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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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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."

Bucky blinks at that, he hadn't really thought about making Steve beg, really he had just wanted to make sure they are on the same page. But now the thought of unwrapping Steve so much that Bucky fucking him was all he could ask for was a very appealing one. Bucky mouth shifts into a smirk as he keeps the touches teasing and light just trying to relax Steve. "Not gonna make you do anything." He smiles a little, "Just keep breathing pal." He says as he slips a single finger in and works it in and out slowly.

Watching it makes Bucky's cock twitch and he has to bit his lip to hold back a groan. He can fill his arousal burning through him, but he wants to draw this out, wants to take his time with Steve.

Eventually, once he was more comfortable with what was expected of him in situations like this, he'd be more then happy to let Bucky toy with him until he couldn't think more then to get Bucky to fuck him senseless. This time, though, his nerves were a tight bundle of quivering goo and he was unprepared to let himself fall that far into his headspace.

Or into his headspace at all, really. Which was a little unfortunate since the first thing he did when that finger slid into him was to clench. He was tight, even when he started to relax, and there was a little hitch in his breathing with every slide inside.

"'S...not so bad. Can you kiss me while you do that?"

Steve is tight and when he clenches Bucky sucks in a breath and shudders a little, this could take awhile or this could be all they do. Honestly that thought doesn't bother him too much. He'd like to get there tonight but if they don't, it's just as fine because Steve, is Steve, and he would never hurt him.

Bucky smiles softly at Steve and nods rubbing his free hand across Steve's thigh as he works the finger slowly. He moves the free hand back to Steve's shoulder and leans over him kissing him deeply. "I will give you all the kiss you want Steve." He murmurs before kissing him again, holding him down by one shoulder, while the other hand works him open. He pulls me back a little again, "Gotta tell me when you are ready for another finger okay." He says lips brushing against Steve's

He arched up into that kiss, Bucky's finger inside him and the hand pressing solidly against his shoulder a sharp counterpoint to the softness of their lips. He distracted himself with kissing, letting his muscles relax around that finger...and when Bucky could move freely, he whined as he chewed his lower lip between his teeth.

"Buck... Okay. Okay, try another one." There was a touch of unsure in his voice...but he wanted this. He did. Even if his body didn't.

He hissed a little when that second finger breached him, his body giving a reflexive little spasm before he gulped in a breath of air and forced his muscles to relax around that intrusion.

"..James..!"

Bucky kisses Steve slow breath hitching as they kiss, he swallows a little as he works in another finger easing it into the tight heat, keeping his eyes on Steve as he does. He watches the blond beneath him, the sounds he's pulling from Steve touching a deep part of him.

The hand moves from Steve's shoulder, to brushing through Steve's hair trying to relax him. "You still okay?" He asks between soft and easy kisses groaning slightly at the sound of his name coming from Steve's lips in that tone.

He works to fingers in and out slowly, until they brush a little against that spot inside Steve, that Bucky was only vaguely aware of from solo time with himself.

The effect was immediate. The small blond jerked, a cry on his lips as he gripped Bucky's shoulders. The rather unpleasant sensation of being stretched was completely forgotten in favor of the jolt from that little bundle of nerves, and he panted harshly as he ground back against his friend's fingers.

"Oh...do that again, Buck." His voice was a little rougher. A little deeper. He was still tight, but he was mostly relaxed now, even rolling his hips back to try and get more of that sensation. "..more?"

Bucky swallows and nods brushes against the spot again, and keeps it up this time, building a slow rhythm with his fingers. His free hand shoving Steve back down to the mattress and holding him there. "Feels good doesn't it." Bucky says in a cracked voice his own hardness rubbing against Steve's thigh.

"Ah!" He cried out, knees coming up on either side of Bucky as he rocked back against those fingers. It was just bordering on the edge of being too tight and the mingled mauling of his prostate and the sharp almost pain was enough to make his squirm under the rough hand that held him so firmly in place.

"P-please...please, now..."

"Steve..." It's a moan, a protest, a plea all in one. He knows Steve isn't ready, but he can't deny him either. The way he's squirming under him the way he is breathing, the way he is moving under him. He works his fingers for a bit longer before pulling them out slowly.

"Here's how where going to do this." He says his breath ragged moving them on the bed his hold moving to Steve's hips as he maneuvers Steve over him. "You're gonna go slow, you're gonna take your time." He says firmly though his eyes give away how far gone he is.

He keeps a firm grip on Steve's hip letting out a moan while he uses the other to slick himself up. "You understand?"

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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?

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