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So how does this work?

1. Anonymously post a short prompt. It could be shippy, porny, weird, fluffy, angsty, gen, or whatever else your heart desires.

Remember that a short, open-ended prompt is easier to fill than something highly specific. E.g. "What if Buck and Eddie had exhibitionist sex at the gym?" is more likely to get a fill than "What if Buck and Eddie had sex at the gym, Buck came first, then someone walked in and they never spoke of it again. After a slow burn, they get together while Maddie is giving birth to her and Chimney's third child."

2. If you see a prompt that strikes your fancy, anonymously fill it. Your fill could be 200 words written straight into the comment box, or it could be a multi-part epic. Multiple fills for one prompt are not only acceptable, but awesome.

Note: Deanoning your fic, or posting it to your namespace AO3, Tumblr, Twitter, or any other account, is completely fine, but please wait a week or so to do so, so it can belong totally to the kink meme for a bit. Kink memes are not only for fic, they are also communities; we want to celebrate your fic that you made for this community for a bit before it's released into the wider world.

Second note: Deanoning is NOT required. Your fic can live as an anonymous fill for as long as you please. :)

3. If you post a prompt, try to fill one if you can!

4. Comment on things you're excited about and start discussions. The conversations can be the best part of being on a kink meme! And part of the benefit of being on Dreamwidth is that we are all completely anonymous, so you can deep discuss anything you please without shame.

5. Don't troll, wank, or start discourse. If you don't like a prompt/fill, scroll on past and post something you do like. Treat people well. Harassment will be deleted with prejudice. If you see someone treating people poorly, you can report it here.

Edit: Feel free to post prompts for RPF ships. Let's make sure to only prompt about actively famous people, not relatives or friends of famous people (unless they're famous in their own right), and avoid RPF prompts about real life minors.

Second Edit: Just a reminder to be careful to write out "omegaverse" or "alpha/beta/omega" instead of using the letter abbreviations, as it's a very nasty slur in some parts of the world.

It's that simple! Here is a list of kinks for inspiration, get prompting and have fun!

If anyone is totally new to HTML, I've written up a quick tutorial here; click to expand.

Basic HTML is pretty easy! This is how you make words bold, italicized, underlined, bigger, smaller, etc. You use what are called "tags", and surround the words you want to be affected.

<i>Like this</i>

<b>Or this</b>

<h1>Or this</h1>

That's the raw HTML. When you post a comment, it will change the text. So when you post, the three HTML tags I'm using there would look:

Like this
Or this
Or this

<i></i> = italics
<b></b> = bold
<u></u> = underlined

That's the very basics, and probably all you need for commentfic. Here is a more in-depth guide, and here is the HTML that is usable on Dreamwidth.

You can see new fic in the fills thread, or on Pinboard for clickable links (If you're using a phone, Pinboard will probably be easiest.).

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~~I'm testing out another journal style, since a couple anons pointed out that the current one is hard to navigate on mobile, don't be alarmed! Edit: ugh, I hate what I've created. Bear with me.~~ Okay, I'm just gonna go with the site default, I think, since it's nice and functional. Apologies to anyone who witnessed the various in-between stages of the journal, lol.

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AHHHHH HELLO THIS IS SO HOT AND TENDER AND WONDERFUL. i love how you write eddie's simultaneous eagerness and embarrassment about submitting, and how shannon knows exactly how to give him what he needs. and him thanking her!!!!! oh my god, so good.

CNC where eddie has trouble getting out of his head enough to relax and enjoy sex, so buck drugs him and fucks him while he's barely conscious. bonus for degradation and dirty talk about how he's such a pretty, helpless little toy

I tried to post a nice clickable list of fill on the fill thread, but DW decided to eat the formatting (which I tested first, i think it just saw all the links as spam). Feel free to delete?

Ah yeah, DW doesn't tend to play nice with links in anon comments. But I am working on putting the fills on a Pinboard so that people will have an easier time navigating to them/filtering to find what they want! I'm out and about right now but I will add a link soon.

anon did you crawl into my brain to find this bc oh my god i NEED

when chim was with tatiana he let her fuck other people but he never watched/joined. henren took pity on him and let him watch when they fucked. now he has maddie, and henren want maddie, so henren gets maddie while chim sits in the corner/at the end of the bed like a supportive cuckold.

bonus points for [any combination of] comedy, bossy and mean karen, bush sniffing, oversensitive maddie, and light degradation/verbal humiliation tossed to our good boy howie.

When buck still lived at home his parents pimped him out to their friends. Make it as dark as you want. I’m going to hell for this so you might as well do it up

Can include friends/customers/abusers of any gender

ABSOLUTE PERFECTION THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT

Eddie hates to admit it but he loves Clipboard!Buck. Buck knows this and... does something about it???

OP here- was thinking transfem but transmasc could be hella good too. Dealers choice

When Buck joins the 118 he does so as the station dalmation mascot, kept naked aside from his hood, paw gloves and tail plug. But he's Buck 1.0, and he's not yet learned discipline, he needs to be obedience trained by the team.

Buck cannot stop thinking about Risky Business bulge. All he wants is to lie back on the couch and keep Eddie's balls warm and safe in his mouth.

Oo okay, I have an idea for this actually!

yesssss :D

ohhhhh yeth PLEASE

Yeah, we're not doing this. No one is asking you to like underage fic or parental incest, but it is, in fact, not child pornography, nor is it pedophilia, because there are no children involved. This is fanfiction by and for adults.

true f4f tyvm

tags: mentioned buck/abby, spitting, frottage, fellatio, come eating, boots, touch of brat!buck

The door’s open but someone taps on it, quick and sharp, and Bobby waves them in without a glance up.

It’s a relatively busy night, for Valentine’s Day – or well, any holiday really. They’re in a dry spell now, the swirling lights of red and pink fireworks fizzling out enough for everyone to turn off their destroy-public-property and endanger-my-life-for-poon tendencies and go back to the classics. Heat seeking missile hours, if you will, and Bobby’s going to soak up every second he can get to complete these reports.

The person at the door clears their throat. Bobby grips his pen a little tighter and bares his teeth towards his desk. One breath in, one breath –

“So I’m sitting at this restraunts, right, and it’s so…” Buck trails off with a little laugh. Bobby looks up to find his mouth twisted in a wry way. “I dunno. I pulled a lot of strings to get into this place and I got all…dolled up.” He tugs at his collar, ambling into the room with a sharp draw.
Bobby’s eyes follow the motion. Probie’s got these stubby hands, a chronic case of nail-biting in his youth that doesn’t seem to be going away. They linger on the tie Bobby did up for him just hours before, sliding against the silk before trailing down his front and to his side. He’s got his jacket slung over his shoulder with the other hand.

One step further into the office and he slides it off his shoulder, running a thumb against the lapel with a small, quirked up smile.

“I was thinking about how you said some women don’t like Valentine’s Day. Abby didn’t…” the smile wanes, and Bobby’s heart goes out to the kid – it really does. He knows how long it took to get the reservation so last minute, frantic phone calls and lots of “dude – but – no, I swear” echoing in the changing room after their little party. Abby seemed nice, but he knew it was incompatible the moment she graced the doors to the station. “I dunno, she didn’t seem like she was really into it. Felt like I was trying to…to make her be my something special.”

Bobby watches Buck glance shyly up to him then back down to the jacket, discarding it on the couch. “I’m sorry to hear that, Buck. She seems really nice, despite that.”

Maybe now he can go home to whatever frat house he’s in, imagines a place somehow dumpier than the four padded walls of his own self-inserted hell. Buck’s looking pensive still, a hesitation in his movements as he puts a hand against the door and starts closing it – like he’s surprised at himself for doing it, confused at the way his limb moves. Bobby sighs low and quiet, pushing back the paperwork in front of him to clear a spot for his elbows to rest when he inevitably has to impart wisdom on this kid.

He likes Buck, even though he’s a cock-eyed little shit who gets ahead of himself too often. Maybe tomorrow, when the holiday’s curse is lifted, they can share a couple sparkling waters about the whole thing. Whatever…this thing is.

The door snaps close and Buck takes a step forward. “But I want to celebrate Valentine’s Day. You like Valentine’s Day.”

Bobby arcs an eyebrow. “I’ve been known to enjoy it.”

Buck hums, deep in his throat, takes another step forward without breaking eye contact with Bobby. Fingers back to his collar, he undoes the bow and tosses it behind him, working quickly to undo the first handful of buttons on his short.

Something twists inside Bobby. Mouth runs dry, his fingers flex where they rest on his thighs, and his cock stirs. “What are you doing, Buckley?”

He stops, halfway down his top. His obnoxious tattoo is poking out where it’s fallen open. “I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you.”

Bobby shakes his head and blinks, Buck closer when he focuses back on the world around them. The air in the room’s different, stifled, even with the low hum of the A/C. Scoffs. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.”

At the moniker, Buck drops to his knees without taking his eyes off Bobby. He makes a small motion with his hands like he’s going to drop on all fours but stops himself and pulls them behind his back, arching forward a bit as he scoots on his knee towards Bobby. “I do, Bobby. I spent all this time – “ left knee forward, right shoulder twisted to stay level, “ – and all this, like, so much time worrying. Would she like me? did I do the right thing? And then,” right knee forward, the fabric of his overpriced slacks pulling against the motion, “we got to know each other, really get to know each other. She’s – “ he lets off in a displeased hum. “I realized I liked being told to get to know her more than really getting to know her.”

So he’s playing a game.

If he wants instructions so bad…

“Hands and knees.”

Buck shifts his arms around on command and slaps his palms against the tile. They don’t break eye contact and his back arches, slowly, then slopes down until Bobby can see his ass poke out from behind him. “I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Obviously.”

Buck whimpers, breathe deep and shuffles closer. He’s almost there, one more long stride.

“What is this, Buck?” It’s his captain in front of him, hardening through his pants and barely able to hide it. Buck’s mouth waters. “Abby wouldn’t use you for that quick, meaningless sex you’ve been begging for?” He ends on a soft gasp, hips bucking.

“She would,” comes out cold like the tile under his palms, “use me, I mean. She’d lay on her back and tell me what to do.” Shuffles just shy of a full step until his chin is propped on Bobby’s knee. For all he’s showing off, he doesn’t stare at the bulge he’s aiming for. “Not really what I’m looking for these days.”

“Tell me what you’re looking for, then.”

Buck surges forward the last of the space between them and buries his nose in Bobby’s crotch through his pants, inhaling deeply against the fabric and shuttering out a shakey breath. When he looks back up at Bobby his eyes are blown, a little red on the corners to match the hot flush blossomed on his cheeks and peeking down his shirt. “Real intimacy,” a callback to their earlier conversation. He licks at the fabric and Bobby bites back a moan, gasping short breathes when Buck nips at it with his teeth. “I like being told what to do, for the record.”

“Never would have guessed,” Bobby shoots out with a snort. His hand reaches out like he’s going to wrap his fingers in Buck’s hair but it bounces against the well-gelled coif and he grimaces, pulls it back to rest on his knee. If he puts his thumb out it would rest on the back of Buck’s neck and he – doesn’t do that. “Did you even try to be chivalrous like I said?”

The kid hauls his body in place, knees coming to a bend under him and a hand coming to rest under Bobby’s knee. His fingers are cold from the floor still but burn through the fabric.

“Opened the door for her,” he squeezes the underside of Bobby’s thigh, “complimented her dress and took her jacket,” probably a shawl Bobby thinks as the probie turns his head, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth as he presses ever closer to his bulge. The hand not on Bobby snakes down his body and the meat of his palm presses against his hard-on, trapped and pushing against his pants. “Buttered her rolls,” his breath is wet, “bought her a shitty bottle of expensive wine.”

He suctions his mouth right where Bobby can feel a wet patch forming, under and over and spreading on the fabric of his pants. Bobby can’t help the moan when Buck lays his tongue flat on the spot and it’s reciprocal, Buck fluttering his eyelashes through a groan. Doesn’t break eye contact while he swirls his tongue on the spot and opens his jaw wide, stuffs the bulge in his mouth until he can only smell the musky, dark eau de Bobby Nash against his skin and sucks the fabric like he can pull the taste of him from there.

When he pulls off, there’s a string of thick saliva connecting him them.

“And the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands on my ass and your cock in my mouth.”

Bobby’s growing into a better man, these days.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, kid.”

Buck bites his lip, flutters his eyelashes. He starts to say something but his little groan-breath gets caught in his throat and his hip rolls. “I don’t think I’m asking, Captain.” His hips stutter and he slides his hand from under Bobby’s thigh and to the wet swelling heat between his thighs. “You said there’s always someone else out there that would…” he trails off with a bite to his lips, already red and spit-slick, ragged breathes puffing in and out from the corners.

Throws it all to the wind.

Bobby slides a hand around the back of Buck’s neck, grasping at the small tuft of hair his gel didn’t hit. The kid’s head flops back at the motion like he’s boneless, a hot, hurt sound slipping from his lips as they part. “Anyone in the world and you’re here?” Buck moves to push his head against Bobby’s thigh but the older man holds him there, hand sliding up and breaking up a piece of the hard shape of hair behind his head. He can’t help a low chuckle at the way Buck’s eyes stutter, how his birthmark flushes deep as a target when he gets a fresh handle on the boy.

“I chose you,” Buck breathes, ragged, pulling his other hand away from his clothed cock to trail up Bobby’s leg.

Bobby’s breathes are coming out ragged, his chest heaving, and he brings his other hand to Buck’s cheek. Buck’s hand makes it back to his dick and he’s – well, he chose Bobby, did he not? He wants this, twisted as it may be, wants his probie in every way he’s offering. Spread, open, moving in a delicious sin. The legs on the tile floor are solid, not a hint of tremble from his feet to his back to the hands rubbing his thighs and grazing where his cock is filling out his inseam. Head relaxed in Bobby’s hold, eyes solid on his face as his Captain explores his own.

His thumb brushes the corner of Buck’s red lips and Buck sucks it in without a second thought, flutters his eyelashes as his eyes momentarily roll back then resume their solid, questioning stare.
“Fuck, you want it so bad, don’t you?”

Buck nods, his tongue going flat against the thumb rubbing against the back of his teeth and suckling. One of his hands goes to the older man’s crotch and rubs, his own thumb stationary on the growing wet patch and grinding into the spot while his other fingers explore the fabric pulled taught between his groin and leg. Bobby pulls the digit out and Buck chases the digit, already cock-drunk, before Bobby’s fisting his hair harder, batting his hand away, and smashing his face against his cock.

Hips shutter on both of their ends and Bobby can feel rather than hear the harsh inhale of air Buck takes, nose squished against his cockhead and mouth panting through open mouth kisses – more nudging, the seam over his zipper catching against the pull of his teeth. “Hungry for it,” he chuckles dark, heat spearing his gut at the responding moan.

Buck’s hands come up to his face, rooting around for his Captain’s fly and starting on the buttons while his face stays in place, pulling in another long sniff as he pops the first button. “Starving, Cap fuck,” chokes on a gasping breath and gives his bulge one last thick swipe with his tongue before Bobby’s pulling him back and tilting his face upward. “I wanna suck your cock so bad, Cap, please,” he keeps a string of incomprehensible, begging babbling as he gets Bobby’s pants unbuttoned.

Shuttering at the air on the skin of his belly, a sliver freed from his belt by Buck’s rushed hands, he lets go of Buck’s hair and leans back in his seat, lifting his hips as Buck pulls down his pants and underwear and frees his aching cock. He’ll get the chair cleaned. Might have Buck clean it with his mouth when this is all over. He seems rather…oral fixated.

As if reading his mind, Buck swallows. “Spit in my mouth,” he opens his jaw wide, his tongue out.
Bobby huffs. “Think you’re in a position to tell me what to do?”

“Think we’d be here if I didn’t?”

Bobby leans up at that quickly, grabbing Buck’s jaw in one hand, fingers flexing not unkindly on his ruddy skin. He tilts Buck’s head to the side and spits on his face, saliva hitting his cheekbone and fanning out to his eyelashes, his lips, and trailing down his cheek. Lets go with a rough push, then gives Buck a smack on his wet cheek, rather light but loud with the saliva between their skin.
Buck looks shocked at the action, drunk in the way his eyes widen and darken in one motion. “Fuck,” he breathes, hand on Bobby’s thighs flexing. He’s not looking between them despite working so hard to get here, with Bobby’s thick cock bouncing between them, red and angry and hot enough it’s radiating outward, sucking in all the air Buck’s rasping.

They’re staring at each other – not a fight for dominance in their gazes but something softer. I chose you, Buck said. He can’t mean it, Bobby knows, can’t say those words with feeling when he doesn’t know what brought Bobby here in the first place. To LA, burdened with a grief still incomprehensible to himself much less to the inexperienced gaze trying to open him wide. To the 118, shrouded in lies and disgrace. To this office, here, now, can’t comprehend the guilt swelling in his belly, deep in his gut, hovering just over his crotch where his dick bounces in a wet, sloppy anticipation.

I chose you, Buck said…despite it.

Maybe Bobby’s mask is so solid it’s breaking the space-time continuum, thrown him into a parallel world. That Bobby’s supposed to be here, filling out these long forgotten forms, while that Buck lays over Abby like a blanket and fucks her with all the ferocity of an over-worked, under-played young gazelle. That’s where this one is supposed to be – buried in Abby until her strawberry pubes are tickling his skin and he’s crying into her ear about love and shit. But –

I chose you.

Well, he’s already here.

Leans back in his spot and breathes the alternate versions of them away.

“Suck my cock already, Buckley.”

totally fucked up replying. this is for https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=31196&posted=1#cmt103644 PROMPT: Abby/Buck/Bobby but Buck chooses Bobby over Abby, smut ensues

contin.

The probie wastes no time, ducking down and sucking his head with shallow cheeks and a wondering tongue. Bobby’s cock isn’t anything too special, slightly longer than normal and bent a little to the right and flushed a deep red along the shaft where Buck’s got one of his hands now, curled around it to keep it stationary while his eyes roll back and he envelopes the length in his mouth. Moaning around it like it’s water in a desert. He’s hot, short breathes coming from his nose, and he swallows around Bobby as he forces his head down Bobby’s cock, scooting forward on his knees so he can get a good angle to keep going.

Bobby brushes the back of his throat and can’t stop his hips from snapping at the motion, a punched and drawn out expletive filling the room. His hand comes down to fist in Buck’s hair – curls first to break up the gel keeping it in place and again to grip the loosened locks – and he pulls the kid back. Buck pops off with an obscene sound, ragged breaths forced through the spit and pre-cum gathered on his top lip and dripping from his bottom – eyes on him, always with his eyes on Bobby, red rimmed and wet enough his eyelashes are clumping, his hands coming up to wrap around Bobby’s cock.

“Don’t hurt yourself, kid.”

Buck hums back and gives a short nod, moving sideways and mouthing the length of Bobby’s dick. One hand travels to his balls and he handles them expertly, rolling around his damp palm and two fingers giving the slightest pinching pressure along the seam of Bobby’s skin. From this angle, the way he twists and curves his back to slot into place, Bobby can see how strained Buck is down below. His pants are keeping him contained but barely, tenting out and feeding his own wet spot with each shallow thrust into nothing Buck gives as he wraps his tongue around Bobby without shame.

“Could be mean, a little,” Buck says in the second he allows himself to disengage from Bobby – then he’s back, tongue flat against the width of the bottom of Bobby’s dick as he moves back and forth on the length. He hits the bush of Bobby’s pubes and stills, buries his nose in them and inhales deeply, eyes closed and hips jerking at the motion.

Bobby moves without thought until he’s pressed to Buck’s cock, flexes his ankle so the top of his boot is flat against the mound and his knee is prodding into Buck’s chest. “You’re doing so good, sweet boy,” he mumbles, fingers tensing in Buck’s hair. He drags Buck’s face along his cock until the kid is mouthing it again, teeth and tongue colliding as his head is manhandled – pulls him away a little and chuckles something dark when Buck fights against the motion to keep his mouth in place. “I’ll punish you when I think you deserve it.”

That acts as a magic phrase, Buck’s body turning to jelly as he jackrabbits against Bobby’s boot and moves to swallow his cock again – shallow to start, his cheeks hollowed as he tongues at the slit on Bobby’s straining cock head, then his tongue goes flat and he’s humming as Bobby gives into shallow thrusts. The hand on his balls tightens, pulls a little, and Bobby can’t help but put his other hand on Buck’s face, cup his jaw just under his ear and brush his thumb on the seam of Buck’s mouth where it’s stretched out around his dick. Buck pulls himself down the length until there’s space for the digit to slip in.

“Such a good cock-sucker, God,” he drawls as he pulls the skin on Buck’s mouth until he can’t pull any farther, Buck looking up at him with glassy, loaded and dripping eyes. The kid sinks down further, goes til Bobby’s finger is brushing against his cock, then keeps going. He gags and stills, a tear slipping down and splashing against Bobby’s hand.

Bobby feels a sharp intake of air against his finger and uses the hand in Buck’s hair to pull him in further, goes until Buck’s hips are shaking instead of jerking. Probie’s mouth hits his own fingers around the base of Bobby’s cock and the hand moves to Bobby’s thigh so he can be led to home base. Bobby pulls his thumb from Buck’s lips and that’s all the space he needs to bottom out, gagging against the feel of Bobby in the back of his throat and burying his nose in the wirey hairs in front of him.

“Just relax, baby,” Bobby encourages, both hands now on either side of Buck’s head. His own chest is heaving. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this, electrified and relaxed and a hair’s breath from something resembling pleasure. Buck drags in another sniff of Bobby’s heat and blinks up at him. “You’re doing so good. Fuck, kid,” he gives another shallow thrust into Buck’s mouth, the boy responding with a clicking sound as he gags, a small glob of precum and saliva dripping from where his lips break their seal. “Can I fuck your face?”

Buck’s eyes slide closed and his shoulders bounce up and down as if he’s taking a deep breath, and that’s all the confirmation Bobby needs that he’s still lucid enough to grasp Buck’s head and drag the kid up and down his cock. Buck takes it in stride, lets himself be used, and Bobby uses him. Pulls him in until his eyes start rolling back and pushes him off for nothing more than a ragged, fucked-out deep breath before slamming him back, all the way down, drooling the whole way.

“So good like this, Buck, fuck,” Bobby gasps out. He’s working Buck up and down his cock with abandon now, the slippery feeling of his mouth inching him closer and closer to orgasm. Holds Buck at the hilt a few moments longer than the last, fingers flexing in his hair until Bobby can see his skin flush deeper than he’d seen yet and fingers pinching at his thigh.

Pulls Buck off and relishes in the way the boy’s breathing, coughing up globs of opaque saliva and choking through rough, ragged breaths. He doesn’t pull in enough air before he’s back to Bobby’s dick.

“Eager Beaver,” Bobby chuckles, then groans when Buck twists his tongue just right. “I’m gonna come, Buck, I – “ he starts to pull on Buck’s hair but Buck fights him, moves the arm laying against his thigh to grasp at Bobby’s hips and uses the leverage to sink even further. He leans up into the angle, his hips snapping back to live and rubbing against Bobby’s boot in frantic movements.

“Can you swallow my cum, slut?” Buck hums wantonly at the question, the hand around Bobby’s waist tightening. Bobby holds his head in place and thrusts up, drags out obscene wet sounds from Buck’s fuckin’ soul, punches out my thrust good thrust boy – then the dam snaps, his abdomen flexes and stutters, and he spills deep in Buck’s throat.

He babbles praise as Buck swallows nearly all of it down, tightening on the head of his cock with each contraction of his throat and riding out Bobby’s waves. Beads of cum form on the corners of his mouth and he widens his lips, sucks a breath in, and swallows that down too.

When he’s finally spent, Buck pulling his softening dick into a hot, tight suckle until he’s twitching in overstimulation, he cradles Buck’s head, scratches lightly at his scalp until he disengages. “So good, baby, fuck, look at you,” Buck whines, bites his lip and lifts his hips to rub against Bobby’s boot again. “You deserve more than that, sweetheart, come here.”

Bobby puts his hands under Buck’s armpits and hauls the kid towards him, maneuvering his limbs with a chuckle when he finds Buck can’t do much more than jerk his hips back and forth carelessly, loosely, seeking friction until he’s sat on Bobby’s thigh and falls forward onto his Captain. Bobby bounces his leg that Buck’s riding and Buck keens high in his throat.

“So good, Bobby, you – “ Buck smacks his lips against Bobby’s throat, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. “You taste so good, Cap, thank you – “ he mouths at Bobby’s throat, drags his hips forward on Bobby’s thigh slowly once, then snapping quickly after. “So hot, fuck, so ha – so happy here, so – “

Bobby palms Buck’s ass and turns his head and pulls Buck to his mouth, nips at his lips and licks his way inside to swallow whatever else he was poised to say. Buck gasps at the intrusion and his hips lose their groove – not a problem, as Bobby grips the meat of his ass and guides him in the motions, back and forth and back and forth in quick succession. His ass clenches hard with each upswing and the feeling of his hard muscles is something Bobby’s sure he could get addicted to, right next to the feel of Buck’s firehose hard against the soft flesh of his thigh and his mouth begging for more more more

Buck sucks on Bobby’s tongue and he feels…

Bobby pulls back, one hand snaking up to cup the back of Buck’s neck. “Come on, baby,” Buck’s eyes are blown and they roll back at the motion, jackrabbiting again. “You did so good today, Buck, come for me, ok?”

Buck nods, snapping his hips so fast Bobby loses his grip on the boy’s ass and then – there it is, one more, come on, baby – he comes with a garbled moan, arms squeezing Bobby’s middle. His forehead lands against Bobby’s and the Captain smirks at the blissed out look on his face, chuckles as he pulls Buck in for a slow, wet make out as he rides out the aftershocks. His pants are gone to the wind now, might as well call them up and toss them out.

In his mouth, Buck moans, on his lap, Buck works through slow strokes until he finally stills.

“So fucking hot,” he says into Bobby’s mouth, releasing his hold on Bobby’s middle and reaching up to thumb at Bobby’s chin. “You’re incredible, Bobby, like –“

“Shut up, Buckley.”

Buck hums in agreement, letting himself be pulled back to Bobby’s mouth. They stay there for too long, Buck adjusting until he’s got both legs bracketing Bobby’s lap with his feet swinging back and forth. At some point Buck pulls back with a laugh, looking down at himself where he’s straddling Bobby with Bobby’s soft dick hanging between his legs, and he can barely get the joke out before his Captain is swatting his hand away and hissing about refractory periods.

At the end of it, Bobby gives him his apartment key.

“Clean yourself up and wait for me.” He stops in front of Buck on his way out, clad in a new pair of pants and chasing the alarm, leans in and places a soft kiss on his birthmark. “Count to 60 before you leave. I’ll text you the address, and there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

Buck shakes his head quickly, the dried lines of saliva and splotches of cum on his face highlighting in the fluorescents. “Not for food. When you get there will you – “ the doorknob to the office jingles, then there’s a pounding on the door and Hen’s voice calls out we gotta move, cap!

Bobby clicks his teeth, drawing Buck in for a quick and short kiss. Buck melts into him, holds on tight when Bobby pulls back, and giggles when Bobby pops his ass and pushes him away with a goofy, wide smile. He stumbles back, hip catching on the corner of Bobby’s desk. “Eat something, kid. You’ll need the energy.”

Buck chose Bobby. It only makes sense Bobby keeps Buck.

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for the prompt: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=31196
filled here: https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=103644#cmt103644

YAAAAAAAAY 🍾 happy valentines day to us all

Phew. I second this. Those hands are just unf

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Kink Meme

Or this

Re: tell me (what you'd do to me tonight)

buddie CNC, drugged sex

Re: Ask a question/report a problem

Re: Ask a question/report a problem

Re: buddie CNC, drugged sex

henren + maddie, cuckchim

Buck/OMCs

Re: Buck/OMCs

Re: tell me (what you'd do to me tonight)

Clipboard!Buck/Eddie

Re: Henren

Buck/team puppyplay

Buddie - teabagging

Re: buddie CNC, drugged sex

Re: buddie CNC, drugged sex

Re: BuckTommy

Re: buck/eddie/chris

Re: FILL – i'll make you banana pancakes

FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?

Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?

FILLED

Re: buck/eddie/chris

Re: FILLS Anyone in the world and you're here?

Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?

Re: BuckTommy