March PWP Kink Meme

[chaneystarr]

In like a lion

ABO	heats
bestiality	breeding stables
tentacles	size kink
evil science	aliens made them do it
forced orgasm	animalistic behaviors

(Bonus Easter Egg Prompt: Oviposition)
(ha ha ha)

How to play
1. Mix and Match any of the above kinks
2. Pick a ship or pairing
3. Leave me a prompt
4. Kinks!

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[aborable]

[Dimitri has been in this odd cell for who knows how long, left alone with only the voices of the dead and whoever's come to deliver food and water for company. He can almost feel his sanity slipping away. He just wants someone to say something, to help him, to get him out of here!

He's not even aware he's said that out loud and has been for the last few days.]

[darkestbefore]

[ The containment cell he's being held in is small, barely a five-by-five room, its walls a smooth silvery metal with nothing to break up the monotony. The glaring light from overhead never ceases, keeping him cast in a too-bright enclosure with no way to see out or look at anything other than unrelenting metal. There is no bed, nothing to cushion him from the cold surfaces he's is surrounded by. Everything is designed to be quiet and still and exactly the same. The only time it ever changes is when a slot appears in the metal surface and a tray of food and drink is slipped through to him, no voices answering his demands or cries or calls.

He's left there to stew until the brightness becomes dizzying, until the walls seem to close in on him. he's unaware of the faint waves of magic that surround him every so often designed to emphasize all those sensations. The feeling of being alone, of being cut off from everyone and anything. The hopelessness, the paranoia - there's no escape and no refuge from it, not when there's nothing but his own thoughts for company. ]

[aborable]

[The only relief is closing his eye, though even that's hardly enough to help. He's not aware of his tears or his cries or his pleas. He just wants it to stop.]

I'm sorry--please, just let me go, I promise I'll kill her!

[darkestbefore]

[ For ages, no one responds. How much time passes is impossible to tell, because there's no way to gauge it within the cell. But eventually, there is a change. A shift in the magics, a heat in the air. Something subtle and subliminal shifts and then a door opens in the side of the room.

A figure steps inside, slim and tiny. She's dressed in a deep red and gold, her hair done up in ornate braids atop her head and her violet eyes fix on his hunched figure in one corner as she crosses and crouches down beside him.

Reaching out, she rests her hand against his brow, sending a soothing coolness of magic through him to counter the too-heated temperatures this cell had taken on over the past few hours. ]

I've got you. I hear you. You'll be alright now.

[ Her voice is musical and soothing, alluring, a mesmerizing musical note dancing behind the sound, almost like soft chimes. Her voice rings in the cell, somehow sounding as if it came from something far more than this tiny figure that has appeared before him. She gives him a warm smile and something in it casts the rest of this room into shadow, as if she is the only thing he should be paying attention to now that she's here before him. ]

[aborable]

[Even without the magic, Dimitri would be focused on this girl. He has no idea who she is, but she's human and she's here to help him. He lets out a low whine and tries to move closer.]

Help...

[vasshole]

[It's impressive that whoever's taken him managed to actually take him, though Hubert can't recall what he was taken from. He knows it was important, but he can't remember why.

Today, the boy who brought his meal informed him that the lady would be coming to see him at last. Time to wait.]

[darkestbefore]

[ She's had to handle him carefully. His mind is much more subtle and sharp than most humans she's encountered, and at the beginning, he'd guarded against her at every turn.

But his mind wasn't impervious to her magic and eventually, she'd found a crack in his defenses. Had leeched away at his control. Had let her magic work its way deeper into his mind. It had been subtle at first as well. Chipping away at the wall around his mind and thoughts and bonds until cracks appeared - too small that he wouldn't notice, but insidious. And once those cracks ran deeply enough, the whole of his mind was laid open and bare to her. His memories leeched away, his loyalties, his motivations. His identity, even.

It had been a careful process - leeching away the unnecessary without damaging his sharp mind. But she'd been patient. Even if it had taken longer than the others, she knew it would be worth the effort. And once she'd bound him to her, she could start combing that vast mine for its forgotten knowledge. And put him to better use at her side.

For now, however, she slips into the small chamber he'd been contained in - one holding only a bed and a chair and a small bedside table. Simple, but comfortable enough, if frightfully dull with nothing to occupy his clever mind. Stepping inside in her scarlet robes, her eyes land on him and she gives a warm smile at the sight of him. ]

There you are. You seem much recovered from how we first found you. My healers have given me increasingly optimistic reports on your status. I am relieved.

[vasshole]

Status, my lady?

[Who is this woman? Does he know her? The red is familiar, so perhaps....]

[darkestbefore]

[ She just offers him a sympathetic smile and reaches out to brush her fingers against his brow, her touch cool. As if she were checking for a lingering fever. ]

You were very ill when we came across you and yours. Afflicted with the same fevers and hallucinations that plague so many aboveground. It's becoming an epidemic, I fear. Fortunately, you were not so far gone that your symptoms could not be treated and reversed, but it was a near thing. You put up quite the fight in resisting. How do you feel this afternoon?

[vasshole]

[A fever?

Well, that does seem to make sense. He has felt a bit foggy headed the last few days, after all.]

Better, thank you. Are we underground?

[And why does that thought unsettle him?]

[terraria]

[ To be fair, to be completely fair:

It'd been Aspen's idea.

They'd needed Sin on the sea for about a week or so. Aspen couldn't sail - hated it, got green at the wings, scrunched his nose and refused to go near a ship due to his inability to swim (and fear of deep water). Raziel would've taken his place had it not been for Aspen suggesting Sin - and it made sense, after all. Sinbad had sailed the oceans for a good part of his life. If Sin was to be consort and Aspen was to be king, he'd have to delegate, and that meant they'd have to spend some time apart since the few months they'd arrived in Zephyr.

Aspen had seen him off with a smile and a wave and a promise that he'd handle the budding Zephyr council just fine. That he'd see an amazing difference when he returned.

To his credit, he wasn't wrong - the streets actually had cobblestone where most of the earth was scorched and burned and salted before - but the first person to come to him was Wisteria.

Wisteria, red curls bouncing and with caution in his eyes said four words. His heat came early.

It wasn't supposed to. It was still several weeks until spring proper, and yet - by the time Sinbad would make it to the palace, to their room, there was a distant and tinny voice at the door. ]

Sin. Sin! Sin!

[ The doorknob jingled as Aspen fretted with the lock and key, an angry groan of frustration and desperation eking out of his slender throat before the door was thrown open and he gripped onto his lover's shirt. The delicate man's white wings were flared and ruffled, long silver hair askew and mussed and even without its usual crown. Where he usually dressed himself in the robes of his people, meticulously dressed, he only had on the translucent underdress, barely hiding long, shaky legs. He didn't even have shoes on.

His round, blue-violet eyes held smoldering embers in their depths, pale freckled face unusually flushed and lips rosy, clearly bitten near-constantly. ]

Sin! Mine! [ He buried his face into his shirt and then tugged, hard. ] Inside. With me. Now.

[worldinnovator]

[ The moment Wisteria had uttered those words, Sinbad had taken off, leaving the landing and unloading details to his trustworthy first mate. Black feathered wings spreading, he sped for the palace, landing at the closest courtyard outside their shared chambers and practically dashing down the hallway.

He hears Aspen calling for him before he even arrives and when the door is yanked open, he's there and ready, arms sliding around Aspen's waist to draw him close. One hand rests against the small of his back while the other tangles in long, tousled locks, pressing his face against his throat to let him get his scent again. ]

I'm here, love. [ He soothes him, brushing a kiss atop his head in reassurance as he's all but dragged inside Aspen's room - with a surprising amount of strength from his much smaller lover. ] I'm back. And I came straight here as soon as I heard. Are you alright? How long have you been...?

[terraria]

[ His wings finally calmed as Sin's scent filled his button nose - they folded at his back and his body slacked, becoming less rigid.

Sin. Sin. His mate, his beloved. ]

Three days.

[ Really, this is remarkable restraint for three days. ]

Hate it. Don't have as many tools anymore. Nothing feels good.

[worldinnovator]

[ Three days. Gods. He's impressed Aspen isn't going out of his mind already.

Not wasting any more time, Sinbad scoops him up in his arms and carries him deeper into the room. ]

We'll get that fixed for you if you want, love. I'll find you as many delightful toys as you could possibly imagine. [ He leans in, peppering kisses along Aspen's jaw. ] In the meantime, alas, you shall have to make do with me, I'm afraid. Will I work as an acceptable toy substitute?

[ It's asked with light-hearted teasing as he nips at his lover's jaw, playfully attempting to distract him from Sinbad's previous absense when Aspen needed him. ]

[terraria]

Who could care about toys with you around? I love you.

[ Aspen felt his neck and face prickle with heat at such overt affection, his knees still shaking. He quaked like a leaf. ]

Bed. Bring me to bed. Can't stay up much longer.

[outinablaze]

[Humans had very little in the way of purpose to most demons. Some were food, some were toys, and some were pets. And others were simply worth death and not much else.

Yata was something special. With red hair and a punk attitude, he was definitely useful for something. Mikoto bought him on the market, with a single purpose. Repopulating his hellhound pack.

It was now that Yata was chained up, in a large cage, after being knocked out. And all he would hear as he wakes up was loud growls from the darkness of the cage.]

[thevanguard]

[ He'd known, when the red-haired, red-eyed demon had purchased him, that whatever fate was in store for him would probably not be pleasant. It's not like his opinion had been asked - humans were basically cattle in this realm; he had no say. He might as well be a dumb animal for all they cared. But he'd been crated and transported and knocked out so he assumed it was for something more than just being dinner for one of the more carnivorous sorts.

...Although upon waking and hearing those growls, he wasn't so sure.

He groans, shifting on the floor as he stirs, the sound of metal chains clinking as he moves. he opens his eyes to see a thick collar fastened about his throat - tight, but not enough to choke off his airway. It's attached to a surface outside the cage, meaning his movement within is limited. He tugs at it, trying to see if he can get it loose. ]

[outinablaze]

[From the shadows came a large hellhound, bright red in color, and bigger than Yata himself was on the ground. The chains were no going to break any time soon - demon chains were notoriously difficult for humans to get out of unless they had previously done it.

The hound moves closer, planing his paws on either side of Yata to keep him underneath him. Growling loudly towards him and narrowing his gaze at him.]

[thevanguard]

[ Fuck.

Yata freezes in shock as something monstrous and huge ambles out of the shadows of the cage towards him, red eyes gleaming in the dim blight with an unearthly glow. He had no idea what kind of demonic monster this was, but he knew it was dangerous. Knew it was stalking him by the way it approached and loomed over him.

He tried to back away, but the chain didn't let him get very far and then there were massive paws on his chest, pinning him to the ground and he froze as the beast growls, sending chills down his spine. ]

[outinablaze]

[He keeps Yata pinned to the ground, kept in place while he lets out another low growl, moving in to sniff him.

After a moment, he removes his paws and uses one to flip Yata over onto his stomach, with a paw holding down his neck. The growl that he lets out almost seems like it has words. And the words tell Yata to raise his ass in the air.]

[littledhampir]

[ Time had lost all sense of meaning since Rose had been captured and brought to the facility. Most days consisted of her speaking with no one. She had tried, at first. Each meal that was shoved through her door answered by her increasing desperation to engage the person doing so; At first, to hurl abuse at them but in the end just because she was so eager for any form of interaction, she would have been willing to almost be nice to her captors if it just meant hearing another person's voice.

It was no doubt deliberate on their part. Push her to the very edge of her sanity so that when they first came to collect her for an examination, she'd be less likely to fight them. The Doctors, or scientists? Whatever they were, were always so nice. She actually longed for the days she'd be led into the exam room, subjecting herself to the bright lights while they poked and prodded her if it meant they'd speak to her for a little while.

She learned things every time they took her from her cell, for all the good it did her. Having people in lab coats talking over her instead of to her meant nothing without context. 'Soon' they'd say to her. Pleased grins plastered on their faces like she was supposed to know what the fuck that meant. Soon was relative when you weren't even sure what day of the week it was.

The last time she'd been taken had been different, though. It was excitement she sensed in the room as she lay on the cold metal surface. The lot of them congratulating each other as they made arrangements for something else she didn't really grasp. She would have gotten pissed off about the fact that nobody was telling her anything but they'd been so happy as they finished up, her anger had been quelled by their praise and by the time she thought to be annoyed again? She was confined to the four metal walls of her cell.

That had been yesterday, she thought? Either time had sped right up or only a day at most had passed between the last time they'd retrieved her and this one. Something that was definitely unusual when compared to her previous experiences. Perhaps she should have been concerned but she couldn't seem to focus as well these last few days. A restlessness about her that saw Rose squirm at even the slightest brush of air against her too tight, too warm skin.

It was distracting enough that she didn't seem to care when they took her to a room she'd never seen before. The brunette once again, almost grateful for their attention as they stripped her bare and scrubbed her clean. They were new faces that tended to her this time; washing, drying, and brushing her hair. Trimming and painting her nails. Applying lotions to her skin until there wasn't an inch of her naked body that hadn't been attended to. The collar that adorned her neck was a new thing, as was the leash attached to the end of it. The girl who allowed them to lead her through a warren of corridors, a far cry from the one who had fought so hard it had taken four men just to wrestle her into a cell when she'd arrived.

The room she was taken into now was very unlike the sterile environment she'd existed in for weeks. Her toes sinking into the thick, plush carpet as she crossed into luxury. The walls were painted a rich, purple color. Gold accents giving it a royal feel and in the very center of the room was what could best be described as a pedestal large enough for her to kneel on.

Rose was arranged so that she was facing what looked like a large window that took up one whole wall. The aesthetic, lending itself to a display case one might find in the window of an expensive jewelry store. They offered her no explanation as they secured her leash to the pedestal. Her long hair, spilling down her back in gentle waves as she was told to sit up straight and look straight ahead.

She had to fight the urge to rub her thighs together as she looked out into nothingness. The lights both inside and out of the room making it impossible for her to see anyone looking in. They left her then, so sure that she wasn't going to immediately try and escape and the thing that would have shocked Rose when she first came here, was the fact that attempting to do so, didn't even cross her mind. ]

[thesadist]

[ He was not exactly a fan of these auctions. In fact, he rarely attended them at all. But he was getting tired of his brothers' nagging, so he'd relented - just the once - to get them off his back for a while longer. The fact that he remained solitary shouldn't surprise them, but it didn't mean they still heckled and fussed in their way. He understood their concern - he knew how unstable he could grow without someone or something to hold his attention.

It's just that so little did, these days.

Tonight seemed to be no exception as he wandered through the displays, a look of boredom on his face and a mostly-full glass of wine in one hand that he'd been nursing for the better part of an hour. There were exotic beauties from all over on display here. Skin tones of every color imaginable under the sun. Something to spark even the most exotic of tastes and fill the most decadent of desires. There were pleased and hungry murmurs from the crowds as each auction was considered, some placing early bids or outright purchases. To his left, a pair of pale-haired boys tussled together on a grassy hill - half wrestling, half-arousing. To his right, a dark-skinned woman was stretched out on a satin chaise as two men bent over her writhing body, showing her off - showing off their own toned forms as well.

Up ahead was a line of solo displays, most of the wares within arranged in pleasing poses or pretty pictures to catch the eye. he doesn't spare them much attention until he comes closer to one end and something piques against the edge of his senses. A faint prickle. Odd.

Curious, he turns his head, wondering who it is here that actually resisters on his senses. It's been so long that he'd felt something like that that he actually stops and comes to stand before the glass, surveying the girl within. She's beautiful, as all here are, her skin polished and rosy - flushed with arousal, he can tell, even from here. her eyes are dark and lidded, accented to perfection. She's naked except for the collar and leash that hold her in place, letting every inch of her luscious body show.

He presses a hand to the panel beside the window, shifting the lights to let him better see her, and letting the sweet scents that would affect her, have her moving for him, start to fill her little room. ]

[littledhampir]

[ Rose has a vague awareness of the shift of light in the room, her body bathed in warm light that casts the corners of the room into shadow. Tracing every curve of her body so that the splendor of the display case pales in comparison to the figure in the center of it. There's an instinctual part of her wanting to fight her body's urges as she shifts ever so slightly in place. Even the smallest movement making her lashes flutter as she pulls in a slow steadying breath.

Rather than focus her thoughts, the sweet, heady scent that fills her senses, draws a low, soft moan from her lips. The dark circles around her nipples drawing together and creating hardened, dusky peaks. Her tongue slips past her teeth, wetting her lower lip and she can practically taste the sweetness in the air. A low, soft groan of need rumbling low in her chest as she shifts on top of the pedestal.

While she still can't see a thing beyond the room that contains her, Rose's gaze seeks out Daemon's. Almost unsettling in the way it can laser in on him as if instinctually knowing who her body aches for, before she's even laid eyes on him.

As if against her will, Rose presses her thighs together, a weak attempt to dull the throb between her legs. The scent of her own mounting arousal mingling with the sweet note in the air and causing Rose to slowly lean in his direction with another low, soft groan of need. ]

[thesadist]

[ He knows she can't see him, but it seems like she, too can sense something more than mere sight. He watches her shift on the pedestal, watches the heated flush spreads along her skin as her body wakes up. Watches the way she struggles to resist squirming as heat pools within her.

He hears the auctioneer approach to his left and lifts a hand before they can start their sales pitch. He doesn't care what they think he wants to hear, he knows what he is here for. ]

A private viewing room with her.

[ It's a curt order, but the auctioneer is already hurrying to bow and scurry off to ready it.

He stays at the window and watches her until a handler comes to fetch her for him, leading her away to the prepared room. ]

This way, Sir. She is ready for you..

[littledhampir]

[ The room she found herself in now was not altogether different in feel from the one she'd been displayed in. The finishings equally luxurious and yet where she had previously been the only thing to draw the eye before? This one offered a number of interesting areas, designed to please potential bidders.

Rose was led to a large, round Ottoman - almost large enough to be considered a bed - and arranged amidst a colorful array of velvety pillows. The feel of the material against her body, enough to tease her sensitive skin as she brushed against it. The sweet smell was somehow far stronger in here, making her painfully aware of every bare inch of her body. The throbbing ache that she'd been silently trying to ease becoming almost too much for her to bear in the dimly lit room.

Off to one side stood a small table with a number of bottles on top. Each colorful concoction boasting the effects of its use should potential buyers desire to sample their would be purchase. And next to that, another table with an assortment of accessories to further test the limits of the goods.

While she's not entirely sure of what's happening, she does get the sense that whoever is coming must be deemed important to them. An air of excitement in the air as she's attended to by a simpering man who appeared to be in charge. He was only too happy to tell her how lucky she was to even be considered for such an honor. His fussing over her only seeming to agitate the brunette instead of promising the relief she desperately ached for.

She was sure he was listing off rules, expected behavior as he secured her leash once more but Rose couldn't say she absorbed anything he said. Not even fighting him as he lifted a cup of warm, honeyed liquid to her lips and encouraged her to drink deeply. The result was instantaneous like somebody had turned up the amperage, making her acutely aware of even the slightest shift of air in the room. Just the movement of her body sending ripples of pleasure all the way down to her toes, making her seek out more friction. ]