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Reverse picture meme
1) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
2) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

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• “Beg for it.”
• "I want to fuck you right now."
• "I'm going to make it hurt."
• "I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow."
• "Touch yourself for me."
• "It's not going to fit!"
• "Spread your legs for me."
• "I'm the only one who would ever fuck you."
• [text] "What are you wearing?"
• "Get on your knees."
• "Did we fuck last night?"
• "I didn't know you were so kinky."
• "You look good tied up."
• "Put on a show for me."
• "I'm not wearing any underwear."
• [text] "I didn't mean to send those pictures..."
• "You know how you like when I tease you."
• "Bend over now."
• "I'm not getting on my knees for you again."
• "You're going to break me."
• "Fuck me."
• "You belong to me."

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★ This cock isn’t going to suck itself, you know?

★ Can you hand me a towel? I’m a little wet.

★ I see you started without me.

★ It seems I forgot to wear any underwear tonight.

★ Hate me all you want. You can’t deny how good the sex is.

★ Wanna taste?

★ Less talking. More fucking.

Comments

[peacocklocked]

[Once again, Lupin finds himself tied up, ropes around his ankles and wrists, heart in his, well-- boner.

Is he a fool for believing she'll let him get off every time? Probably. But is it the same amount of thrill of excitement down his spine every time? Absofuckinglutely. It's worth it.

So Lupin sighs, struggles against his bonds. It isn't that he can't get out of these if he tried. He just....wonders, sometimes.]

Of all the times....[his nose is itchy, too.]

thanks for still wanting to do this, my boner's already ready. i even changed out icons

[notreadytocomply]

[As usual these days, Bucky's head is spinning with this weird scenario of his life, so when he enters the unspecified room it takes more than a moment to process the scene before him.

Sure, Bucky once thought he'd love to walk away from this kind of scene of his husband because then it meant he'd get a bed all to himself, but he finds himself swallowing his words from before. And swallowing hard to keep cool.

Of course he'd thought about it more than that mention but he shoved it away into the back of his mind.]

Do you know how good you look all tied up like a present for me?

tongue and middle finger emoji, eggplant emoji ;0

[peacocklocked]

[It's a good thing Lupin was seconds away from using that flexibility of his to scratch his nose with his toes. It's so good this didn't occur.

So good because as soon as Bucky speaks, voice low, a bolt of heat curls in Lupin's belly. Oh. Oh. So this is what he actually meant.

He knew it. His mouth widens into a smirk. He spreads his knees, inviting.]

Who's to say I'll let you open me up? You were awfully rude to me back there.

devil emoji x over 9000

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky laughs -- actually fucking laughs because this should not be turning him on as much as it is. Morning wood is one thing, but this shit? Should be illegal.]

Oh, you won't let me, huh?

[He looks Lupin over as he steps closer, sure to let his eyes linger around as long as he liked. He leans down some, too close, pulls on the restraints around Lupin's wrists, and his own smirk slides over his lips easily like butter.]

Not sure you got a choice in the matter.

Anyway, I don't like answering things in front of people. If it were just you and me, well...

[peacocklocked]

You seem to like cornering others.....to take them apart.

[This is one time he sure doesn't matter. When Bucky pulls at his restraints, he surges forward for him, wraps one ankle around the back of his calf.

That smirk makes him shiver in all the right ways.]

What makes you think I didn't already take care of that. Stop underestimating me.

this turned into the biggest steaming turd, sorry

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky shrugs.] Comes with the territory. How can you really get someone unless you get under their skin a little?

[Bucky can't stop his tongue from darting out and licking his lips while his hand catches the back of the chair to counterbalance the sudden movement of the tricky bastard in front of him.

Now he looms over Lupin, pulls on his tie for a second before he runs his finger beneath the collar of Lupin's shirt, face hovering just out of reach, mouth close.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sounds like big talk to me. Prove it to me. Prove why I shouldn't underestimate you.

it is NOt hush

[peacocklocked]

[he laughs, a puff of air against Bucky's mouth. He squirms, tries to curl his body as close as possible...damn it, Bucky isn't making it easy.

He could have counted on that, though.

Lupin doesn't hate it. He delicately touches his lips to Bucky's.]

Well you're going to waste a lot of time going to check the camera in that potted plant over there. And when you do that, I'll get out of these ropes. And help myself....where you can't touch me.

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky almost shuts his eyes and consumes Lupin's kiss with his own like his body is aching for him to do, but he just continues unbuttoning Lupin's shirt slowly. He finally slides his flesh-and-bone(r) hand across his lean chest, down his stomach, fingertips teasing just beneath his waistband.]

Are you so naive that you think I give a damn about a camera? Whaddya say we give 'em a show?

Besides, [he nips at Lupin's lower lip] you know you'd be begging for me to touch you. Not a bad idea, actually.

[And with that he pulls his hand away.]

[peacocklocked]

[finally, finally, finally, the sweet taste of Bucky's mouth finds his. He licks into his husband's mouth, sweet and hot, and arches as much as possible into his touch.

When he pulls away, Lupin does whine, a high sound in the back of his throat.]

But you seemed so shy...I like this change now. This wanton need. I think you'll need to touch me far before I end up begging.

[sighing, he spreads his legs wide and arches his back.]

retcon chair to bed because i fucked up earlier oops o well

[notreadytocomply]

[He's been through thousands of hours of rigorous training, both Before and After, had unimaginable things done to him and had done unimaginable things--

--but nothing could've prepared him for this. And after his own experiences with being tied up, he shouldn't find this as erotic as it is.

But, the world spins on.

He wants nothing more right now than to devour that mouth so he does, straddles Lupin's thin frame easily but still not touching him, hands firmly braced beside him. His teeth pull at Lupin's lips while his hips roll against the other's with a will of their own.]

I'm not shy. You just haven't been asking the right questions.

[After a millisecond of debating on whether or not he should, Bucky pulls off his shirt and sits back on his heels, of course conscious of the scarring around his arm. He drops a kiss onto one of Lupin's bent knees, looks up at him from under his eyelashes.]

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[Lupin's left to groan, groan louder when Bucky pulls away. The damn tease. That peek of blue looking at him has more heat curled in his belly, anticipation throbbing much like his cock is gonna be in like 2 seconds.

Lupin whines, high in his throat, and after a once-over, his gaze doesn't leave those baby blues.

His skin's on fire but it isn't enough, it's never enough. He arches his back again, strains against his bonds--]

Come here, c'mon. Don't deny yourself...come here. Come to me.

[notreadytocomply]

Why the hurry? Audiences love anticipation, don’t they?

[Bucky winks in the direction of said potted plant, where a camera’s supposedly watching them. Like he gives a shit. He’s always been a little bit of an exhibitionist, even Before. Good to know that good kinks never die.

Everything in him is screaming not to deny himself, to touch and memorize and cover every inch of Lupin's body with his mouth -- but he's never been one to back away from a challenge.

He leans in again, but only enough to begin undoing Lupin’s belt. He takes extra care to be sure not to let his fingers brush Lupin’s skin. He never breaks eye contact and licks his lips, looking especially predatory.]

Just like you do. You want me to touch you so bad you can’t stand it, hmm?

[He begins to work ever so slowly on Lupin’s tie, pulling it free easily and tossing it aside.]

Or would you rather I just walk away? Leave you to, what is it you said, 'help yourself where I can’t get to you'? Oh, I can do that, but -- [he licks a trail up Lupin’s stomach] -- where's the fun in that?

[peacocklocked]

[if his skin was hot before, the featherlight pressure of Bucky's tongue along his stomach has him arching, writhing, desperate as if he's desperate for his touch like air--

Which makes sense because he keeps panting out these short little breaths, wiggling even his feet, to try and tug Buck closer. He succeeds, if only catching his husband around the ass.]

Touch. Me. More! Give it to me...I'll help myself and make you watch...after the entire nation sees me.

loving that this started out kinky as shit and now they're Gettin Deep (balls deep)

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky pinches Lupin so hard in the side that he makes sure it hurts. But a smile lights his face, sleepy as it is. A smile that echoes of the past, echoes of a time before 32557038 became his saving grace, then after that, nothing...]

Fuck you. The second part's only because I was --

[His throat closes up and he takes more than a moment to close his eyes, swallow, make sure his voice will come out steady and as close to normal as he can manage.]

-- devilishly handsome. Can you blame 'em?

so balls deep

[peacocklocked]

[Lupin yelps, and its embarrassing and he nearly jumps up out of that bed and those warm arms-- but he pinches right back, and on the ass too for the most tender of meat(s).]

Fuck off.

[the pause gives the thief pause, searching gray eyes curious more than concerned. Not that he wouldn't be but there's so much he doesn't know.]

I don't blame them. I blame you for trotting around like you most likely did, giving them an eyefull.

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[Bucky laughs 'til he gets a dose of his own medicine of the pinch, then he almost shoves Lupin off the bed himself.]

Excuse me? I did not "trot around." It's not my fault if they noticed this all on their own. Besides, you don't seem to mind having an eyeful.

[He creates a clever diversion (right...) from those searching gray eyes and kisses Lupin again, deep and with his hand around his chin, his few days' stubble scratching at the thief's skin.

He wants to ask -- have you ever had someone you're searching for within yourself too? -- but then he decides against it, sighing against Lupin. The thought of getting close to someone again, he'd lose it -- lose him -- like he's lost everything else.]

[peacocklocked]

[Sure enough and right on cue, Lupin melts into the kiss, nuzzles his nose against Bucky's as they touch, his own hands curling up his husband's sides, palming the planes of his belly, each rib up, up, up, fingers tracing over his heart. When he comes up for air, his lips don't pull away fully. They touch and tingle every time he speaks:]

You absolutely trotted in that way you do. With that little wiggle. A blind woman could see it.

[and then he reaches down to get a palmfull of that prime ass.]

I've enjoyed many fulls tonight especially.

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky won't admit it for quite some time, but the palmful of dat ass makes him smile, makes the warm feeling in his chest blossom and thaws the outermost layer he's been keeping locked away.]

Fine, you want me to trot around here next time? Wiggle my ass? Get ya all jealous for me?

[peacocklocked]

[There's immediate huffing and puffing, Lupin pulls Bucky closer to him, tightens his grip.]

I wouldn't get jealous I'd just get informative. In informing the others that you are mine.

[notreadytocomply]

Oh is that so? And just how would you inform them?

[Bucky's hands skate across Lupin's back, then dip below to palm and squeeze his ass this time.]

I bet you wouldn't do shit. Just sit over there getting jealous, huh?

[peacocklocked]

[There's a yelp from the ass grab, one he tries to bury with his face in Bucky's ample bosom.]

I'd....tell them. I'd print it on my calling card.

ample bosom flksjldhglkj

[notreadytocomply]

What exactly would it say? Bucky Barnes' ass belongs to me? Or James... Either way, after that tongue action I wouldn't mind.

[Bucky grins then kisses Lupin right on the temple, then behind his ear, then right below it, where his jaw starts. He works to keep the excitement out of his voice at the prospect of what he's about to say.]

And just remember...I need to return the favor.

dem titties

[peacocklocked]

[he can't answer right away, so caught up in a whirlwind of that mouth on his skin, of the pure bubble of excitement to Bucky's voice, to the light in his eyes. For a second Lupin is blown away, completely.

When he catches his breath he says:]

I'll make a sign for you. Hang it around your dick. Return the favor with your mercury slathered tongue?

[notreadytocomply]

What, like matching dick signs? Mine reads "If found return to Arsène Lupin" and yours would be your name. Sounds pretty easy, I'm down for that.

[He can't stop smiling, and really it's kinda annoying. He isn't ready to deal with this sort of Stuff in his chest, making his throat close up, his heart race faster when his thoughts fall on it.]

Mm-hmm, eat you up for breakfast one day...or whenever I damn well feel like it.

[peacocklocked]

I'd like that.

[and he says it so sincerely too, all joking aside. Nuzzling his face into Bucky's hair and sighing happily.]

You don't say. It might be too big a course to finish for even brunch. Though they say it's the most important meal of the day....