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weewookinkmeme) wrote2025-05-20 10:34 am
weewookinkmeme) wrote2025-05-20 10:34 am
Kink Meme
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.
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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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
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)