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

FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

She can’t help it. The way Evan will hug her from behind sometimes, talk to the baby, and if Howie goes to grab something from the kitchen, Evan’s fingers will slide a little lower, his grip getting more possessive. The way sometimes Buck will spend the night on their couch, and give her a hug goodnight and there’s no trace of aftershave or deodorant or cologne or even clean laundry on him after a long day, and she catches the Boy smell of him that sends her right back to them both in his Hershey bedroom twenty years ago, face deep in her pussy. The way he easily makes her home his home too, long limbs splayed out in her living room chair, leaning back against her kitchen, big palms wide on the counter, knowing that she knows how he looks exactly like this but without his clothes off, dick leaking desperately and mean against the light thatch of hair that trails up to his bellybutton.

It all gets Maddie dripping wet. Totally Pavlovian, and she’s done this to herself. She spent the early half of Evan’s teenage years coaching him gently as he spent hours doing his best to pull every ounce of pleasure out of her to the surface like a bruise before she would return the favor. It was the easiest way to keep him out of trouble, to distract him from hurting himself, and she always felt safe when he was safe. Looked after. Right in front of her, flesh and blood, fat mouth sucking on her nipple and knobby, long, clumsy fingers sliding in and out of her, earnestly asking, “Okay, Maddie? That okay?” Pulling his shirt off the floor to wipe at his jizz on her wrist and tits, saying, “Hey, let me get that,” saying, “Thanks—thanks for taking care of me.”

She still wants to take care of him. Someone’s got to, she tells herself, as she helps him pack up the temporary home he set up in Eddie’s house. She’s in her third trimester, but she’s still the only one who came by to help. Which is understandable, she thinks, everyone’s going through so much, but everyone else has someone, and Evan well, nothing’s changed since he was a kid. He’s so alone, she’d said when she watched him get crushed under his own engine on TV, years ago, feeling helpless.

Which is how she found herself sitting on the kitchen floor with all the utensils and small appliances and weird gimmicky infomercial-looking bits and bobs and cardboard boxes and sharpies and duct tape. Which is why she tried to pull herself up with the help of the kitchen countertop, and he saw her through the doorway from his own packing station in the living room, and ambled up quickly, saying, “Hey, hey, let me help,” and pulled her up, pressed against him. Which is the reason she got a whiff of the Boy smell and her emotions went code red pregnancy haywire, and she said, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be taking care of you.”

Which is why Evan is, now, balls deep inside her, as she’s leaning over with her arms folded on the wide brim of the sink, her belly hanging low with him palming all over it as he fucks her with that same old boyish enthusiasm. She’s taking care of him. Gasping as his dick finds that familiar groove inside her and swells and swells. No condom now, he got tested after banging his ex a few weeks ago, and,

“It’s not like you’re going to get me pregnant,” she’d said, and if possible his eyes had gone darker and gaze distant, like he was prepared to try anyway.

And maybe he is.

“So good, feeling you like this, fuck,” he says, slam slamming his hips against the fat of her ass, hands roaming, “not mine, but think about it, Mads, God, he comes out with blue eyes like mine, looking like me.”

It ratchets something electric up her spine, and suddenly she’s so close to coming she feels it in her throat the way she gasps Oh, and leaks messily, dripping all over the linoleum floor.

“You want that? Want my baby?” He asks, and when he leans in to mouth at her shoulder, she can feel him smiling. “After this one, one last whoops baby, baby.”

“Shit,” she says, “Evan, shit,” because she feels wrong saying Yes even if it twists up something hot and liquid in her gut, wanting to.

“Yeah, you’ll take it,” he says, grunts, “take it just like this.”

She can feel the way he’s swelling deep in her, stretching her open so big, right on the edge with her.

“Just like this, take our kid, take care of us, our, our family,” he stutters, voice pitchy, and then he’s unloading in her so deep. She loves the familiar throb of it, misses it whenever she’s not like this and they can break every last rule together. It has her coming, unsteady and only held up by his big, strong presence wrapped around her from behind. It has her sobbing into her arms with the release, every ounce of ugly goodness pouring out of her in his arms.

It takes them a while to come down, high with it. The rush of every awful thing they’ve done only sobers her when he still thanks her.

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

HELL YES, this is amazing.

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

BURNING HOT OP

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

so fucking good thank you!

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

soooo good

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

Same filler from last time! Can’t stop thinking about this two:

Last time around Maddie had simply shut down sex as soon as Jee was born. This time, though, Evan has been circling her like a wild animal for weeks, hungry, needy. A few mornings he’s come over under the guise of helping around the house so Maddie can sleep and Howie can run errands, and they’ve almost always ended up with her tits in his mouth, nursing from him while she jerks him off on the couch. It’s the little noises he makes, the grunts and whines in the back of his throat as he sucks ans fucks up into her hand that really get her going. It’s the only time these days he’s seemed content, loose, free, ginger eyelashes fluttering his eyes stay closed and he takes his fill.

“We shouldn’t,” she tries to protest the day he finally rolls out of her grip and pushes himself up to kiss her with a sloppy milk mouth and fumble for the the elastic band of her pants.

“Doctor cleared you right?” He mumbles, lips tracing over to her ear, and finally, carefully, gets his hand inside her pants and hooks three fingers up into her soaking wet pussy.

It escalates quickly. Evan has always been impatient, and these days he’s been needier than ever. He’s got his cock out soon enough, plummy head tracing up the slit of her lips, dragging over her clit, saying, “Please, Maddie, miss being inside you so bad.”

And God help her, she’s really missed it too. When he fucks her it’s grounding, getting filled up, like she’s welcoming him home. She sighs. “Evan, we can’t just—it’s not safe anymore.”

He bites his lower lip and rubs his dick back down again with a little pressure, threatening to push just the tip in. He’s breathing heavy, considering, pink up his neck and face, like he might just fuck into her anyway. And Maddie can’t say she has the strength to stop him. And then he smiles back up at her, tongue between his teeth. He leans down.

“C’mon, all that talk,” he whispers in her ear, “just this one time. Grab a morning after pill later if you’re worried about it. It doesn’t—doesn’t have to be for real.”

He shifts a little and presses in, just a little, and she gasps.

“But let me fuck you, Maddie, let me come in you, show me how badly you want me to knock you up.”

She closes her eyes, nodding, and rocks her hips up a little, taking more of him. “Yeah, yeah, I—“

“Fuck,” Evan says, and sinks himself into her, right to the base. A perfect fit. “Feels so good, missed it so bad. S’where I belong, swear, Maddie.”

He pulls nearly all the way out and slams into her again, and she has to bite back a moan. Her head rolls back to rest on the back of the couch as she gives into the pleasure of him thrusting in again, harder.

“Prettiest you’ve ever been, carrying Bobby,” he says, “so fucking beautiful. Tell me how much you wish I could give you that.”

“Yes,” she says, shakily, as his thrusts get shakier, more erratic, “yes, yes.”

His dick is so big, filling her so completely, lighting her up like a match every times he pounds into her. She’s been hungry too, missed the swell and throb of him, the way he gets even bigger in her right before he comes.

“If I could, Maddie, God, I’d keep you like that all the time for as long as I could,” he grunts out, like he’s determined, “fucked fulla me.”

“Please,” she can help but cry, beg for it. “Please, Evan, give it to me, please.”

He gets her off quick like that, promising to fill her, moaning as her pussy hugs his dick while she comes and squirts around him, soaking them both. A mess to clean up later. A dirty reminder.

“Yeah, I will, I will,” he says, like a promise, before tumbling over his own edge after her, and the feeling of him unloading inside her sends a few extra jolts of pleasure crackling through her, up past her eyes. She can feel him pulse so deep, where he’s trying to take root, so good it’s almost agonizing. He kisses her temple. “I will.”

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

oh god yes. it's so fucking good. love how desperate and impatient buck is, love how conflicted but into it maddie is. kinda want chim to join in on the fun.
love it!

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

[(Anonymous)]

You might be my hero, anon seriously. Damn!