy." He whispers harshly against his skin. "Wake up so I can hear you."

"Oh, please," he moans, unable to hold it back as Lucien's breath teases over his skin. Stephen bites his lip, trying to keep himself quiet even as Lucien demands to hear him. "Ah--"

Stephen grabs Lucien's other shoulder, hands tingling where they make contact with his lover's skin. His thighs spread more and he tries to lift his hips, his body begging for more. It's embarrassing and strangely arousing to think he's still slick from their earlier encounter, though more oil wouldn't hurt.

"Lucien, please, I need. I need--"

God, he can't think straight. His thighs press tight against Crane's sides.

"What do you need my pretty witch?" He growls out, halfway regretting not retrieving the oil before this started.

He could grab it. It still rest on the nightstand where they left it long after they had finally made it to sleep, but why bother now when he's having so much fun pulling those sweet little noises from him. Crane twists his fingers, teeth on his neck, sucking a bruising mark into his skin. He grips his hip with more strength than necessary, hold him down even as Stephen tries buck into his hand.

"Tell me." A beat. "Properly."

Stephen presses his lips together stubbornly at first. But Crane's teeth are on his neck and his hand is threatening to bruise his hip all while he fucks him with long, elegant fingers. He knows exactly what Crane wants to hear and he's realizing very quickly that he doesn't have the will to resist him for long. Not like this. Not when this is how he's been ulled out of sleep.

His breath catches and his entire body jerks beneath Crane.

"P-please, my lord," he gasps out, voice edged with a moan as fingers move just right. "Please, I need your cock and--and more oil. Ah--"

It isn't quite pain in his voice - Crane would certainly know the difference by now - but he is on that edge of discomfort, which might be fine for now. But Stephen knows he'll need more before he takes anything bigger.

Perfect.. Crane finally gives in, reaching for the oil on the nightstand in a hurry. He could have tormented Stephen for a good while, could have let him ride his fingers until he was so far gone he could hardly talk but-

but it's late (early?) and the gasps and moans, the jerk of his hips, the raw edge of his voice -- it made it difficult to deny him anything. Not that he'd admit it. This was what he wanted, what they needed after all. He grunts as he removes his fingers, frowning only to himself because it was an absolute pity to not see his lover filled.

He pours oil onto his fingers, onto his cock, coating himself with deft strokes. Crane shifts his knees under Stephen's thighs, adjusting his grip to lift him, maneuver him in just the right way to line himself up properly, rubbing the head of his cock against his ass.

"Of course you need my cock." He grins, sinking just the head past the tight ring of muscle. "What else could you need?"

Stephen's always made dizzy by the ease with which Crane hauls him around. It takes notihng to drag him closer, to get him into whatever position Crane wants. And of course he takes the opportunity to tease before finally giving Stephen what he wants. Needs.

He whimpers as his head falls back. His hands drag over the blankets until he finds things to grab: Lucien's thigh, the pillow above his head. "Oh, my lord, please."

He lets himself beg when he realizes Lucien hasn't pushed deeper and doesn't seem to be in a hurry to.

He holds himself still, just the head breaching him as he swiftly moves to push Stephen's hands above his head, pinning him down with both wrists in one hand. Crane smirks, taking Stephen's chin in hand to level his gaze at him, gray eyes filled with obvious desire and lust.

"Keep your hands here." He commands. "Don't move them unless I tell you to. I shouldn't need to tell you anything more, should I?"

He challenges him with a slight raise of his eyebrow before he's sitting back up again, both hands on his tiny waist. It took a significant amount of will power to keep himself still, wanting to sink in and fuck him senseless.

There was something about the sweet torture of one Stephen Day that shot pleasure straight to his cock.

"Now. What were you saying? My lord please what?" Beg for him Stephen. He loves it when you do.

"Oh, God," he whispers as Crane catches his hands and pins his wrists in place. He stares up, tawny eyes dark with need as Crane stares down at him. He shakes his head: Lucien won't have to tell him anything more.

When Crane lets go, Stephen keeps his arms right where they are. He's trembling as Crane's hands slide over his sides.

"Please fuck me, my lord. Please, I need it. I need you."

Fuck-- when he begs just like that? He couldn't possibly deny him anything. Stephen must know what he does to him, he must simply because once the words leave his mouth, Crane is thrusting in hard, burying himself to the hilt with a low groan. He wastes no time, rolling his hips, fucking up into him long and hard.

Beautiful. He's beautiful beneath him, trembling against him as he bears down on him in the mattress. This beautiful, dangerous man submitted so easily, it often make dragging our their fucking difficult, but he tries just to hear sweet sounds of submission from his lips. Crane pulls him down along his cock, meeting him with every thrust.

There's no fighting it and Stephen doesn't want to. Giving over control to Lucien is deliciously freeing after having to manage his job and everything that goes with it. This is the one place he doesn't have to be responsibile for anyone or anything. He just has to follow orders. He can let Lucien fuck him until the only thing he can think about is breathing.

He cries out sweetly when Crane slams into him, pushing deep in a single thrust. His lover wastes no time after that, there's no tender period to adjust. Stephen doesn't need it, doesn't want it. Even after their recent fuck, he still feels a stretch and it's perfect.

Stephen's fingers curl into fists, then stretch out again as Lucien drags him to meet every thrust.

"Oh God--God, Lucien, my lord--" He can barely string the words together. "You feel so good."

He's painfully hard now and he can feel the precome on his stomach.

"Louder." He demands it of him, knows that Stephen can be louder.

The world beyond his flat didn't matter compared to what happened right now between them. Stephan Day and his interests were beyond anyone's reach, and no one could touch him here. Just Crane, bringing him to the heights of pleasure whenever they found themselves falling into bed together. He rubs one thumb against his hip bone, the other wrapping around the base of Stephen's cock with practiced ease.

"You little slut." He practically hisses as he thrusts back in. "I should wake you up like this more often. You'd look so fucking pretty on my cock first thing in the morning."

A louder, sharper cry tears from him when Crane finally touches his cock. His thighs go tight against Crane's sides and he's dizzy from how damn good he feels. The urgent, unforgiving pace Crane's set has pushed him up the bed, until his hands are pressed against the headboard, braced there to keep himself stretched out for his lover.

Lucien's words burn across him like a brand.

"Oh, please," he moans, struggling to talk around his desperate breaths. "I'm yours, Lucien. My lord. I'm yours whenever, however you want me."

Stephen's voice catches and he struggles to keep from curling up the way his pleasure demands.

"Please can I come. Please."

He could say no. Let him squirm and struggle to obey his demands until it was too much and either spill over or until Crane demands it. He strokes up, thumb pressing against the slit, smearing precum over the head of his erection almost idly in thought. As if he was debating on how best to torture his lover.

There was a problem, however: this impromptu rendezvous had him riled up the moment he started to touch Stephen as he slept. He was close, close, close but he wouldn't dare come until Stephen had. Not until he felt him tip over the edge will he step over as well.

"Come for me then, witch." He grinds his hips hard into him. "Let go."

There's nothing for it once Lucien finally gives him permission. Stephen's entire body goes tight and he trembles beneath Crane's touch as the delicious, building pleasure inside him snaps. He comes with a desperate, relieved cry and he grabs the pillow to keep from grabbing Lucien.

He can feel it smatter across his stomach, making a right mess of him. Just a few breaths later he's practically boneless in Crane's grip, spent and dazed. The afterglow will have to wait, though: the way Lucien fucks him makes it impossible to come down completely from that delirious high.

"Please," he whispers, voice raw. "Let me feel you, my lord. Give me everything."

This is his favourite part. Stephen coming apart under him as if he's meant for nothing else other than this pleasure, this moment. Come splattering across his stomach, feeling the way his cock twitches and throbs in his hand, the admiration and pleasure that tears through his system is enough to finally send him over the edge.

The raw, unfettered feeling of just existing in the moment as he chases after his own pleasure. Nothing but the sound of Stephen spent and exhausted under him, his own moans before he reaches his release. He keeps a few uneven thrusts before he holds himself deep, spilling his seed.

Fucking. Gorgeous. Bastard.

Stephen can't help the way he whimpers when Lucien lets loose. He trembles beneath him, hurtling toward oversensitivity but he doesn't ask his lover to stop. He wouldn't. And besides, it isn't long before he feels Crane come, blood rushing to his face at how much he likes that feeling.

When Crane finally stops moving, Stephen lays there, trying hard to catch his breath. His eyes are closed and his hands have gone limp, still right where Lucien left them.

Had this been a dream? Will he think it was when he wakes in the morning? It doesn't matter. Right now, Stephen is floating.

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