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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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"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?"

He was as ready as he was going to get, he knew that better then anyone else would. He wasn't the type to just lay back and relax...and there was nothing Bucky could do short of just ignoring him and fingering him until he came to change the tension thrumming through his body.

Bucky rolled them and Steve clung a bit tighter then he normally would have, his mind a little too preoccupied by what his best friend had been doing with his fingers to really be able to focus on the fact that they weren't about to roll right off the edge of the not too terribly large bed. Once they were settled, though, and Bucky was murmuring instructions, Steve found himself nodded against the man's collarbone. "Yes. Oh, Buck..."

The words 'I understand' never crossed his lips, though, so he didn't feel too terribly bad about sitting up and reaching back, holding Bucky's cock steady as he arranged himself over it. He gasped when he felt that thick head pressing against him...but that didn't stop him from pressing back, forcing a high, complicated sound out of his own throat as he impaled himself inch but inch.

Bucky groans when Steve takes him in hand and again when Steve starts to sink down on him, god Steve is tight. Too tight for it to feel good for him he thinks.

A hand moves slapping against Steve's flank and hold him tight, keeping him from going down any further and the other fists into Steve's hair. Bucky groans barely rolling his hips. Just enough to get some friction, keeping the moves shallow almost teasing.

But Steve's to tight for it to be teasing. "Fuck Steve..." Bucky breaths out slowly stilling his hips and keeping a firm grip on Steve to keep him from moving.

He froze, stretched tight between the hand on his thigh and the hand in his hair and while he held himself so very still everywhere else, his toes and fingers flexed and curled like there was too much assaulting his nerve endings all at once for him to be able to hold still. A whimper that he would later deny passed his lips and his voice was a quiet, strained sound.

"James...please....it hurts." And yet, he didn't say the word like it was a bad thing. In fact, he shuddered against it, rocking back just as Bucky rocked up and the sound he made when he was impaled just a bit deeper was akin to the sound he made after getting punched in the gut one too many times... "..please..."

Bucky's breath hitches as he watches Steve, the whimper unraveling something in him, he pulls Steve down a little but keeps the grip he has so Steve can't really move much.

"Don't want to hurt you Steve, wanna take care of you..." He's tempted to stop but the pleas falling from Steve's lips make him start to roll his hips a little more. "I'll let you go... but you have to take it easy if you don't." His grip tightens briefly and he gives a small tug to Steve's hair, that screams he'll end it.

He went easily, pliant in Bucky's hands even if he was strained. He was shaking his head as much as those fingers in his hair would allow him, licking his lips and taking a few good, deep breaths so he didn't sound quite so frantic. "No... It's a good hurt, Buck. I promise, I won't let you really hurt me."

Because, contrary to popular belief, he didn't like getting punched. Or split open, in this case.

He shifted against the hands that held him, groaning low in his throat as he made himself sink down slowly until his body just wouldn't accept any more and he was a trembling mess under those strong hands.

Bucky groans and his hands move back to Steve's hips, pushing him up and bulling him back down. "Fuck Steve... Move nice and slow." Bucky say sitting up a little to kiss Steve, on hand moving from Steve's hip to his ass, fingers skimming around Steve's entrance as he gives his hips a small jerk. "Natural... Steve." He whispers lips moving to Steve's collar to bite and suck and bruise there as his fingers touch lightly at Steve.

If nothing else, he could follow direction and he groaned as he started to subtly slide himself up, only to sink back down. He was still ridiculously tight and the drag was almost too move even with the aloe...but it was good.

Even better with Bucky's mouth and teeth against his collarbones. Threading his fingers in the larger man's hair, he dragged his head up for a deep, slightly sloppy kiss.

Bucky returns the kiss deeply, overcome with need, he brings his hand to the back of Steve's head and pushes forward until Steve is on his back, his hips moving a little faster. He pushes Steve down at the shoulders again holding him down while he fucks him.

"God Steve. Love you..." He murmurs as he nips Steve's ear. "Gonna do so many things to you, fuck you, suck you, get you to suck me, finger you until you can't take anymore..." He groans "... put a collar on you." He goes on.

He let out a sharp hiss when the sudden position change drove Bucky deeper into him, his body forced open and it burned, but it felt so good, too... He didn't understand how his body could crave the ache, but he was in no mind to argue with what he apparently wanted.

He'd be confused and ashamed later, when he wasn't busy picturing what his best friend was whispering in his ear and wasting all his hard earned air with low whimpers. He was light headed, the sensation of Bucky so deep inside him making it hard to get a breath, and the floaty sensation in his head was surprisingly welcome as he nodded and clutched the sheets, his legs coming up to wrap around Bucky's waist, driving him all the way into him and forcing a weak cry from his lips.

When Steve's legs wrap around him he lets out a soft groan and when he bottoms out inside Steve he shudders.

He presses his lips to Steve's in an almost chaste kiss at this point, he stops moving to give Steve time to adjust. He moves his hands from Steve's shoulders to the Mattress on either side of Steve's head. "Let go of the sheets Steve, it's okay for you to touch me... hold on to me." He whispers starting to roll his hips again slowly, not pulling out all the way but still bottoming out.

He's aiming for that spot inside Steve that he found with his fingers earlier. He can feel the heat coiling low in his belly he's creeping closer to his own orgasm.

He works one hand in between them and starts to pump Steve slowly. "Always want this with you Steve. You and me..."

And, almost as if he'd been waiting for that permission, Steve's fingers left the sheets to instead grab a hold of Bucky's broad shoulders. His nails were blunt and the lack of proper breathing made his grip a little lax, but nonetheless, Steve dug against his best friend's skin as he rocked back against the cock that felt like it was splitting him in half.

Bucky was so deep inside him...each thrust forward driving air from his lungs in short, soundless whimpers, his fingers flexing at the sudden spiking ache. Nevertheless, he pressed himself back against it, flexing his inner muscles, trying to make his body as good for Bucky as he possibly could and he was so focused on making Bucky feel good that his own orgasm ripped a startled, strained sound from his lips.

"James!" It was breathless and he was strung so tightly under him that it had to be painful...but none of those thoughts crossed his mind as he shuddered and came, making a mess of his own and Bucky's stomachs and Buck's hand.

The lines between pleasure and pain blur for a moment, but as Steve comes Bucky lets out a huffing breath and fights to just pull out. Steve clenching around him almost rings his own orgasam from him but he hangs on waiting for Steve to relax again.

He presses his forehead to Steve's shoulder fingers of one hand trailing through the come on Steve's stomach. When Steve finally relaxes again he starts to move a little less graceful then before. He feels the heat coiling low in his belly and it's only a few more snaps of his hips before he's coming deep inside Steve. Chanting the blonds name like Steve in the only thing in the world that matters.

He collapses onto Steve for a moment pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, before slowly pulling out and pulling Steve flush against him.

He was boneless after he came down from his orgasm, pliant and panting against the pillows as his body released the death grip it had on Bucky...and when his friend started to thrust again, it was smoother. Easier. It didn't drive that sharp ache into his lung every time he thrust into him, and while there was a part of him that missed it, most of him was too exhausted to care.

He moaned when he felt Bucky shudder over him, an imagined slick of heat making him wrap trembling arms around the larger man's shoulders, clumsily stroking over his back. He turned his head to intercept a few of those kisses, turning them into real ones and he couldn't quite help the way his teeth sank into Bucky's lower lip when the larger man separated their bodies.

"Oh-! That...ow..." He made a face, shifting a little so that Bucky was on his back and Steve could curl up against him, his weight off the loudly protesting part of his anatomy. Once he was comfortable, however, he was back to pressing small, chaste kisses against his friend's chest.

Bucky pulls Steve to his chest and hums at the little kisses fingers stroking through Steve's hair. After a moment he pulls Steve up a little into a slow and easy kiss his hand wandering down Steve back, hand rubbing over Steve's ass for a moment, before the fingers dip between the cheeks and into the ring of muscle briefly before with drawing.

He pulls back from the kiss taking a slow breath and smiling at Steve. "I think a hot bath is a good idea." He murmurs a grin still plastered on his face. He doesn't like the idea of the sweat cooling on Steve's skin, it's already cold enough in their apartment. "Wait here a sec Steve." He smiles slipping from the bed and moving to the bath room and filling the tub with hot water.

He comes back a moment later for Steve, taking Steve's hand and tugging him to the bath room. He climbs into the hot water and sinks back leaving space between his legs for Steve. "Come on in we'll clean up warm up and crawl under the blankets."

He was finally starting to catch his breath when Bucky pulled him up for a kiss, the lightheaded sensation faded enough that his body no longer appreciated the subtle stretch of his muscles. He ached...and when those fingers dipped back into him, he broke the kiss with a choked off yelp, one hand reaching back to grab Bucky's wrist. "Ow!...I can't..no more..."

The promise of a hot bath was nice, though, and he nodded, muttering something about working over tomorrow to make up for the extra water. He was already shivering though, and the sticky mess on his chest and thighs was starting to cool and get uncomfortably tacky. While Bucky went to fill the tub, Steve gingerly got out of bed, moving carefully to avoid straining himself and to avoid getting any of the sticky mess on their blankets. It was too cold to wash them...and Steve didn't think he was mental capable of washing them at the moment.

He was wiping at his chest when Bucky came back to collect him, and while he walked a little carefully, he nevertheless followed the larger man to their bathroom, eyeing the little amount of space for a moment before he climbed in. He hissed a little as he leaned back against Bucky's chest, a small pained sound in his throat.

"I don't think I got any on the bed..." Because that was the important thing, right?

"Wouldn't matter if you did Steve..." He says chuckling a little as he wraps his arms around the man and presses a kiss to Steve's neck relaxing for a moment in the hot water before he grabs the wash cloths and soaps it up and starts to wash Steve's stomach and and shoulders working over the blonds body slowly. He rubs at the tight knots in Steve's shoulders humming a little.

"You're not working extra tomorrow... we're sharing so we're saving." He says smirking a bit setting the wash cloth aside and leans back pulling Steve against him. Letting his finger brush through the blond hair. "You okay?"

He didn't bother answering, too busy with letting the heat of the water seep into his body to hold onto the few thoughts that had seemed important at the time. He was shivering for some reason, but the way Bucky's hands were sure and calm on his skin helped, and by the time his friend was finished washing him, the shivering had stopped and he was a boneless lump of contentment against his front.

"Mmm...I think so. I was little fuzzy there for a while afterwards, but I think I'm pretty okay, now. Gunna be one big bruise in the morning, though." There was a hint of a smirk at the end of that sentence, and he lazily grinned up at the other man. "Not that I'm going to complain. Kinda like it, actually..."

"Glad you liked it." he grins chin on Steve's shoulder it's a bit awkward but he manages to catch Steve's lips in a brief kiss. "Only want to give you what you like. God Steve wish you could have seen yourself like that." he says softly kissing Steve on the neck. "Fuzzy is a good look on you..."

He blushed, but returned that kiss, twisting himself a little to make it easier on Bucky's neck. "I probably looked ridiculous..."

Shifting a little, he sighed as he rested his head against Buck's broad chest, listening to the steady thud-ump of his heartbeat.

He didn't even notice when he fell asleep.

Bucky sighs and shakes his head a little and kisses Steve again letting them sit in peaceful silence, Bucky notices When Steve falls asleep and pulls the stopper out with his toes. "Hey Steve... come on, blankets mattress all that is way better then sleeping in a tub." He chuckles a little."

He woke up easily enough, having just barely dozed...but he was heavy limbed and uncoordinated, yawning and rubbing at his eyes with arms that already sported handprints against his fair skin. The towel was rough against his skin, but he was clean.

He didn't want to leave, though. He was damp and naked, standing in a room where he could see his breath if he paid enough attention...but his desire to stay close to Bucky was stronger then his urge to run back to the bedroom and burrow under the probably still warm blankets. As soon as the other man was dry, however, Steve was tugging him back towards the bedroom, climbing into bed and peeking out from under the thick, heavy quilts.

[ Bucky gives Steve a slow and easy kiss wrapping his arms around him as he pulls the blankets over their heads creating their own bubble of warmth until morning called them off to work. ]

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