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Don't bring a knife to a kink fight. Unless you're into that.

The B(ring)Y(our)O(wn)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 OR I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS. 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.

- 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!

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A sigh, mostly for show. This is part of the game, after all. It's what makes Felix so fun to play with.

"Felix." It's that tone he used to use in class when someone had done something particularly egregious. "Come." He rounds on him, the leather lead held between both hands before he winds up and- TWACK. The lead connects with his bare ass, leaving a nice pink line in its wake. He knows exactly how to pull his strikes enough to not do any real or lasting damage, but enough to make it sting pleasantly, and make a loud enough sound to produce the desired effect.

A hand moves to grab that loose bun, firmly pushing Felix to his knees and pulling him to look up at the professor.

"Brat. Don't forget who just lost, again. Don't make me repeat myself today."

Back at the academy, Felix used to hate that tone. It always prompted him to double down on whatever he was doing that Byleth didn't like, out of spite. It still does the same thing now, except the feeling of being in trouble but refusing to be shamed over it goes straight to his dick instead.

"Ngh." His flinch at the sting is subtle, but he can't hold it back entirely. He opens his mouth, clearly gearing up for another defiant taunt, when Byleth's grabbing him by the hair. With that kind of leverage and a slight advantage in brute strength, the professor overcomes his resistance to the push, forcing him to kneel with a grunt.

Byleth yanks his head back, and that goes straight to his dick, too.

He narrows his eyes and scowls up at Byleth at the reminder of his repeated losses. It's a true reaction - Felix never puts on a show on purpose, and wouldn't really know how even if he wanted to. But right here and now, the scowl is a challenge, not anger.

"Or what?"

The rough hand that pushed him down lets go, and the gloved fingertips trace over the sharp line of his jaw, resting under his chin. A very gentle look settling over his features as he shakes his head, clucking his tongue.

"Or you don't get to come. It's that simple. I'll make sure you don't, and I'll know if you touch yourself later." He won't, but he's posing that as a decent bluff. "Now- are you going to be a good boy for me or not?"

His spare hand dangles the collar on one finger. It's blue and white, sharp designs cut into the leather, adorned with a silver bell. Just for Felix. he leans down, attaching it around his neck, giving the metal ring on it a testing tug before clipping the lead on. Once that much is done, he pulls Felix against his legs, pushing one of his boots between his thighs and firmly against his cock.

"Tell me you'll be good."

The feel of Byleth's gloves against skin and the words he speaks send a minute shiver down Felix's spine, although he scoffs. "I don't see how you could possibly know that."

Okay, so Felix isn't always the best at playing along with dirty talk. Sorry, Byleth.

He both hates and craves this talk of being a 'good boy.' It's demeaning, treating him the same way he might treat his cat. And it's so embarrassing, even though there's no one else here to hear it. But he can't help how intimate it seems, how it makes him feel like Byleth will take care of him and value him - not for his position, or who his family is, or even his skill, but just for himself. That Byleth wants him, not anyone else.

Still, it's hard to force the words out. While he's busy struggling with the question, the professor puts the collar around his neck - Saints, it even has a bell on it, ugh - and attaches the lead to it before Felix has much of a chance to react. Could he reach up and detach it himself? Yes, obviously. But that's a counterproductive sort of provocation that leads them away from where they really want to be. Besides, he saw the rope Byleth pulled out of that drawer - he probably won't have the option anymore soon enough, and the temptation will go away with it.

He makes a small, clipped noise in the back of his throat as the professor yanks him forward. His hands come up to steady himself against Byleth's legs, and then he gasps quietly with the boot's pressure on him. He's only partially hard, for now, but it's enough for Byleth to work with.

Felix glares up at the professor with a slowly simmering heat in his eyes. His expression is still stubborn, rebellious, but his breath is starting to come a little quicker. He grits his teeth.

"...fine. I will."

"Hmmm. So handsome, I think I picked those colors well. It's not uncomfortable is it?" Fingers card through through dark bangs, tucking them behind his ear. The collar is worn, soft leather on the inside, made to be easy on the skin. "Do you like it?"

When the man finally relents, Byleth sighs, as though it was some great task to obtain.

"There now. Was that so hard?" He gives one more press with his boot before sitting down on the bed and patting his lap, clicking with his tongue like you'd call a cat. The tug on the leash encouraging him to follow.

"Come lay across my lap. We'll get your punishment for being defiant out of the way first." The punishment is always different, which he prefers to keep Felix guessing. "Hurry up before I get impatient, Felix."

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These compliments are something else Felix has never quite gotten used to, although it's a strange mix of embarrassment at the praise and indignance that Byleth's taking credit for his appearance. Which is incredibly stupid, but whatever.

"It's not." Not physically, at least. Emotionally uncomfortable, yes, and it will be until he's fought back enough and been forced to submit enough that he can accept it. Right now, its presence snug around his neck is putting him on edge; he wants to take it off. He doesn't.

The other question is harder to answer. "It's...fine." The true answer is a bit of both, but he's hardly going to admit to that out loud. The firmer pressure against his cock makes him grit his teeth and inhale sharply, but it's brief, and he relaxes the smallest bit when the professor removes his boot. Yes, it was hard, and he knows that Byleth knows that, and that knowledge is what makes all this doable. Enjoyable, even.

And then there's the part Felix both hates the most and always looks forward to. It's not about the pain; if he wanted pain, he could get it in any number of less humiliating ways. It's about the endurance. The strength of will not to break, the strength of body to take it without tapping out.

The summons gets his hackles rising again - the gesture and the sound are much worse than the physical tug. That, he could handle without too much fuss. As it is, he lets Byleth pull him up to his feet by the lead, but once he's standing, the admonishment to hurry makes him want to dig his heels in.

But he did say he would be 'good,' so instead of just refusing, he asks, "What kind of punishment?"

Edited 2021-10-11 23:18 (UTC)

It's a hard balance to what is just enough and too much for Felix, but Byleth has gotten fairly good at it. The right amount of pain, embarrassment, affection... Enough to play with his resistance and applying the right amount of pressure to get him worked into someone more pliable.

"A spanking." Byleth answers flatly, "Come on. Lay face down." Another tug on the leash, though a little more gentle this time, and a hand comes up to trace down the line of his bare hip. He'd usually withhold the information as a surprise, but he's feeling fairly charitable today. He also gets the feeling that perhaps he's pushed too far too early.

That hand on his hip moves back up, splaying over his stomach, fingers tracing the lines of his abs. Damn if he doesn't have a beautiful body. He'd voice it if he wasn't sure it might make Felix more stubborn in the moment. Perhaps a gentle coaxing touch will help.

Felix isn't fully aware of this balancing act Byleth performs whenever they do this. He can tell the professor sometimes changes tactics, just like on the battlefield, but he's not quite self-aware enough to follow the purpose for each of them, or how Byleth takes down his defenses one at a time.

He does at least appreciate the straightforward answer, for once. Felix is a man who does not like surprises, not even good ones; he suspects that's why Byleth usually doesn't tell him what's coming. It puts him off his guard. This time, at least, he can mentally prepare.

Stubborn pride wars with a desire to get to the point where he can just stop fighting, the battle clear on his face. He lets the leash pull him closer, and Byleth's hand on him feels good. The obvious admiration for his body feels good, too, even if he's not always gracious about accepting it. It depends on his mood; sometimes it makes him more confident, even cocky, to know he has this kind of effect on his lover. Other times, he feels too exposed and too seen. Today seems to lie somewhere in between the two.

Finally, he bites the arrow and moves abruptly before he can change his mind again. He bends over and crawls into Byleth's lap, then straightens out to lie on his belly across the other man's thighs. He folds his arms and lowers his head into them to hide his face.

"Good boy." The words are silky and soft as Byleth scoots back to let Felix lay across him as instructed. Once he's placed himself, one knee comes to push his hips up, trapping his cock between himself and the fabric of Byleth's pants. One gloved hand strokes down his back, almost comforting. It trails down to grab a handful of his ass, massaging pleasantly before backing off and then coming down with a hard slap.

"Don't talk back to me."

Slap.

"Don't scowl at me."

Slap.

"You do as I say."

Slap

"Be polite. You say please and thank you."

One last resounding slap before the hand settles again on the now red, sensitive skin, stroking it to soothe.

"Do you understand? Say 'Yes Professor' if you do, and I'll tie you up just the way you like."

This time, good boy feels like more of a relief, sends a little shiver down Felix's spine along with Byleth's hand. His breath catches for just a second at the renewed pressure on his cock, though it's softer than the boot was.

Each blow is its own challenge to overcome, as he refuses to cry out or call a halt to the game no matter how much it hurts or how his face floods with heat; each command helps him shift a little more into the mindset of these coming as orders on the battlefield, the one thing he almost never disobeys - the soldier who defies his commander in battle is likely to die, get his fellows killed, or both. He knows he has the self-discipline to do this, to quell the simmering storm of emotion that's always roiling in his chest and spilling out as anger, if he lets Byleth help him.

By the time the final blow comes, Felix has balled his hands into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms, to keep himself from making a sound or fighting back. He takes a shuddering breath and lets it out.

"...yes, Professor."

He examines the nice red marks left behind. Nothing that will stay too long, and no lasting damage. He strokes Felix's back again.

"That's it. It's over now. Come on, give me your hands, all right?" It's an ask instead of a command, and Byleth takes a moment to tie that softer rope around Felix's wrists, wrapping it down and around his chest, then his thighs. Just tight enough to leave red lines but not to cut off circulation or be painful. He examines his work, turning Felix over onto his back on the bed and propping a pillow under his head. Two fingers fit under the rope- good. His hand splays on the man's chest, stroking languidly down his belly, then back up. "See how nice it is when you're good?"

A kiss, warm and hungry, and those wandering fingers catch against a nipple, rolling over it, teasing it until it's hard under the leather of his glove. He breaks the kiss, only to trail more down Felix's neck and chest, capturing the other nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue against it.

The contrast of smooth leather against his back, rough fabric against his cock, and the lingering sting from Byleth's hand is strangely erotic; there's no way the professor could miss the way he twitches against his thigh.

Face still hidden, he unfolds his arms and offers his hands to Byleth, palms up, without resistance. By the time the other man is finished, there's little he can do with his hands, drawn up against his chest like this; in particular, he's incapable of touching himself, which is probably the primary purpose of a position like this. Nor can he reach around to take off the collar anymore, and he's sure that's on purpose, too.

Byleth turns him over and he immediately turns his head to the side, wincing a bit at the press of the bedsheets against raw, stinging skin. The thought flickers through his mind that he doesn't need the professor to think he's good, that it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of him, that he'd rather suffer the consequences than be an obedient lapdog.

Don't talk back to me. Byleth's first command. Felix's face reddens, but he pushes the defiant thought down and stays silent.

A low hum emerges from his throat into the kiss - not quite a moan, but he is getting harder, especially as that warm mouth presses against sensitive skin and plays with his nipple. He subtly arches up from the bed to press his chest that little bit closer, an encouragement without words.

It's nice when Felix turns more pliant like this. He can see the little objections raise in the way he tenses, or the expression on his face, but there's restraint there. Hands glide over his body, caressing and massaging their way down to his hips again, and those kisses trail lower too.

Carefully, he peels his gloves off, setting them aside so Felix can feel the warmth of his hands on him as he takes his length into one of them. A firm, satisfying stroke before he leans down and kisses the tip.

Given Byleth's comparatively free-spirited upbringing when it came to sex, he never had any qualms about these kinds of things. Another kiss and then finally taking him into his mouth. He just watches Felix's expression as he inches down, down, until he takes him to the hilt, feeling that pressure at the back of his throat. Not much of a gag reflex to speak of. That much is mostly for show though- he can't properly work him over like this, so he backs off enough that he can use his tongue. Tracing and curling around his head as he bobs slightly, sucking every time he backs up.

Felix sighs softly as leather-clad hands explore him and Byleth's mouth makes its way down his body. It always feels strange to be so passive like this, to just lie here and let the professor do what he pleases with no way to give anything in return. Yet, anyway; he's sure that once Byleth's done with him here, it will be his job to please his lover in whatever way he's commanded to. But it's one reason he likes to be restrained; he feels less frustrated, less pathetic, about doing nothing when he literally can't do anything.

The first touch of Byleth's bare hands pulls another quiet noise from him, as he hardens steadily under that attention and the softness of the professor's lips. As those lips wrap around him and slowly envelop him in a sweet, wet heat, Felix's eyes are fixed on the sight, entranced; he licks his lips and his hands flex with the slight itch to bury his fingers in Byleth's hair, one he can't scratch. He's seen his lover do this before, but it never fails to impress him.

Fully sheathed, his eyes roll back a little and his thighs and abs tremble with the effort of keeping still. If he were to buck up into Byleth's throat now, he would definitely be punished. And now that he's starting to get riled up, the threat of not being allowed to come feels more real. He wouldn't put it past Byleth to have gotten his hands on one of those little cages or something...though the thought of suffering through that isn't exactly the most unpleasant one either.

Still, he manages to hold still for now. A moment later, the professor begins demonstrating his mastery over the art of fellatio, spurring Felix's breath and pulse to quicken. "Fuck," he mutters as one of those sucking motions hits just right, and before he can think about it, his hips jerk upward just a little as Byleth starts to come back down.

He never makes it apparent, but he does quite love giving oral. He loves the sounds he can get out of people. Out of Felix. He loves the texture and the challenge and control it takes to do properly, and for a moment he loses himself in just enjoying this. Feeling Felix's hips tremble and the warm pulse of his cock against his tongue, the salty tang of precum at the back of his throat. Then Felix gives that little buck and Byleth immediately pulls off, a wet pop as his mouth disconnects from him.

"So eager. What did you say? Fuck? Is that what you want?" Thumbs press into his inner thighs, and he pushes them apart and then up, against the swordsman's chest, baring him to Byleth who examines him appraisingly.

"I don't know. You've been pretty nasty to me today. Do you think I should be nice and fuck you? You're going to have to tell me how badly you want it."

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"Wait--"

The protest sounds more like a plea than he'd wanted it to, but he knows what he did. His instinct when he feels like he's done something wrong is to double down on it; he's not one to take things back. That instinct wars with the part of him that agreed to Byleth's rules and let him restrain his movements, the part that wants recognition for who he is and what he's done on his own, rather than who his family is and what his job is supposed to be. The part that feels fulfilled when Byleth calls him a good boy.

Before either side can win that little conflict, the professor spreads his legs and forces them up against his chest, pinning his arms even further. He's plenty flexible, so this position is easy for him, but the way Byleth's eyes are judging him makes him wonder what more he'll do to him before he's satisfied that Felix has learned his lesson.

"You already punished me for that," he argues, and then seems to realize it was an argument and swallows. Does that count as talking back? Maybe. "But...I..." He turns his head away from Byleth. "Yes, I want you to fuck me," he mumbles. "...please."

"You know?" He huffs a soft ghost of a laugh, letting go of Felix's legs briefly to fish out a bottle of oil from his nightstand, spreading it on his fingers before going back to attend to Felix again. "You're right. I did already punish you, but you haven't been very good yet either. Simply being punished doesn't make you well-behaved."

One finger rubs against his hole, pressing enough to threaten penetration.

"I did like that please, though. That is good behavior. How about you tell me a little bit more about how badly you want it?" He presses just the tip of his finger in, teasing him horribly, his other hand moving to stroke him slowly. "I need to know exactly how you'd like me to do it, too."

Ah. So this is how Byleth has chosen to further break down his walls. The man knows that words aren't Felix's strong suit, that it's always much more difficult for him to explain or admit something - particularly something personal or private - than just show it in his actions.

But he can't take any actions right now.

He squirms a little at the teasing, despite his best efforts. "I...ngh." He closes his eyes, still facing away from Byleth. "I want you to fuck me hard. And..." Goddess, he hates this, but if he can't say it out loud then the professor won't do it. "Without touching me." His cock, he means. "That's...I really want that."

He feels like he's stuck his face in a furnace.

Oh. If he had a working heart, it would be melting right now. So adorable. How can he say no to that? It's such an earnest effort on Felix's part, even though he's not good at 'acting' sexy, the fact that he actually tried is even more attractive.

"Ah, Felix..." He breaks the act a little bit, rubbing his hands up the man's body, kissing his inner-thigh. "I think I can do that for you." If he wants a nice prostate orgasm, that's what he'll get. That finger slides in slow, all the way to the knuckle, twisting and rubbing. He pulls it back just enough to add a second- scissoring slightly to stretch him, his motions turning into thrusts as he prepares him.

Once he's satisfied, the fingers slide away and he's slicking himself up. He makes a show of stroking himself with that oil, making sure Felix can have a good view before he lines himself up and starts to push in. There's a bit of resistance at first, but once the head pops in rather abruptly, earning a gasp from Byleth because damn if he isn't tight as hell, it's fairly easy to gradually work himself in to the hilt.

If Felix knew that Byleth was at that very moment thinking he's adorable, he'd probably just combust. Or stab something, if he could move his arms.

As it is, the professor softens, and Felix isn't sure he actually likes that as a response to his grudging admission. He needs something to fight against, something to force him; otherwise, submitting like this makes him feel...weak. Not because of the acts themselves, but because it draws too much attention to the way he enjoys being obedient in a way he shouldn't. He doesn't fully or consciously understand this, but he knows he would rather struggle and earn what he wants, somehow. He would rather have his walls broken down than to open the gates himself. That's too difficult. Frightening.

Still, he's not exactly going to complain about Byleth pumping his fingers into him.

His eyes stay closed but his head turns to face forward again, tipping back as he tries to relax and let himself open up for his partner. He's not good at relaxing, but watching Byleth touch himself with a slick, oil-covered hand is a damn good distraction.

"Ah--" The abrupt entrance is a bit painful, but he doesn't mind. He tries to breathe steadily and slowly as Byleth pushes himself in a little at a time, hands balling into fists, the occasional quiet noise escaping his throat as his breathing gets shallower and faster. When the man is finally fully seated, Felix tries to be patient and let them both acclimate, but Goddess, he's so ready...

...would he get in trouble if he tried to start first? Would Byleth go back to being firm and dominant, then? Felix feels so restless.

There's not a whole lot he can do from this position, not without his hands for leverage, but he can rock his hips against Byleth to make his point.

"Did I hurt you?" There's genuine concern there. It's an honest ask that he's willing to break immersion for. He waits for Felix to adjust, grabbing onto his hips when he starts to move to still him.

"Ah. You're so eager. Did you forget who's in charge here?" A pull on the leash is there to remind him. Nothing too harsh but enough to get the message across. The little bell jingles. He lets him think about that for a minute more, before he does eventually start to rock in to Felix. The thrusts are far too shallow at first, and his hands run over Felix's body, admiring the way his muscles are all taught like this.

"Beg." The word is spoken softly but it's still an order. "Beg me if you want it harder."

Felix shakes his head - no, Byleth didn't hurt him. Not in any way he didn't like. Coming from someone else, Felix might have been irritated at the idea that his partner had to check on him, as if he weren't capable of speaking for himself. But he knows that Byleth is fully aware of his capabilities, his limits, his strengths and weaknesses - no one knows him as well as the professor does, he thinks. So if he's asking the question, it's not because he thinks Felix is fragile or feels bad about what they're doing. He just wants an answer, and they can move on.

...or so he'd hoped, anyway. But Byleth stops him, keeps him still, and he can't stop a frustrated little whine at the back of his throat. He glares for a moment, but the pull on the leash forces him to arch his back, jerking him slightly up from the mattress, and the bell's jingling makes his ears burn - a reminder that Byleth not only has physical control over his movements, but control over his behavior, as well. Like he's a trained cat. ...and he's just beginning to feel like maybe he doesn't hate that.

Finally, the professor starts moving, and Felix leans into the touch of his roaming hands. He tries to keep his hips still this time, but it soon becomes obvious that Byleth has no intention of letting him have what he wants yet. The shallow thrusts make him feel like a parched man in the desert, promised water but fed it only one drop at a time.

Just when he's losing the last of his patience, the order comes. The crux of it is just one word, but that one word makes him squirm, struggling in earnest for the first time against the ropes that keep him restrained and squeezing tight around Byleth's cock without meaning to.

It takes him a minute or so to work himself into the desperate state of mind that allows him to give in. Then he closes his eyes and falls still, breathing hard, still tense all over.

"...please," he says, half-mumble and half-whimper. "Harder, please."

Feeling him go through the process of starting to give in is delicious. The way he tightens around him, Byleth groans softly, petting his thigh.

"That's it. Good boy." And he does, to his credit, go harder. However only a little. Enough to feel a difference but not nearly as hard as he knows Felix wants it. The please does get some extra mileage though, and he makes sure it doesn't go unrewarded.

"The louder you are for me, the harder I'll go. The more you let me hear you, the better it will be." He deliberately angles his hips up so he's almost certain he's grinding directly on his prostate every time.

"Come on. I know you can do it."

Felix presses his head back against the pillow, back arching as much as he can manage in this position, as Byleth pounds into him. But soon enough he realizes what's happening and the noise he makes when he does is something in between a groan and a whine. The offer the professor makes isn't a new one - they've done this before. But it's difficult every time.

He gasps at the first brush of Byleth's cock against that sweet spot, and the more the man grinds against it, the more breathless Felix becomes; the harder it is not to make noise. The heat gathering inside him pulses, demanding more. Still, he hesitates to speak again until Byleth encourages him in a tone he knows well, and the part of him that learned long ago how fortunate he was to have this man as a teacher feels a rush of satisfaction rise in his chest. It's so hard not to want to please the professor and prove himself.

So he stops fighting it.

"I, I need--haa, fuck, please, oh Goddess, please, more..."

His cock stands at perfect attention by now, full and hard, and the rougher Byleth is the more he strains against the restraints in an attempt to reach it. To touch himself, relieve just a little of his intense arousal - but of course, he can't, and he knows Byleth won't do it because that's what he asked for. This frustration, this desperate need to do something he can't, forcing him to just take what he's given - this is what he wanted.

He knows, he can see Felix's resolve slowly chipping away as he thrusts into him intent on hitting that sweet spot every time. When he finally does give in, Byleth has to bite his lip and fight to stop himself from coming right away, hearing him finally let go and truly beg for him.

"Yes." His voice is rough, and he moves to give himself more leverage to fuck Felix as hard as he dares. The wet sound of skin meeting skin, and their collective panting. "Good boy. Good boy, Felix." He winds the leash around his hand and pulls it taught, keeping him there. He feels amazing, tight and warm, but it's those sounds he loves the most. And that look on his face...

The bed frame thumps against the wall with every buck of his hips. He's close, but he wants to see Felix finish first.

"Are you going to-" His words broken up by a soft grunt of effort, "Going to come for me, Felix?"

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