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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

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

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[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

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[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.

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[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

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[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.]

[peacocklocked]

[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.

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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.

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[Bucky growls low in the back of his throat and with one hand, maneuvers the ropes around Lupin's ankles to pull them off, his patience wearing thin with every sweet noise that falls on his ears. His other hand busies itself with one nipple, tweaking and rolling it between his fingers before he bites down, tongue circling.]

Give what to you, hmm? Letting everyone see you beg like that...it's good.

[Well, it certainly isn't a problem with Bucky. His mouth moves over Lupin's chest, up his neck and sucks at his jaw. He unbuttons his own pants and strokes himself to give himself some relief.]

[peacocklocked]

[finally, finally, finally! Lupin keens into Bucky's touch, tugs him closer where he's got that ankle nudged around him. Huffing a breath, he wriggles his fingers, reaching, even as he moans and curls against Bucky's mouth.

This little shit-- he won't let him touch-- what he needs more than breathing right now. He presses his pelvis as close, as deliciously as possible into his husband, anywhere he can reach, urges him on with his sounds and his legs, wrapped around him. Aggravation bubbles beneath the surface.]

If you don't let me go, I'm going to..I'll....just give it to me. I need...!

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[As much as Bucky could listen to those sounds all day, he's also aggravated with the wait and wants to feel him. So he straddles the thief again, crushing their mouths together, bare chest against bare chest, cock rutting against his husband's belly as he works on the bonds around Lupin's wrists.]

Блядь, you never shut up...

[He can't tell him that he doesn't want him to, can only show him, and he's more than happy to oblige.

The ropes are off but Bucky's hand is still holding Lupin's wrists together.]

Do something useful with that pretty mouth and tell me what you need. Now.

[peacocklocked]

[that's much better, if only just so-- just enough to have his arms straining up, up, up, just like the line of his body-- heavenward, Buckyward-- the same difference, according to his body.

But hey, he isn't ungrateful. The insistent rub of Bucky's cock against him makes his blood rush, his own cock throb between them. Lupin's expression twists into a scowl, and, biting his words out as he bites at Bucky's lips, he snarls:]

You. I want-- I need you. I'm going to explode if I don't have you...let me...let me...make you feel good. So, so good.

[he's delirious with it, with the heat that bursts between them, makes him dizzy with need, hiking his legs up higher around Bucky, practically around his shoulders-- please, let him show just how far he'll bend-- only to snapback.]

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky's pretty close to delirium himself. He pulls back enough to yank Lupin's pants down the rest of the way rather unceremoniously (no underwear - the guy was ready then, huh?), then does the same with his own.

His cock is practically aligned with his stomach as he crawls back over Lupin, licking a stripe not up his stomach this time, but up the underside of his cock, exposed for Bucky.

For Bucky...

He tries to ignore the warm feeling in his chest and sucks at the head of Lupin's dick, lapping up the precum there before he moves up to devour his mouth again.]

Then come on, I wanna see what you got. Give 'em a show.

[peacocklocked]

[Lupin doesn't even have time to focus on the cold air, because in that same moment, Bucky's there for him. He can count on him.
(maybe he truly can....)

Count on that pretty mouth. Whimpering, he rolls his hips, chasing the heat of Bucky's mouth, of his body, of that filthy, filthy mouth.]

Yes, yes, bring that mouth up here...you talk about mine, but you've got a pretty one on you...perfect around my cock.

[When Bucky covers him again, when that comfortable weight curls over him, he scrabbles at his husband's back, palms lying flat, finally, to pull him so close they're almost one. (not yet, not yet, not yet--) He's so hard he might go insane. He bucks his hips, ensuring their cocks slide together-- he can't help but groan, loudly into Bucky's mouth, as waves of pleasure wash over him.]

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[Bucky feels the rumble deep in his chest before he even hears it. The taste of Lupin still on his tongue drives him on, hips meeting the movements of Lupin's easily.

He's frantic, wanting so many things, needing so much from his husband. His mouth, his cock, the very air in his lungs...]

Is that what you want, then? You want my mouth on your cock so hot and tight?

[he grabs Lupin's leg roughly and hikes it up higher around his waist, squeezing one asscheek. He can't let him know how ready he is, can't let him know the desperation coursing through his veins.]

Just as much as I want your tongue on me... or maybe me inside you, how 'bout that?

[peacocklocked]

[he sinches that ankle around Bucky, a vicelike grip, one he most hopes is imitated in a few minutes in the joining of their bodies. The most understanding comes when two souls are one...well, bodies are off to a good start.

Growling, that squeeze spurring him on, he continues to facilitate the rocking of their movements, those tiny, soul-echoing flashes of heat that bursts between them every time their cocks touch. It's driving him mad, he can hardly think, can hardly decide: This from a man who prides himself on having the most.]

Yes, yes, yes, yes-- want you...in or around me, anything! You're... [he huffs, struggling with his words as his fingers curve up Bucky's back, around his belly where his cock lays.]

[notreadytocomply]

[He bucks into Lupin's grip only once before pushing back enough to reach and rummage inside his bedside drawer for a small, clear bottle. One of his first purchases, certainly not that he planned this but figured if he were to have a husband, well...

And if they never ended up doing it, it's a necessity anyway.]

No--

[He huffs as he squeezes a generous amount of lube all over the fingers of his left hand. When he speaks it's against Lupin's mouth, and too hungry for either's good.]

I'm gonna have you first.

[Pushing Lupin's thighs wider, he circles his entrance for a split second before he slips only part of one finger inside. The sensitive simulated nerve endings rerouted from his brain's impulses though the arm lets him feel just how tight and hot Lupin is around him and his blood pounds through his ears -- what's left of it in his brain, that is. He continues until he's fully in, sets up a slow rhythm before he adds a second finger, twisting.

He assumes he's done this before, from the way he acts and cues he's given, but Bucky wants to be sure; the parts of him that are returning, his human self, always want to be sure.]

[peacocklocked]

[he lets his legs fall apart, aside from the one that curls around Bucky's back to pull him closer, closer, closer, until he can feel his cock bump up against the back of his thigh. The little fuck rubs his thigh against Bucky's cock, smiling even as precum smears along his skin.

(Bucky wants, wants, wants

and Lupin hungers)

He isn't smiling for long because once those surprisingly warm fingers curl inside him he's gone. Mouth mimicking his legs in falling open, he pants and thrusts into those long, long fingers, groaning loudly. Lights burst across his vision as the pleasure mounts, but it isn't enough.]

Don't tease...! Faster, c'mon. I know you need it, you need to feel how tight I am inside for you...soon, soon.

[he boxes Bucky in with his legs, wraps his fingers around his cock for something to distract him with, not that it helps with all that differentiating pleasure washing through him. His skin's hot, he feels too hot, and with his free hand he clasps Bucky's chin, leading their mouths together. He might suck out his soul at this rate.]

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Don't tell me what to do.

[Bucky growls. He's a little pissed because Lupin's right, and as much as Bucky didn't want to need anything ever again, here he is in this moment.

But that's how the game is played, and so he scissors and crooks his fingers to find the right spot as Lupin pants into his mouth. Bucky licks into him and swallows every moan as it surfaces.

He strokes himself now, lube spilled on the sheets from one-handed handling. (It's been a while, okay?) He shifts Lupin so his cock is up against his own fingers, which he moves faster, and Lupin's ass. What the hell, is this is actually happening?]

Love the way you look right now...ready for me. Only for me.

[Without actually asking if he's ready, he removes his fingers only to slide in easily, heat instantly around him. The tightness in his chest almost chokes him, and he holds Lupin's gaze, hips barely moving.]

[peacocklocked]

James--...!

[Those baby blues lock him in; he can't look away, can't make himself look away, so locked in those eyes as Bucky is within his body. An electric heat races through him from the tips of his toes to his hairline, and finally, finally, he throws his head back and moans, eyes threatening to flutter closed. Legs sinching around Bucky's sides, he rolls against him, wild motions of his hips, hungry like his soul.]

You...for you...! But you..are you for me? You're a splendid treasure, Mr. Lupin.

[mouth stuttering into a grin, he urges Bucky on with one hand pulling at his ass and the other with locks of that dark hair between his fingers. Every time Bucky slides out, Lupin is there to guide him, to ensure he slides home quickly, deep, so deep he might wring him out yet.]

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[The slightest bit of sweat begins to bead on Bucky's forehead and he moves faster, faster, listening to the rhythm of the blood pounding through him to carry his hips on, meeting Lupin's thrusts again and again.

Hearing his name like that sends shocks down his spine, his brain going into overload. It annoyed him so much at first but he'd gotten used to the insistence, but now -- God, now it's completely different.]

Yes, yes, hah--

[Bucky pants, enjoying the pull of greedy hands on his hair, on his ass way too much, it's almost too much, but never enough either. He can't wait to feel Lupin too, but right now he can't think about anything but what's happening now.]

Ar--

[he chokes as Lupin clenches around him purposefully, and he sucks at his neck 'til he can regain some semblance of composure. When he does, he sits up and pulls Lupin up against him, onto him, only with their chests together, slipping and sliding with sweat.]

--Arsène...I--hah--don't know, sh-shouldn't it be Mr. Lupin-Barnes?