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weewookinkmeme) wrote2025-05-20 10:34 am
Kink Meme
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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:<i>Like this</i><b>Or this</b><h1>Or this</h1>
Like this
Or thisOr this
<i></i> = italics <b></b> = bold <u></u> = underlinedThat'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.
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FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?
(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)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.”
Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?
(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 02:43 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here?
(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 03:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here? - OP here
(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 10:10 am (UTC)(link)This was absolutely everything. I love the insight in Bobby's mind and how you incorporated that into all of this. I am also such a sucker for Bobby's darker and more dominant side, especially paired with Buck's bratty but actually very love-seeking self. It's all perfectly used here. And between the filthy smut the sprinkles of some sweet affection and something beautiful blossoming between them.
I mean: “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.” -- Oh god, that's the whole vibe right there.
Thank you so much for filling this. This was absolutely magnificent!
Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here? - OP here
(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here? - OP here
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(Anonymous) 2025-05-25 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here? part 2
(Anonymous) 2025-05-27 05:06 am (UTC)(link)a bobby&abby moment the next day, implied buck/bobby
Bobby’s doing paperwork about all the babies being born.
Technically, he’s waiting on broth to boil for the egg-drop soup he’s making. Stocky, hearty, and easy to reheat when he takes the leftovers home. To – well, he’ll say it – home to where there’s a partially naked 26 year old drooling on his scratchy sheets, well fucked and exhausted with it, loose on the inside and massaged with coconut oil on the outside (he pulled it from Bobby’s cabinet – so it’s food safe, Buck said). Waiting for him. And food. And his cock.
The night’s been a total conundrum – there for one expected mother and left with three new lives behind them. The mom sent to the hospital made it out of labor with little intervention, and right now he’s scratching out the women’s information and trying not to flag when he writes the name Robert Carhart. Not named after him, promise. Thank God.
Buck would have loved it – tripped through the whole night like the other probie did, probably would have called out his own name as a suggestion. Two of them were boys. Wouldn’t that be something. A Bobby and a Buck right next to each other. He’ll have to tell Buck about this when he gets home – moves faster at the thought, scribbles out baby Carhart’s dimensions and pulls out his phone to get the notes on Hen and Chim’s night.
He’s got a text from Buck. It’s a fuzzy picture of instant oatmeal in a plastic bowl pushed against his face, a wide boyish smile crinkling everything from a drastically high angle. He’s a little red, looks almost winded. Bobby presses the notification to get a better look and –
Yup, his dick and balls are out in the kitchen.
“Bobby!”
He shoots up, slams his phone face down on the table with a quick press to the power button. “Abby!”
Abby’s in her dispatch polo. Judging from the drop of coffee stains down her side and her frizzy hair, she’s just got off a shift. Full moon and all that, she looks better for wear than some of his men.
“Hi! Wow, I just –“ she waves her forearms around in circles in front of her and he approaches her with a hand out, “well, Chimney and Henrietta worked a call with me tonight, sort of, I came by to thank them for everything.” She pats her pocket. “Can’t go wrong with a coupon for donuts.”
“That’s the truth,” chuckles like he knows it or something.
“Yeah,” she shifts a shoulder so some of her hair falls forward. He wasn’t lying – she’s pretty and easy to talk to, competent on the other side of his radio, caring. Buck’s an open book, and well…given a little more time, maybe some growing on Buck’s end, and it could have worked out that way. “Hey, do you know where I can find Buck?”
“Oh, sleeping. I gave him the day off. Apparently he had a busy night.” Bobby pulls his belt up a little at that. Peacocking. Pea-cocking – he’s gotta rush home the second his shift over. Buck’s waiting on the soup. And his cock.
Abby sighs. “You probably heard about it, then.”
“He did mention something about a…buttered roll?”
“Oh, gosh,” head in her hands. “Worst date in the world.”
He quips back, little inflection of malic and a double entendre that drags her head up with a playful groan and a swat at his shoulder.
“Do you, um, do you know – like, where he is? I drove by his place and his jeep wasn’t there…” she peers over the railing. Chimney turns quickly and marches to the ambulance. “And no offense, it’s very nice to see you again, and maybe don’t tell Henrietta I said this. I kinda came here for Buck, though.” Looks back at him with her nose scrunched up as she says it.
Bobby puts a hand in the air, opposite the slight smirk in his smile. “Don’t have to convince me about that. He’s at m-uhh,” his air of confidence flies out of him quickly, straining, “mmmmmy. Uh. Myy – “ oh he could really do with an alarm right now.
Abby’s nodding along, eyebrows disappearing into her glasses as she follows his stuttering. “He’s at…your place? Sleeping?” He nods back, numb. “So he left our date early to go stay with you…?” She’s looking him up and down and he’s fighting off something on his tongue, something mean about how he said he wanted to stay there forever when he felt the water pressure, said it through garbled little moans while Bobby cleaned him up after a post-shift fuck that left them seeing the same stars.
The alarm goes off, blessed be.
He puts a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. “I’ll tell him to call you, Abby.” Pats it and brushes past her, twists off the oven, and flies away. “It was good to see you, really.”
He’s halfway down the stairs when she calls out to him, bites her lip and tucks an incredibly thick chunk of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be waiting for it.”
Shoots her a thumbs up. There’s a little nic along the pad of it, dull and thinly healed over.
Buck’s doing – twerp.
Re: FILL: Anyone in the world and you’re here? part 2 - OP
(Anonymous) 2025-05-28 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)Mischievous season 1 Buck at his finest, I laughed so hard, poor Bobby. I bet he has all kinds of conflicting feelings about that. I just love Bobby in this fic.
I mean: Bobby pulls his belt up a little at that. Peacocking. Pea-cocking – he’s gotta rush home the second his shift over. Buck’s waiting on the soup. And his cock.
That line is absolutely the vibe. It's just delicious.
I again love the insight in Bobby's thoughts, his confidence but also knowing he can't shout it from the rooftops because there is a lot of figuring out to do here. And for Abby, you lost out on a very lovable young man.
You are spoiling us with this post! Great job!
Re: FILL: Part 3 - final
(Anonymous) 2025-06-01 02:59 am (UTC)(link)abby/buck, bobby/buck, and a smidge of abby/buck/bobby
Bobby gets home to find Abby Clark on his couch. She’s spread out on one corner of it and made herself comfortable, a water bottle tipped at her side and her body relaxed. Bucks on the opposite end, a shy smile on his face to bounce off her wide one, Bobby's shorts tight on his thighs and a worn-out St Paul hoodie falling off his neck and shoulders.
Buck stiffens the second Bobby's visible in the doorway, stays the way while Bobby slowly closes the door. Bobby's a little stiff, too, flagging now at the sight of them. There’s an unanswered text on his phone, the last of a nearly harsh string of messages following Bucks impromptu nudie about respectable behaviour when one or both of them are on the clock. It featured mostly frowny faces and cheeky monikers from Buck's side and somehow that made his stomach flip even harder when he dropped the instructions to call Abby.
It's the chivalrous thing to do, Bobby said, and Buck replied with another frowny face, his face this time, in a selfie where he was blessedly not dick and balls out in the kitchen. Do you just like looking at yourself? Bobby sent back with a fond chuckle after a solid 5 minutes studying the photo. Buck sent back another where he’s shirtless, propped up on his bathroom counter, close to the mirror and angled upwards so there’s two versions of him peering up through his eyelashes. Don’t you?
The lord is giving him strength with the same hand it's being taken from him. He’s in the rig and he shoots off a Call Abby before the phone goes deep in pocket and stays there until - well, the plan was to hook it up to the charger while he reheats the soup and has Buck play the part of a disciplined rent boy. But now, here, there's Abby. Abby, who is now...stretching in place, her legs straight out from the couch. Her water bottle falls and Buck swoops down for it, sits it on the coffee table. She hums a thank you and Buck turns his eyes to Bobby.
“I’m sorry, Bobby, but – “
“I told you to call her, didn’t I?” He moves to the kitchen and starts unloading containers of soup and rice.
“Probably didn’t expect me to show up here, though,” Abby blows a raspberry, “I didn’t expect to come by either. Buck here’s just too persuasive.” There’s something in her eyes that makes him think that’s not quite true. “Don’t have to tell you that, though, do I?”
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“If you’ll have me,” she blinks like she’s surprised at the question. “I’ve heard you’re good in the kitchen.”
Maybe it’s the little devil in him that makes him scoff at her words – she doesn’t have to tell him about Buck, duh, not when Buck’s standing from the couch with a small wince and hobbles the first couple steps towards the kitchen. He comes to stand next to Bobby, turned away from the view into the living room. He’s sporting a little pout still, looking all the scalded puppy he is.
“I wanted to, I dunno…”
“Show her what she was missing?”
Buck flushes down his neck. Whines low, “Bobby, you told me to call her.”
Bobby bites back another ‘it’s the right thing to do.’ It’s getting a little redundant. He chances a glance to Abby still in the living room, taping on her phone and trying not to make it obvious she’s invested in their conversation. It lights up something in him, this dark pit down in his belly, and he uses that flame to draw him closer to Buck until he’s all but crowding him against the counter. Buck reaches to put his hands on Bobby’s hips but Bobby puts them on the counter, leans forward until he’s got Buck leaning backwards.
“I didn’t say it with a monkey paw, did I?” He thumbs at Buck’s chin.
The probie lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what that means.”
The thumb on Buck’s chin travels to his bottom lip, Bobby’s own turned up in a short laugh. Abby’s gaze flicks up to them and quickly moves down to her hands. “It means you’re being a brat.” Buck frowns and Bobby leans in, pulls his bottom lip down with his finger and places a featherlight kiss on his top lip. The kid chases it when he pulls back. “And greedy.”
“Not being greedy,” he mumbles.
Bobby thumbs his lip again, pensive. “Maybe that’s just me, then.” He lets go of one of Buck’s hands and it comes up quickly, wraps around Bobby’s middle and pulls the older man forward so he’s buried his head in Bobby’s neck, tucked in until he’s mouthing at the skin under Bobby’s ear.
Abby’s watching them now, lips parted and eyes low. That flame’s back in his belly. He cups Buck’s head and coaxes him out of his neck and into his mouth – the kid goes willingly, wanting, moving his tongue in Bobby’s mouth like he’s searching for gold at the end of a rainbow. He moans a little with it, they both do once he’s found that sweet spot that makes Bobby forget where they are for a moment.
It’s a quick moment, though, and soon enough Bobby’s pulling back and opens his eyes to meet Abby’s. Buck’s busy, moved onto his jaw and neck, and she follows him. Adjusts in her spot until her legs are at a steadier angle, flat lap, and one hand is clenching and unclenching on her thigh. He almost feels smug. What was she thinking, letting him leave? Is she regretting it now, maybe, watching Buck fall into his arms and take what he wants from someone who will give it?
Is she – covetous?
He feels a thrill at the thought.
“Buck,” low, then, “baby,” louder, when Buck doesn’t respond. The kid pulls away at that and Bobby pulls his eyes from Abby’s to meet Buck’s – wide, blown, birthmark flushed and lips parted. He looks fuzzy, focused to a pinpoint of Bobby’s voice. “Thought you weren’t being greedy, hm?”
Buck breathes out a sorry that lets him know he’s anything but.
“Why don’t you show me how chivalrous you can be?” He looks past Buck to Abby. She’s flushed, looking at him like she’s looking through him. “He said he was a gentleman on your date, did he lie to me?”
“Gosh no,” her voice is solid, thick, and it seems to startle Buck, who turns his head to her and his body closer to Bobby’s. “He did everything right, mostly. Until he left…for you, that is.”
The flame in his belly dies for all of the time it takes for him to look down to Buck, turned back to him and that fuzzy look back in his eyes, searching out Bobby’s voice. Bobby’s direction.
Bobby takes a step back, Buck’s arm falling from him. “Be a gentleman and show Abby how good you can be while I reheat dinner.” Buck furrows his eyebrows, looks back at Abby then to Bobby and all but tilts his head in question. Bobby can’t help the chuckle that escapes him at the motion. “You wanted to play host. Go on, baby.”
He does, slowly at first, one step forward towards his Captain in the kitchen before he’s redirected around the island and towards the living room. Abby’s tuned into his steps, moves in her seat until her back is straighter, and her smile slides back into place the closer he gets. She sets her glasses on the end table next to her and downs the last of her water bottle before he’s in front of her, both of them turning to look at Bobby moving around the kitchen now.
Abby’s eyes flitter from disbelief to thanks with one blink, and Buck’s still questioning, looking at him with his brows high and his bottom lip between his canines. “Like – Bobby?”
The adults look towards him in tandem.
Bobby opens his mouth to say – “Come here, baby,” Abby says for him, one hand reaching out and pulling him the rest of the way to her. He follows the hand down, lets it pull him until he’s sat with his thighs bracketing hers, one hand on her waist and the other still in her hand where she pulls it to her mouth and kisses his palm. “You’re such a good listener, hm? Doing what your Daddy tells you?”
Buck whips his head to Bobby at that, who gives a sardonic laugh back. “We don’t talk like that, Abby.”
“I don’t know, he looks a little excited – “
“We don’t talk like that, Abby.” Bobby repeats, hard. Even if – if Buck wanted that, they wouldn’t. He nods to Buck who nods back then turns to the stove, pot in hand. “Be courteous or leave.”
“Of course, Bobby,” then back to Buck with a sugar sweet, sing-song voice, “Hi, Buck.”
“Hi, Abby,” Bobby hears him say back, voice far away. He turns on the burner and works on getting the heat up while he listening to the loud, overexaggerated sounds of them kissing. It’s wet, reminds him of the Buck of yesterday who made those same noises against his sternum, let out the same low moans when Bobby worked him open to spread him wide.
Re: FILL: Part 3 - final
(Anonymous) 2025-06-01 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Still feels like it’s misplaced, he thinks as he turns the soup on low and makes his way to them. Buck’s been shed of the hoodie and his hands are under Abby’s shirt, under her bra while she’s got her pants down to her ankles on her hands grasping Buck’s thighs. Her eyes are closed, head titled back, and he’s licking up the expanse of skin available through the open buttons of her polo.
They look – good, complimentary. Hard body on soft frame, the lead taken from below and Buck rutting into the space between her thighs where he sits. If she’s covetous then he’s put to death therefor what is earthly in front of him, thick with abundance of his possession. His Buck. There’s still no words put to it, but Buck reacts bodily when he’s near – prefers to run into hard, he’s discovered of the kid, and the immoral feeling swirling in his belly grows until it’s so big it turns to dust when they’re together.
Bobby settles next to them, cup of water in hand. “Buck,” and Buck lifts from his position, stills his hips, turns to Bobby with his lips parted like he’s been summoned. “Water,” and he lifts the cup to Buck’s lips and he tilts with him, waterfalling a handful of gulps and breathing hard when Bobby pulls the cup back.
“Thank you, Bobby,” Buck leans into him but Bobby pushes him back with a tut, nodding his head towards Abby. Buck takes the hint, happily, eyes a little hungries than they were before, and dives back into Abby. Lifts her shirt to reveal – Bobby’s in awe – a completely average tan support bra with pink print lace along the elastic.
Maybe this was, in fact, not her plan for the night. Huh.
“Good kid,” Abby says to him, eyes low and still with that little tilt to her lips.
“Yeah,” Bobby says, nonchalant, “you should know that, though.”
She flexes her hand on his thighs, thrusts upward with a small breath as his tongue trails down her chest. “He’s something, that’s for sure.”
He runs his hand up and down Buck’s back, places an off-hand kiss to the boy’s shoulder, then lets his hand wonder farther south and between their bodies. “All worked up off my boy, aren’t you, Abby?” She gasps at the way his fingers tap on her wet underwear, arches upwards and into Buck. Bobby can feel her pussy throb, really, rubs two fingers in an opening motion downwards before circling his thumb on her clit through the fabric.
His other hand comes up until it’s cupping the back of Buck’s head, pulls his attention and mouth away from her chest to meet him in a clash of tongue and teeth. Buck moans into it, lists off to the side and melts his shoulder into Bobby’s chest as he deepens it. Bobby releases his head and tweaks his nipple and he thrusts upwards onto Abby – chances a glance at her without letting go of Buck and she’s –
“Buck, baby,” he says against their lips, “don’t leave your guest wanting.”
Buck groans low, and Bobby lets him show off a little as he sucks Bobby’s tongue out of his mouth and into his own. Desired effect, of course, as Abby pushes her hips forward and upward and groans out, “oh, fuck yeah,” and Buck moves with the motion, jostles and takes Bobby’s tongue with him. He pulls back and replaces his tongue with his fingers, damp with Abby’s heat, and Buck rolls them around in his mouth.
The kid’s eyes are blown to hell, only a thin circle of blue visible, his chest flush under his sparce chest hair, and he lifts a hand to circle Bobby’s wrist. He starts to push them in deeper, gag with it, but Bobby fights back with an ‘ah ah ah’ that makes Buck whine and extract the fingers, places them on Abby’s chest along the edge of her bra while he lowers himself down Abby’s front.
“You taste so good, Abby,” Buck says along her chest, then down to her sternum and finally along the edge of her panties – a different shade of pink than the lace on her bra with a loose thread that Buck suck into his mouth with the patch of skin he’s focused on, hands massaging into her hip and slipping into the edge of the panties. “Can I…?” He flicks his eyes up to Abby in question.
Without words, they both turn their eyes and question to Bobby.
He nods, breath steady, and Buck shimmies her panties down to her ankles alongside her pants. Buck ducks down, places two kisses on the thighs and noses her lips open for the rest of him. In a move that looks like it strains his eyes, Buck looks towards Bobby as he places his tongue on her cunt flat, laps up once, slowly, and maintains eye contact until he’s suckling on her clit and her hands come down into his hair.
She squeezes her hold on his head and his eyes roll back, one hand slipping under his chin and into her cunt. Her head goes back on his boneless, lifeless couch and his eyes slide closed as his tongue circles her clit again, comes up for a deep breath, and pitches forward back into her.
Bobby steps away to the bedroom and comes back in loose clothes with a bottle of lube – nearly empty, surprisingly not expired before the events of the night before – and is met with Abby’s humorous smile and Buck’s waiting, worried face. “I was gone for just a moment, guys.”
Abby runs a hand through Buck’s hair soothingly, the kid leaning into it. “I told you he’d be right back, baby,” she coos, then to Bobby, “you have to give him a warning, next time.”
“This won’t be happening again, so no worries there.” They lock eyes and hers remain steady on him, humorous for a whole new reason. He settles next to them, turned in, and leans to place a kiss on Buck’s forehead. Buck whines at him, drenched in Abby’s juice from his nose to his chin, and it’s enough to coerce a huff of a laugh from Bobby. He places another quick peck on Buck’s forehead, thumbs at his temple. “Are you having fun, Buck?”
Buck nods, chin sliding on Abby’s thigh slick with her release. He frees the hand on her hip and burrows his fingers in the fabric of Bobby’s sweats like he’s going to find a way into them. The hand remaining n Abby pumps back and forth idly.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He runs a thumb over Buck’s birthmark, smooths his eyebrow down when it furrows. “This is the last time you’ll be with Abby, is that what you want?” Buck flicks his eyes to Abby, who’s watching them, rapt. Back to Bobby, he nods, and grins wide to match Bobby’s own smile down at him. “Words, Buck.”
“Yes,” it comes out hoarse and he clears his throat, “tha’s okay.”
“That’s what you want?”
Buck flicks his eyes to Abby again quickly. “What I want.”
“I’m very glad to hear that,” and Buck buzzes with the praise. “Now make her cum, okay?”
“Will – “
“I’ll be right here, baby.”
That seems to placate Buck. He blinks slowly once, twice, then nods again and turns back to Abby, licking his way back between her legs and moves with a new sense of urgency. His other hand reaches towards her belly and flexes on her skin.
Bobby pulls himself closer to them and rubs a hand on Buck’s ass, slips his hand down the part where the shorts are stretched tight across his cheeks, goes low until he’s palming Buck’s balls and rock hard cock through the fabric. He’s so wet that the patch of pre-come stretches down his length almost in totality. Buck’s hips stutter at the intrusion and
He slips his hand down the back of Buck’s – his – shorts into his warm hole in one slick swoop. The lube pools around his fingers where they disappear inside and Bobby pulls the shorts down the rest of the way, hooking them around his balls so his dick is still trapped. He trails his thumb down his taint and Buck flies backwards into him at the motion.
He uses his other hand to grasp the nape of Buck’s neck, pushing him back into Abby’s cunt. “Stay there until she’s done, Buck,” he tuts, looking up at Abby as she slips a third finger in. “He’s so greedy, Abby, sorry.”
“Oh,” she gasps as Buck twists his wrist in her. Bobby catches it and does an opposing motion into him – Buck does the same motion into her. Funny boy. “No need to apologize. Thank you for sharing.”
“Not sharing.”
“Then,” a low groan, her head lolling back against his couch again, “what is this?”
Buck leans back, arches his back as Bobby finds his prostate and holds his head in place, moans vibrating through his mouth and onto Abby’s clit, making her flex his thighs as he speeds up his mouth. Bobby’s mouth waters at the motion and he slides against the bundle of nerves again, relishes in the way he has to hold Buck’s head in place again as he tries to lean into the motion.
“This is me showing off, mostly,” it comes out a near growl, his own cock finally aching enough he can’t ignore it. “You came here for absolution, right? One last tango?”
She smiles in a way that bares her teeth, dripping sweet.
Bobby slips his hand out of Buck and slaps his ass once, hard. The hand on his neck slides down the kid’s back and he reaches into his sweats to grasp his own cock. Buck remains in place, blissed out, the fingers inside Abby’s cunt pumping without rhythm as he rocks back and forth, lets out lewd moans and filthy wet smacks as he works her up and down. The hand on her belly trails to her thigh and he lifts her leg on his shoulder, Abby shuttering and mouthing silent words as she follows his rocking motion, meets him on his up-swings with her down-swings.
Bobby stands, finally, legs exhausted but solid, lines himself up at a frankly awkward bend of his knees, and slips his cock in Buck like nothing – like a hot knife on warm butter, as if Buck’s been keeping himself open all day for this moment. Hell, he might have. He’s only been Bobby’s for a short time but he’s showed how ready he is to take it all, grab Bobby by the skin and pull him in until they’re melding into one solid weight, two sides of the same song and dance.
He pushes in halfway then pulls back and rocks forward, hard, until he’s nearly fully seated, and he watches as the thrust ripples through Buck and into Abby, who’s head falls back completely. Her other leg comes up to Buck’s shoulder and she pulls him in, shutters with breathy moans. “Buck, Buck, yeah, right there.”
“Hear her, baby?” Bobby murmurs, slapping Buck’s asscheek as he thrusts back and forth. If he maybe – yeah, this is more comfortable, propped with his hip against the coffee table, angle just right to drill into Buck’s prostate again. “You’re doing so good, she’s almost there.”
“Almost, just,” her thighs squeeze Buck’s head in place and his hands pump in one, two – then she’s full body shuttering, one leg tightening on his back and the other raising into the air, shaking. “Yes, fuck, yes!” He can nearly hear her gush against him, can certainly hear the way Buck sucks and comes up for short, shallow breathes as he rides her out.
Abby keeps him there for, in his opinion, too long, and when she finally pulls her head up it’s to make direct eye contact with Bobby, flick down to Buck rocking back and forth between them, then back to him.
“Feel good?” Bobby slows a bit, keeping a steady rhythm in and out of Buck as the kids tries his best to stay in place, pitiful little mewls dancing between them. “My boy make you feel good?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
“Good.”
Bobby folds over Buck’s back, wraps his arms around Buck’s middle, and pulls him upwards into his chest until Bobby’s fully sat on the coffee table, Buck fucking back onto his cock with jelly legs and simmering want. Abby’s legs fall off with the motion so she’s spread wide in front of them, slick and shimmering from her flaming hot cunt to her bush and down her thighs.
Buck arches his back until his head is turned enough to mouth at Bobby’s chin. “Did – did I – “
“You did good, Buck.”
“So good,” Abby adds, still catching her breath. Buck pays her no mind, eyes searching Bobby’s face, until Bobby uses his hand to roughly wipe his face free of her come and pulls him in for a deep, harsh kiss. “You take him so well, Buck – “
Bobby snaps his hips just right and Buck pulls back with a gruff gasp.
“Leave.”
Abby’s leg twitches. “Excuse me?”
“Leave.” Bobby moves his hands until he’s gripping Buck’s hips and he can’t help the possessive, deep laugh he chokes out as Buck moves with him, on his tip toes, bouncing up and down with his head thrown back and his mouth open in a silent ‘o’. “He’s mine now. Leave.”
And then he just – kinda forgets about her. His head falls into the curve of Buck’s eck and they stay that way, attached, Buck gasping out “fuck” and ‘Bobby’ and ‘right there, right, fuck, yes’ while Bobby licks against his sweaty skin, drinks in the sounds of his possession.
Buck detaches, lifts himself up on wobbly legs, and Bobby does in fact growl at the motion until Buck turns and comes back to him, knees on either side of his hip, slides back onto Bobby’s cock and pulls the older man’s mouth to his. He tastes like pussy, something Bobby knew would happen but hates to be proven right of, and Bobby licks every corner of his cheeks and teeth he can reach to wash the memory out.
“Mine,” he groans, hips snapping up to meet Buck’s.
“Yours, Bobby, fuck, I’m yours,” Buck says like a mantra, trying to keep his mouth against Bobby’s as he bounces on the older man. “Yours, god, yours forever, fuck.”
Bobby slips a hand between them and squeezes Buck’s cock, just once, and the boy is stuttering, mewling, coming all over Bobby’s shirt – distantly, he hears the front door close with a distinct clicking. “Good boy, good sweet boy,” Bobby says, kissing up the kid’s jaw. “Hold yourself up for just a second, baby, my good boy, my – “
Buck babbles back, a string of barely legible ‘okay’s and ‘yes’s, and Bobby grips his hips in their new position and snaps his hips with abandon, feeling the cool air against his taint on and off and on and off, groans into Buck’s neck and finally comes.
Buck collapses against him, wiggles his hips to keep Bobby in him. Their chests rise and fall in tandem as the come down, Buck burrowing into Bobby’s neck with soft kisses as Bobby’s hand comes up to run through Buck’s soft hair. Bobby doesn’t keep gel, something Buck whined about for all of the three seconds between the discovery and learning Bobby prefers the soft locks, and Buck pushes into his hand as he gets pet now.
Buck exhales a soft breath just under Bobby’s ear. “You said I’m yours.”
“Surprised I feel the need to say it, what with your ass keeping my cock warm and all.” Buck smiles into his skin and squirms in his lap, relishing in the hiss Bobby lets out and the way his fingers tighten in his hair.
He presses a kiss to Bobby’s jaw, pulling back until they’re parallel. Bobby’s hand in his hair follows, slips down to cradle the back of his head. “I want to be yours.” Bobby hums back at him, pets Buck’s hair again, eyes low as he nods. “Words, Cap,” he teases.
Bobby searches his face. Maybe they won’t be – he can’t give Buck what Abby could have, he knows, but he can hold him close. He can have this despite the time-limit he can feel over them, he can choose Buck in a similar way Buck chose him, fuck him until he’s dumb and pliant and only listens to Bobby’s directions no matter where they are.
“You’re mine,” he finally breathes, pulling Buck in to share a soft kiss.
When they separate, Buck’s got a smile on his face going from one ear to the other.
“Is the soup ready?”
Re: FILL: Part 3 - final
(Anonymous) 2025-06-04 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Part 3 - final
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Part 3 - final - OP
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 11:58 am (UTC)(link)The lord is giving him strength with the same hand it's being taken from him. --> That's gold right there.
It lights up something in him, this dark pit down in his belly, and he uses that flame to draw him closer to Buck until he’s all but crowding him against the counter.
This version of Bobby is everything to me. Smug and showing off his love sick puppy, putting Abby in her place time and time again.
Buck breathes out a sorry that lets him know he’s anything but. --> Buck 1.0, you are something else.
Yet again, I was so surprised when I saw you added another chapter. Third re-read already. This was absolutely more than I bargained for.
Buck breathes out a sorry that lets him know he’s anything but. --> Buck 1.0, you are something else.
Yet again, I was so surprised when I saw you added another chapter. Third re-read already. I wanted to take my time to leave a comment because you deserve all the praise you can get. This was absolutely more than I bargained for. Thank you very much!
Re: FILL: Part 3 - final - OP
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