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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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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.

[[ ooc: Yeah it's after midnight, I have a couple more tags in me I think. ]]

Bucky smiles against Steve's lips as they kiss and he is more then half hard himself as he rolls his hips slight against Steve's as his arousal grows. He runs his hands along Steves sides and down along his clothed hips.

He hadn't told Steve about the one time he'd gone out with a guy a secret thing in one of those secret bars. But he didn't have the same feeling for the guy as he did for Steve... . Maybe he wasn't so much queer as he was Steve Sexual, but then that might be just his way of dealing with it.

When Steve looks away Bucky frowns a little and his hands move from their grip at Steve's sides, to brushing through the other man's hair. "What's on your mind Steve-o?"

For a moment, he's distracted from his thoughts by Bucky rocking their hips together, that tale telling bulge in his friend's pants making the smaller man blush. Unlike Buck, this was all new to him. The touching, the kissing, the...everything.

It was good.

But he was also a little off balance if for the simple fact that he didn't know what he was doing. He'd always been a quick learner, though, and kissing was something he was coming to have quite a bit of practice with.

So, instead of answering that question, he leaned up and, bracing himself with his palms pressed flat against the bed, pressed a kiss that was more an invitation then anything against the other man's lips. And if he parted his lips a little to give Buck the option of something deeper...well, he'd think about that. Later.

Bucky is lost in the moment for a bit as well and despite the cold he is starting to feel a little over dressed compared to Steve.

When Steve leans up and kisses him again slightly parting his lips it pulls a groan from Bucky. He pushes the kiss deeper swiping his tongue across Steve's lips, getting the tange of copper from the split lip. He pushes Steve back down into the mattress slowly by his shoulders leaving his hands there.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he starts to wonder about why they waited so long, why people think what they are doing is wrong. When the need to take a breath comes over his he barely pulls back moving his lips to Steve's neck.

He groaned against that kiss, surprisingly pliant under Bucky's mouth. There was a fluttering in his stomach, a tightening in his guts as he was pushed back against that bed, and while he struggled just once against those strong hands, he moaned when it got him no where.

He liked being held down, then.

He was panting for breath when Bucky shifted from his lips to his throat, the cold night air making his chest tighten. He ignored it, though, letting his head fall back to give Bucky all the room on his throat that he could want...and thin, artist fingers came up to start unfastening the buttons of Buck's shirt, one by one.

When those fingers start to work open his shirt he smirks against the skin of Steve's neck. He pulls back and gives Steve more room to work his shirt off.

"You still good?" He asks, obviously not about what they are doing as his hands move to work Steve's pants off, it's more about the way Steve is breathing. He starts sliding Steve's pants down the blonds leith body shuddering a little in anticipation. As his lips find their way back to Steve's neck and jaw.

He started to nod, more then willing to play the tightness of his chest off as just simple excitement...but when he took a breath to try and get the words out, he had to quickly turn away and smother his sudden coughing fit into the quilts. When it subsided, he sent a sheepish look in Bucky's direction before he kicked off the slacks that were still hanging on his ankles.

"A little cold.." His voice was rough and the blush that spread over his cheeks crept all the way down to his collarbones when he shifted and realized that he was naked under his best friend, his underwear having been kicked off with his pants.

For a moment, he kinda just wanted to roll over and will the bed to swallow him...but Bucky had seen him naked before. He'd known how scrawny and sickly he was before they had started this. So, in the end, he just reached up and shoved at his friend's shirt until Bucky either stopped him or helped him to remove it.

Bucky frowns a little at the coughing fit and when it subsides he rubs a hand across Steve's chest as he shrugs out of his shirt and pulls off the rest of his cloths.

His hands go back to rubbing over Steve's arms and chest eyes memorizing Steve's body smiling as a finger traces around one of Steve's nipples. "Wouldn't want you to get sick." He says seriously and starts moving Steve on the bed and pulling the covers over and around them.

He moves over Steve again pressing against Steve again and moving along Steve's arms and moving them above his head and pressing him back into the mattress kissing him again.

Something in him clicks, he likes holding Steve down, he likes moving him around, he likes the filling of taking from, and giving to Steve.

He lets go of Steve's wrists and his mouth trails from Steve's to his neck and this to his neck moving down to the collar bone and nipping the skin there. Holding Steve Down by the shoulders now.

If anyone else had tried to manhandle him like that, Steve probably would have decked them. Given one warning and that would be it before his fist would connect with their jaw. He was a little guy, that much he couldn't deny, but that didn't mean he could be bent and positioned like he was some kind of living doll.

Except, apparently, when his best friend did it.

By the time Bucky had him under the blankets, he was panting again. Strong hands lifted his arms up over his hand, his scrawny wrists gathered into one of them..and when Bucky pressed down against him, pinning him, he gave a shaky gasp as the action went straight to his groin. He was hard now, without a single touch to his cock, and he gave a jerk the first time teeth scored his skin before he just seemed to melt back against the bed.

Buck's hands moved from his arms to his shoulders and he took the opportunity to bring his arms down so he could thread his fingers through Bucky's hair.

Bucky lets out a groan when Steve gets his fingers in his hair, god he normally hates that hates the feeling of a guiding hand on his head or feminine fingers threading through his locks to afraid to ask for what they want.

But it's different with Steve, he's wanted Steve's hands on him for awhile now longer then he'd ever admit outside their apartment.

Bucky moves lower down to Steve's chest hands sliding down from Steve's shoulders making a slow path down his chest to get a firm grip on the blonds hips.

The heat building in both passion and in genreal in their cocoon of blankets it's safe and warm. Here they aren't poor and barely scraping by, here they are just Steve and Bucky, safe and warm no hateful world outside.

He presses a his lips to Steve's thigh, pressing kisses there and to low on Steve's stomach keeping the grip on Steve's lips. God he's hard, god he wants Steve, but he's going to wait, wait until Steve ask for it.

Well, unlike most dames who Bucky fooled around with, Steve wasn't trying to guide him anywhere. He wasn't even trying to hold him. He was just running his fingers through thick brown hair until it was out of his comfortable reach for now. Only then did he switch from his friend's hair to the sheets under him, twisting them up into his fingers to give himself something to anchor with.

Though...that was soon taken care of when Bucky's hands pressed into his hips, his grip strong and sure and perfect and Steve was unashamed of the whimper that formed in his throat.

He felt so safe, held down under his friend. Protected. Like nothing mattered but them, this bed, and the way Bucky's lips felt on his skin.

The whimper escaped and he twisted the sheets.

"Please..." What was he asking for? He didn't have a clue, but he wanted it. All of it. All of Bucky.

Bucky sighs and keeps his hold on Steve's hips as he mouths at Steve's navel and moves lower resting his head on Steve's hip and looking up at him Through the darkness.

"Tell me what you want Steve..." He says voice a low rumble breath coming in hot puffs against Steve's skin. His hands move a little pushing Steve's legs further apart pressing a kiss to the inside of one thigh, mouth close to Steve's cock.

His whine was more out of frustration this time, but that didn't stop him from rolling his hips up against where Bucky's hands held him down. He didn't move and inch and his stomach gave a weak little flutter as he looked down the line of his own body to watch Bucky spread his legs.

"I don't..I don't know, Buck..." He squirmed, blush creeping down his throat as he licked at his lips. "You. I want you. Anything...just you."

Bucky nods and takes in a breath there was no going back from this but he didn't care he wanted this with Steve, he wanted all of Steve.

Moves in kisses from Steve's hips to the base of his cock and licks it from root to tip a soft groan coming from him. He holds Steve's hips down a little more firmly as he takes the head of Steve's cock into his mouth and sucks at it keeping his eyes locked on Steve.

He's only there sucking for a moment before he pulls off with a lude wet pop, and crawls back up Steve's body, and out of the blankets for a moment.

He grabs the aloe, the stuff they had gotten when Bucky had gotten himself a sun burn that summer at Coney Island, at the time Steve had called it payback for the Cyclone.

He returns with the small jar and works his way back down Steve's body, setting the jar aside and his hand go back to holding Steve's hips down as he takes his best friend back into his mouth.

The first touch of Bucky's lips to the head of his cock made him jerk, a throaty moan falling from his lips. It was a good thing that his friend was pinning him down, too. Otherwise, that jerk would have probably been upwards and Steve would have felt just awful if the night had ended with Bucky choking. Not that he was thinking about that at the moment.

Not that he was thinking much of anything other then 'ohGodohGodohGodoh!'. And even then, he only managed that particular thought when Bucky pulled away. He lay there, panting like a freight train and following that strong, naked body with his eyes...and when Bucky came back, Steve sat up and pulled him up for a short lived kiss before letting the man push him back down against the bed.

Bucky's name was on his lips when he felt himself get taken back into the confines of his friend's mouth. He arched up, hips pinned but the rest of him free to move, the line of his stomach and ribs in sharp relief. "Buck-! James...Stop. Please...please. I don't want to...I don't want this to be over so fast..."

He hadn't even noticed the jar, to be honest.

Bucky keeps his grip on Steve's hips and looks up at him and pulls off with a wet pop, lips red and swollen from the kissing and the other thing.

His pupils are blown with lust and his breath is ragged but he nods he wants to draw this out. It's not like some one off, this is, this is everything. "Steve, I want to... do you want too?" He can't say the words but he knows Steve will get his meaning.

He places one hand on Steve's abdomen and holds him there while the other hand reaches for the jar of aloe fumbling to get it open with one hand. "Still good?"

Bucky was giving him far too much credit. Not only had Steve never even fooled around with a dame, let along a guy, he'd just had all his thought processes sucked out by his best friend. He was doing really good to be able to understand the questions Bucky was asking him.

Boneless on the bed, he sucked in deep lungfuls of air, the crispness for once not bothering him. He was overheated, a fine sheen of sweat on his skin between the body pressing him to the bed and the heavy quilts trapping in their heat. He wasn't even thinking about moving, though.

"Yes. I want to. I'm still...still good." He still didn't know what he was agreeing to..but then he finally glanced over to see what Bucky was reaching for. The aloe made him start to think, though...and from there, it wasn't that hard to piece together.

He shivered despite the heat, reaching down to try and pull the larger man up for a deep, needy kiss.

Bucky leans into the kiss forgetting the jar for now kissing Steve soundly pushing his back down on to the bed.

When he pulls back he's breathless and grinning at Steve holding him down by the shoulders again. "You keep pulling me up here, we're never gonna get to the other stuff." Bucky laughs warmly. Kissing Steve again bitting at the blonds lip a little bit before pressing his tongue back into Steve's mouth.

The good stuff. His heart hammered in his chest, nerves tingling at the thought of what could be about to happen....and while there was a sharp, bitter taste of fear at the back of his tongue, he was grinning. He could feel Bucky against his thigh, feel how hard he was and big he was...and while the idea of that going anywhere near his body was terrifying, it was also exciting.

The teeth in his lower lip broke his line of thought and he jerked against the hands holding him, gasping into the kiss...and groaning around Bucky's tongue.

"Buck...please...James"

Bucky pulls back with a gasp and shudder rolling his hips against Steve's thigh for a moment breath hitching, a flush across his cheeks. He sits back a little on the bed pushing Steve's legs apart the quilts falling back a little as he does.

His hands leave Steve for a moment to open the jar and slick two of his fingers with the aloe the fingers slip between Steve's legs and brush lightly against the tight ring of muscle, in slow circles. The free hand holding one of Steve's legs down to the bed. "Please what Steve?" He asks his voice ragged with lust.

He shivered, a combination of the sudden chill of the quilts being pushed away and the fact that his plea had apparently been heard. He shifted a little, taking a careful breath as he situated himself a bit better against Bucky's pillow...

And he gave a little jump when his friend's fingers touched him there. The aloe was cold and no one had ever touched him there and his stomach gave a frantic little flutter as he tried to remind himself that Bucky apparently knew what he was doing.

"Don't make me beg, Buck...please."

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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.

I have his app posted with the Winter Solider history in his journal. If you want to read it.

I will read it! Also, sorry. Apparently, I didn't have a few more tags in me. XD

So okay I passed out too, I didn't have anymore in me >< Yay it's a good but depressing comic arch.

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Finally! Holy crap, brain. Way to stall.

and new kink found... Bucky's brain stuttered at the James.

XD Mission accomplished?