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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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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?"

Felix sighs quietly as he stretches out his arms. The red marks around his wrists will be a reminder, later, that they did this; that he was able to hand control over to Byleth, serve well and let himself feel things, and be rewarded for it.

For now, he nods. "That's easy." He ducks his head to press his lips to the professor's neck and trails kisses along his jawline up to his ear.

Byleth smiles at the declaration of ease. Yes, perhaps it is, but it doesn't make it any less good. A hand comes up to rest at the back of his head, tangle in that dark hair. He keeps one hand on the leash, but it's loose for now, enjoying those lips against his jaw as he tilts his head.

When he does reach Byleth's ear, he earns a soft gasp for his efforts, a sensitive spot, as his hand fists in Felix's hair for a moment.

Felix hums quietly against Byleth's skin at that reaction, pleased. He keeps going, kissing a new trail down from the spot just behind the professor's ear to his shoulder, then further across his collarbone and down his chest. He takes a moment to linger here, taking a nipple between his lips and sucking gently.

Well, that's actually a bit of a surprise, and he sucks in a sharp breath when that mouth closes over his nipple. One hand moving to rest on the back of his head as he arches up into it.

"Mmmh. Fuck, Felix." A sharper tug at that leash. "Ride me."

Felix smiles around the soft flesh in his mouth. More reactions that tell him he's doing a good job. That Byleth wants what he can give.

He grunts in surprise when the leash jerks him back, but he doesn't fight it. "Yes, Professor." He shifts, crawling further up Byleth's body until he can kneel above the man's hips. He takes that cock into his hand and strokes a few times, squeezing just so until it hardens enough. Then, still slick and loose from earlier, he holds it steady with one hand and lowers himself onto it slowly.

Felix seems to not know exactly how sexy he is, which is hilarious because honestly he's drop dead gorgeous.

Felix earns a deep moan when he finally starts to sink down on him, and Byleth pulls the leash taught. His spare hand squeezing those narrow hips, exploring the soft shape as he rolls his hips just slightly.

"That's my good boy." It's said with so much fondness but slicked in a heavy layer of pleasure as Byleth enjoys that tight heat around him.

Felix indeed does not know just how sexy Byleth finds him, mostly because he's never in his life gone out of his way to try to be sexy. Not yet, anyway. It's not impossible that he might someday, though...

The way Byleth moans and pushes a little further in, the thick desire in his voice, the way he pulls on the leash as if to say you're mine or you're not going anywhere because I want you right here - it all makes Felix flushed with arousal, on top of the heady feeling of Byleth slowly filling him again. The muscles in his thighs flex as he lowers himself little by little; his head tips forward as he tries to steady his heavy breathing, the tangled curtain of his dark hair falling over his face. He presses both hands against the professor's chest to help keep his balance.

He could watch him like this forever. Felix is every definition of beauty, and having him wrapped around his length like this is even better. He can see him clearly like this, watch every subtle expression on his face. He bounces his hips a little, urging him to move.

"Ride." He fully intends to watch Felix fuck himself on his cock. "Use me like a toy. Come whenever you feel like it, but you're not done until I am."

As soon as Byleth is fully sheathed, he gives his orders, and Felix starts moving immediately. He doesn't bother starting small; he lifts himself almost all the way off before he plunges back down as hard as he can, grunting as the impact makes his body jerk in a way that strains against the leash, and he pants for breath. He likes it. Likes the reminder that he's in Byleth's hands and even reaching his own climax won't be enough to end this. He'll overstimulate himself, if that's what it takes to please his professor.

It takes a few tries before he finds the right angle for Byleth's cock to hit the right spot as he comes down. When he does, he cries out, thighs trembling, and pauses there to let the intensity of it subside a little - or at least, he tries. The one holding the reins may not let him pause - this is all for him, after all.

Well, Felix never really half-asses anything, which apparently includes this. Byleth isn't actually expecting him to do that but he's not complaining. He groans, biting his lip as his hips rise unbidden to push just a little further into that heat. It's hearing Felix's cry that really drives him to pull harder on that leash. The look in his eyes is clear.

Keep doing just that. It's less about getting off physically for Byleth, and more about enjoying the pleasure that he can give him, hearing him moan and cry and seeing him shake with it.

"No slowing." He huffs out, rubbing Felix's thigh.

Felix's hands clutch at the sheets where he holds himself up and a soft, brief moan escapes him as Byleth yanks on the leash, forcing him to lean further forward, head bowed and hair spilling over the professor's chest. He could lean further still, lower himself more to give the leash some slack, but he doesn't. He likes it like this: taut, strained, restrictive. A reminder that Byleth won. He earned his control, and thus there's no shame in allowing him to exert it.

"Yes, Professor," he breathes, lifting himself up immediately only to plunge back down hard at the same angle, and again, and again, and he cries out every time until every breath he takes becomes a moan or a whimper. The trembling in his legs becomes a constant, too, and each time he raises his hips, he fights to control his descent.

He lets his focus narrow to only this: the single-minded effort to keep moving, keep the rhythm up, no slowing, in the face of pounding Byleth's cock into his sweet spot over and over. He's fully hard again by now, but with the tension in the leash and the shuddering in his thighs, he can't spare a hand to stroke himself.

Felix is beautiful. He's not going to voice it, but watching every muscle in his body work for this. Hearing him moan and whimper only adds to the wonderful show he's getting. He keeps himself distracted enough to stop himself coming too soon. He wants to Watch Felix ruin himself.

"That's it." He tips the man's chin up to see his flushed face. "Faster, Felix."

The order is given and he gives the man a few sharp thrusts to help him find a better, faster pace.

Felix makes a vague noise of protest when Byleth lifts his chin, but he doesn't otherwise resist. His eyes are closed, his face an expressive mix of intense pleasure and the kind of determined focus Byleth has seen a hundred times on that face on the battlefield.

Faster, the professor commands, and shows Felix exactly what he means by it as he thrusts up into him almost faster than he can keep up with. "Oh Goddess, fuck, haaaa..."

But he refuses to fail. He matches the new pace and loses himself to the relentless pounding, his mind empty of anything that isn't pushing himself to chase relief or the unyielding restraint of the leash in Byleth's hand. And finally, he spasms around the professor's cock, shuddering hard with a strangled, wordless cry as he comes untouched for the second time.

And he knows, he knows that he's not supposed to stop until Byleth has finished, too. But he can't help it - his body just stops there for a moment without a single thought, Byleth's length buried deep inside him.

He almost loses it, watching Felix, and hearing him let go. He bites back his own in favor of delivering on that promise of making the man overstimulate himself. He snaps the leash as soon as he feels him stop moving.

"What did I say?" He bucks up into him much harder as punishment. "Don't stop moving."

He bounces Felix harshly until he can be bothered to move on his own again.

"A-ah!--nnnnngh..." It sounds like a half-growl, half-whine, as the professor slams up into him repeatedly until he can catch up again and somehow maintain the same grueling pace. "Y-yes, ha, yes, Profhh, professor..." Byleth's cock finds his sweet spot on almost every thrust, making Felix shudder and squirm and strain against the leash every time he comes down - and on every thrust, the little bell jingles.

But he grits his teeth and finds the rhythm again, despite the ache in his thighs and the overwhelming, raw sensations flooding him from the inside. He whimpers and gasps, his eyes water, but he's determined to please Byleth and do as he's told. To prove that he can, no matter what his lover wants of him.

He's have waited longer in fact, but the combination of the look on Felix's face, the sounds he's making, and the way he says professor (he's going to have to unpack that one later) are his undoing. His hips stutter up into Felix and he gasps as he comes, pressing deep as he can to fill the man up.

He finally relaxes once he's rode out the last tremors of orgasm, rubbing Felix's thighs as the leash goes slack.

"Well done." He praises, a hand wandering up that slender body, appreciating all the angles and curves to be had, before he sits up and unclips the leash. "Feeling okay?"

Felix can finally stop moving as Byleth reaches his climax, but he still has to stay as upright as the leash will allow until the man finishes completely. His arms tremble slightly from the effort of holding him up. At last, the professor and the leash both relent, and Felix sways in place a little while a warm hand moves over his body.

Worth it to hear Byleth tell him well done, though. His lips turn up at the corners in a self-satisfied little smile even as he's panting hard to catch his breath. "M'fine. I did it. I succeeded."

Now that his lover is sitting up, Felix lets himself half-collapse against him, resting his head on the man's shoulder. His long hair sticks to the back of his neck with sweat and he feels boneless, but he passed the test, and that's what matters.

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