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The Rule!63 Meme

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Post with a genderswapped version of a character.
Tag other characters, with genderswapped or original versions.
Roll for a Scenario or pick one of your own.
Hijinks ensue!

Scenarios

How The Other Half Lives: Something's happened, magic gone awry or whatnot, and you're not the same gender you usually are.
Always Been This Way: What it says on the tin. This is how things have always been.
Alternate Universe Shenanigans: You're you, but in some universe where things are flipped on the X/Y chromosome.
Long Lost Twin: You're not actually Character X, you're Character X's twin sis/bro, Character Y.
Wild Card: Pick and choose from the above!

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Bucky might not mind the result of that, though the shopping part itself might fluster him a little.

Or considering how things have been going, it might end up with them fucking in a changing room; then they'd have to buy the lingerie.

It's an experiment for another time as Bucky works his way down Zemo's stomach to her hips, his hands reluctant as he unfastens her garters and pulls her panties down over her stockings.

The way he touches those stockings confirms that he's more than a little fond of them.

"You sure you need me with you for that part?"

She lifts her hips when he pulls down her panties, watching him through half-lidded eyes. It's easy to make note of what he likes, what he doesn't. It's a thrill still, that he likes anything at all when it comes to her, after all their history.

"Need? No. But I want." And Zemo has never been one to shy away from what she wants, has she?

"Tell me you're not shy about it, James. I'll find it a bit hard to believe, all things considered..."

"Not shy," he protests, punctuating the statement with a nip to her inner thigh. Seems like a hard sell to call him shy when he's fucked her in a bathroom, or when he's between her legs.

Not exactly squeamish.

But this part is easier than the public things, in some ways. Most of them.

"I'm not just just a bunch of ladies need me browsing while they're trying to get their shopping done."

There's a soft chuckle, a little squirm, at the nip. Her lips curl up in amusement as she looks down at Bucky.

"I doubt that you will be the first man to accompany a lady there, but--" She smiles a little bit.

"Perhaps a surprise for you would be much more fun..."

"I did like this surprise," he mumbles between kisses, his mouth open against the inside of her thigh, tongue drawing a broad line across her soft skin as he works her way back up between her legs.

His hands guide her legs up, her thigh hitched over his shoulder as he angles her hips up, encouraging Zemo to give him more access.

"I am capable of pleasant ones after all." Zemo looks pleased really. For as questionable as their relationship is, she did mean for this to be a more pleasant welcome home than he usually gets in his solitary apartment, ignoring texts from Sam or whoever else may try to reach him.

And maybe she meant it to be pleasant for her as well, which was rather successfully done tonight.

She lets him move her legs, shifting her body in whatever way he'd like as her eyes drift shut. "Mm... James," she sighs out softly.

Bucky huffs softly, letting the conversation die for the moment. He has more important things to do with his mouth. He doesn't hesitate, but he does take his time with kisses and nips, his lips brushing Zemo's thighs, pausing to tease her pussy briefly before he moves to her ass.

There's a twitch when teeth graze her thighs, a needy noise leaving her lips. She parts her legs further to give him room before she slides a hand down to stroke through his hair. There's a sigh of his name in anticipation. She does rather enjoy where that mouth is wandering.

Bucky doesn't have a hard time working up enthusiasm as he explores her with his mouth. He's never been afraid to explore her pussy with his mouth, and he doesn't ignore that not, his lips and tongue slipping over her labia. But he finds he doesn't have a problem moving past it to her ass.

His tongue passes over her ass experimentally while his fingers dig into her thighs, holding her in place.

Muscles twitch as fingertips dig into her thigh, her breath hitching at the first brush of a tongue against her. Slick and warm and-- nice. It's still-- forbidden enough to carry a thrill with it, something dirty one shouldn't do.

Certainly not what she may have thought Bucky would be so eager to do, but-- that just adds to the thrill. There's a pleased, encouraging sigh of his name.

Perhaps it should be a little more forbidden. Nose deep in it, so to speak, Bucky doesn't find that he has all that many compunctions about exploring with his tongue. It's different from her pussy, but... well, maybe he'd feel different if he weren't already getting hard again, but it's still interesting. It's still sexy, touching her and feeling her reactions.

It's fun.

Perhaps it should be, but Zemo isn't inclined to deny herself indulgences that feel good.

And this certainly feels very good, if the visual alone wasn't attractive enough on its own. Bucky's head between her thighs, tongue eagerly working over her, teasing her until she can feel that heat pooling down low again, feel her pussy twitch in anticipation.

She wriggles a little in anticipation, biting at her lower lip.

The wiggling is nice. Gratifying. Bucky can picture that in Zemo's voice, gratifying, and it seems like the right word. It's also a sign that he's close to moving deeper, to giving her more.

For now he presses his tongue against her tight ass, wanting to see her move more.

It's a very good word to describe this. The press of his tongue draws out a soft, needy noise as Zemo's hips twitch upward, unable to stop the needy little huff that passes her lips. Not that she especially cares to, not if it encourages Bucky to keep going at this point.

Each sign she wants more, every twitch and moan and squirm, all encourages him, keeps him from questioning if this is a good idea. They're way past the point of turning back now.

And it's better not to think about it.

Bucky's breathing grows raspy as he works, working the lube open with his right hand.

She can see what he's doing and another thrill goes up her spine and she can't think of anything she's wanting more right now. Her entire body tightens with anticipation, her breath quickens.

And she parts her legs further, opening up to him as much as she can. "James..."

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That sounds like Bucky's signal. He slicks his fingers and crawls out of her lap to loom over Zemo, his fingers quickly pressing into her body where his mouth had been an instant before.

Flesh and blood fingers, but stronger than natural, and broad and rough from fighting. Calluses smoothed over by lube as he carefully presses them past her tight muscles.

"Tell me how it is."

Her lips part silently, her breath catching in her throat as muscles stretch around a so much larger intrusion than she's quite-- used to. There's an unnatural strength behind the steady, solid pressure, a bit of a burn as her body adjusts to a new intrusion. But all of that aside, it's... intense in a way that her panting already.

Asking her to talk right now seems a bit unfair, even by Zemo's standards. She licks her lips though, gives a tentative shift of her hips. "Certainly like I don't want you to stop."

Her eyes meet his, a playful smile gracing her lips as one of her hands goes to rest against her lower stomach, the other hand sliding up to touch the side of Bucky's face. He dos look nice, leaning over her like he is.

"It feels good, James..." It's all possibly a little more intimate, a little more trust involved, but it still leaves heat creeping through her, has her aching with need.

Bucky nods. Looking down at her, drinking in the sight like a scotch, Bucky feels... things. He's not entirely sure he wants to examine the warmth that seems to roll over him. It's soft. Maybe a little affectionate. Maybe a little honored to be doing this.

He didn't expect that.

And he's not going to stop now. Not for anything.

His fingers move carefully, feeling the way her body grips him, the slick heat, different from her pussy but no less intriguing.

He swallows hard. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Clearly, anything softer, anything affectionate can simply go as ignored. No reason to spoil a good thing with complications right at this moment... or that's what Zemo tells herself as Bucky looks down at her, as she gasps and arches under his attention.

It's different, but oh-- it isn't bad at all. Her thighs twitch and one hand creeps down her lower stomach but doesn't venture further than that, even if the temptation is certainly there -- both for a little additional pleasure and to see what Bucky's reaction might be.

"Do you want me on my hands and knees for you, James?" She asks breathlessly, giving a slow roll of her hips.

Bucky can't contain a groan at that question. The idea of Zemo on her knees, offering herself. He curls his fingers, stretching her and feeling the way her body tightens as though pulling him in.

"You ready for that?" he asks, double checking.

If she's ready, he's more than ready.

"I am," Zemo promises. Or ready enough. She could be more patient than this, but there's something very appealing at the idea of him stretching her open, filling her up in this way.

And as soon as she can, she's shifting on to her knees, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she smiles privately.

"I want you, James."

That's all Bucky can hold out against. Zemo's body, Zemo's ass in the air for him? He's not made of stone. At the moment, he barely feels like flesh. Need coils in him, makes his right palm sweat.

He positions himself behind her, stroking down her hips as he pushes into her body.

He's not entirely prepared for it, for how tight she is, or for the way she seems to swallow him up after the initial resistance. For a second, he forgets how to breathe.

It isn't quite a dignified position to be in, is it? But somehow, Zemo doesn't especially mind. The initial press of his cock isn't-- entirely comfortable, but it isn't something that bothers her enough to really protest either. Not when she starts to get used to the stretch of muscle, the way he absolutely fills her up.

He's not the only one who feels like he's forgotten to breathe, if the little noise that leaves her throat is anything to go by, or the way she squirms back against him. "Oh--"

The pressure is delightful, really. Intense in a way that sends aching need through her. There's a shift of her hips when she feels like she's able to move and it only makes her breath hitch again.

For a moment, Bucky can't bring himself to move. If he moved, then he'd lose control too soon, and he wants to make this last at least a little. She's so tight and the sight of her on her knees in front of him is... it's overwhelming.

The moment doesn't last, though. He relaxes, letting out a breath he'd been holding and, and pulls Zemo back to meet his hips as he rocks, pulling back only to thrust again deeper.

He starts slow, experimental.

"That's good," he says belatedly, his voice tight. It's inadequate, but also he has to say something.