Kink meme/fic meme the zillionth

[belongsontv]

You know the rules same as I:

-Post a prompt, gen, kinky, the works!
-People reply with drabbles/picture fills
-High five each other for high levels of excellence

Comments

Jay/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

With Jay's return, people are happy to welcome him back. Kink or friendship stuff is good with me!

Bertie/Ienzo

[(Anonymous)]

Bertie tries to wrangle sheep, things go poorly. Ienzo has to swoop in and kiss it better.

NSFW

[(Anonymous)]

I got kind of carried away with this. Contains oral sex and also some description of a serious leg injury at the start but not in the sexy parts.

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When it comes to shepherding, one of the many advantages of the corgi breed is that its short legs and stocky body makes for a low center of gravity, such that if a sheep should try to kick one, the blow would either miss the dog entirely or clip its back such that it would send it rolling rather than bear the brunt of the impact. Bertie Wooster, however, being both a biped and just over six feet tall had none of these advantages, and thus when Stilton grew tired of his efforts to return him to the pen after a day of grazing his knee took the full force his irritation.

“It certainly doesn’t look good,” says Ienzo, kneeling on the ground in front of him and inspecting his leg while he sits on the bed. “You heal quickly enough that I can’t imagine it will stay that way for long, but if you’d like I can try to hurry the process.”

“Please,” Bertie says through gritted teeth, his eyes watering slightly at the pain. It isn’t nearly as bad as when Law had lopped the other one off clean at the knee, but that’s really not a very fair standard to hold one’s injuries to. If this can be over sooner rather than later, well. What kind of person would choose the latter?

Ienzo hums to himself thoughtfully, a warm green glow surrounding his fingertips as he tests his magic, before saying, “I’m going to need you to remove your trousers.”

“What?” Ienzo sighs, looking more than a little bashful.

“A good healer can work through layers of clothing or even armor, but I’m afraid I’m only a novice at best. I need to see what I’m doing, and with your knee as swollen as it is I’m not sure it’s a good idea to try to roll your pants up over it rather than just take them off entirely. Here.” He stands and turns so they’re both facing the same direction, leaning down and slipping his arm around Bertie’s back for support. “Use my shoulder.”

Bertie hesitates, tentative for multiple reasons, but eventually his trust in Ienzo and the desire for the nearly unbearable pain in his knee to end win out. Carefully, the two of them rise to their feet again - or just the one foot in Bertie’s case as he gingerly keeps his weight off the injured leg - where he uses his free hand to undo the buckle of his belt and slide his trousers down to mid-thigh, then eases back into sitting on the bed. Removing them the rest of the way proves to be something of a trial of minced oaths and “hold still”s, but between the two of them they manage, and Ienzo kneels down again, positioning himself between his fiance’s legs.

As gently as he can manage, he begins ghosting his hands over Bertie’s leg, his palms just barely brushing the skin as he starts at the calf and works up to mid thigh and back down again. Swirls of mist-like energy gather around his hands and curl into shapes like vines and leaves, lingering around Bertie’s skin before dissipating with a warm tingling sensation.

“Does that feel any better?” he asks.

“Ah, quite,” says Bertie, smiling down at him. It’s still painful, the skin mottled with bruises and his kneecap still swollen and misshapen, but he’s much more able to keep his composure as it is now. “Have you been practicing? I daresay you’re much better at this whole tending to the wounded business than you were back when we first met. Leagues ahead, even.”

Ienzo beams up at him, blushing brilliantly. “Well, I’m sure only some of it is my doing. The rate at which you heal is truly astounding on its own, after all. I’m only helping things along. If you want me to continue, though, I’m going to have to press more firmly, and it may hurt. I’ve healed all the damage I can reach like this.”

“You needn’t worry about me. I think you’ll find we Woosters are made of sterner stuff,” he responds, and then regrets it slightly as Ienzo digs his thumbs into the delicate skin just below his kneecap. Only slightly, though, as the sharp pain soon fades into the surreal sensation of cracked bone clicking back into place. The swelling recedes and the bruising fades as Ienzo works over his skin and muscle, kneading with his fingers and rubbing tight circles with the pads of his thumbs. The pain dissipates into almost nothing by the third pass, only to be replaced by something entirely different as Ienzo checks over the tendons running up the inside of his thigh, fingertips skirting the hem of his underclothes. It doesn’t take long for him to notice the effect he’s having.

“Oh!” Falling back on his haunches, he pulls his hands away, eyes snapping up to Bertie’s. “I’m sorry - I should have asked if that was alright. I- I can stop now, if you’d prefer that I-”

“It’s fine!” Bertie half-yells. The two of them having gone matching shades of red and he’s not sure whether he should cover himself or try to will the ground to swallow him up first. “And no, I’m sorry - you don’t have to continue, I’ll be quite fine from here on, so if you’d prefer to get back to our rounds that’s perfectly alright.”

Ienzo doesn’t move. Neither does Bertie. They sit there, gaze locked on one another for a long moment before Ienzo speaks again.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

“Would you like me to keep going?”

“I- yes. I would.”

Silently, not taking his eyes from Bertie’s, Ienzo sinks back down onto his knees and sets to work again, massaging the muscles of his calf and thigh, pressing the heels of his hands gently into the areas of greatest tension until they steadily begin to relax. This time, though, he leans down and plants a soft kiss on Bertie’s knee, trailing his lips across the skin as he goes and with each pass his hands rove farther up his thigh until he has two fingers hooked into the waistband of the other man’s underwear and his head between his legs, now spread wide to accommodate him. Again, Ienzo pulls back and looks up at Bertie, questioningly.

“Please,” he all but pants, skin flushed and shaking like a leaf, and Ienzo smirks up at his lover and pulls his cock free in one deft movement. By now Bertie is achingly hard, but Ienzo continues to take his time, slowly running his fingertips over the crests of his hipbones before finally taking his member in hand. His fingertips are rough from a lifetime of work with chemicals and the elements, but he’s careful, stroking gently with the softest part of his palm and squeezing as he kisses a trail across the inside of his thigh until he reaches the apex and - quite unexpectedly - slowly swipes his tongue along the underside of Bertie’s shaft, all the way from base to tip. It’s all Bertie can do not to buck his hips against the sensation, the wet heat of Ienzo’s breath and he braces his feet against the floor and trembles with the effort.

“Relax,” Ienzo says, curling his fingers around him again as he speaks. “You’re still healing, and I don’t want you to strain yourself.” He rises to his feet and leans over his fiance instead and catches his lips in a deep kiss, still stroking him as he pushes the other man back until he’s propped up on his elbows. “Let me do this for you,” he murmurs, so close to Bertie’s ear that his lips brush against the lobe. Ienzo pulls back leaving more kisses as he goes - sending shivers down Bertie’s spine as he feels the smaller man’s teeth just barely nip at his collarbone - and down his chest and stomach until he’s kneeling again. With little pause for ceremony, Ienzo takes a deep breath and takes the tip of Bertie’s cock into his mouth.

It’s not something he’s experienced in, but he supposes it’s not something Bertie’s experienced in receiving either, so it evens out in a way. He runs his tongue over and around the smooth head and begins to bob slightly, taking a little more of his length each time until he’s just shy of gagging. Meanwhile his hands are still busy at work, one gently squeezing what his mouth can’t reach and the other pressing insistently at the sensitive patch of skin just below Bertie’s equipment and Bertie’s gasping and moaning for all his attempts to stay quiet.

“Ienzo, oh god, Ienzo, you’re wonderful.” The mage can only hum in response, but the slight vibration is just enough to send Bertie over the edge. He comes, the force of his orgasm shaking him to his core, and Ienzo pulls back just in time to catch it with his face, the white splattering over the bridge of his nose and across his lips, and flashes Bertie a lopsided grin.

“Better?” he asks, getting back to his feet, the opportunity to stretch his legs welcome after so long on his knees. Bertie nods, mutely. “Do you think you can walk on your own?” Again, he nods. “Good. Then I’m going to go wash up, if you’d care to join me.”

And from the tone of his voice and the way he loosens his ascot and begins unbuttoning his shirt before he even finishes speaking, Bertie gets the very strong impression that Ienzo doesn’t intend to take turns in the bath.

Natalie/Hajime/anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Drunk on excitement over their wedding, Natalie and Hajime sneak off for kissy shenanigans away from the party. Someone goes to check on them and is dragged into make outs.

Zephyr & everyone

[(Anonymous)]

Zephyr decides everyone in the Meadous needs a hug. Everyone.

Re: Zephyr & everyone

[(Anonymous)]

claiming this.

Muncest, any

[(Anonymous)]

Any two (or three) characters played by the same person, getting it on.

Milla/Everyone

[(Anonymous)]

The five times Milla steals a kiss, and the one time a kiss is stolen from her.

Pooh and Zephyr

[(Anonymous)]

Pooh finds Zephyr crying and does what any pooh bear would do. Hug it out. Gen only plz.

[(Anonymous)]

Well, they looked a little strange, and they weren't Christopher Robin, but a lot of people Winnie the Pooh had met lately had been at least a little strange. The only problem Pooh had was when he'd tried to ask what was the matter, but Zephyr had been crying too hard to write. Fat tears rolled down their cheeks as they'd practically howled in distress, all attempts at words being impossibly garbled even more than usual. Not even their whiteboard could survive, and in the end Zephyr was scrubbing their face as hard as they could but not even all the fur in the world could soak up the veritable ocean of tears.

So Pooh climbed onto the log next to them and offered a hug. There was only a moment's pause in the torrent, watery eyes peering at the bear just before clawed hands wrapped around him and hugged him tight. Pooh hugged back almost as much (but not too much, so it wouldn't hurt), and for the longest time they sat. Zephyr rocking, their tail winding around them as their big teardrops soaked the top of Pooh's head and got his stuffing damp.

Long enough that when it finally did end Zephyr was almost asleep, worn out from the crying but still hugging Pooh close. Eventually Pooh heard someone walking up to them, but Zephyr had a very good grip and he couldn't quite see from where he was until they had picked up the sleeping god in a gentle grip.

"Time to let go, little one." It was a nice voice, the friendly sort that made you warm inside. A good friend kind of voice. Slowly Zephyr's arms loosened, and Pooh felt himself being freed and set down gently on his feet.

The lady with the mask on held Zephyr, rubbing their back between the wings even as Zephyr tucked their face tight into the crook of her neck. A tall man with very red hair and a big hat watched them both, waving a little to Pooh. The lady murmured something about bedtimes, and Pooh nodded in agreement, it was very late, and just about time for a bedtime smackerel of something.

With one last wave goodbye, Winnie the Pooh headed home.

Dolo/Milla

[(Anonymous)]

Fab ladies, clearly need to kiss. Someone make it happen.

Lin/Waspfire

[(Anonymous)]

Lins aptitude in cooking clearly means one thing, foodplay.

[(Anonymous)]

Jack Isaka: monster girl fanboy. Give us some fantasies of his starring the inhuman ladies of the Meadous.

Guilty Fantasies

[(Anonymous)]

He muffled a groan against his arm as his hand drifted lower. Of course, of course this was how his day was ending.

Surprise boners.

“Great.” He laughed airily to himself as he gave in and unbuttoned his swim trunks, stroking his fingers across the front of his boxers. The bulge was hard to miss, even harder to ignore as he kicked off his jeans entirely, walking over to his bed.

Jack if anything was relieved by the fact his curtains were closed. His clothes smelled of sand, sea and beer. He took Eddie up on his offer to hang out at the beach. He was relieved to be rid of them on the carpeted floor of his bedroom. His boxers joined the pile soon enough as he spread out on his bed.

He palmed his cock, lazily stroking himself with a low hiss between his teeth. His mind drifted, rummaging through what he wanted. Jack hesitated before somewhat guiltily settling on Lin from the party. Her grin skin sparkling in the moonlight, large breasts moving with each breath she took. Her lips spread into a smile.

He bit on his bottom lip as he let his mind spin a better picture, one of Lin unbutton her top slowly, fanged teeth flashed at him in a smile as she revealed her breasts to him. Against the lush green of her skin, her nipples were a soft almost rose petal pink. She cupped one of her breasts in her hand, brushing a clawed thumb across the nipple. She moans softly at her own ministrations, eyelashes fluttering.

In his minds eye Jack reaches out to gently palm the other breast, moving to kiss at the flesh, drifting to gently suck on her nipple. She moans at the attention, her free hand dropping down to slide under her skirt.

Jack grins to himself as his lazy strokes quicken, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock as he lets his imagination roll onward. That wolf woman joins them, quick nimble clawed hands reaching out to caress his cheek, heavy lashes and soft lips kissing at his ear. She draws his hand forward to unbutton the vest of her blouse.

He groans in reality, pressing deeper into his mattress as he squeezes his own cock to try and calm himself down a little. It does nothing against his imagination.

He gropes at her breasts gently through the silk shirt under her vest, able to easily glide past buttons holding it closed to fondle her properly. She isn’t as top heavy as Lin, but Jack pictures her breasts as pert, perky pointed nipples. Brown freckles dot her skin. He gladly leans over to kiss each freckle, dropping a hand to take over fingering Lin. She’s soaked, and wanting. He starts to finger fuck her, leaving her breathless and moaning.

Jack starts to stroke himself a little fast, dropping his hand lower to fondle his nuts. His breathing is heavier and everything is good. Too good.

Grell appears, red hair vibrant against the night around them. Her dress is almost paper thin, Jack pictures her smiling at him with that almost monstrous maw of teeth. She murmurs how she’ll help him, reaching out to unbutton his pants, stroking her fingers along the fabric. She’s elegance in the night, helping him undress and leaving lipstick smears on his skin. She kisses the head of his cock with a breathy sound. Long fingers coaxing along the length.

The women gently whisper about how impressed they are with its size and girth. (A little self indulgent sure, but its his day dream, damn it.)

Another pair of hands settle against his shoulders, Disciple’s lips pressing against the shell of his ear. She makes promises as she presses her breasts (he’s going to just pretend their human like) against his back. He can feel her teeth graze his skin, his shirt gone due to Grell. All the women crowd close, touching him. All of their clothing falls away quickly under the heavy full moon over the beach.

The thought of all of them wanting him makes Jack give an embarrassed groan. He feels some guilt (some of them are married or taken…) but it doesn’t stop him from jerking off.

Lin pulls away from his fingers, quivering and heavy lidded, she joins the other women in pushing him into the sand. She slides down on his cock with a moan. Each of them take a turn on his cock, bouncing up and down breathlessly. He eats one woman out, laughing against her folds at the feeling of her tail wagging against his stomach.

Jack’s cock twitches against his hand, he can feel his climax happening real soon.

The image of Lin pulling out of him again, nearly jelly kneed as she wraps her breasts around his cock to titty fuck him. That is what does Jack in. His orgasm hits him hard and fast.

Jack’s hand is sticky and his back is practically stuck to his sheets. He’s going to need to do laundry tomorrow.

“I really need to get laid.” He breathed out with an irritated groan.

Spirit/anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Spirit trying to Dad at people and failing at it. Gen fic please!

Meadous gossip

[(Anonymous)]

With Milla's return, she and Sasha have become attached at the hip. Cue gossip from people wondering what their deal is.

Make it as silly as possible, plz.

oscillating the unmentionables

[(Anonymous)]

"I think they're having an affair." Jay's voice is light, soft, but properly scandalized. He swishes a drink in his glass elegantly as he leans in to talk conspiratorially with Bertie. Jay if anything is a gossip at heart.

"An affair?" In contrast Bertie sounds baffled by the notion, childishly glancing from Jay to the pair outside. With his curtains open to let in the early morning sunlight it is not hard to miss the two Psychics walking arm in arm.

"Darling... Look at them."

Bertie doesn't seem convinced as he sipped at his glass, squinting somewhat. "Well, I am. They seem friendly enough. That Milla is a dashed nice woman, kind to a fault far as I've seen."

"They're taking tea."

The dapper man nearly chokes on his drink.

"They're consorting, if you catch my drift."

"Jay-"

"They're having a bit of a crumpet." The suggestive eyebrow waggling makes Bertie turn red.

"I'll never be able to eat crumpets now..."

"A bit of the old in and out."

"Would you-"

By this point Jay is finding amusement in watching Bertie squirm. "Bulging the back of the old onion bag, burying the weasel, flimp-flopping, having hot pudding for supper, oscillating the unmentionables, Squat-jumping in the cucumber patch-"

"By gods, man!" Bertie shoots up from his seat, glass forgotten and shattering on the floor. "They are not having an affair!" He forgets himself and his voice carries, stopping the psychics in the tracks outside.

The dapper man blanches, now completely losing all color and slinking back into his chair. His mind desperately tries to think of anything but the topic at hand as Jay laughs.

Ammond/anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Waspfire realizing Mika has more bodymods than she does and is super offended by it. Decides she has to correct it RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY

Justin/Anyone

[(Anonymous)]

Justin attempting to find a likely candidate to be his new meister.

Mika and Spirit

[(Anonymous)]

Deciding there is a lack of scantily clad lady-types around, Spirit makes a wish and what he get is Mika...dressed up in a Soul-Eater style Wolf-Witch outfit.

Enter Mika blushing and Spirit approving.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

THIS IS NOT A FILL imma just


leave these here

for inspiration and stuff ok ok HERE HAVE WOLFY WITCH OUTFIT IDEAS

Milla/Mika

[(Anonymous)]

Milla gives Mika private dance lessons. Mika quickly realizes she is much more into ladies than expected.

oops this doesn't have porn sorry

[(Anonymous)]

"Sorry Milla, I just don't know if I'm up for any more today. My leg's killing me." She laughed, but it was breathless and more the sound of someone trying to shrug off pain and failing. Gritting her teeth as she slid into a chair, she tried to stretch her leg out. The brace supporting it was feeling heavier than ever, chafing her and making her more uncomfortable than not, but trying to take it off would mean more effort than just suffering through it.

"That's fine, darling! Take your time." Milla drifted down, gogo boots touching the floor for only a moment as she peered closely at the warou. "You did a great job today, dear! That's much better than last time. I think you'll be ready for tv someday soon!" Her cheerful words certainly worked the way Milla wanted them to, as Mika managed a happy grin as she laughed.

"Maybe not quite showbusiness, broadway is too much for me." Mika was still whuffing in laughter as she let her head fall back, panting for air through the discomfort. At least until her nose was given a sharp tap.

"Attitude is everything, darling. Don't forget that."

Mika blinked up at the agent, her cheeks flushing a little before she looked away, tail flopping against the chair she was slouched in. "Thanks, Milla."

"Don't mention it. See you next time, darling~!" And with a waggle of her fingertips, Milla left the warou to relax, though Mika found the 'resting' part difficult as her heart did strange stutters and squeezed itself tightly against her ribs, and even as she finally managed to get to her feet, her cheeks felt so hot they burned.

Lin/Waspfire

[(Anonymous)]

Lin wears a bikini, it doesn't stay on for long.

warning: cute girlfriends within

[(Anonymous)]

Its late enough at night that Waspfire has to admit, it almost makes her nostalgic. At least for a bit, until she feels Lin tug at her elbow.

“C’mon.” The troll gives a nod, having no qualms about following after her partner. The two giggling as they run under the full moon through the Meadous.

With the summer heat settled over the Meadous, going to the beach at night offers no problem. The walk is a quick one, the two women trying to stifle their conversation to avoid rousing their neighbors on their trek.

When they do make it to beach, Waspfire lays out a blanket and some of Lin’s food in a picnic basket. Lin doesn’t hesitate to drop the shawl and cover ups she wore (out of some old habit from a past life it seemed) onto the towel and prance off. Waspfire nearly chokes at the sight of her. The pink fabric of her bikini fits, fits very well. The rose pattern is cute, as is the touch of a frilly darker pink fringe. It’s… so Lin.

Lin walks over to the waters edge, peering down at it. When she crouches, Waspfire has no shame in staring.

They’ve been together long enough that she’s more than happy to look. As is she happy to walk over and join her matespirit. The two crouch comfortable under the moonlight.

“The water is even prettier at this time of night.” Lin mummers softly, gazing fondly at the reflecting of the moon glittering the waves. She dipped her finger in, swirling the digit in the placid waters.

“Is it cold?”

“Not really.” Lin sounds surprised, glancing back at her girlfriend with a grin. The grin turns quickly devious as she grabs Waspfire and shoves her into the water.

All the troll can do is splutter in shock, flailing before Lin joins her. They roll out into the sea together, tussling between kisses and laughter. Waspfire splashes at Lin, grinning toothily at the ogre. Lin has no qualms about returning the splash, the two soaking one another quickly as their splash war escalates for a few minutes.

When they tire out, Lin flops back into the shallow water, floating lazily. The troll gladly drifts over to join her, planning on riling the ogre for a bit more play.

Even with her great strength, Lin’s hands are gentle. The ogre changeling lets her hands drift lazily across Waspfire’s sides.

It almost makes Waspfire regret what she’s about to do.

Almost.

She returns the gesture, fingers finding the bikini top’s knot and undoing it with one swift movement. It leaves Lin very topless and laughing in surprise in the water. She sloshes away from Waspfire to splash her again.

"You really want to start this again?" She teases, mirth bright and jolly in her expression.

"Yeah, think you can take me?" That's all Lin really needs to hear to start up again. Changelings are not ones to be trifled with when it comes to water wars.

The subsequent splash war is enough to make Waspfire throw in the towel, flopping back into the water almost bonelessly. "I give."

The ogre gladly does a fist pump, leaving the troll to watch her jiggle and try to stifle her amusement.

She paddles over, still gloating somewhat as they meet for a kiss.

Ienzo/science

[(Anonymous)]

his true love, next to bertie.

Bertie starts to get a little jealous until Ienzo demonstrates just how great science is.

Mika & ladies of the meadous

[(Anonymous)]

Mika decides to have a ladies night in. It can be funny or sexy, which ever the filler prefers.

Spirit/Grell/Justin

[(Anonymous)]

Flirting gets a little too intense. Justin is jealous. Spirit is nervous. Grell is amused.

Jay/Bertie

[(Anonymous)]

Awkward comfort sex. Awkwarder non-sex comfort attempts.

Please

[(Anonymous)]

It starts with an embrace, Bertie’s grip tight and protective. Jay has no qualms about returning it, burying his face in his friend’s shoulder to breath in his scent. Jay shakes gently at points, tears still dribbling down his cheeks as they stand together.

Bertie’s lips pressing against his neck makes the darker skinned man jerk back slightly. He opens and closes his mouth, biting at his bottom lip. He wipes at his eyes with a sharp hitch of his breath.

Bertie manages an awkward apology, stumbling back. Only to be pushed onto the couch in his living room. Jay still streaky eyed and wearing his dirtied night clothes straddles the other man. There is no hesitation, only desperation.

When they embrace again, it’s equally as desperate. Jay’s teeth clacking against Bertie’s, the two floundering to undress the other. He grinds his hips against Bertie’s own, their bodies moving together. It’s enough to bring life to both men’s loins. Fire rolling through their bellies.

For once Jay is the easier one to undress, loose fabric thrown aside. Jay’s thin fingers settle for undoing the other man’s pants, awkwardly moving to yank it further down to wrap his lips around Bertie’s cock.

The dapper man groaned, squirming where he lay on the couch. He clung to Jay needily, fingers threading through his curls. Jay laughed against the head of Bertie’s cock, looking up at the other man through his lashes.

“Please.” Bertie murmured softly back. There was more there in that one word than Jay could surmise. More than begging for oral.

That was all Jay needed to hear.

Milla/Eddie/Sasha

[(Anonymous)]

A psychic and heavy metal sandwich commence.

Terezi/Ammond

[(Anonymous)]

give me some troll love.

Disciple/Milla

[(Anonymous)]

Di's welcome to the Meadous tour suddenly gets sexy.

Terezi/Lili

[(Anonymous)]

Terezi decides to celebrate her and Lili's birthdays in style.