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The Let's Get Kinky Meme

1. Comment with your character. Please include the character's name, canon, and any prefs you might have (ex. "guys only" or "no heavy stuff")
2. Tag someone else! Hit up RNG and roll from 1-20 for a kink, or make something up.
3. Be respectful of other players' preferences. Please avoid wank and all of that negative stuff. Let's all play nice!
4. PLEASE BE WARNED, some scenarios in this meme include triggering content! Play at your own risk.

The light stuff;
1. Tie me up; A little loss of control is nice sometimes, isn't it? One of you is bound, be it with handcuffs or something more extensive, at your partner's mercy.
2. Who's your fantasy; You're not who you usually are tonight. Costume or full on role-play, the two of you are looking to spice things up by playing out a fantasy.
3. Play with your food; Foodplay. Maybe you're covered in whipped cream, maybe you're eating sushi off of your partner's abs. In any case, there's some edible assistance involved.
4. Good clean fun; Whether it was work or play, you're feeling pretty dirty, and you need to clean up. Fortunately, someone else is there to make your bath or shower extra fun.
5. A love/hate thing; They're annoying, infuriating, or just someone you ought to hate -- but they're also hot. Despite bad blood, the two of you can't resist each other anymore.
6. Mysterious stranger; Sometimes you just don't want any strings attached. You don't know your partner's name -- you might not even know their face (masquerades and costume parties are great places to hook up), but all that matters is their body.
7. If you could see yourself; That mirror in the room certainly makes things more interesting. Have you ever wondered what you look like when you're getting down and dirty? Now you know.
8. You can leave your hat on; The clothes are what got you going -- so they're staying on. It may be just socks, it may be most of the outfit, but you or your partner are not taking it all off.
9. When you laugh; There's just something about their smile that makes you smile in return. Whether it's nerves, tickling, or just simple joy, at least one of you will be laughing a lot tonight.
10. Get some help; What's wrong with a little assisstance? Today, the two of you are including some friends in your fun -- plastic ones, that is. They come up with some interest sex toys these days.
11. Show me your teeth; Their skin tastes so good, you can't help but bite down. It may or may not leave marks, but you're going to be doing a lot of nipping this time.
12. A blank canvas; Feeling artistic? Well there's no prettier form than the human one, so you're including your partner in your creative efforts. Body painting, modeling, or any other creaive thing you can think of sound wonderful.

The heavy stuff;
13. Know your place; There's a big disconnect in your social position. Maybe one of you is the boss, a government official, or a teacher. Maybe one of you is quite literally owned by the other. Regardless, someone is in a position of power and will take advantage of it.
14. Take my breath away; There are a lot of ways to have control over someone. Taking away a basic function is a pretty effective one of these. Maybe you'll take away their sight or hearing -- maybe you'll steal the very air they breathe.
15. A pretty picture; It's going to be good, and you want to remember it. Photos or video will be taken of your bedroom exploits tonight, and it might not be for your eyes only. There's a big audience out there, isn't there?
16. You've been bad; Someone's crossed you, and you're going to make them pay -- in bed. Roleplay or not, this is angry sex with an element of punishment. Make sure they remember what happens when they piss you off.
17. Hurts so good; You can't help it if you want to see them in pain. Maybe they're as into it as you are, and maybe they aren't, but either way you're going to be rough. This could be anything from spanking to bloodplay.
18.The same blood; Maybe you're brothers or sisters. Maybe you're like brothers or sisters. Either way, your familial bond is being twisted in the most taboo of ways.
19. A business venture; Some people go to their lover for sex. Some people pay for it. One of you is in this for the money, and one of you is determined to get what you paid for.
20. Outside influences; It isn't that you like each other. It isn't that you're even interested in sleeping with them, but for some reason neither of you can control, you have to. You'd better make the best of it.

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[The mirth in his eyes can practically be seen dancing when he catches the man stare at his cybernetic arm. Of course he'd know. Like the Black Widow, the Winter Soldier was believed to be a myth by those who wished to be ignorant, and in that regard, ignorant was kind of bliss. But there were others who knew better, knew the truth. Though he wouldn't have the reputation he does now if not for his brutality and ruthlessness while the Soviets were pulling his strings.

Bucky turns to look out the window, then nods to the agent adjacent to him who speaks quietly into her earpiece.]

You'll see.

[Is all he answers as the path begins to incline and the convoy's stopping at what appears to be an underground launch pad, one of the many SHIELD aircrafts already prepped and ready to go. Save for the pilot, only two agents accompany them during the flight to the helicarrier, James watching Clint the entire time.]

This is SHIELD's moving HQ, the Helicarrier. Anything coming back to you, yet?

[Bucky dismisses the pair of agents once they've landed.] Are you nervous? [His gaze hard and steady, he's not teasing this time.]

[What is coming back to him is a lot of nothing. Disquiet, maybe, like he's trying hard not to freak out when the pressure in his ears build. Is he afraid? He's afraid. And he smiles at Bucky just to prove it. It's hard to hide fear.]

Not of whatever a helicarrier is. Sounds cool.

[That's the truth. The place doesn't disturb him as much as the feeling attached to it. Smoke. Dread. Rebellion. He is sure that's because of the brainwashing they will likely try to do to him. He knows the stories and not all mythology is based solely in fiction.

The flight is mercifully brief and not brief enough at the same time. It makes the long lines of men and women in strange and yet familiar uniform waiting for them all the more eerie.]

If I say I've been here before and we chat about the good old days, think you can drop me off home?

[No? Just a thought. Will can always hope, even as he's marched down long hallways into the bowels of the massive ship he'd seen on their approach.]

[He doesn't have to hide that the fact that he's afraid, no one here is going to judge him for it.

Instead, Bucky sighs and squeezes the bridge of his nose, effectively ignoring the waiting men outside. They could wait. Fury could wait. Hell, he's waited this long to finally bring Barton back.]

I'm afraid it's not that easy, but you already knew that when you asked. [Because there was no hope in his voice when he asked.]

I guess I should ask since they won't. For the past hour we have been telling you who you really are. I want to know, do you want to go back to being that person?

[The absent "If you had a choice" hangs in the air.]

(ooc: I blame myself for this getting a wee off track, but I did have this idea of a bucky/clint thing if you wanted to do that once he finally remember?)

[Brandt is very quiet for another long stretch of time, not looking at Bucky, not looking around either. His eyes are fixed to a point on the wall about two feet above ankle level. He considers all of this carefully and lets his fingers clench and unclench at his sides.]

Let's be honest here. There's two scenarios. One, you're telling the truth. My name is Clint and I work for you guys but I'm some sort of head case that thinks I'm someone else.

Or? This is the start of some brain washing mission to make me think I'm someone else so that I'll have loyalty to you and give up whatever secrets you think I have.

[He looks up at the other man, watching his eyes, trying to assess the situation.]

If I am really someone else? Yeah, I want to be me again. Same's true if William Brandt's the real guy. I don't get the luxury of puzzling that out for myself though, right? So let's stop fucking around.

(OOC: This is awesome anyhow! XD Even if it's off-meme. but yes, Bucky/Clint sounds lovely! They could even fight over Widow. And Clint as Will can flirt.)

[Seeing as Bucky really knew which of those two scenarios was the truth and the other being the lie, the second sounded only slightly ridiculous. If that was how SHIELD operated, then Bucky wanted nothing to do with it. Fortunately for them both, that wasn't the case here.

So with a deep intake of air, he nods and stands.]

Okay. Call it curiosity, I just wanted to know. Let's go.

[He drops the ramp and nods for Clint to follow, and when he does the waiting uniforms fall in suit, as well. As they move through the corridors few stop to stare, while others hustle past them to get to wherever they needed to be.

A slight woman appears ahead of them, watching as they approach with a disinterested look. Agent Hill.]

Welcome back, Barton. [She gives a steady nod.] Take him to the observation room. Hendricks will be their shortly. [And then her attention's back on James, going over the basics in small voice, not to mention berating him for not cuffing Clint in case his Brandt persona decided to go rogue. The other agents do as told and take Clint down the hall.]

(ooc: Awesome! As long as you're enjoying it, I don't feel bad. Just wanted to be sure.)

[Will's eyes are dead ahead until they hit the corner and then dark blue eyes flash from beneath defined lashes back at the man that brought him in. The gaze is not accusatory, though it might be considered that way. Brandt is mostly curious. Their eyes meet and then he shifts his with the lowering of his lids.

He's not sure how long he's left alone in observation. Everything is clean and simple lines in here. There's nothing to overload on, nothing to hurt himself with. Nothing to stimulate him.

After pacing the room fifty times at least, he has a seat on the bunk and waits.

People pass above him, he can see them through the little windows at the top of the room, their legs and knees at least. Some stop. They must be watching him. But they go again.

He's pretty sure he's going insane, left in thoughts that only half make sense, like layers are peeling away each time he tries to focus on something he once thought to be real.

It's getting too intense.]

Hey! Anyone out there?!

You always shout like that when left in a room alone? [Comes the soldier's voice the instant the door opens, a cheeky smile in place. He won't admit he was standing just outside the door.]

Doctor Hendricks is currently busy with someone else, apparently that case is worse than you supposedly are. So they're sending down someone new to talk to you.

I mean...you don't mind if I stay and watch this, do you? [He freezes mid action sitting down in the only actual chair across from Barton's bunk. Don't mind him.

Just then, a large burly man enters, stopping short when he finds Bucky quickly standing and offering him the now vacant chair he was going to take only seconds before. It gets a wide smile that only spreads into an even larger grin when he turns his gaze on Clint, holding out his hand and introducing himself as Doctor Faustus.

And while Bucky never gets an answer from "Brandt" the doctor is asking him to leave, sitting himself in the chaired he was offered. That's fine. They call it an observation room for a reason. The next door room is occupied by three other specialists, ready to note the session as they all watch through the one-way mirror.]

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[The whole this is so much more nefarious and underhanded than Brandt thought it would be. He's been trained to undergo mental and physical duress. He's been taught to spot fake photographs, to know when someone is lying to him, and to meet a false sincerity with a smile and a disregard.

The trouble is none of this is registering as fake.

They spend a lot of time talking about Brandt. Will knows that this is to discredit himself and he resists but it proves almost impossible when he's asked to recall his parents.]

They died when I was five. [Faustus asks about his foster parents. And that's where Will gets tripped up. He can't remember. He can't remember and it's visibly unnerving for just a moment. He gives a made up answer to satisfy the doctor but Faustus leaves him alone after that with a file folder.

He thumbs through pages of survalance photos. He's in all of them in a sleeveless leather vest, with bows and arrows, with Tony Stark, and mostly? With a redhead. He throws the folder aside, the spread of 8 x 10 glossies mocking him.]

[It was Déjà vu all over again. James had gone through a process similar to this when SHIELD managed to rescue him from his most recent "keeper", only there were a lot more straps that kept him bound to a table. And yet somehow, he still felt unnerved watching William Brandt struggle to just barely get through Dr. Faustus' inquiries.

Apparently the memories he had - thought he had - weren't very concrete from what Bucky's observing through the glass. And as the man looks over the photos, Bucky isn't quite sure who he's seeing here: William Brandt realizing he doesn't exist or Clint Barton finally waking up.

He glances at the others still jotting down quick notes before moving to speak into the intercom.]

Barton, talk to me. How you holding up in there?

My name is WILL!

[To be woken from a sleep walking experience is dangerous, it's said. The mind does strange things when it is only partially aware of reality. The trouble with all of this is that William Brandt is not asleep. He can not be led back to bed and expected to wake up as Clint Barton tomorrow. These little romances of a happy ending don't exist.

That much becomes more obvious when the stream of consciousness starts, the mumbling of basic information meant to keep agents from brain washing that they are to say over and over again in their minds until they are sure they believe it.]

I am William Brandt. [His voice is low but already Clint's slight twang is back, his tongue twisting with it.] I am thirty-four years old. I was born on January 7. My parents were Regina and Andrew Brandt. They died in a car accident when I was five...

[And on and on it goes, though nothing he gives can ever really place him. He doesn't name schools. Or education level. His skills consist of certain video games and tennis. He mentions his favorite color and food. He doesn't mention marksmanship at all. None of this information is anything useful to the people that might be holding him hostage.

But there are huge holes too.

Because he really doesn't know what high school he went to. Or who his childhood friends were. But this, they assure Bucky and he must know already, is a necessary part of the process.]

[There's only silence that meets the man's shout. Pens are tearing at note pads now and Bucky's close to sending everyone out of the room. He thinks he can ignore them a little longer.

Awhile later, muffled sounds of movement come over the intercom and Bucky's voice follows, cool and controlled:] Prove it.

[He sympathizes with the man, he really does, but that's why he won't give up and will push that much harder. The William Brandit persona was in there deep, but his structure was crumbling, tearing at the seams. Bucky was going to prod at the loopholes and hope it didn't backfire.]

Prove it to me. Show me a birth of certificate, social security card-- anything, just give me proof. Tell me what city you were born and grew up, because eccentric colors and chinese takeout don't cut it.

[He wets his lips, tapping his finger on the console he's leaning against.]

When did you first begin working for the Impossible Missions Force? Do you remember?

[There's something a little bit beyond just angry in his voice.]

You want me to show you? You've got to let me out first. Or better yet, stop sitting on your collective asses and look it up yourselves. [He gives his supposed IMF social security number. It doesn't link to anyone at all except the dummy file the other organization had set up for him. It is meant to show whatever the agency needs it to show and therefore, is actually set up to give the Graham information instead. But it's a start. It's a start because he has no idea where his documents are. Or if he ever had them either.]

That's your job, right? Information?

[Why else would they be grilling him? Of course, Bucky's last question leaves him shaking.

He doesn't know. He was on a protective force. And then he worked for the secretary. Jesus. What were they doing to him?]

Are you telling me you don't know your social security number, either?

[Bucky's finger leaves the button to the intercom when he doesn't receive an answer to his remaining question and he himself leaves the room to reenter the one Clint was losing his mind in.]

You don't find it odd that you hardly know a thing about Brandt? Clint, we have more evidence of who you really are.

[Cybernetic fingers carefully choose one of the photos at random, holding it up and pointing at the redhead.] Natasha Romanoff. You saved her life when you were sent to kill her instead. Because of you, she defected to the U.S. You two have been partners ever since. And if you don't remember that, remember this. The reason I'm here now is because I missed my shot trying to kill you. Only managed to nick you right on the deltoid.

[It led to a long stalemate between him and Black Widow until Barton was able to assist. Steve was little more than floored, shock didn't describe what he felt and looked like when he saw his friend's ghost.]

[He can't look at those photos any more. He just can't. It's killing him. And what Bucky is sayig isn't any help. He hadn't thought he could be so easily cracked isn't this what he trained for? A little bit of handsiness in an elevator with a handsome man, some exchanged snark, three hours in flight and less than that in an observation cell has him pulling at his hair.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[It's got to be a gas. A drug. That DNA test actually introduced something to confuse him. That is the only explanation. And that calms him.]

So. Unless... Unless you're here to ask me to dinner, you can get the fuck on out.

[There's no gas, no drugs, no sabotaged DNA tests. And Will can't keep believing that forever, not when he sees how much evidence clearly says otherwise. William Brandt was stubborn, or simply that half of Clint didn't want to let go.]

You know damn well what I'm talking about. Look at your left arm.

[The soldier shakes his head once. They couldn't have planned this any poorly. They needed Natasha here...] I'm not going anywhere. You're holding onto this false life when Faustus has presented you with enough reason not to.

[Being Will Brandt is akin to being free. He has a team leader but there's always a choice in accepting missions. It's right in the mission statement: should you choose to accept. The same can't be said for SHIELD. Clint Barton goes and kills and maybe protects a little along the way but let's be honest here. He's not free.

The part of him that has adopted William's reality has gotten a taste of it. And while trained hawks find themselves well kept and exercised, they never fly on their own.

So no. Clint is happy with his vacation. And this is like pulling teeth.]

My arm?

[It's covered now, that scar, by cloth. His mind might even write up a scenario for how he received it.]

Listen, I get that you have a job here. You're loyal to the people here that you care about. But I'm loyal too. I'm William Brandt. I'm thirty-four years old and--

[The door swings open. A woman in black leather pants and a tall boots with a shock of red hair hardly fills it but she certainly commands attention. Will's eyes widen. And Will Brandt dies, slowly. Painfully.]

Nat--

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