bakerstreet | like it's hard?

like it's hard?

guess my kink.

don't look now, but somebody slapped a button on you that reads "GUESS MY KINK." good thing Bakerstreet never backs down from any clashes of wits...and a chance to humiliate and be horny at the same time.

how do you do?
- comment with your info + prefs.
- replies will try to "match the kink to the face;" aka, they'll try and guess your character's kink/fetish.
- absolute madness reigns from here on out.
- this meme cannot be held liable for any fuckery, of the highest degree or otherwise.

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It's not like he wants them back tonight.

[He figures it's best to see how this goes and then decide if they even want more time.]

Good, or he'd have to come pry them off himself.

[because as eager as she is... it's also not something she wants to be under some pressure to rush through.

she tosses one of the boots at him.]

[He dodges easily, but still gives her a look.]

You're such a brat.

[Toeing off his shoes, he sits beside her on the bed but gives her enough space.]

You'll have to let me know when you want them.

I've been called worse. [she closes that distance to lightly bump shoulders, or as close as she can manage since she is quite a bit shorter. especially without the extra couple inches the boots give her.]

Guess it'll have to be when everything else comes off. Or, you know, it'd make it some Houdini trick.

[after the boots, she fiddles with the various straps up her sleeves, loosening the gauntlets, unclipping the portion around her wrists so she can pull her gloves off, one finger at a time, to reveal surprisingly neatly manicured nails, painted black.

having her hands free is nice, but they're always one of the most essential parts of her suit to ensure that she can keep a steady grip on things. she wiggles her hands, fingers blurring with the motion. at least it's less of an erratic glitching she used to experience. at least it no longer hurts quite the same.]

Nothing will be more accurate.

[He's nervous about this, but it's not as awkward as he was dreading. They have a good rapport. He actually likes her a lot. It's how she views him that he's not sure about.]

You okay?

[it's tempting to snap back with some remark, like she always does. to deflect. but. no, it's a genuine question and she's trying her best to let her guard down. emotionally and... physically.]

Just a bit nervous, yeah. [she places bare fingertips gently to the side of his face, lightly brushing them back and forth over the stubble of his beard in appreciation for being able to feel at all.] Was wondering what that felt like.

It's okay to be nervous.

[Her touch is light, but electric. He stays as still as he can, not wanting her to draw away too quickly. He won't mention Olivia hated his beard.]

Prickly, right? It's an acquired taste.

[a nod, both of them use a lot of overconfidence to hide behind. right now doesn't feel the time for that.]

No, I like it. It's... [she leans in, eyelashes fluttering, thumb stroking closer to the corner of his mouth as she parts her own.]

[They're all overconfident, but probably he is more than most. You have to be to try to take over the legacy of Captain America.

He's well aware of what she's doing, whether she knows it or not, and closes the distance to press his lips gently against hers. Nothing too scary.]

[not too scary at all, despite the prickly sensation of beard as she presses her mouth hungrily into his. her eyes do flutter shut, and she shifts even closer, one hand still steady on the side of his face as she starts working at the latches of her belt. it's complicated, but luckily so routine now that she can do it one-handed with the distraction.]

[She tastes and smells amazing. He's not sure how that works, but he likes it. A hand rests on her thigh as he shuffles closer, the kiss deepening.]

[it's funny how for so long she thought the inexperience would be such an obstacle, an impossible skill gap to overcome. but it turns out kissing really doesn't seem that complicated at all. just all the feelings involving it. moving her mouth against his comes so naturally, teeth grazing lightly over his bottom lip.

slowly different bits and pieces of her suit loosen as she methodically works her way up one side of her body and down the other. the various straps up her arm, the sides of her chest plate. the harness slung diagonally across her shoulder falling off to the side as it gets unclipped.]

[Feelings are the worst of everything, though he's not worrying about that right now. It occurs to him that she's undressing and he should probably be paying attention to that. His hand moves up her thigh to her side and he pulls back just barely.]

You sure you're ready for this?

What, you think you're more than I can handle? [but yes, there is a waver of nerves still in her tone, pausing her fidgeting with a buckle. yes, part of it was to expedite the process, the rest of it to keep her hand busy.]

Look, I... [a hush:] trust you.

No, it's just that I'll understand if you don't want to go through with this.

[His body might not understand, but he can deal with that.]

Good. I'm glad you do. But we're not doing anything you're not comfortable with, okay?

No, I do. God, I've thought about it enough. I just never thought, with- [the limitations of her body, that being intimate was ever really in the cards for her. and she had convinced herself that was fine, because she didn't want to deal with anyone touching her anyway. but.]

I'll let you know if I don't like anything, okay?

Okay. We'll take it slow.

[But then he's kissing her again, tugging her in against him.]

[she allows herself to be pulled in, rather than putting up that usual edge of resistance against things that she wants. pressing up against him, undressing herself is forgotten for the moment. he is so very distracting, and now she's playing with the straps and buckles on his uniform instead. a bit more fumbling, since she's less familiar with them.

honestly, with all the layers between them, this constitutes as slow...]

[It was a really stupid idea to wear his suit. He should be in something more casual, easier to remove. Then again, he didn't realize this was going to happen so fast. not that he minds.

He starts to help her with his buckles and belt and at least manages to get the upper part of the costume off. Progress!]

Well. We're definitely working for it.

[she'd complain about it more if she didn't find him absolutely devastatingly handsome in that suit despite how much she thought it made him look like some patriotic ass when they first met. the cut of it emphasizing his broad shoulders, the stripes of red across his chest... yet she appreciates the removal of it even more. her eyes roam his bare chest, and then her fingers reach out too, hesitantly at first to make sure it's okay to touch.

and she leans in to place light fluttery kisses along his jaw, still very much enjoying the prickly sensation of his beard against her face.]

Feels well worth it, though. Here. Help with mine. It comes apart at the sides. [which she has already loosened, and she reaches up to unclip the attachment of her hood so she doesn't strangle herself in the process of wrangling it all off. the chest plate is hard and bulky shell separate from her sleeves and skirted tunic, and sorry Walker but she is indeed wearing even more underneath.]

[She can touch all she likes, he's not going to stop her. His breath hitches when she kisses his jawline, his eyes closing briefly. Somehow, it doesn't feel as strange as he thought it might with someone new.]

You wear too much. Way too much.

[But she's right; it'll be worth it. He does as asked and helps remove her chest plate, setting what he can to the side.]

What next?

Have to. Better it's sturdy and keeps me safe and all in one piece, hm? [though it's not nearly as defensive the first time they commented upon her suit being such an inconvenience, tone soft and flirty as she traces a finger along his chest muscles with a quirk of her mouth.]

This whole top layer... [that she starts wriggling out of, lifting her arms if he wants to help pull it off. the sleeves take some tugging, but slide right off too with some maneuvering.

all the pieces are indeed quite stiff, with complex tech running through them. and then she's just wearing a very thin grey undershirt beneath, with a built in bra, one of those athletic compression sort of fabrics to help absorb sweat and keep her cooler and reduce the chafing.

she feels so fragile like this, stripped out of her shell. tries not to look so uncertain, assessing his gaze.]

Safe and in one piece is for the best, yeah. [He watches her face as she touches him, how her mouth quirks, and he licks his own lips wanting to taste her again.

But there’s more important matters. She wants her top off and damned if he isn’t going to do his best to help her. It takes the two of them but the suit is half conquered. He sits back and just stares at her.]

You have to know how beautiful you are.

... It's always been difficult, feeling that way. [but she's not outright disagreeing, doesn't want to make this some awkward back and forth where she's rejecting his compliment because her own confidence is very shaky in this area. it's quite unknown territory, anyone viewing her with want.] Haven't always had the best relationship with my body, you know.

[a small nervous inhale, as she reaches for his wrist, wrapping fingers delicately around it, guiding his hand toward her chest in permission for him to touch back.] But I want to. Feel beautiful. Want to feel you.

I guess you wouldn't.

[He doesn't need to be asked twice. He places his hand at her waist, then slowly draws it up her side. His thumb brushes over her clothed breast, stroking gently at the outer edge. He's waiting for her reaction before he does more.]

Tell me what you want.

like it's hard?

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