inception_kink | Aaaand here we go!

INCEPTION KINK MEME

(I'm excited. Are you excited?)

Rules are simple!

Most importantly: be civil and respectful to each other. There will be no abuse, no condemning of kinks, none of that 'shaming' crap. That is absolutely unacceptable, and I will watch for that. (If I miss something, PM as soon as you see.)

Anonymously post whatever configuration of characters (or characters and inanimate objects, etc) as you like, coupled with a kink. THIS IS IMPORTANT. I don't want to be a jerk and start laying down the law on the specificity of people's kinks, but this is not a pairing meme, or a fic meme. There are plenty of those out there, and all power to them!

Correct example - Mal/Ariadne, finger-fucking Ariadne on the window ledge.
Incorrect example - Ariadne/Arthur, four seasons.

I can be flexible! But there should be pervertible quality close to the surface. Requesting 'character A is a vampire' AU would work, because there are about half a dozen kinks potentially wrapped up right there: bloodplay, rough sex, dubcon, mind control, etc. Just try?

Try to give and take to keep the meme alive. But don't feel bad about it.

Enjoy yourself

Go forth and inspire kinkiness!

Stuck in Limbo, Saito discovers every whim is catered for, good, bad, or ugly. Of course, he tries to resist at first -- but when everything is a dream, is there any real need to curb his secret dark urges to rape, conquer and murder (and rape again)? Screw the rules: he has money (and omniscient power over an infinitely mutable universe).

It's always the quiet ones, they say.

Arthur isn't quiet now, even while he bites his lip raw to hold back his cries. That might keep back the moans but it does nothing about the slap of skin-on-skin or

the stuttered breaths forced out of him each time Saito shoves in. Such a pretty boy, and prettier still with that expensive shell torn away, neatly-pressed trousers

crumpled around his thighs, a drop of blood staining his crisp white shirt.

He's not real, of course, but that hardly matters when every detail is perfect. Details that Saito could have only imagined in the real world, the way Arthur's slim

hips fit into his hands, that look of shock as Saito first slapped him then pushed him to his knees. And now, the perfect tightness around his cock, the trembling body

under him. The shocked, terrified sound as he moves his hands to Arthur's throat, wraps them there and squeezes, tighter with each thrust, each step closer to climax. Arthur struggles now, hands scrabbling at the desk under him, but Saito has control here. This might be limbo, but Saito has never met a situation he could not turn to his advantage with enough thought.

And down here, there has been plenty of time to think.

Arthur isn't the first - this Arthur isn't even the first, and a parade of images flash through Saito's mind, Arthur bound hand and foot to a broad bed, spread over the boardroom table, tied wrist to ankle and on his knees under this very desk.

And then, that same boy bloodied and bruised, begging for Saito to end it, please, no more. Begging with his very last breath.

The struggles are weaker now, rabbit-quick flutter of Arthur's pulse beating against Saito's fingers and he squeezes harder, chasing his own orgasm. Strange how the pulse quickens in those last few moments, the body clinging to life until the very last second. He empties himself into the unprotesting body with a satisfied groan then steps back, regarding the pale skin on offer, smudged with blood and desperation, draped almost decoratively over an exact replica of the desk in his own office. If he leaves, the projection will have vanished before his return, stolen away by some logic of this place. But for now Saito re-fastens his trousers and takes his place behind the desk, reaching out to run his fingers over Arthur's mussed hair.

Quite the perfect toy.

Nice. XD

Thank you. First timer writing anything like that, but that's what the anonymous is for, right?

And *facepalm*.

I just looked and I do not know why there are weirdass line breaks in there. Wasn't trying to write poetry, I swear! (Guess it's when I copied from wordpad)

I like it! And even though the linebreaks are unintentional, they kind of add to the dream-vibe of it. Nice.

Thank you.

Aaaand here we go!

Saito/Everybody - rape, murder

Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Re: Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Re: Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Re: Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Re: Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)

Re: Saito/Arthur (Non-con, murder. Partial fill.)