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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 few weeks 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

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WOW this is PERFECT 😍😍😍 Everything I wanted!!!

Brilliant!!!

Oh my god, this is so good and juicy. And hot, in all the little details. And Buck left to stew over the mental image of Eddie getting railed is delicious.

buck welcoming his boys back to la with his body?

Is this "Buck/Eddie/???" or "Buck/Eddie/Chris"

LOVED THIS.

ohhhh hot!!!

Season 1!Buck get punished for the lawsuit by becoming the firehouse's new Dalmatian puppy (that they can also fuck tbh).

After Eddie gets back from Texas, Buck is dating (and hooking up) again. When he mentions some of his adventures, Eddie is kind of judgmental/mean about Buck's promiscuity. But in a hot way? Possibly jealous? Buck is confused, but he doesn't stop sharing.

Unspecified temporary arm injury on Eddie makes repetitive/extended/fine motor skill movements impossible for a while. Buck has three problems with this. #1 Eddie decides to grow a beard and Buck is embarrassingly into it. #2 An increasingly grumpy Eddie admits he hasn't jerked off in weeks and it's getting to him. #3 when Buck jokingly offers to help, Eddie accepts.

"Good boy," she says and her hand is almost heavy on his head, her fingers pulling at his hair and it hurts and it's so fucking good. Her raspy voice goes even deeper when she whispers, "you wanna be good for me?"

Eddie can feel another spurt of pre-come wetting the briefs he's still wearing. Feels a whimper clawing at his throat but he's fighting it down. Instead, he nods and kisses her flat stomach again, kisses lower, going where her firm hand guides him. He's almost desperately clutching his own hands behind his back, trying to show her how eager he is, how good he can be. Hopes he can be. Wants to be. The soft whine tears out of his mouth before he can stop it and he hears her soft chuckle.

"Needy, huh?"

He can feel himself flushing deeper at that, insane to think his body has this much blood, but it's there and she has always been so good at getting his blood pumping.

"Shan–"

She slaps his face. It stings, even though it wasn't hard. She wasn't trying to hurt, just to interrupt him.

"Don't speak," she says and caresses his cheek in a mockery of gentleness, "just be silent, baby. Just be good."

He's nodding again, tries to suck at her fingers as if in apology and she laughs and it's his favorite sound, low in her throat and deep and safe. She lifts her leg, rests her thigh on his shoulder and it pulls him almost face to face with her pussy and he can't help the deep breath he takes, trying to lose himself in her smell, the familiar musk of her, and he bites back the moan and tries to move closer and again her wonderful laugh and then she wobbles a bit.

"Don't make me fall over," she says mock-stern and her hand clutches his shoulder now, righting herself.

He presses an apologetic kiss to her thigh, the one so close to his face and then he keeps pressing kisses there, moving up until he can hear and feel Shannon moaning and shuddering, until he's almost where he wants to be most, where he needs to be, so thirsty for her, but her fingers clench in his hair and pain sparks from the roots all the way through his body, like fireworks. And he’s the one moaning now, so close to begging already, but she wants him silent and he wants to give her that, wants to do what she tells him to. His hands long to touch her, to steady her, so she can take whatever she wants from him. But she wants this, so he stays as still as he can and digs his fingernails into his own skin.

She pulls his head back and he looks up at her and she’s so fucking beautiful and she’s looking down at him, frowning a bit, as if she’s not quite sure what to do with him.

“Good boy,” she praises him absentmindedly, and one of her fingers contours his face, following the line of his brow and scratching lightly at his cheekbone. “So pretty, baby.”

He’s looking at her, begging her with his eyes and he can see the fire burning in her eyes and he almost shudders with the unspoken promise. And then she pulls his face closer to her core and he closes his eyes and puts it all into his lips, his tongue, lapping at her wetness and this too is electric.

Her hand joins his face, and she’s the one holding herself open for his tongue, feeding wetness to his lips, pulling him in closer and all he has to do is whatever she makes him do. Time ceases to be, all there is is the taste of her, the smell of her, the hitching sounds she makes when she likes what he does, ther is only her throaty moans and heaving breaths. He could do this forever.

But he becomes aware of the minor shakes in her legs, the way she can’t keep herself steady anymore, the way she needs more, needs him, maybe, or something, anything more and he wants. So without thinking he reaches out, grabbing hold of her legs so she can lean her weight on him, can take whatever she needs and he opens his mouth and licks and sucks and swallows and she’s clutching his face, his hair, his shoulder, her fingernails biting into his skin and he wants, wants, wants–

Her pussy spasms, tightens, drools into his mouth and she’s shaking, the low throaty moans now joined by the much higher little whines she makes when she’s really close, when she needs just a little bit more, baby, let me have it, baby, baby, just let me take it.

Her hips buck and she’s riding his face now, he’s just an accessory for her to use and it’s all he wants to be, just something that makes her feel good and he holds still and lets her and he’s so fucking hard in his briefs, leaking so much and he’s so hot he could probably come like this, just from this, just from the way she’s using him.

And then she comes and she’s not a squirter, but his chin is still drenched and he licks it off because the taste of her is addictive and he’s so happy she got to come.

Shannon is shuddering still, holding onto his head and his shoulder and when she lifts her leg off his shoulder she’s shaking as the blood flow unblocks.

Finally she takes a step back from him and he opens his eyes and has to flinch against the light. He forgot it was still light out. He forgot everything about their surroundings. He blinks at her, still on his knees and she’s ethereal, with color still high on her cheeks, her hair a mess, the skin of her tits flushed crimson.

“Sha–” he opens his mouth but no sound comes out and he has to swallow and try again. “Shann–”

She smiles as her hand reaches out and she’s playing with the wetness on his face, gathering a bit of in on her fingertip and feeding it to him again, and again he swallows it gratefully and then she’s using her fingers and he’s sucking at them, licking between them and sucking them down.

“So good at this,” she whispers as she fucks his mouth with two fingers, and he moans and has to close his eyes again, the flush on his face now both need and embarrassment. But still he sucks her fingers as far as he can, needing them with an animal's hunger. “Such a good little cocksucker,” she says and his stomach clenches and his dick jumps and he moans again. He tries shaking his head, but she doesn’t care for that so she holds him in place and it’s three fingers in his mouth now and he needs, he needs–

She makes him get up and his legs shake so much from kneeling for however long, and his dick is so fucking hard and needy and he’s still blushing and there really isn’t enough blood for all this and he feels lightheaded and dizzy and she guides him to the bed, her hands so steady and sure on his body and he goes where she wants him, and she places him on the bed on all fours and she’s touching him, biting his shoulders, scratching his back, and both of her thumbs dig into the muscle and bone of his lower back and he groans and presses back into her touch and she’s laughing again as she pulls his briefs down and her hands touch his ass, her thumbs now pulling his cheeks apart, slowly, softly, but steadily. He burrows his face in the pillow, tries to stifle the moans that erupt. She’s not even touching his dick, not even his balls and still his traitorous hips try to push back, his traitorous body tries to give her access to where he needs it most and it’s shame and lust and need and he can’t even put it into words but his body still begs like an animal in heat.

But it’s okay when it’s Shannon, because she likes it, she enjoys it, so it’s okay. It’s good even, maybe.

“Oh, baby,” she whispers and bites at his ass and her voice vibrates all along his body. “You’re so good,” she keeps whispering as if she can read his mind.

One of her fingers moves along the cleft of his ass and he jumps when she touches his hole, where he’s hot and empty and yearning to be open, to be filled.

“So good for me, baby,” she says as she rubs over his hole again and again, making him twitch and buck and finally whine.

“Pl–” he bites his lips, bites his tongue to keep the words in. His face is so hot and wet, from her pussy, from his own tears, who knows, who cares. His hips move back into her hold, insisting. “Pl–”

Shannon’s still touching him, but she’s not as close anymore, and he can feel the air move on his heated, sweaty skin and he shivers again.

“What do you want?”

Such a simple question, but he can’t answer. Can only beg with his body, hoping against hope it’ll be enough.

It isn’t. Her hand leaves his body but he can still feel her eyes on him and he hopes she likes what she sees, but he’d rather not know what he looks like right now. Desperate, probably. Needy. Like a thing to be used.

A whooshing sound, a shift in the air pressure, it’s all the warning he gets before the leather paddle makes contact with his upper thigh and he almost chokes on his breath as pain blossoms.

“Like this?” she asks as if she doesn’t know, and he knows she’s amused and as into this as he is.

“Yeah, please.” This is easy to beg for. Pain is so easy, so familiar, so fucking good.

She hits him again, and again, and again. Hits his thighs and his ass and then his thighs again and he loses himself in this too.

The paddle cracking against his skin becomes his whole world. The shocks, the heat, the beautiful pain it brings, comforting and meditative, it fills his whole body. When she stops he’s almost relaxed. Of course, his dick is still hard, but it isn’t the all encompassing need of right now anymore. It just is.

Her finger’s back on his hole again and it’s wet and he just opens up for it, for her, and she slips it in easily, and he fucks him with it easily and he’s moaning for it easily, and when a second finger joins he takes that too easily.

His mind is blissfully empty and happy, high on whatever neurotransmitters the spanking shook free.

The third finger takes a bit longer, but it’s so good, the feeling of being breached like this, opened up and fucked. Of being taken. And she’s brushing over his prostate again and again, making him whimper and choke on his own spit and the insistence is back, the fire, the need, and he wants more, bigger, thicker, wants to be forced open and taken, and he has to bite down on his own arm to stop the noises from forming into words.

Of course Shannon doesn’t let him get away with it. She never has. She spanks his bruised-feeling ass with her bare hand and threatens to pull her fingers out, to leave him empty and needy and he can’t bear that and so he stops biting down, and lets his mouth fall open and lets whatever words spill out spill out.

It doesn’t even matter, because he can feel something bigger pressing against his thigh now. When exactly Shannon had the time to put on her strap on harness he doesn’t know. But it’s definitely on now and the blunt tip of her cock is right fucking there. And he wants it, wants is so fucking much.

“Please,” the word unlodges without his permission, falls out between his open lips, along with the panting exhales, and with it comes an avalanche of pleads. “Please, please, baby, please, please baby.” He can’t help it, can’t hold it back anymore. “Please, fuck–please, please, please fuck me, please, baby, please fuck me.”

Shannon kisses his back once, pulls her fingers out and he tightens his hole, inanely tries to hold them in, keep them, and he can’t hear anything above the rush of his blood, his own needy panting, the ceaseless stream of pleads, but he could swear she’s chuckling again and finally, finally, she fucks into him.

It’s big.

It’s big and it opens him up and insanely he wishes it was bigger still, tearing him open and taking him whole. But this is good. It’s so fucking good and it’s endless, the feeling of it entering him until he is filled, lighting all his nerves with electricity and fire until nothing else exist. He is a mindless body, a bottomless hole, he is only exposed nerve endings.

She fucks him at a ruthless pace, in and in and in, fucking again and again against his tender swollen prostate, and his dick, neglected and untouched, keeps spurting wetness into the mattress, but his dick doesn’t matter, only this matters. Her hands on his hips, her lips on his back, her praise in his ears, her big cock in his hungry hole.

He fucks himself back, needs more, harder, faster, deeper, so much fucking deeper, until he swears he can feel it in his stomach, in his throat, until it’s everywhere and now he’s thanking her, his words coming out choked and slurred and again and again her soft chuckles.

He wonders if he could come like this. Probably. Maybe. He’s not sure. It feels like it must have been hours already, but her pace is still strong and steady so maybe not. He doesn’t care.

Just this. This is what he was made for, this is what he needs. And she gives it to him so beautifully, and he loves her with a force he doesn’t know how to contain.

“Shannon–God, Shann–Shann–baby, baby please, so good, please–Shann,” he doesn’t know what comes out of his mouth anymore, doesn’t care. He manages to get his legs and arms under him, manages to push back for real and he can see fucking stars explode at the corners of his eyes whenever her perfect cock hits his prostate dead on. “Baby, please, thank you, fuck, thank–thank you, god, Shann–”

She slaps his ass again, as hard as she can, and it makes something in his mind explode into brilliant colors and he bites his lip and he shouts and he comes and still it’s not finished, because her cock keeps fucking him so fucking deep and his arms give way first and he’s ass up on the bed taking it and begging for it, more, Shannon–

He keeps coming and coming, ceaseless streams, and his whole body twitches and shudders and whines and keeps begging.

He comes back to his body in slow blinks, here she is kissing him softly, here is her tender hand with a warm wet cloth caressing his hot skin, here is the soothing coolness of her skin as she pulls him to her, the plush pillow of her tits under his head, and her gentle finger carding through his sweaty hair.

YOOOO

so fucking good thank you!

omg yes this! can caleb please come back and tell me more about needy cockslut twinky eddie?

omg!!! yes

exactly what it says on the tin, i need more maddie comforting buck with her body, something they are used to, something familiar, and make it hot please. extra points for buck's praise kink and maddie liking it rough and kinda degrading (her being degraded, not buck). sorry thanks.

https://weewookinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/476.html?thread=67548#cmt67548

[If-I--have-the-guts anon]
Screw it, I'm writing it. Might take a while but it'll happen

the 2nd one, it's in the title

Yessssss, please!

Tommy and Eddie double-teaming Buck, please? Double penetration, my beloved.

THIS IS ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS I HAVE EVER READ THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

taylor/eddie hatesex

any kind of apocalypse you like but i'd love to see them riding out some world-ending event. feel free to get dark/angsty.

Eddie likes to have Buck inside him for as long as possible.

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buck/eddie/chris

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Buddie slut shaming kink

Buddie helping hand

tell me (what you'd do to me tonight)

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maddie/buck comfort sex

shannon/eddie d/s tell me (what you'd do to me tonight)

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Buck/Eddie/Tommy

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apocalypse au

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