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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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master dick

[peacocklocked]

[Hopefully Bucky won't be too put off by the silence that reigns between them for entirely too long, the loss of touch. Because, you see, Lupin's still throbbing from the touch of Bucky's mouth, and the sight of him with his ass in the air certainly isn't doing him any favors.

For a second there's the soft sound of Lupin's hand squeezing his own dick, willing himself not to come yet, knowing it won't help when he slides his body against his husband's, back to chest. He knows the other can feel his heart thundering through their skin, feel his cock slide against his asscheeks.

But does he feel the reverence which he dedicates towards the press of palms down his spine, the dips in his ass, kneading asscheeks against his cock. The master thief trembles with anticipation while he slides down Bucky's body to take just the meat of his ass between his teeth and bite down gently.]

So good. I can't wait to taste you.

Forever and always

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky almost whines at the feeling of Lupin's cock sliding against him; he wants nothing more than to push back against him, to get on with it already.

He knows he'll come when Lupin eats him out - he's already so close, like his husband, but he's not worried about having to wait long once they start fucking. One advantage of serum.

And yes, yes, Bucky feels the care, the reverence Lupin puts into his movements. He arches into the bite, ready- so ready- for that hot mouth on, inside him.]

Want to so bad... want you to fuck me with your tongue, Arsène.

[peacocklocked]

[What a beautiful reaction. Lupin finds himself panting with it, hot breath across Bucky's cheeks as his fingers spread him, revealing his innermost core to him, only for him. Slowly, oh so slowly, he obliges his husband.

He presses a kiss to the heat of him, followed by the swipe of his tongue, shallow, shallow, longer strokes each time, and he rocks Bucky back and forth into his mouth to mimic the rolls of his hips, the bump of his cock against the back of his husband's thighs.

His taste is everything Lupin dreamed it would be: purely Bucky, hot and sweet for him, and he gently bites at the rim of him before he soothes it with laps from his tongue instead. His fingers knead his asscheeks as he works.]

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky's fists are already curling into fists around the sheets at the first touch of those lips to him. (Okay, he might have to replace the sheet because he didn't think about the left hand being capable of ripping sheets, but his mind is nowhere near that).

God, it feels so amazing, makes him see stars even while he isn't coming. Fucking himself on Lupin's tongue feels like the most natural thing in the world, as if he were born to do it.

He loves the feel of Lupin kneading his ass, loves the rough contrast between it and the gentle...ish strokes of him against Bucky's rim.]

Please, pleasepleaseplease...so fuckin' hot... I don't even have to see you to know you - you, ah - look so pretty right now buried between my legs.

[It's the most he can get out coherently before he starts speaking Russian gibberish, growing erratic with his movements, with his impatience, stroking his own cock.]

[peacocklocked]

[Though his mouth is way too occupied with breaking Bucky apart only to stitch him back together with his mouth to praise him verbally, he still has many facets to use.

He spreads Bucky a little more, laps at his hole until it glistens beneath the light, pretty as a fucking pearl-- you know as far as buttholes go. It's becoming one of Lupin's favorites, that's for sure-- its so reactive beneath him, he gently traces a finger along the rim of him as he continues to lap at him hungrily, then makes a point with his tongue and delves in deep. With hands white-knuckled against his husband's ass, he pulls him against his face, encouraging him to fuck his face.

His other hand creeps up to clamp around Bucky's around his cock, stroking him from tip to base and back again in time with each stroke of his tongue.]

PRETTY AS A FUCKING PEARL???? FUCKIN BYE. if we get those pearl necklaces I'll always rem this

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky's legs are shaking harder than an earthquake (and isn't that what those thunder thighs are for?) and he pushes back, back to meet that tongue over and over.

God, but when Lupin helps him tug on his cock, he fucks him harder with the encouragement. His forehead falls to meet the mattress and and he pushes his ass up higher, back arching involuntarily; his cock is leaking with precum and helps add to their momentum, which is building quickly. He squeezes his own dick harder, whining and breath stuttering.]

I'm close, I'm so close, will you-- will you let me? Will you let me come before you fuck me? F-fuck...

[His words are half-buried in the mattress but he also kind of doesn't care if Lupin replies with a crazy "no" retort while letting him doing it anyway. Then, almost without warning, he bucks wildly and reaches behind to grab at Lupin's hair as his balls tighten; white-hot sensation floods through him and he chokes out breath as he comes in near-violent spurts all over their hands and the sheets. She lets Lupin tongue-fuck him a little longer while he rides it out.]

Where did you learn that.

[The statement isn't a question; it's praise, even if his cheek is still stuck to the sheet.]

we are gonna get matching butthole pearls ;0

[peacocklocked]

[Lupin continues to lap at Bucky's hole as the shudders of his body subside; it's beautiful. Bucky's beautiful in that moment, finally coming undone, unraveling right in his hands. He strokes his cock until he milks him of it, soft and pliant in his hands.

He needn't a reminder of just how badly he wants Bucky, how badly he needs him. He burns the image of his husband like this in his brain, in the lids of his eyes so every time they close he sees Bucky. Lupin steels himself and then covers his husband with his body, rocks against him, two fingers curled inside him as he rocks against his cheeks, and he has to bite his lip to give him a moment, to will himself not to come right now.

As it is, he lines himself up and pushes in immediately, groaning when Bucky's tight, wet heat engulfs him, threatens to tear him asunder to the very soul.]

Maybe you did assassinate me the night we met and I'm dreaming.

i'mma hold you to that

[notreadytocomply]

[When Lupin slides inside him he's sure he's going to die if it feels like this (every time, every time - it makes his chest tighten, but he doesn't even have the capacity to think about that at this time). He pushes back against his husband til he's full to the brim, a cry ripping out of his throat at how amazingly lucky he feels right now. Right now, when he can almost feel their heartbeats together inside himself. (What a cockslut, who woulda known? (Everybody.))

But it's not enough, he's sensitive -- so sensitive -- but it's sending fire rolling up his spine and curling deep in his belly and he needs more. He begins to move back and forth as much as Lupin will let him, though he's also using the power of dem thighs. They're mighty opponents.]

Oh, fuck, Arsène... you feel -- this is -- it's so fucking good.

[It's hardly what he feels -- he can't put into words how mind-blowingly amazing it feels. But he's trying, and his knees are shaking, and he's ripped one pillow already but he doesn't even notice, notices nothing but the white-hot sensation pooling in him. He's already hard again after a few strokes of those hips, and he hopes they come together.

He knows he wants him indefinitely.]

Mmm -- maybe, but you tied up? Looking so fu-fucking gorgeous for me? Wasn't a dream.

[peacocklocked]

[Every time Bucky fucks back into him, Lupin has to stop himself from pausing his own movements, threatening to come with every push of Bucky's hips, he sinks in and loses himself. His hips stutter and he grits his teeth, snapping his hips with a frenzy unlike him when it comes to anything but treasure.

Oh but this one is stupendous. He yanks some of Bucky's hair between his fingers until he can lean up and scrape his teeth along the back of his neck, taste everything that is distinctly Bucky, all the while pinning the other man with his weight.]

I want to hear more. Then I'll know it isn't a dream. Squeal for me, come on.

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky groans at the clench of fingers in his hair and it's such a primal growl he isn't sure he's even on this planet anymore, but it came from him -- came from his chest, which is still impossibly tight, tight like he is around his husband. He can barely comprehend what Lupin is saying, much less how to make words. Luckily, brains (and tongues) can work on their own sometimes.

He's babbling but everything in him wants Lupin to know that this is very much not a dream. He's gonna have those bruises for days -- something Bucky, unfortunately, won't. His voice is raspy from the angle Lupin's holding him, but the pain of the pull of his hair pushes him ever closer.]

You feel perfect, you're perfect, Lupin... no, Arsène, for you-- you, just you. Your cock is so good inside me, I can feel how close you are. You know this feels too good to be a dream, babe.

[peacocklocked]

[He isn't going to last. He knew that the moment he'd slid in, slid home-- should have known, at least, from the moment those baby blues popped open in bed that night, followed by a knife.

Lupin slams into Bucky over and over again until he can hear the tell-tale slap of their skin together, until he can feel Bucky's asscheeks beneath his hipbones, until he's free. He can free himself in Bucky, he just knows it-- from this fate, from everything. He'll lose himself and maybe he won't care if he gets back.

(that's the scariest thought)]

It's babe now? I'll have to make love to you more often if you're going to be so sweet. I could eat you up all night, really string you out until you're begging me to just put my fingers in...

[but he can't do that to Bucky-- if only because his own control is lax. Bucky's too good, the heat is too good, his cock throbs inside him and his world narrows down to the chase of his orgasm, building in his belly. It doesn't take long at all for his balls to tighten and for him to lose himself, hips stuttering to completion as his vision whites out.

He'll milk himself inside and drape himself over his husband like a sloth in a minute, hand still wrapped around his cock and moving.]

[notreadytocomply]

[Bucky has been so used to people trying to kill him that he would never have dreamed of fucking someone he met in such a way, a way he can still remember the feeling of his heart beating against Lupin's as he held the knife to his throat. The same throat that he peppers with kisses when he can, when Lupin allows. In the mornings when he wakes he always feels a slight sense of...something when Lupin's not there, but moves along with his day anyway.

But now, his only thoughts are sensations and of his husband holding his back to chest, and he's able to choke out a laugh even though it's the strangled kind. He turns as much as he can to catch a kiss from those lips, those beautiful lips. 'Babe' had slipped out accidentally but he also meant it. His chest flutters and he whines at Lupin's words about what he could do -- but the phrase 'make love' sends his mind spiraling. Yes, this -- this -- is what making love means.]

H-haaaah, I'm anything but sweet.

[That is, until after sex. He can be sweet at other times, but he saves those. They come and go like bursts of energy pushing through the darkness he's seen for so long; yes, he'll save them for the special occasions.

When Lupin comes, Bucky can't take it anymore. The friction of their hands moving in tandem on his cock is too much, and he bucks incredibly hard, probably so hard it knocks his husband back with that plump ass and cries out as he feels the rush of orgasm overtake him like waves on a shore. Bucky can't see a thing in front of him, sweat slides down his back and sticks his hair to his face. The feeling of Lupin's cock still inside him with every tiny movement has him still gasping.]

You're wonderful. [He mumbles against the mattress half-audibly. He uses his hand to find Lupin's so he can intertwine their fingers.] Fuck, you're good.

[peacocklocked]

[I'll never let go, Jack It's certainly tough to continue to hold onto his writhing, bucking husband, fingers slipping in sweat and come, but somehow Lupin manages to keep ahold of him, keep him grounded while he grinds his cock inside him a few more times. Thanks, gravity. And thanks again, gravity, when his husband turns slightly, curls their fingers together.

This way, he can swoop down and claim that dirty, filthy mouth all his own. All for him. He can't believe he gets to be married to someone like this....so stubborn and cheeky and, well-- cuddly. Lupin remains snugly inside him as he curls against Bucky's side, nosing at his hair, his ear.

He's so tired but contented.]

You're stupendous. You still feel so good...can't believe you went that many rounds. [he slides his hand from Bucky's cock to his belly, gently stroking the pads of his fingers along warm skin. Reverent.] Glad you're mine.

[notreadytocomply]

[You're mine, you're mine... the words play over and over in his head. They sound so familiar, like an echo of the past, but they come from Lupin's lips and that's all that matters right now.

He's still full and sensitive, feels Lupin's cum leaking out a little around his softening cock but savors the sensation.

His hand comes to rest on his lover's hip as Lupin strokes his stomach.]

What can I say? You spend years with the Soviet Union and get injected with some crap that makes it possible. Least there's one good side effect. Hearing you say smooth things like that, for example.

[peacocklocked]

[Bucky's still so warm, inside and hot, and his touch only sears Lupin from the inside out. He shuffles and sighs and curls ever closer, eyes dipping closed every few seconds.

This information catches his attention though.]

The Reds did? I knew they'd messed with some weird things but...it's a wonder we weren't overrun with them. [And then he smiles against Bucky's skin.]

Well, the more great performances, the more sweet things, Sweetling.

[notreadytocomply]

They came pretty damn close sometimes. [Taking me with them.

He pulls Lupin closer, skin flush to his, hearts beating almost as one. Here, he doesn't want to think about that; he wants to focus only on the things he can concentrate on now, like how Lupin's breath rolls over his skin.]

Don't worry, sweetheart, this is only the beginning.

[He flashes a sleepy -- yes, even the great and multi-orgasmous Bucky is tired after all that -- smile, before he deeply kisses Lupin.]

[peacocklocked]

[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.

[notreadytocomply]

[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?

[peacocklocked]

[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.

[notreadytocomply]

[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.]

[peacocklocked]

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.

[notreadytocomply]

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?

[peacocklocked]

[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.]

way to post from the wrong acct there, christina

[notreadytocomply]

[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.]

[peacocklocked]

[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.