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

Re: bobby/buck, crying during sex

[(Anonymous)]

(Oops sorry fixing the formatting!)

“It’s okay,” Bobby says, quiet, when Buck climbs onto the bed where he lays, still too weak to stand. “It’s alright,” he whispers as Buck wraps shaking arms around him while kneeling so carefully he barely rests any weight on Bobby’s tired body. I can take it Bobby thinks as he pulls him down closer, holds back as hard as he can. “Oh, kid.” There’s the wet of tears against his neck. Let me take the weight. There is, so softly he doesn’t quite know it for what it is for a moment, the wet of lips against his neck. One of Bobby’s hand slides from Buck’s sweat damp shirt up into his curls and Buck goes entiely still.

“Sorry,” Buck says, voice cracked open. “S-sorry, I-“

“It’s okay,” Bobby says, guiding his face up to get a good look at him. Eyes rimmed ugly red, blue almost gray in the dim light of the bedroom. He looks exhausted, he looks lost. Terror, in the set of his mouth. Desperation, in the tilt of his brows.

“I-I just-“

Bobby says — a third time, like that will somehow make it true, a magic number — “It’s okay.” He wipes Buck’s cheek with a thumb. I should be the one apologizing. “Buck-“ I left you too long. “Buck.” Says the name so quietly he’s not sure Buck would hear it if he was any farther away than he is right now. I’d never have left you at all, if I had any say in it. You know that, right? I did everything I could to stay? To come back? He leans up, rests their foreheads together. “Whatever- whatever you need. You take it, whatever you need.”

Buck makes a sound like- relief, pain, surprise. Permission granted, he moves quickly. Like we’re at work, Bobby thinks as Buck pulls down his pajama pants, the soft ones, the only article of clothing that survived the house fire because Bobby had been wearing them the last time he’d died. You already have a plan in your head, you just need my say so and you’re off. Buck licks his palm. They’re good plans, too. You’ve come so far- Bobby’s breath hitches and hitches as Buck strokes him, and Buck groans as he shifts to straddle Bobby’s bare thigh, making tiny thrusts like he’s still trying- trying not to hurt him. Buck is hard, Bobby can feel the thickness of him through the sweatpants Buck hasn’t bothered with removing. Bobby is soft in his hand, but that’s okay. I’m so proud of you. “Yes- B- thats it- that’s good, take it-“ Do you know that, too? I’ll say it, I swear to God, I’ll make sure you know- everything- I’ll make sure you know-

Bobby’s lips bump into Buck’s chin and the kid lets out a noise that sounds like a sob — may very well be be a sob — and it’s over, Bobby feels the wet of him cumming against his leg, and the way he shakes so badly he finally can’t keep himself up anymore. The full weight of him does ache a little, makes it hard to breathe with his still healing lungs, but Bobby’s eyes flutter shut at the safe warmth of it. He shifts just a bit, trying to pull his pants back up, and Buck notices enough to help, and then Bobby nudges and pulls until Buck is stretched out, laying against him. He kisses the side of his head, Buck shudders again.

“I’m tired,” Buck says, muffled into Bobby’s shoulder. “I’m so tired, Bobby.”

“Go to sleep, then.” There’s a blanket just off to his side, he drags it over them both. Fatigue is settling back in his bones, he wont last much longer awake either. If someone finds them like this- well, at least they’re clothed again. “I’ll still be here in the morning.”

Shake, shake. “Promise?”

Bobby relaxes into Buck, into unconsciousness. “I promise.”

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[(Anonymous)]

omg omg this is so wonderful!!!! thank u anon for writing it i love it so much 😍

Re: bobby/buck, crying during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Awww, poor Buck.

Re: bobby/buck, crying during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you for my ENTIRE life with this, this is like chicken soup for my buckbobby ass soul.