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[notreadytocomply]

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

[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.