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The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

BDSM isn't all about the sex. Sure, handcuffs, whips and chains, toys, power and control-play can be fun, but sometimes it's about the other stuff too. The little stuff. The ways you and your partner give yourselves to each other every day.

So this is a meme to play out safe, sane, consensual and maybe even non-sexual BDSM.

If you want more information, check out:

The Ten Golden Rules of BDSM Negotiation
Sexuality.Org's BDSM Index
The Keys to A Relationship
Extreme Restraints

Be warned: Threads and prompts below may contain triggers, and will contain sexual content.

THE EVERYDAY:
1. feeding: using him as a plate? having her kneel and accept hand-feeding? maybe someone's been very good and should have a tasty reward.
2. bathing: after all, you have to take care of your partner. it's nice to have someone to get lotion in those hard-to-reach places.
3. talking/therapy: how are you going to work out this relationship? what obstacles do you have to overcome?
4. massage: some intimate relaxation.
5. dates: it's good to go out every once in a while.
6. negotiation: to work out what kinks are and are not okay.
7. nonsexual bondage: gags, bridles, chastity belts. some people just like the security of bondage in everyday life.
8. humiliation/in public: take your pet out to show her off; bend him over a bench and spank him for bad behavior.
9. animal play: pony play, pet play.
10. punishment/discipline: someone's been bad. maybe it's time for a time-out. or maybe someone has to clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.
11. other

THE SEXUAL:
1. the light stuff: some handcuffs, some ropes. nothing too extreme. maybe one partner or the other is afraid; maybe it's just time to take a break from the trappings and have some love-making.
2. bondage: chains, or elaborately knotted ropes, or full-body bindings. maybe even suspension in midair.
3. caning/whipping/spanking: for punishment and for enjoyment of the pain.
4. shaving: you like them with smooth skin. no beards, no lovetrail, no hairy legs.
5. piercing/tattooing: a permanent mark of devotion.
6. sensory deprivation: gags, blindfolds, earplugs, to shut out the rest of the world.
7. as therapy: exploring a past trauma or fear.
8. first time: one partner or another is experiencing the kink lifestyle for the first time.
9. kink parties: for casual play. mind the rules; drugs and alcohol are rarely tolerated, and all play must be consensual. or else the host or hostess might get angry.
10. orgasm denial/forced orgasm: until they beg for it, or beg you to stop.
11. ageplay: perhaps someone wants to be treated like a child. maybe a little daddy or mommy kink to go along with it.
12. role-play: taking on roles. master-slave, teacher-student, dragon prince and slave-dancer -- your imagination's the limit.
13. genital torture: pain where you're the most sensitive.
14. electricity: to give things a spark.
15. medical fetish: sounding, stirrups, speculums -- oh, doctor.
16. fucking machines: it'll keep in the same rhythm, no matter how much you beg.
17. other

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Bucky's sitting on the couch of his and Steve's small apartment in Hell's Kitchen, winter was coming he could feel it. He'd hoped they would both be able to keep enough money coming in to turn on the heat every once in awhile. If not well they'd made due before. But he didn't think they could afford another trip to the doctor if Steve got sick again.

And Steve got sick a lot. Fortunately, this time it wasn't a thick cough or shivering fever. He was quiet as he came into the apartment. Deliberately so. Bucky was supposed to be at work, but there was always the chance that he wasn't, and Steve didn't want the other man to see his face before he'd gotten a chance to clean up the gash above his eye. And maybe put some ice on the spreading black and blue bruise that was creeping up the side of his face.

And maybe there would be some tape left in the medicine cabinet to tape up his knuckles...

Bucky had gotten off a little early, only home early by 30 minutes so Steve was cutting it close.

Bucky turns his head as he hears Steve come into the flat and sighs when he takes in the sight of his best friend. "Again Steve, really?" he says standing and moving over to Steve, ushering him into the bath room and sitting him down on the edge of the tub.

"What was it this time?"

Aww shucks.

He frowned when he heard the springs on the couch bounce under the larger man, the expression pulling on his lip where it had split open under the force of someone's fist. He licked it, irritated at the sharp ache, and wasn't all that surprised to taste blood. "It's nothing, Buck. Really, I'll be fine..." It was the same thing he said every time...and like every other time, he let himself be led back to the bathroom with little fuss.

Perching on the edge of the tub, he shook his head and licked at the wound again. "Some guy was giving a dame a hard time. Made her cry. I..I'm fine, really."

"You just had to defend her didn't you, couldn't let someone else step up?" He asks shaking his head pulling the first aid kit out and getting the peroxide out to clean up the wounds.

He runs the water in the sink letting it warm up before he soaks a washcloth and starts to wipe away the blood from Steve's face. "How's your head feel?" He asks when he goes to rinse the cloth and then puts some of the disinfectant on it and goes at the wounds again, cupping Steve's face in his free hand.

"No one else wa-Ah!" He winced, jerking away from the cloth. "That stings.." He didn't pull of Bucky's hand, though. Or even try to reach up and take the cloth from him. After a few seconds, he even steeled his nerves and moved back into position, the grim set of his mouth making it clear what he thought of it.

"Everyone was just walking by, Buck. I had to so something..." A deep breath, and he let it out slowly before looking up at the other man. "'S'fine. A little headache, but it's not that bad."

"Well yeah it stings, come on, we've done this before." He says making sure he got Steve's face clean, but he blows across the wounds softly to keep the sting down as he does. "Did you at lest get in some good punches?" He says pulling a bandaid out of the box and putting it along the gash to hold it closed.

Nothing he can really do for the split lip so he starts cleaning up Steve's knuckles and wrapping them. "After thing gonna get ya out of these bloody cloths." He says more to him self. "Gotta stop getting into these scuffles Steve, at lest until we get better jobs..."

"You should have seen the other guy." His smirk hurt, but he did it anyway. Truth be told, he had gotten a few good licks in, as proven by his skinned and bruised knuckles. He shifted, reaching up to touch the bandage on his forehead while Bucky wound the knuckles of his other hand.

"Oh..." He shifted, reaching into his pocket..and pulling out a few coins and a crumpled dollar bill. "Here." Of course, the extra money meant he'd done extra work, not exactly the best thing considering the time he normally spent in the hot, dusty factory was bad enough for his lungs...

"Steve, it's your extra money... keep it or you know maybe will go to a movie or something tomorrow with some of it and put the rest way. You should be working extra hours anyway." He chides lightly and puts the money back in Steve's pocket for now.

"Come on." He says pulling Steve to his feet and starts working the bloody shirt off of the smaller man. "Lets get you into something not covered with your blood. "Or is it the other guys?"

He rolled his eyes, but didn't complain when Bucky put the money back in his pocket. Chances are, he'd end up sneaking the money into the other man's wallet before the night was up, anyway. They needed food in their kitchen more then he needed to go to any movie.

He grunted a little when he was hauled to his feet, his breath hitching a little...but he ignored it in favor of pushing his suspenders off his narrow shoulders so that his shirt (which was really Bucky's, rolled up and tucked in) could come up over his head. "I think it's a mix of both..." He smirked a little as he bundled the shirt up, twisting to shove it under the faucet so the cold water could work the stain out before it set in.

That gets a slight laugh out of Bucky and he shakes his head a little, still standing behind Steve looking at both their reflections in the mirror. He takes Steve's face again and makes him look at his own reflection for a moment. "You gotta slow it down a little Steve, got it? At lest until you heal up. Hate seeing you like this." He says brushing his tumb lightly along Steve's bottom lip, barely touching it.

He went still when Bucky's hands came up around him, touching his face and making him turn to face his own battered reflection. He looked..well, truth be told, he looked like hell. Pale and thin, except where the edges of his battle wounds flared red.. He looked down, unwilling to look at himself. Unwilling to see himself so defeated.

There was another hitch in his breathing when Bucky's thumb traced his lip, and he touched it with his tongue when he licked his lips to moisten them again.

"Buck...I'm fine." His voice was soft, and it shook oh so subtly and only if one knew where to listen.

Bucky moves Steve so he's looking back in the mirror and smiles at him a little. "You didn't lose." He says he can read Steve like a book and he hates when Steve gets that look in his eyes. "You stood up for what's right, you're just gonna have to lay off that until your healed up... that and we need to restock the first aide kit... again."

He shudders slightly at the tongue brushing against his thumb and lets the fingers on the hand not holding Steve's face trace some of the bruises. "Gotta take care of yourself Steve, you're the only family I've got." He says softly.

As much as he didn't want to, his head moved easily under Bucky's hand and he stared at the mirror..but not at himself. No, instead he let his gaze meet Bucky's in the mirror and there was another of those funny little hitches. "I can't 'lay off' doing what's right, you know that. But...I guess we do need to restock the box..." It wasn't a 'yes'...but it wasn't a 'no', either.

Broad fingers traced the forming lines of bruises on his face and his eyes flicked down to watch, his lips parting just slightly as he oh so subtly leaned back until he was against Bucky's chest. "You're one to talk. You're all I've got left too, you know."

Bucky swallows a little as Steve leans back against him and wraps his arms around the smaller man hugging him close. "Guess we'll just have to keep taking care of each other then." He nods a mini war going on in his mind briefly he knows people think what he wants with Steve is wrong, but he can't bring himself to think that, there is nothing wrong with him, nothing wrong with who he loves... the world would catch up on day he hoped.

He hoped Steve felt the same way, because other wise things where going to go very wrong very quickly. But he takes in a breath speaks clearly and obviously letting his lips brush along Steve's neck. "Let's go to the bed room... supposed to be a cold snap tonight."

His stomach gave a little twist when those strong arms came around him, and he couldn't help but watch the mirror. He looked so small, being held like that. Like he was just this tiny, frail thing and Bucky was..protecting him. Enveloping him and shielding him from the world. Normally, that thought would have ended in a half hearted argument and an attempt to escape that hold...but not with Bucky.

Never with Bucky.

Lips brushing his neck made his breath hitch audibly this time, and he shivered in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that he was standing in their bathroom with no shirt. "I...yeah. Okay." Had he meant to say 'okay'? He didn't know, but the twisting in his stomach had gotten worse and he eyes couldn't leave where Bucky's arms wrapped around him in the mirror.

Bucky meets Steve's gaze in the mirror and his eyes move over their reflection, and he loves it, he loves the way the look together. Steve blue eyes blond hair pale skin, masculine in his own ways the cut of his jaw the angle of his hips, no soft curves all leith sharp angels, it's all right. Bucky likes the feeling of holding Steve close in his arms, and he takes a moment to memorize the sight in the mirror before them.

He reaches over and clicks out the bath room light and an arm still wrapped around Steve, his shirt still soaking in the sink he steers them toward the bedroom, they only had one, and they'd shared for a long time, but something already felt different about to night as he lead Steve through the chilled apartment into the bed room.

He'd hung one of the spare blankets in front of the window to when he got home to try and keep some heat in the room, and it kind of did it's job. They would have to get the thicker quilts out in the next day or two.

The sudden darkness made it all that much more intimate and Steve shivered again as he allowed himself to do something he'd never allowed himself to do before. He let himself be lead by the arms that were so strong around him. In his own mind, he cited the darkness, but Bucky would no doubt be able to feel the goosebumps that had broken out over his skin.

The trek from bathroom to bedroom was short, the street lights outside sending a glow into the room, around the edges of the blanket. It was just cold enough to see his breath if he took too deep of one, and they probably should have already pulled out the thicker blankets..but Steve wasn't really concerned about that at the moment.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was all too aware of the heavy anticipation in the air and he looked up at Bucky with wide blue eyes and an uncertain expression.

Bucky looks at Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, in nothing but his pants and licks his lips slowly and moves up to him into his personal space. It's a kiss, barely but it's there it's a brief brushing of lips, but even though it lasts just a moment a fraction of second, it's filled with feeling and caring.

But he saw the puff of breath, and his own breath is steaming, there is another brush of his lips against Steve's before he pulls back. "Alright?" It's not a question about the cold or the scraps across Steve's knuckles though it could be. But it's really not.

Bucky licks his lips again as he moves to the small closet in the room and he pulls out the heavey quilts and dumps them on the with out ceremony and moves to sit next to Steve on the bed looking him in the eyes as he moves in to kiss him again, lingering this time, picking up the coppery tang from the blonds split lip.

The first brush of their lips together makes his insides squirm. The second coaxed a startled little half gasp from him...and when Bucky pulled away, he found himself leaning forward to try and get that brief touch back. It surprised him, how much he liked that.

How much he really just didn't care what everyone else would think about it. He gripped the blankets under him in his fists to keep himself from reaching up to the other man as he looked up at him. "Y-yeah.. 'M'fine..."

The next kiss came when he was distracted by smoothing the extra blankets down over the bed, and he was loath to hear the soft, almost needy sound that came from his throat.

Bucky relaxes when Steve says he's fine and even more so when Steve returns the kiss, he pushes the smaller man back into the pile of blankets as he kisses him slowly, pushing it a bit deeper.

The sound Steve makes pushes and builds Bucky's confidence. He covers Steve with his body as they kiss hands coming to frame Steve's face minding the bruises, as they creep their way up into Steve's hair.

When he finally needs a breath he pulls back still pressing Steve into the mattress keeping his eyes locked on the man beneath him. "I've wanted to do that for awhile."

This was a bad idea. Gay men didn't last long in places like New York, and Steve knew that. He knew that the thrill he felt in his stomach every time he saw Bucky shirtless made him different. Knew that every time he woke up sticky with only the memory of a dream made him even more of a freak then he already was. He'd known that.

But he hadn't known that Bucky had felt the same way.

He fell back against their bed, squirming a little when that larger body followed him down. Covered him. Claimed him. He couldn't move but for the barest of twitches under Bucky's bulk...and the sensation made his toes curl as they kissed.

Or rather..as Bucky kissed him. Because, no matter if he kissed back or not, that was what was happening.

When Bucky pulled back, Steve was flushed, blue eyes darkened a little as he reached up with trembling fingers to grip the other man's shirt. "What's it say about me that I've wanted you to do it for a while, too...

Geeze. I sound like a dame.."

Bucky laughs softly smiling at Steve and giving a soft roll of his hips. "You don't sound like a dame, you don't even look like one." He says shaking his head, "Dame's not gonna sit on the roof and drink beers with me, dame's not going to go to the game with me and eat Dodger dogs." He says giving Steve a kiss between each point. "You don't look or sound anything like a dame, and I doubt some girl is going to get into as many brawls as you do." He says shaking his head with fondness.

The worries about being a fairy are far from Bucky's mind right now, because they are in their apartment, they are in their room, and what goes on here is nobody else's business. He knew things would have to be different out on the street and at work. But here he didn't want to have to worry about these things. It had always been him and Steve, and he'd hope it always would be.

He leans his forehead against Steve's and smiles a little more. "Anyway pal, you don't have any of the right parts to be a dame." He chuckles kissing Steve again.

By the time Bucky was finished telling him all about why he wasn't a dame, Steve was half hard and he was trying very hard to not press that absolute proof that he wasn't a dame against Bucky's belly as they kissed. It was harder then it seemed, though, and he shivered every time he was pressed a little too tightly against the larger man.

Apparently, he rather enjoyed those occasional tight grips or hard presses, where as most gals would be complaining that Bucky was heavy. Which...he was. The difference being that Steve liked that solid weight pressing him down.

At that last comment, though, he frowned a little, looking a tad bit confused as he looked up at the other man. "Yeah, I don't. So..." He blushed, looking away and dropping the question. Being queer didn't come with a handbook...but he wasn't about to ask the other man how two men had sex.

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XD I was actually just getting ready to post this to your thread. This works.

:D Hah awesome this is perfect.

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Sorry don't know why it went suddenly anon

No worries ^_^

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I play him as Winter Solider as well if you would be interested in doing a re union at some point :D

I would! Except, I know -nothing- about Winter Soldier. /Shot. Also, I may need to pass out, soon.