The Bring Your Own Kink (or Scenario or Prompt) Meme

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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. <SPAN STYLE="font-size: x-large;"><font face="georgia">kink name/scenario here</font></span> <blockquote><small>information goes here, your most secret desires</small></blockquote> - 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!

original meme from 

incelsa

 

Comments

[romanticherotype]

You wound me, Athos, truly. If you plan on simply offending my delicate sensibilities, I may just have to leave you here. So you can think on your actions, of course.

[Aramis sits up, though the fact that he hasn't moved from his spot at Athos' hips suggests he has no intention to follow through with the threat.]

Fortunately, I know how very fond you are of me.

[comte]

[ He narrows his eyes at that regardless. ]

You wouldn't dare.

[ Athos may trust him, but it is requiring all of that trust to allow this. It makes him nervous to be so restrained, but for Aramis -- for Aramis he would give his life without a thought. For Aramis he would forgive almost anything, has forgiven so many things. He roves his eyes over the man, arches up a little to try and encourage him to do something. ]

But if you are going to stay, you could at least make yourself useful.

[romanticherotype]

Ah ah ah, Monsieur le Comte. [He presses the tip of Athos' nose with his index finger.] You are in no position to be making demands.

[It's very clear that Aramis is enjoying himself immensely. And he knows how difficult this must be for Athos, so he leans down to press a kiss to his lips. His hands slide along Athos' arms and up to the ties at his wrists.]

This won't be enjoyable for you at all if you don't simply relax.

[comte]

[ Athos exhales in irritation, clearly about to say something catty, but when Aramis leans in to kiss him does relax a little -- fingers uncurling as he pushes up to meet it.

When the other musketeer draws back he takes a second to recall what he was so irritated by. ]

Don't call me that.

[ It's quieter, not as annoyed as it would have been if he'd been allowed to say it as soon as the thought struck him. ]

Kiss me again and I might relax more.

[ After all, he does want to relax. He does want to do this. He does want to let go of his worries and let Aramis take the reins. ]

[romanticherotype]

Hmm, and what should I call you then?

[Aramis stretches out on top of Athos, reveling in the laziness of it all. It's so rare that they get much time at all, especially like this, and Aramis has every plan to enjoy it to the fullest.

He laughs, unable to keep the smile from his face as he obliges Athos with another kiss.]

Always so demanding.

[comte]

Athos is fine.

[ 'Comte' has less pleasant memories attached to it and he'd rather not dwell on them with Aramis draped over him like this.

He sighs as Aramis obliges, though, relaxing a little further and letting the tension slowly seep from him. ]

You rarely do as your told, Aramis. No need to start now if you don't want to.

[romanticherotype]

"Athos" is no fun.

[Aramis hums a little, teasing his fingers through Athos's hair. When he sits up again, he pushes up Athos' shirt, splaying his hands across the other man's chest with a huff of annoyance.]

Remind me to get your shirt off before I tie you up next time.

[comte]

If you'd been in less of a hurry you might have thought of that.

[ Athos strains against the bindings a little as hands push up under his shirt and make contact with his skin, eyes half-lidding with pleasure just from the lightest touch. He watches them, eyes raking over Aramis before lifting to focus on his expression. His fingers flex and curl with control before he tilts his head, affecting disinterest. ]

But if it's in your way I'm sure you can find a way around that.

[romanticherotype]

[At Athos' words, which Aramis find to be cheeky, Aramis lets his nails scratch delicately across the man's chest.]

It's not as if the shirt is really what matters, anyway.

[To illustrate his point, he shifts back, and his hands trail down to begin to undo the fastenings of Athos' trousers.]

But I'll need your word that you'll stop pulling on your restraints before I continue.

[comte]

[ He arches as nails drag lines down his chest, lets out a slow hiss somewhere between pain and pleasure -- legs parting a little as Athos tugs at the fastenings of breeches. ]

And if I don't stop?

[romanticherotype]

Then, naturally, I'll be very upset. I may be prone to pouting. And if I should turn out to be upset, I'll likely seek out company that pleases me.

[Aramis continues on anyway, deftly undoing the breeches and tugging the fabric down Athos' hips.]

You do look positively ravishing like this, my dear.

[comte]

[ Athos gives a low growl of protest at the idea of Aramis leaving him, but he forces himself to stop pulling regardless. He doesn't want Aramis to leave. He doesn't think he really would -- wouldn't leave him tied like this -- and honestly he's fairly certain he could get out of this if he wanted to... but still. The idea is still enough to make him a touch nervous, and he'd much rather have Aramis pleased than not.

He lifts his eyes from watching deft fingers work open his fastenings, raises his hips a little since he can't help with his hands. ]

I'm glad you approve.

[ If his tone is a little dry, well, he can't help it. It's his natural state. ]

[romanticherotype]

I'm rather an expert when it comes to ravishing sights.

[He gives Athos a look of thanks at the minor assistance. Aramis leans in for another kiss before divesting himself of his own breeches.]

If you behave yourself, I'll let you return the favor later.

[comte]

[ He loses himself in the kiss for a moment, in the masterful way Aramis always has of making him weak. Then he blinks, eyes focusing on him as he strips then mind catching up with the promise. Now that... that is a very interesting idea. ]

You'd never stop squirming.

[ Even tied down he can't imagine Aramis staying still for a minute. ]

[romanticherotype]

You'd like it. You'd positively revel in how much I'd want to touch and not be able to. You enjoy making me squirm.

[Aramis' shirt follows his trousers, which are soon joined by Athos' breeches on the floor nearby. When he crawls over Athos, there's an impossibly bright smile on his face.]

Now, then, what can I do to help you relax, even if just for a moment?

[comte]

[ The worst thing about it is how right Aramis is. Athos would like it. Even the thought of Aramis struggling for his touch makes him shiver a little.

He swallows, wets his lips as Aramis crawls over him. This is both heaven and hell at the same time. The temptation and the restriction, but the possibilities... ]

Touch me.

[ It's a simple request, but Athos can already hear the lust creeping into his voice just at the thought of it. ]

[romanticherotype]

Mm, with pleasure.

[Aramis manages to look lazy and wicked all at once. He draws his finger tips down Athos' arms, starting from the ties at his wrists, then slides his palms down Athos' sides.

He lets out a gentle hum as he traces muscles and scars, leaving no inch of skin untouched. When Aramis sits up, he draws little circles around Athos' hips with his thumbs.]

[comte]

[ Athos exhales slowly, fingers curling to dig into his palms. He wishes he could turn his hands to grip at the headboard or the sheets, to brace himself somehow but no -- he can't. He can only draw on years of self-control to keep still for Aramis, to keep himself from pulling at his ties.

Aramis is always, to him, a wonderful combination of lazy and wicked. Aramis who is so full of heart, too full for his own good. Who is so much better a man than he.

His eyes half-lid with pleasure and he lets himself imagine again how Aramis would look, laid out for him and hands tied. Exquisite, he thinks. Like temptation itself given form. ]

There would be more pleasure if my hands were free.

[ He can't help the quip. He wants to touch Aramis, always does but especially so when he looks like this. His hips twitch a little upward as thumbs trace them and Athos curls his toes for control, fighting the desire to buck up against Aramis. ]

[romanticherotype]

[Aramis laughs, lightly and fully amused.]

You know I've terrible will power.

[Which is true. Already he's finding it difficult to keep Athos restrained. Aramis likes to touch and tease, but he also likes to be touched and teased in turn. It's likely that he'll grow impatient long before Athos does.

He bows his head, pressing a trail of kisses along Athos' stomach.]

[comte]

Luckily for you I have enough for both of us.

[ His skin twitches under the kisses but he manages to stay still, eyeing Aramis. Athos can feel the flush of desire already creeping over his skin, spreading down onto his chest. His fingers twitch again but he resists pulling still grimly determined not to be the first to give in. ]

[romanticherotype]

Soon enough, I'll be the one begging to untie you.

[Aramis exhales, nearly whimpering into Athos' skin. He follows it up by a slight nip before stretching out, pressing flush against the other man.]

Maybe one hand would be all right?

[comte]

You give in so quickly, Monsieur. I expected better of you.

[ Is he now doing this on purpose?

Of course he's doing it on purpose. He wanted to be free before, but now with Aramis laid out over him this way Athos feels oddly back in control despite his bindings. He plays at unaffected, but his eyes are reduced to pools of black as he watches Aramis press their skin together. ]

Finish what you have begun.

[romanticherotype]

[Aramis pouts. He nuzzles at Athos, whining in earnest this time. He's horribly misjudged his own patience and now he must carry on with what he's started.

He shifts so he can reach down without trapping his hand between them. As his fingers tease along the inside of Athos' thigh, Aramis kisses the corner of his mouth. Eventually his touch travels inward, brushing along more sensitive skin.]

[comte]

[ Athos sighs in pleasure, turns his head to catch Aramis in a more substantial kiss as their lips brush together. His legs part more at the touch, inviting Aramis between them, and he hums contently as fingers reach higher. ]

Much better.

[ He may look a little smug now, but who wouldn't? Having managed to direct Aramis to his whims while tied up -- well, there's something to be said for that. It's good for the ego. ]