bakerstreet | The Let's Get Kinky Meme

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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[Bucky's mouth is open, another argument ready to fall out of it until the disturbance from the doors calls for his attention... Though disturbance is far from what he would associate with the woman now standing before them, a sure sign of relief is more like it. Especially when Brandt...Clint...he's not sure which recognizes her.]

Did you enjoy Canada? Sure took you long enough to get back. Your pet bird here is--

[He doesn't need to tell her about the problem, they've already done it of course, probably why she was here now as a matter a fact. He also doesn't tell her because she's stopping him with a look.]

James.

[She moves across the room to Clint, bouncing red curls and all, to stand near him. She surveys him a moment, then the candids and back.] What's this I'm hearing about you not remembering me? [There's actual disappoint in her tone.

From the other side of the brightly lit room, Bucky arches a brow. Sure, he wanted Natasha back to help, but that was before he remembered how much ~~hated~~ disliked seeing the two of them together. Not the time for that though. Not here.]

[Bucky is a world away, locked in Siberia or watching the waves in Hawaii for all Clint Barton cares. The girl he once saved is the woman that saves him now. There are pieces. There is damage. He is shattered but that perhaps is for the best, isn't it? He fits in so much more with these two now. He matches. And that makes Bucky a third wheel again, doesn't it?

Any actual talk is soft and clouded around their heads. Half of it isn't even out loud, conversations running deep with looks and glances and very small touches that everyone misinterprets and they don't care to clarify.

Clint smiles. His jaw hurts to do it, but it lets a little bit of the world back in. Natasha tells him to rest and she never smiles when they're not alone -- and even then... -- but he can see something like relief in her eyes when she doesn't think he's looking. It will be difficult. The persona will likely take over again from time to time, but he needs to fight it. And she needs to be debriefed.

She waits for Clint to drop his hands from her hips and nods to Bucky as she passes him. Natasha Romanoff needed five minutes with Clint to pull him back to himself. That takes skill. Clint seems almost drained when the door shuts, as if she's taken his air away from him, and he collapses, catching himself on the wall. It's only then he remembers Bucky. Their eyes lock. But Clint doesn't smile for him.]

Been a pain in th' ass again, seems like.

[It's even worse when Bucky himself feels like he's not there in that room with them, but somehow shoved elsewhere without actually being moved. It's that way all the time with these two and Bucky refrains from rolling his eyes and allowing his bitterness to show.

It didn't matter if it had been decades since he and Natasha had shared anything. Even if that semblance of a relationship had been something false. It wasn't actually Bucky, but the Winter Soldier puppet, yet he still hung on to it. They were his memories just as well. But things apparently change and it's why Bucky secretly resents Clint so much.

Though not enough to leave him to be someone else's responsibility. Natasha would never stand for it if she found out. No, despite his harbored ill feelings for the archer, he was glad to have him back if only for Natasha's sake...

He nods back as she leaves, doing what he and SHIELD were struggling to do for the past hour. You learn not to envy the spy, but respect her all the more for her talents.]

I think it's safe to say you're benched from any more undercover operations and demi gods, especially. [There's no teasing or joking to his tone, he may very well be seriously contemplating running the suggestion by Fury.]

[Pull yourself together. The order is strict and Clint follows it for lack of a more viable option. Right now, he needs some glue. Natasha is never going to provide it when she needs it all herself and Clint doesn't mind. They have an understanding. It's the same one they follow when she breaks into his room at night and smoothes out the blankets he nests in to curl up beside him.]

So does that mean I'm bein' put on Stark Watch again?

[It's actually one of Clint's most enjoyable pastimes and he thinks Stark might like it too with the way he constantly upgrades the security in his HVAC system.

He eventually perches in the chair and rubs a hand over his eyes. He's tired but sleep? Now? He'd rather hang himself.]

Or are we switching it to Hawk Watch with you playin' the babysitter?

[The smirk is at least genuine.]

Because you ought to know that Brandt thought you were hot.

[In other words, Bucky, get uncomfortable and leave him alone.]

[Funny. It was like he was staring at a completely different person.

He was staring at a completely different person, in fact. Brandt and Barton may as well be two sides of a coin. Their mannerisms and behavior were so different...Bucky has to drag a hand over his face and pinch the bridge of his nose.]

Stark Watch, Hawk Watch. I don't give a damn which watch it is, so long as you do yourself and everyone else around a favor and stay out of trouble that'll get you brainwashed. Again.

[He stops and turns once he reaches the door.]

Oh, and tell Brandt I miss him already. [He shoots back.]

[Extending his middle finger, Barton sees Bucky off with a slightly narrowing of his eyes before running his hands through his somewhat too-long hair. He's not sure how long he's kept for observation but one thing becomes perfectly clear by the time of his release: he's become a liability.

Natasha has already returned to her assignment without a goodbye -- they never say goodbye so there isn't a need to read into that for any reason -- and on the third day of drawing pictures with Faustus and being denied entry into the range or access to his bow, Hawkeye is going stircrazy in his cage.

Though no one is expressly ignoring him, he's being watched. Marked as damaged. Untrusted. And given an absurdly wide berth. Brandt hadn't been an expressly dangerous man. He doesn't understand all of the caution.

Barton picks the lock to the ventilation system on the living quarters level and spends some time out of the eyes of cameras and agents sitting in the junction over Bucky's quarters without really registering that they're Bucky's until he chances a glance down in time to see the other man undressing.]

Puttin' on a show, soldier? Look up. Hi there.

[The small gesture gets an even wider smile that he uses to needle Clint with before leaving the archer and shutting the door behind him.

His work doesn't end with Clint though. Over the course of the next few days, Bucky deals with the AIM situation Maria Hill mentioned when he brought Barton back with him from the Casino.

It's only Bucky and a few random other agents whose names aren't important that attend the initial briefing; Cap was off with Iron Man handling something downtown, Natasha was gone again, Thor was off doing Asgardian things, Bruce...well it was a covert mission. The Hulk wouldn't do them much help. And Hawkeye was grounded. Clipped feathers until otherwise was said.

Despite the mission being a stealth one, Bucky still returned with a few bruises - there was a minor slip up - and he tries to be careful as he pulls his body suit off. No point though, he's hissing as the tight material drags relentlessly against the bruises]

... [Barton gets scowl once Bucky finds him in the ventilation ducts.] The hell? You would be the reason I regret not backing Tony on security systems in the ventilation system... What the hell are you doing, hiding from Faustus?

Somethin' like that.

[He's not going to wait to be told he can come in. He just unscrews one side of the vent and pushes it downward before jumping into the room. Bucky's room is like everyone else's, same configuration, slightly different personalizations. Natasha has nesting dolls. Clint keeps a small pile of things -- shell casings, a piece of scuffed glass, a single card with a dried blood smear -- in a basket under his footlocker's lower drawer. These are the things that make them who they are.

The thinks that SHIELD can't fully beat out of them.]

Hidin' from a lot of things. Mostly myself.

[It's not like him to talk about his feelings, but that's pretty much all he's been doing and Will is still in the back of his mind, scratch-scratch-scratching to be let out if only to tell Ethan and Benji and Jane that he'd never be coming back.

And maybe he sort of missed the way that Ethan smelled.]

[Well welcome to James Barnes' past, because that's what you get when you enter the room. Old photos he managed to salvage of the boys from their time during the war, most of them long since dead like Howard Stark. A few of him and Steve, when Steve was much smaller. Admittedly, he'd sneaked some of them from Steve's personal stash, but he was never one to be selfish anyways.

And plastered on the walls, currently hidden behind hanging sheets he pinned to the wall, was a board of a man named Aleksander Lukin who's whereabouts he'd been secretly tracking. Those were for his eyes only, which was pretty easy keeping concealed considering no one else outside of Bucky have rarely been in the Winter Soldier's bedroom.]

Well you couldn't have picked a worse place to hide.

[Hardly a warm welcome. He feels nearly violated having him here, not because he was half dressed, no there was no shame there, but mostly because this was Bucky's escape. His place where he didn't have to hide the husk the Winter Soldier left behind, where he didn't have to pretend. Now, however, it seems the show's back on.]

You're on Hawk Watch remember? Someone'll notice. And hey, don't know if you noticed, but I'm in the middle of changing here. [The sarcasm's a little icier than usual.]

[How do you explain to someone that a sniper, an archer, and an assassin doesn't want to be alone? You don't. You joke about it and you make yourself only as annoying as they can stand so they don't kick you out of their room. He's already taken the full breath of Bucky's quarters in with a single look. He's more than capable of tracking objects without having them in his sight. His brain automatically fills the details once he's scanned it.]

I'm on Hawk Watch and you're my babysitter.

[His eyes are drawn to the photo of Howard for a second moment before he burrows his brow and pushes those thoughts away. He wants to rub his temples but he refrains.]

Which you suck at, by the way. You haven't come to see me in a few days. No one has. Don't tell me I got boring or somethin'.

[He's left slightly gaping with a furrowing scowl that doesn't have nearly as much heat behind it as he would like. And when it appears that the archer's not paying attention to him, Bucky lets the halfhearted glare go and follows his gaze to the photo of Howard then back to the other man. Who, let's not forget, was trespassing. Technically.]

What can I say, I've been busy. Not to mention, I never agreed to watching you.

[Hawk Watch meant the person doing the watching was just as much grounded as Barton. As far as Bucky was concerned, that wasn't an option.]

Honestly, I think Dennison would appreciate the opportunity more. [The new recruit had acquired everyone's autographs except for Fury's, Natasha's, Clint's, and Hill's.]

Dennison? Are you kidding me?

[He's not been asked to stay but that doesn't stop the archer from plopping himself on the other man's bed as if he owns it.]

I'm going insane, stir crazy. I need somethin'. All that restin' is doin' is drivin' me nuts.

[He turns thick lashed eyes back to Howard. Howard Stark. Now he knows where Tony got his eyes from. That man is pretty.

What. The fuck--]

C'mon. Help a guy out here.

[No, he wasn't kidding actually. And his flat expression says as much.]

Maybe you're not doing it right, the resting part. You're supposed to actually rest, not climb around in a flying aircraft's air ducts.

[He forgets Clint's just as stubborn as the man he believed himself to be only a few days ago. And when it's evident he's not getting rid of him (not that he's really given it that much effort, because let's face it, company's always nice...even if he has to pretend), he moves to put away the top layers of his suit away.

And despite what he says, Bucky knows exactly what Clint's talking about. You tend to get restless after a long time of nothing, especially people like them.]

I'll sneak you into the shooting range if you give me a sec. [He grumbles, starting in on his pants and toeing of his boots.]

[Bucky's movements transfer Barton's eyes from the photo to the living man in the room. Steely blue eyes are appraising and curious, not just about the cybernetic limb, but about the scars Bucky may have, the line of muscles that make up his back, the way his waist sinches above the band of his trousers--

Barton wets his lips. It's something Brandt had done a lot when nervous but not really one of Clint's personal ticks.]

If I don't do this, I'm never goin' t'get better. Everyone knows it. Can't jus' nest forever.

[His head tilts to the side. His pupils dilate. Being attracted to men is not something that's really on Clint's radar anymore. It was something he might have been curious about in the circus, but everyone did everyone there. Whether they wanted to or not. Class systems inside travelling shows are a well documented phenomena thanks to bored scholars with nothing else to do.

The mention of the range, however, snaps his eyes up from Bucky's ass -- which he may or may not have been admiring -- to the soldier's face level.]

Yeah?

[Okay, color Clinton Barton tickled. He bounds out of bed and goes to wait by the door like cat to be let out.]

[To say Bucky's unaware of what's silently taking place would be an insult to his skill set. Of course he noticed the way Clint's lingering gaze followed him around the room. If he'd been a horrible person, he may have acted on that tiny urge in the back of his mind to tease. Just a little.]

I suppose you being a pervert fits and all. Perched high up in that nest of yours where you see everyone but they don't see you. [He says suddenly, kicking off the tight pants into a corner in favor for a pair of SHIELD issue ones that were a little less restricting in some places as well as a top to match.

He'll chalk it up to the residual William Brandt persona after the remark the other day. But even that had to stem from someplace, too.]

After you.

[Smirking at the eagerness he gestures for Clint to go on after glancing up and down the corridor of the living quarters. No one who cares to notice asks why Clint's outside, no one high enough on the poll to pull rank at least. Bucky's prepared excuse in case it came to that? He was letting the guy stretch his legs. Seemed reasonable enough considering.]

[The little remark about him being a pervert just makes him laugh, shoulders straight for the first time in days.]

You've really no idea.

[Not one for winking, he does it anyway and takes point on their progression down the hallway. No one said, exactly, that he's not allowed out. But the guards posted at the doors of his own quarters pretty much make it clear that he's not suppose to be travelling without an escort.

And yes, while Bucky is currently an escort, he's one he trusts a little more than the others. Clint takes the corners slowly, once more wearing boots Stark actually perfected to help him move silently, even in a big tin bird like this one.

The door to the range is close at hand and Clint's fingers itch to hold a bow. He'd prefer his own but beggers can't be choosers at this point. He waits until they get inside to say anything else, pulling at the practice gear until he finds an arm brace he likes. He straps it on easily, one handed.]

Think they'd consider it defectin' if I took my vacation time an' went out to visit Hunt's group?

[Call Bucky jealous. He wants his own pair of stealth boots for obvious reasons. And as his line of sight climbs higher, following the legs extending from said boots, he clears his throat and forces himself to look elsewhere.]

You are an animal.

[The archer gets an eye roll from him and Bucky considers seeking Dennison out, then leaving Clint with him. He'd have no choice but to stay. No escort, no freedom. Which really wasn't all that much privilege when you thought about.

He smirks randomly at the thought of Dennison highlighting all of the Avengers' best moments to Barton. Really they only had the one where they officially united as one to save the world, but the kid knew how to tell a story, that was for sure.]

Only if you go alone. [While Barton busied himself with practice gear, James did the same with his rifle, dismantling and cleaning it.] Is it that hard to separate whose thoughts belong to who? I mean, do you want to see this team or is it the Brandt part?

You took me in the middle of a mission.

[He doesn't look up, he knows what Bucky is doing without that little luxury. If he can track a dozen moving targets and shoot at one while looking for another, he can keep track of what the guy behind him is doing. The sound of metal on metal is unmistable anyway. Barton can close his eyes and know what piece of what weapon is being ejected for a spot inspection if need be. His mind is elsewhere, though, and paying attention to what's going on around him is just background noise as he slings a quiver of annoyingly bland, metal arrows over his broad shoulder.]

They're going to wonder where I am. Where Brandt is. You don't know Hunt. He's one of those guys that refuses to leave a man behind. He'll be tearing that hotel up, or having Benji do it and--

[And is it possible that he's blending personalities? He's well aware that his speech pattern just changed.]

Come with me. [The request is sudden and Bucky can look up to note sharp blue eyes gazing down at him.]

Easy in, easy out. Ethan will understand if I say I want out.

[The Winter Soldier meets the blue gaze upon the request, trepidation, hesitation, and shock all visible in Bucky's eyes. He doesn't answer right away because he's sure his initial response is one that Clint or Will did not want to hear. He wonders if Natasha would allow it if it were her being asked instead. He licks his lips and turns his attentions back to the disassemble rifle as he mulls it all over.]

So this Ethan guy... He sounds a little like Steve in a way.

[As if voicing out loud at least one reason to persuade himself to escort.]

But do you think that's such a good idea? What if by you meeting these people, you influence the Brandt persona to become dominant again? What if he...you want to stay with them?

[Because Bucky's pretty sure that's who he's talking to when he notices the very obvious change in speech here. Despite how easy it'd be, it was the end result that mattered, and Bucky's a little worried another extraction will have to take place.]

Just shorter. An' you know, kind of a little more morally gray. An' probably not latently attracted to Stark.

[Clint again. He grins now, sure he's going to get his way, feeling more than just a little relief over it. He turns away from Bucky as the soldier asks him all varieties of tough questions he really can't answer.]

Guess you'll jus' have to trust me. I know, insane, right?

[He selects a bow much less carefully than his brace, shaking them to feel the weight of two before he trots out of the locker room with the first. There's nothing wrong with his skills at least. SHIELD's range is an array of high tech targets, all of which move in slightly uncanny and realistic ways. Head shots feel good. The string feels good.

And the slightly amused voice that seems almost proud of him? Well, Will's praise feels good too.]

[The sound of metal on metal becomes grating and there's a sudden snap from the table, the man sitting there looking down to find the barrel in two, the other half rolling off onto the floor with a clatter. Bucky doesn't react right away and just stares at the ruined part in his cybernetic hand.]

You can say that again.

[The response comes a little too late, Clint's already left the room, his assumed triumph still buzzing around in the air as Bucky went to dispose of the two bent and severed halves of what used to be the barrel to his sniper rifle. It takes him a while before he finds another that'll do the job, and he's back to assembling the gun and following after Clint onto the range.

He stops at the console, going through a series of selections for targets.]

Any preference? We doing this traditional or testing...Stark's new hologram toys?

[Stark, Stark, Stark. It always seem to come down to that name. Clint's certainly been hit by the celebrity bug when it comes to idolizing the man just a little. He's reaped some of the benefits of knowing the man too with the way he's rigged his quiver and added a sort of pneumatic piston to the shaft of his bow -- still firmly locked away, unfortunately. ]

Always up for somethin' new. [He slings his bow across his back and makes a leap towards one of the upper platforms. The skills of an acrobat and a fantastic athlete can not be faked and other than perhaps Widow, no one can move around so silently or with such finesse as Clint Barton.]

Start the New Orleans simulation. [His voice carries but he's invisible otherwise, lost in shadow.] Been wantin' t'try it for awhile.

Partners or versus?

((OOC: Gun snap over Cap? :3 ))

Edited 2012-10-19 12:56 (UTC)

One New Orleans simulation coming up.

[He punches in the commands and just as soon as he's done, the console begins to retreat backwards and a genderless robotic voice announces the commencing simulation. A series of spheres are released into the air from their pockets in the ceiling, releasing lines of light that touch down to the floor of the range and expand to form a city environment that hadn't been there before.

The platforms Barton disappeared onto now buildings and Barnes himself found his feet touching onto an abandoned street. His eyes narrow, skeptical, but he's moving to find cover regardless.]

I'm thinking partners.

(ooc: It did, yes lol. Clint's fault.)

"Not scared, are yah?" Hawkeye prompts while his eyes scan and memorize the room he finds himself in. Stark is amazing. His heart flutters in his chest for exactly three minutes in excitement before he reigns in control over his body.

Heart rate, more than anything else, is what matters to the archer. Stay cool. React. Thinking is for the geniuses.

He touches the door, which feels incredibly real, another testiment to how the brain fills in sensory information to make sense of the world it finds itself in, and pulls it open to head up higher. Roof.

He needs a roof.

Racing up the stairs, he touches his finger to his earpiece, waiting for Bucky's breathing to hit his ear before he asks: "Which is better? Papa Stark or his son?"

((OOC: Sorry Buck. It's so obvious that Cap and Iron Man eye bang each other.))

"Nope." His voice comes over low and sure. More like Stark's invention was more than a little daunting, it verged on intimidating. Holograms this large scale, you didn't see that everyday. Bucky has to remind himself this is SHIELD and Tony Stark is in fact very much a part of it, or he makes himself be.

Bucky peers out from an alley way, pausing when catches a figure...no. When he catches figures moving behind the windows of the next building over. The apprehension begins to fade when realizes what kind of building. A law firm, but a quick peek through his rifles scope would confirm if these were regular civilians or their targets.

Civilians, however, Bucky's mentally painting his own target on Clint's forehead. "You're a dick." And there's nothing else from him for a long while. He's a bit more preoccupied moving into a dead construction zone cautiously, climbing shafts and moving across beams.

"Howard," he finally replies. "Got anyone or anything in your sights yet?" Because changing tangents is always easier.

(ooc: This is true, but he likes to ignore it.)

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;-; Clintasha kills my Bucky every time, but it's just so good

Marvel women get around too much with their counterparts for me to ship them with anyone.

I always thought they were all treated like nuns compared to the Widow and She-Hulk

Jaaaaan. Ms Marvel. I think Jan's worse than Widow. I'd have to count.

Jan as in Janet? As in the wasp?

Yes. I think she even slept with Tony at one point.

That doesn't surprise me. Tony's a like one of Marvel biggest dogs along with Logan

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I'm going to switch to prose but whatever format you like to do is fine

That's fine. I'll do the same or else I'll end up getting confused