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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.

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[He better be careful with those lips, sweet and sour all at once, or else Lupin could be coaxed into coaxing more out of him. For the moment though he's content to wrap his arms around Bucky, hearts beating as one in the same.

He's still confused by...well, a lot of the information he's gotten. But this piece in the puzzle is nothing worth the treasure in his arms right now. Bucky lays here, precious as hell, cheeky as sin. Snorting, bemused, he nudges their foreheads together and swiftly pulls out.]

It had better be. Or else.

[The forehead nudge is oddly intimate and actually makes Bucky stiffen even as Lupin slides out. Feeling Weird about something being an intimate gesture when they'd just made love for what felt like both an eternity and not at all long enough -- yeah, it's weird. Something about it settles heavily in his chest.

It's not something he deserves -- this life, this weird but gorgeous and gangly thief guy in his arms about whom he feels...Something, no not fondness, but maybe fondness. And it's still not enough for his conscience. He forces himself to focus on the dip between Lupin's collarbones instead of his eyes for a second.]

Or else what? I'll end up all tied up like you?

[He feels his husband stiffen in his arms and, for a moment, writes it off as some extra sensitive nerves responding when Lupin had pulled out. But when he's even more subdued, more so than sleep-addled, he strokes up his sides and thumbs along that strong jaw.]

No. I'll put you over my knee, for starters. And then...

[leaning in, he kisses Bucky's eyelids, his nose, that soft spot beneath his chin.]

I'll kiss you until all you can think of is me.

[Bucky laughs softly, a roll of breath across Lupin's face. He closes his eyes and lets himself be touched like this, lets himself be vulnerable and at the mercy of those long, gentle fingers of Lupin's. (Gentle only when they want to be, he notes.)]

That's what it'll take for you to kiss me that way? Well, I better start divulging all my secrets, then.

[Fat fucking chance. Maybe one day his husband can coax it out of him like he coaxes so many moans, whimpers, and whines out of him too. His arm pulls Lupin ever closer, as close as they can get without being one, and tosses he one leg over Lupin's hip. Where it feels like he belongs.]

Edited 2016-08-13 19:23 (UTC)

It won't be just that. When you least expect it-- and when you especially expect it too. I'm not stingy with my kisses.

[Bucky's so soft and pliant right now, but he knows, knows so much at the core, that this man is as stubborn as they come, as stubborn as land is against eroding rainfall.

He sighs and closes his eyes, tightens Bucky's leg on his hip a little further. He's dozing, so warm already, so wanted and needed.]

You can tell me some day, or not. It's up to you, but I've got you.

Yeah, that much is a no-brainer.

[Bucky mumbles with a smile. The spark in the pit of his stomach hasn't subsided, and even though he thinks he could wring out Lupin anytime, his bones and muscles tell a different story. He wishes Lupin had more hair to twine in his fingers but for now he settles for a hand on his cheek. His gaze darkens, but only a little -- just like the feeling from before. Half a second long, but enough to be noticeable.

For all the thieving, he knows he can trust Lupin. He's proven that in more ways than one. But the lump that forms in Bucky's throat when he begins to speak makes it hard. There's something around his heart, and if Lupin can just find the crack that will shatter that wall...

Bucky's terrified of it, to be perfectly honest. How much will he still have him when he finds out the things he's done? Bucky wants to laugh when he remembers going to mass as a kid, going to confessional, things that no longer felt even relevant to his life. No god would have mercy on him, and even the devil would turn him away.

He decides he'll give his spouse a chance while he's ~~fucked out of his mind~~ sleepy and his filter isn't as strong.]

What d'you wanna know?

Edited 2016-08-14 00:24 (UTC)

[He hums a little, something soft and familiar but he can't for the life of him name the song. Something old, something from long ago, probably from childhood. It seems right, right now. Tracing his knuckles along Bucky's jaw while his other hand rubs up and down his back.

Lupin wants to know more. He wants to know everything. He can hardly resist picking at each string to see where it comes from-- but this is a person. This isn't just a person, this is Bucky, his husband. Someone he has come to care for. So he holds back, just a little.]

Where did you grow up?

[That seems safe.]

[Bucky rests his hand in the curve of the small of Lupin's back; he wants to tell him so much, and at the same time, keep as much of himself locked away as possible. Anything to keep this from hurting more than it has to. His brow furrows as he remembers bits and pieces of brick buildings, sneaking onto rooftops just in time to see the sunsets or the stars, and bloody noses from scrapping with bullies--

And when he speaks his voice is almost impossible to hear.]

Brooklyn, New York. Lemme guess. You stole something from there, probably while gettin' low with some broad.

[He laughs and turns in Lupin's arms a little, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.]

You wouldn't believe the kid I was then.

[Hell, he can't and he lives with it daily. That's another lifetime away.]

Edited 2016-08-14 05:52 (UTC)

[Bucky's warmth is too intoxicating. Here, in his arms, plaint and so wholly Bucky, so his-- its a nice thought. Incredibly nice.

Softly, softly.]

Of course I did. [to which??] I imagine you were a little brat like you are now, most likely had half the town wanting to fuck you and the other half wanting to knock your teeth in.

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way to post from the wrong acct there, christina

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