Kink Meme

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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.).

AO3 Collection

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.

Comments

perfect symmetry 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

okay!!! it's done it's done and i hope you like it op


They went to sleep way too early, and so Buck wakes up in Eddie’s dark room at some ungodly early hour.

Slowly, thready dawn light paints a soft portrait. Eddie, devastatingly young in sleep, shadows pooling on his face. His breath puffs out between his lips, his eyes moving behind his closed lids. He’s dreaming.

Buck watches for long minutes, as the room gets brighter, as Eddie sighs and mutters and, at one point, farts for such a long time that Buck has to bury his face into his pillow to laugh hysterically.

Eventually Eddie wakes up, the way he always does, body moving before his eyes are even open. He uses an elbow as a kickstand and feels around for the gigantic water bottle he keeps by the bed. Unscrews the top and starts chugging, eyes still closed. He spills an egregious amount of water on himself and makes some caveman sounds about it, then knocks the water bottle top onto the floor and whines despairingly.

All this is somehow extremely attractive. Eddie’s unfairly hot.

“Stop laughing at me,” Eddie says, cracking one eye like a disgruntled owl. His voice is rough and slurred, not all the way awake yet.

“I am...appreciating you.” Buck slides off the bed to find the top to the water bottle, and closes it for Eddie. “In all your complexity.”

He gets back into bed, and Eddie insinuates himself slowly into Buck’s space, like he’s being sly. Even though, really, why would he have to be sly? He had Buck’s dick in his mouth yesterday.

“Morning,” Eddie says, and his face goes all determined. He kisses Buck, and Buck makes a happy sound and kisses back.

Pretty quickly, things escalate to Eddie on top of him, rocking absentmindedly against him as he kisses Buck with intent focus. Buck runs his hands all over Eddie, finding spots that make him laugh (ribs) and shiver (the small of his back, the back of his neck) and outright moan (a firm handful of his ass).

“Can,” Eddie says, after a while of that. “Um. Can I? Come?”

“Mmm, not today,” Buck says.

“Not today?” Eddie says with dismay. Buck smiles at him, a glow burning hot inside him. Eddie isn’t arguing, really, or challenging Buck’s right to tell him whether he can come or not.

“You were an ass yesterday,” Buck says peaceably. “I know you were having a hard day, but so was I, so maybe now I think you need some...consequences.”

“I’ll be good,” Eddie says plaintively, and goes red. Maybe realizing what he just admitted.

“I know you will, princess,” Buck says, and kisses his stubbled cheek. “You’re gonna be so good that you’ll wait to come until I say.”

“Fine,” Eddie says, with the slightest hint of exasperation, like he thinks Buck could have missed the pleased little slant of his mouth at the word princess.

He’s distant in moments, faraway; Buck can tell he’s thinking about the call from yesterday. But he’s okay, he’s happy, he’s not boiling over with distress. This, whatever it is, it rules.



The next morning, Eddie yawns and says, “Can you find me something to wear?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” Buck says, instantly hard, and Eddie smiles like he knows it.

Buck keeps staying at Eddie’s, goes to sleep and wakes up with Eddie clinging to him, his hard cock pressed tight between them. The third morning, Eddie rolls off him, rasps, “Do not fucking touch me,” and does deep breathing for like, fifteen minutes before his erection goes down.

They don’t talk about it. Like, they talk about it, but they don’t talk about it. Eddie might pout at Buck, shooting a meaningful glance down at his own lap; when Buck says he seems distracted, he might mutter “Well whose fault is that,” he might shrug and say “You choose,” when Buck asks what he’s wearing today. But neither of them ask, like, what the fuck they’re doing, or where it starts or ends or what it means. They just. Do it.

And during the day, at home or at work or at the grocery store, Eddie seems lighter. Relaxed, at peace, whatever. He smiles more.

Therapy is overrated, that’s what Buck has learned from all this. Weeks of therapy didn’t have the effect that kneeling, getting his mouth fucked, and four days of orgasm denial is having on Eddie.

On the fifth night, Eddie’s rock hard, red and flushed. He lets Buck do whatever he wants, moaning so pretty, and shivers and makes a sound close to a sob when Buck stops touching him and says it’s time to go to sleep. He’s not tense in Buck’s arms, exactly, but he’s clearly sensitive all over, gasps just at the soft brush of Buck’s lips on his neck.

So Buck’s not entirely surprised when he wakes up in the night to Eddie holding him tight, grinding his cock against Buck’s ass. His hips move in circles, moaning something that might have been oh, fuck, more, please, if it wasn’t just loose syllables spilling from his mouth. Buck arches back against him, gripping himself through his shorts, and Eddie’s cock presses against the cleft of his ass.

“Oh shit,” Buck hisses, too loud, pushing his ass back into Eddie’s hardness. He’s moving too much, making too much noise, but he can’t help it. Everything is heat and pressure and Eddie whining softly in his ear, he can’t be expected to care about anything else. Buck pushes the waistband of his own shorts down and starts to work his cock, hard and fast.

Eddie starts moving with more energy, more purpose. He’s waking up, Buck’s waking him up, fuck, he's going to wake up like this – Buck groans at the thought, and Eddie groans as if in response, and says, all slurred, “Buck?”

His hips don’t stop moving, though, and then his hands go hard on Buck. He’s coming, his cock pulsing against Buck’s ass, his open mouth pressed to Buck’s neck as he moans, high and breathy and totally unrestrained.

“Holy fucking shit,” Eddie gasps, hips still twitching against Buck. “Oh my god.”

A clumsy hand flops over to Buck’s front, bats his hand away from his cock and takes over with uncoordinated strokes – not that it matters, with Eddie all over his back, wrapped around him, chest still hitching and the hint of a whine in each breath.

“Eddie – Eddie – “ Buck can’t say anything else, just Eddie’s name, with shivery reverence. “Eddie, fuck.”

“That’s right, come on, I want it,” Eddie whispers, and sinks his teeth into Buck’s neck, and Buck comes into Eddie's palm with a moan.

Eddie wipes his come hand on Buck’s shirt after a moment.

“Come on,” Buck says, “really?”

Eddie honestly giggles. Buck makes him turn over so he can gather Eddie up in his arms, and Eddie hums and stretches luxuriously, pulling Buck’s arm over him more securely.

“I wasn’t…” His words are running together, drawn out and sleepy. “Wasn’t supposed to.”

“It’s okay, princess,” Buck murmurs. “Go to sleep.”

He holds Eddie tight, and his heart is so full he thinks his chest might explode.


The next morning, Eddie’s sheepish, a little red, hilariously annoyed at the amount of dried come in his boxers. He doesn’t ask Buck to pick his clothes, and Buck tries not to take it personally. It would be ridiculous to think that this – whatever they’re doing, would be in play every moment of the day. Sometimes a guy just has to get dressed.

But if Buck could decide what Eddie wears every single day, he would. Of course he would.

A few days later, Eddie gets the call from Chris saying he wants to come home. That’s how he says it, too – not that he wants to come to Los Angeles, but home. Eddie keeps calm, but Buck can see that he’s about ready to yell with joy about it.

When he gets off Facetime with Chris, Eddie hurls himself at Buck, actually tackling him to the couch, and Buck yelps delighted laughter. The next while, Buck spends getting kissed until his lips are buzzing.

Eventually, Eddie pulls back, shoves and pulls Buck until he’s lying on top of Eddie. Eddie is wired with excitement and tension, probably close to freaking out even though it’s about something amazing, if Buck knows him.

“Buck,” Eddie says, and stops, biting his lip.

“Yeah, princess?” Buck says, with a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie rolls his eyes, smiling huge and bright, and says, “Can you, can you – you know? I need…” He bites his lip again, looking frustrated. But he’s easy to understand, at least for Buck.

“You want me to tell you to do something?” Buck asks, and Eddie’s cheeks shade red.

“It just…it makes me feel…” Eddie makes a vague gesture. “I don’t know. Better. Grounded. I just, I need to have my head on straight.”

Buck combs Eddie’s hair back from his forehead. “Anything you want,” he says.

They go to the kitchen, and Buck makes Eddie his assistant, instructing him on every little thing, making him call Buck “Chef” for fun, and then because it makes Eddie blink hard and trip over his words. Partway through, he tells Eddie to take his shirt off, so Buck can watch his blush spread down his chest.

Eddie’s squirmy, getting hard, shooting Buck those wide-eyed looks, and Buck returns them, glances at the hard bulge in Eddie’s sweats to make him even redder.

Later, Eddie falls to his knees, looking up at Buck with love and supplication. Grounded, that’s how he said Buck makes him feel. And that Buck can be this, want this, be trusted with all of Eddie - that makes Buck feel like he can fly, winging straight up into endless blue.

Re: perfect symmetry 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god yes!!
and don't even get me wrong, because this is hot as hell and like, really hot, but it's the nonsexual intimacy that gets me. the farting especially. like. yeah. can't get more intimate then that. and buck laughing about it delightedly. jesus. yeah. i love this so so so much <3

Re: perfect symmetry 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

I loved this, anon.

Re: perfect symmetry 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

Absolutely crazy and soooo intimate. I loved it so much—Eddie’s vulnerability, Buck’s total devotion to him. Like…there each other’s guys!! And you’ve rendered this so well here :’)

Re: perfect symmetry 4/4

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, and this is the BEST BEST BEST response to a prompt I have ever received! Thank you ♥