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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.).
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.
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.
AO3 Collection
that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-04 02:32 am (UTC)(link)“Wow, you recover fast,” Ryan observes. They'd had to cut the shoot short when Oliver claimed his knee was starting to act up – though Jonathan said they had enough in the can to work with and praised them for their dedication before he called time.
“It's a miracle,” Oliver answers, chuckling. Ryan pokes his ass experimentally with one finger, which he figures is only to be expected considering Oliver put it right in front of him.
“Oi,” Oliver says, laughing as he carries Ryan down the hall to the bedroom.
Unlike Buck, Oliver has no problem dropping Ryan onto the mattress so hard he bounces, not that Ryan's complaining. He pushes himself up, already reaching for the hem of Oliver's t-shirt.
“I should feel bad for lying, but I can't be arsed,” Oliver growls. “If that scene had gone on much longer, there's a good chance I would have actually buggered my knee.”
“If that had gone on much longer, I would have had to strap my dick to my leg with duct tape,” Ryan says.
Oliver gets his good knee up on the bed and uses it to nudge Ryan's legs wider. “Oh yeah? Starring in your own porno does it for you, huh?”
“If you think that's porn, I'm in for a disappointing night.”
Oliver bares his teeth, then splays his big palm over the front of Ryan's shorts. Ryan's hips roll up and he gasps, already getting hard again.
“I guarantee you're not gonna be disappointed,” Oliver says, leaning down. Right before he connects, though, he hesitates, mouth hovering over Ryan's. “This okay?”
“Jesus, we've been kissing all day.”
“Buck and Eddie have been kissing all day,” Oliver says. “I wasn't sure if you –”
And that, Ryan decides, is enough fucking talking. He surges up, kissing him open-mouthed and filthy in a way that Disney would definitely not approve of.
“Mmm,” Oliver hums appreciatively. “You got any more of that cake?”
Ryan nips at Oliver's sinful mouth – your lips are too plump, bro – before pulling back. “In the kitchen. Why?”
“You tasted like chili and chocolate all morning, I think you rewired my arousal response.”
Ryan grins and stretches under him. “Did I give you a new kink? You want to get some of that icing so you can lick it off me?”
“You – uh.” Oliver looks like his whole brain just turned to oatmeal. “Maybe? I'm a little scared I'll get addicted.”
“Mmm, I get that,” Ryan purrs. Slowly, he slides his leg up until he's hooked it around Oliver's ass. “I could get addicted to this.” To you, he doesn't say, but he's got a feeling Oliver picks up on it.
After that, it's a whirlwind of frantic hands and grunts and apologies. Ryan's never had to contend with someone bigger than him in bed, and the logistics of where all the elbows and legs go is difficult enough even before –
“Shit,” Ryan says, because right, it's like he's forgotten until this moment that another dick was going to be involved. Well, he remembers now, because there it is. There it most definitely is.
Oliver looks down, clearly confused. “Something wrong?”
Ryan opens his mouth, closes it again. Looks. Looks some more. Oliver's uncut, like him, and he's big but not – you know, freaky porn movie big – and it's flushed and dark and –
“You're a redhead?” Ryan blurts, because he can also see that Oliver's pubes are the same shade as his patchy-ass beard when it comes in.
“Secret ginger, busted,” Oliver says, laughing. “You have no idea how much shame that carries back home. I spent my secondary school years avoiding communal showers.”
“Looks like Ed Sheeran down there, man,” Ryan says, and Oliver groans and faceplants into the mattress.
“Are you trying to kill my boner? Fuck me,” Oliver's muffled voice emerges from the pillow.
“I think if anyone's boner is going to be killed here, it's mine.”
Oliver turns his head and scowls at him. “You're great for my self esteem, you know.”
“Don't be that way. I can close my eyes and think of the Queen.”
With a growl, Oliver rolls on top of him and pins him to the mattress, and wow, Ryan really likes that. “She's dead.”
“Better a dead queen than a live Ed Sheeran, babygirl.”
Oliver grinds his hips against Ryan's. “Mmm, seems like you don't mind as much as you're pretending.”
“I expect I'll make a full recovery,” Ryan says, biting his lip to keep from groaning.
“Very full,” Oliver vows, letting go of Ryan's hands as his mouth begins a meandering journey down Ryan's body.
Ryan's right. Beard burn on his inner thighs? Fucking amazing.
Ryan's expecting the morning after to be awkward, but it's not. Oliver's out at some ungodly hour to run home and let his dogs out and work out like the weirdo he is, then lets himself back in around five and crawls into bed with a shit-eating grin and a small bowl of icing he probably scraped off the cake.
“You're a maniac,” Ryan grumbles, but he lets Oliver smear it on his dick and blow him into next week because he's generous like that.
Afterward, Ryan moves to reciprocate, but Oliver shakes his head. “I, uh, I already –”
“You – oh, man,” Ryan says, feeling a little bad he didn't notice Oliver rubbing one out, but to be fair it's still dark and he's half-asleep. “You gotta let me watch that next time.”
“You want a next time?” Oliver's voice is soft, suddenly stripped of his cocky confidence.
“Uh. You don't?”
“I didn't say that,” Oliver shifts on the bed. “I – wasn't sure if you were getting something out of your system.”
“Like the exorcism of Buck and Eddie?” Ryan says, chuckling, but then he realizes Oliver's gone completely silent. Reaching over, he flips on the bedside light to see Oliver watching him warily.
“Holy shit, man,” Ryan murmurs, pushing himself up. “What do you take me for?”
Oliver shrugs. “It's not that deep.”
“It is, though. I wouldn't do that.”
“It's called character bleed.”
“I know what character bleed is, just because I didn't fucking go to drama school –”
“Neither did I,” Oliver shoots back. “Look, I'm not trying to – impugn your character or –”
“Oh my god, impugn.”
“Fine,” Oliver says, levering himself up.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to be out of here by six so I can get back to mine before the shuttle shows up. We don't want tongues wagging.”
Ryan laughs. “ You think tongues aren't already wagging after yesterday's shoot, you're delusional.”
Oliver throws up his hands. “I'll see you at the studio, yeah?”
As he's turning to go, Ryan grits, “You ever think we're the ones who are bleeding?”
Oliver stops in his tracks, turns back around. “What?”
“You think we wanted to fuck because Buck and Eddie did. But what if it's the other way around?”
Oliver takes a sharp breath in through his nose. “I hadn't – thought of that.”
“Yeah, well it's sort of just hit me too, so give me a second.” Ryan scrubs his hands over his face. “I mean, I'm pretty much straight. Like, I was a model. I had lots of opportunities to fuck other guys, believe me. But I didn't. Not once.
“And then I joined the show and met you. And we are – very different people, in just about every way imaginable. But we clicked.”
“Chemistry.”
“Up the proverbial wazoo,” Ryan agrees, and Oliver chuckles. “And for better or worse, the viewing public picked up on it. And since then? It's been really hard to tell where Buck and Eddie end and we begin.” He blows out a breath. “And where the fans' fantasies end, and mine begin.”
“Ryan,” Oliver breathes.
“So I don't have all the answers for you yet. And I don't have a clue where this is going. But I do know – I don't want it to end. Unless you do. In that case, we just chalk it up to a really horny shoot and move on with our lives.”
Ryan doesn't hold his breath waiting for Oliver to speak, but he does feel a little lightheaded when he does.
“Okay.”
Ryan frowns. “Okay what?”
“Okay, let's see where this goes.”
“Okay,” Ryan says. There's a smile spreading across his face he's sure makes him look really goofy, but he doesn't give a shit.
Oliver twitches his head toward the door. “C'mon. We have just enough time for you to make me a fancy espresso drink from your ridiculously complicated machine.”
“Oh, I see how it is,” Ryan says, climbing out of bed and stalking toward him, completely naked. “You only want a barista.”
“Don't be silly,” Oliver says, fitting his hands to Ryan's waist and pulling him closer, “I want a barista who's hot as fuck.” He slides his palms down over Ryan's ass, and Ryan arches against him. “With a little thing going on.”
“I got a better idea. You're gonna go get us two coffees and some conchas from the panaderia on the corner, and I'm gonna wash the last traces of chocolate off my dick.”
“You don't want to smell like chocolate the rest of the day?”
“It's the ancho I'm more worried about,” Ryan admits, winding his arms around Oliver's neck and reeling him in for a kiss. He can taste the chocolate and the chili, and a little bit of himself. He can feel the tingle of Oliver's beard, which he never bothers to shave before he gets in the trailer. It's new, and still a little terrifying.
But as Oliver gives him one last squeeze and a wink before heading off to do as he's told, Ryan decides that maybe a little fear isn't always a bad thing.
Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-04 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)love how they defended what buck and eddie would do, and how they are so different than them. the character bleed going the other way! so so horny for each other!
yay!
good work, thank you!
Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
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(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 03:06 am (UTC)(link)I read this and ate it up like it was chocolate cake. My god, I don’t know anything about these men except the little I got from the recent interviews but this was amazing.
Thank you for this delicious cake.
Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2025-06-05 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: that dark brown taste, Ryliver, 4/4
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