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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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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?"

Finally, finally Byleth gives him what he really wants, and the waves of pleasure that wash over him with each thrust turn his pleading into wordless moaning. The professor tells him he's good, Felix lived up to his expectations, he's doing well. And Byleth shortens his leash as though staking a claim, and it makes him shudder.

He nods at the question, but squirms and struggles. "Touch me," he begs, opening his eyes and gazing up at Byleth in an urgent, pleasurable haze. "Please. Please touch me. I can't--"

But it was his own request that Byleth not touch him, and in the heat of the moment he's not sure whether he'd rather the professor uphold or reject the agreement; not sure which he wants more, the touch that would easily send him over the edge immediately, or the strict denial that would reinforce Byleth's complete control.

Like everything else, it's in Byleth's hands, and Felix is grateful for that.

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Ahh, those sounds are such music. Hearing Felix lose all semblance of control is so immensely satisfying, knowing he's driven the usually tightly-wound man right over the edge. The request makes him exhale what could be a laugh as he bucks into Felix.

"Don't touch me, fuck me harder, touch me- fickle creature." He pauses, just to watch him get desperate for it. "I don't think I will. You wanted to come without- so that's how you'll come. Just. Like. This." The last three words are punctuated by hard thrusts into him, each one jingling that adorable silver bell. He picks back up his previous pace, leaving Felix to suffer until he's able to come hands free.

Byleth denies him, which he knows will just make the end that much better, but he doesn't expect the man to just stop. His eyes widen like an expectant cat; it's agony to be so close and yet getting no closer. Without thinking, he tries to wrap his legs around the professor in an attempt to fuck himself on his dick.

The three sharp thrusts pull cries of urgent pleasure from him, though not so loud that he can't still hear the bell. Byleth goes back to pounding into him just as before, and it feels so good but he's lingering there on the cusp without being able to quite step over and it's driving him crazy. He just needs a little push, that's all. But Byleth won't give him anything.

Felix knows he did this to himself, on purpose, and that afterward he won't regret it; but right now he's overwhelmed - intoxicated - with need. He tries to pry one hand out of the ropes by pulling at them with the other, not even recognizing the desperate whimpers and whines he hears as his own. When that doesn't work, he fights to sit up, though what he'd do if he did, he has no idea.

Ahh, the desperation is there and it's wonderful. He simply shoves Felix back down when he tries to sit up or gain any kind of leverage. Just watching this, let alone fucking him through it is enough to even have Byleth on edge. Thank heavens for his incredibly good self-control.

"Come on, Good Boy. You can do it." His low, even voice coos, running his hands down those muscular thighs as he bucks into him relentlessly. "That's right. You're almost there."

Eventually, Byleth's soft encouragement becomes one steady mantra; Good Boy.

Nothing works - and of course it doesn't, that's the point. But when he hears Byleth's urging, it's a reminder of why he asked for this in the first place - to prove that he can do it. To prove that he's stronger than his urges. He grits his teeth and clenches both fists, closes his eyes and tries to lose himself completely in simple sensation, push himself into climax by letting himself just feel. He spends so much time trying not to that to be driven into a state where he can't do anything else is a kind of release on its own.

It's not much longer before every exhalation is a moan and his whole body shudders. Finally, with a particularly hard thrust from Byleth that hits exactly the right spot, he lets out a breathless, wordless cry and comes, back arching, fists pulling against the ropes as hard as he can and shaking with the intensity of it all.

When it's over, he collapses back to the mattress, boneless and panting hard, barely cognizant.

It doesn't take much for Byleth to follow, once he feels Felix tighten around him as he starts to climax. Bucking hard into Felix up to the hilt as he spills into the man. That mantra becomes a strangled sound as he finally loses his composure.

He leans down, resting his head against Felix's chest as he catches his breath.

"Mmh." There, the game is over, and he gingerly pulls out. He makes quick work of untying the ropes, rubbing his fingers over the red lines they leave behind. They'll vanish soon enough. The collar comes off as well, and Byeth sets it all aside so he can flop down next to the swordsman and pull him in close.

"Are you all right?" He knows Felix doesn't like being fussed over, but aftercare is part of the deal, and as much as Felix huffs and puffs, he's still just a man. "Want some water?"

Felix may be in a daze, but he's present enough to notice the pleasant weight of Byleth leaning on him, and then to notice what the professor starts to do. He pulls away from this attempt to release him as best he can, a feeble showing in his current state, but one he hopes will get the message across.

"Nn...don't, please, I want..." He can't even think about how humiliating this is to admit anymore. He just wants it. "I want to stay like this. For you. A little longer."

Sometimes, when they reach the end of a game like this, Felix wants out immediately. Other times, it's so difficult to give in that when he finally does, he doesn't want it to be over so soon. Maybe he'll want to go another round, or maybe he'll just want to be Byleth's good boy on a leash for a while and do whatever it is the professor wants. To prove he's earned that status, or just to stay in a place where he doesn't feel like he has to rail against anything as long as he can.

On instinct, he tries to move his hand up toward his hair; if Byleth accepts his request, he isn't able to, and makes a quiet, whining grunt of vague frustration.

"M'fine. Water's good. Take...take my hair down. Please?"

It's nice to see Felix let go. To be able to facilitate it for him, and have a moment where he can just be. Without all the stipulations of everything else weighing him down.

"Of course." Comes the soft answer, and Byleth strokes his cheek lovingly before reaching up to untie his hair for him, card his fingers through it to loosen all the strands before he scratches and massages his scalp for a minute. A kiss lands on his cheek and Byleth lays back down, reaching over to grab the glass of water on the nightstand for Felix.

"I'm yours as long as you like, of course." While the dominance is all play, this is Byleth's favorite time. To be able to have Felix accept some softness from him.

Everything is simpler when Felix can be with Byleth like this. His emotions are quieter. The professor knows him better than anyone else, sees him in a way most can't or won't, but doesn't shine a spotlight on all the things he sees. He just accepts them, without any expectation that Felix will change or fill someone else's shoes; without any preconceptions of what Felix used to be like or should be like, or how like his brother he is now. It's easy to be with Byleth, when he can let it happen.

He sighs softly when his hair comes loose and the professor's fingers run through it. The attention to his scalp feels so good that he can't help but lean into it without realizing it. Once Byleth's close enough again, Felix rolls toward him until he can kiss the man, slowly but fully.

Oh that is very nice. He loves it when Felix gets to the point where he can be openly affectionate. Which is why this part is always his favorite. One of the few reasons anyways. He gladly returns the kiss, melting into it with a soft, happy moan.

He keeps his hands working through Felix's hair lazily, pressing himself as close as Felix will let him. It's a lot of work to wring some genuine emotion from the man, but oh is it worth it.

Byleth is welcome to press as close as he likes. Felix closes his eyes and deepens the kiss, proud of having prompted his lover to make that pleased sound.

Eventually, though, he breaks it, pulling back a little and catching his breath. His eyes don't quite meet Byleth's, as they often don't when the two of them talk. "I want...to do something for you. Like this." His fingers strain upward to reach their tips to the collar to show what he means by 'like this' - willingly bound and leashed, ready to prove he's learned his lesson well and wants to be led. Wants to serve loyally.

He basks in the warmth and affection, enjoying the feeling of Felix's flushed skin on his own, listening to his heartbeat and breathing, being close enough to look at how pretty his eyelashes are and examine the stress lines on his face.

"For me?" He tilts his head. "What would you like to do, then?" The question is intent and earnest. It's rare that Felix has a request and so he's excited to be able to hopefully fulfill whatever it is he desires.

"No, that's not...mmm." He's explaining this poorly, he knows. Words aren't his strong suit to begin with, let alone in a post-coital, submissive haze. "Tell me what you want me to do. And then I'll do it."

In an attempt to show Byleth instead, he tries to reach for the leash, but it's too far from his hands. So he resorts to the only thing he can think to do: he nudges the leash toward Byleth's own hands with his nose.

"Ah- I see. Of course." He takes the leash in hand, and pauses to untie Felix's hands from the rope so he can have some motion back now that he's being quite docile.

"All right. Hmm. To start- I think I'd like to be kissed all over." Tame, but really that's Byleth's desires. Mostly, he's an affection sponge. "Do you think you can do that for me?"

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