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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.

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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.).

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Escalating buddie fights til it comes out that Buck fucked Shannon and might be Christopher's dad. Maybe they fuck about it getting off on the idea of Chris being Buck's

Buck and May hook up after the funeral before May Harry and Athena have to get on the plane to Minnesota

Just that please

Just a typical fuck or die sex pollen fic please

Athena needs to get of of her own head and puts herself on for free use at a sex club.
Get as creative and nasty as you like she has only 2 hard boundaries:no scat and no weapons

I just want Athena and May to lean on eachother for everything after Bobby does and that includes sex.

Ghost!Bobby teaching buck how to Fuck Athena

Does it matter if it goes from noncon to con midway? and how angry would you want Eddie to be to get pushed over the threshold to noncon Buck?

Connor and Kameron ask Buck to help them make another baby but the old fashioned way. Maybe Conner and Tommy watch

Oh, this sounds juicy!

OP here-
Hmm I was thinking full noncon but dubcon is fine. Full con nah.

Feel free to write that all the same though
Never too many cakes, y'know

Ravi eats May out until she comes over a dozen times

Can I get trans Hen? 😭 I don't think there's a single one written so far

Eddie's always been handsy, even more so since he got back from Texas, but he's straight so it doesn't mean anything. But it's driving Buck crazy.

Meanwhile, Eddie keeps escalating, wondering when Buck will take the hint.

They examine/fuck with each other's bruises. It's platonic until it's really not.

BuckTommy are fwb and Tommy keeps leaving Hickey's and bruises for people to see to force Buck's hand to talk about it. But just has a kink on being marked up

It was a joke until it wasn't for me so please them bonding over their grief of losing a spouse

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!

seconding! love this idea

She pulls him into a supply closet with one hand on his tie. Buck's confused at first, but when she pulls him against her and then lifts herself up to kiss him, well–he gets the picture after that.

He tries to separate them, he does, but it's the first thing since Bobby died that feels good, her body against his, her lips under his, her sweet mouth, open for the taking, her almost desperate little sobs that turn so easily into moans. It feels good. And he can give her this, he can.

"Please," she keeps whispering as she takes his hands and puts them where she wants him on her body–her lithe, small body–under her jacket, under her blouse, her perky tits warm and her nipples already hard. "Please, I need–I just need you to fuck me right now."

So he lifts her up, keeps kissing her, presses her against the heavy duty shelf and hopes it will hold, hopes it won't crash and send everyone running. Her mother. Fuck.

May swallows his moans, his hiccuping breaths and puts her hands in his hair, pulling and clutching, so he has no choice but to get closer to her, to kiss her with everything he has. His fingers roll her tight nipples and she moans and arches up and he wants to get his mouth on her fucking tits but she’s too small and the closet is not spacious, so he keeps on doing this–rolling and pinching until she bucks her hips, and for a moment all the grief is replaced with need.

“Fuck me, please, please, fuck–” she whispers, her mouth to close to his skin he can feel the hot puffs of air, and with shaking hands he opens his belt, his dress uniform trousers.

May watches and when she sees his cock he can see her swallowing thickly, and he can’t read her expression–hunger? Trepidation? But she says “fuck” in such a way his cock jerks in his hand.

He looks at her, pressed against the shelf, hair in disarray, blouse half open and her tits peeking out, eyes hooded and biting her own lip. Buck has never looked at her with lust or anything, he swears, but right now–

She reaches between her legs to hike her skirt up and–his mouth waters, his cock jumps and he doesn’t care anymore.

He’s pressing against her, tries to get his fingers to her pussy but May shakes her head, “no time for that, just fuck me, I can take it,” and Buck is not so sure but–”we have less then ten minutes and I want you to fuck me, Buck.”

“I don’t have a condom,” he says because he isn’t the sort of person anymore who brings a condom to a funeral, but obviously he is the sort of person who fucks the dead person’s grieving stepdaughter at the funeral–he sobs suddenly. May pulls him in to kiss him again, her hands grounding him against the avalanche of grief.

“It’s okay, I don’t care, I can get Plan B tomorrow, just please, please–” she keeps whispering it into his skin and they’re both crying.

He can’t help himself. He lifts her up. Her legs wrap around his hips and she pulls her own panties aside for him. His cockhead smearing at the wetness of her pussy and she’s so fucking wet, drenched almost.

“Just do it, please, just fuck me hard, please–”

So he does. She’s tight but so very wet, her pussy keeps opening up for him and she’s biting her lips and moaning and biting at his shoulder to keep the noise in and in between all that she keeps begging him to fuck her harder, please, please–Buck, harder, c’mon.

So he does.

He’s panting harshly in the crowded space, and his hips piston in and in into her tight wet heat, and she’s like a fucking ragdoll in his arms but she takes him so well, so greedily, and she’s almost brutal on her own clit, making her pussy flutter and clench around his cock.

“C’mon,” she whispers and her eyes are closed but there are still tears leaking out and he tries to kiss them away but she shakes her head away from him. “C’mon, fuck me, punish me, please–”

He feels it like a bullet, like suddenly getting drenched in ice water and his hips jerk once, twice, and he fucks into her deeper until he comes gasping, but it doesn’t feel good.

May’s still working her clit and he joins in, tries to help her and she keeps crying harder and harder.

“I can’t,” she finally whispers and it’s heartbreaking. She looks up with tears in her eyes and his come leaking from her swollen pussy. She looks lost, resigned, utterly alone. “I can’t.”

He hugs her. Kisses her hair and lets her cry in his arms.

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Eddie finds him in the kitchen, standing at the counter doing his meal prep. Low-lit by the bulb over the stove.

It centers him – that’s what Buck says. Getting ready for the week like this, containers lined up in neat little rows. One of a half dozen things Eddie's learned about him in the past few months. This and the little song he hums to soothe himself when he’s stressed out and the seventeen steps in the skincare routine Eddie didn’t realize he had.

All things he thought he would have known about Buck by now but didn’t, private things kept close to the chest. Things you only learn about someone when you live with them, when you share every breath, waking and asleep.

He looks good like this, hips swaying a little to the beat of some jangly early-10’s indie song that Eddie doesn’t know. A pair of Eddie’s boxers stretched too tight across the thick expanse of his thighs, a worn-in hoodie, baggy where it hangs over his shoulders.

Eddie slots in behind him, slides an arm around his waist and presses his nose up behind Buck’s ear where he smells spicy and sweet like the coconut turmeric curl shampoo he uses. His hair’s still damp from his shower, and the skin of his stomach is soft and smooth with lotion when Eddie gets a hand up under his hoodie to spread it out over his abdomen.

Buck hums, leans back into his touch.

“Hey,” he says. He angles his head to let Eddie kiss down his neck, huffs out a breath when Eddie’s teeth find the red spot he left there an hour ago. “Just doing my breakfasts.”

“I see that,” Eddie says. Presses his hips forward as he watches Buck measure scoops of protein powder into the bowl on the countertop scale. Buck scribbles something on the notepad he’s got sitting off to the side. “What are you writing?”

“Hm?” Buck asks. His hand finds Eddie’s on his stomach, warm where it’s pushed up under his hoodie. Scratches over the back of it then laces their fingers together to squeeze. Lets go, distracted, back to what he was doing. “Oh – um. Tracking macros. I write the weights down and then put it in the app on my phone and divide it all out into the seven containers, and then I know how much of everything I’m getting.”

Eddie hides his smile in the curve of Buck’s neck. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Buck echoes.

Tilts the damp side of his head until it’s resting on top of Eddie’s and leaves it there while he works. Eddie watches for another moment then shifts. Sighs, presses his hips forward a little against the soft curve of Buck’s ass.

He’s half hard; nothing urgent, just – this.

Watching him. Holding him.

Buck lets out a little grunt and picks up his head, hand finding Eddie’s again and giving it a squeeze. Turns his face to let Eddie kiss him, then makes a quiet noise when Eddie pushes his hips forward again.

“‘M too sore,” Buck says against his lips. A little shake of his head. “From earlier.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie says. He pulls back enough to press a kiss to his temple, scratches their joined fingers over Buck’s stomach to make him shiver. “Don’t apologize.”

Buck raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t apologize.”

“Sure,” Eddie says. He holds back an eyeroll. “Just – hang on. Turn back around.”

Buck huffs out a breath. “Eddie –”

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do,” Eddie says. “Just keep making your oatmeal or whatever it is.”

“Overnight oats,” Buck says as he turns around. “With chia seeds.”

“Right,” Eddie says. He lets his arm slip from around Buck’s waist, uses both hands to grapple at him, pulling him back a little. “Okay.”

Buck goes with it, lets himself be moved into position. Braces his hands on the countertop like he knows what’s coming. And maybe he does, has always been good at reading Eddie even if this facet of things still feels like new territory. Eddie lets his hands slide from Buck’s waist down to his hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his boxers.

“Too small on you,” Eddie tells him, quiet and half muffled in the back of his hoodie. “Make your thighs look fucking great, though.”

Buck’s answering laugh is soft, breath hitching as Eddie runs a hand over the curve of his hip. He’d fucked him like this earlier, an hour ago back in their bedroom. Buck bent at the waist with his elbows braced on the bed, face pressed into the mattress and one of Eddie’s hands on the back of his neck to keep him there, skin slapping together, ringing smacks from Eddie’s palm as he chased his own orgasm.

Instead of doing that again, Eddie presses a kiss to the back of his neck, drags his boxers down further and drops to his knees. Leans forward right away to sink sharp teeth into the meat of Buck’s ass where his skin is still red and hot to the touch. Buck lets out a shuddering breath, head dropping further and hips pushing back toward Eddie’s face.

“Fuck,” Buck says under his breath. “Eddie…”

“I got you,” Eddie says. He thumbs his sacrum, right at the cleft of his ass, uses his other hand to pull him apart. “Let me take care of you.”

“Eddie,” Buck says again, breathy. Like it’s the only word he remembers. “Eddie.”

Eddie spits on his hole, watches it slide down to where his rim is puffy and bright pink, still a little loose. Shiny with whatever it is that Buck uses as part of his meticulous post-sex shower routine. Coconut oil, maybe. Something else to learn about him.

Anyway.

It’s not a dignified thing, eating ass.

It shouldn’t be. It’s messy and wet, intimate. Skin closing in on either side of his face as he burrows in with the bridge of his nose. Saliva running down his chin and cheeks. Licking a flat, broad stripe up over Buck’s hole and resisting the urge to dip inside.

Normally he’d slip him a few fingers, dig around in there until Buck was squealing, but now he just eats. Licks and drools and reaches around to get a hand on Buck’s leaking cock, listens to him moan like he’s dying as he collapses the rest of the way forward onto the countertop, thighs shaking on either side of Eddie’s head as he presses his ass back further toward his face.

When he comes, after not very long, he cries out, jerking like he’s been electrocuted as Eddie keeps stroking him. Tongue working him over until Buck starts shaking, until he reaches around behind himself to shove weakly at the side of Eddie’s head to get him to stop.

He doesn’t say anything at first, just stays there slumped against the counter and breathing in great, gulping gasps of air as he watches Eddie stand with bleary eyes.

Definitely coconut oil, Eddie thinks, licking his lips. Wiping the back of his wrist over his chin as Buck pushes himself up to stand and reaches for him, one of Buck’s big meaty hands curling around the back of his neck. Possessive, hauling him in to lick into him, tongue running over the ridges on the roof of his mouth. Manhandling him backwards until Eddie’s the one pressed against the counter.

“God, you’re so hot,” Buck says under his breath, still sounding a little winded. “So fucking –”

He breaks off with a laugh, shakes his head. Shoves his hand in the front of Eddie’s sweats without preamble and gets his cock out, wraps a fist around him. A dry grip, and the drag of it is enough to set Eddie’s teeth on edge, hand fisting in the damp curls on the back of Buck’s head.

His hair’s going to be so fucked up after this; he’s going to have to wash it all over again, or – something, Eddie doesn’t care. Fuck. All he cares about is the way Buck’s jerking him off, fast and rough like Buck does when he's doing it to himself.

Another thing Eddie’s learned.

“Want to eat you too,” Buck’s saying. Forehead close to Eddie’s, staring into his soul. “Can I?”

“Wha – uh,” Eddie says. Going cross-eyed from Buck’s pace on his oversensitive cock. “Uh – yeah. Yeah, of course. Whatever you want.”

The grin that flashes over Buck’s face, bright and blinding, would be warning enough if Eddie’s brain wasn’t so scrambled right now. If he had blood in his brain at all instead of it all rushing down through his body and straight to his dick.

But as it is, the last thing he’s expecting Buck to do is reach for the mixing bowl on the countertop, pull it toward them until he’s got it wedged between their hips. Leaning forward over it to drag Eddie’s bottom lip into his mouth between his teeth. Kissing him deep and filthy as he jerks him off, and in the space of a second between this and realizing what Buck wants, Eddie’s brain goes completely offline.

Just – white noise, incoherent. Comes before he’s even fully processed what’s happening, painting over Buck’s fingers but mostly landing it in the bowl.

He collapses forward, forehead pressed to Buck’s shoulder as he catches his breath and stares down at it. Thick stripes of it covering the carefully measured oats and chia seeds and coconut flakes. Lets out a half-hysterical laugh as Buck lets go of his dick, turns his head to bury his burning face in Buck’s throat.

“Sorry,” he says into his skin, presses a closed-mouth kiss there. “Going to have to start all over.”

Buck’s hand threads through his hair, tugs a little. “Why would I do that? Wouldn’t want to waste food.”

Eddie pulls back to give him a disbelieving look, but Buck just grins at him. Like an insane person. But Eddie's a little insane too, so.

“It’s going to mess up your macros,” Eddie says. He tucks himself back into his sweats, reaches down to pull Buck’s boxers back up over his thighs and lets the waistband go with a snap. “No way that’s something you can add in your app.”

Buck snorts, presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Extra protein,” he says. “It won’t hurt.”

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he wants another baby so bad :(

going to hell for this but... please?

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Kink Meme

Or this

Buddie with past BuckShannon

Buck/May funeral hookup

Madney with Cuck!Eddie

Henren sex pollen

Athena/any/multiple free use

AthenaMay blurring boundaries

Ghost!Bobby/Buck/Athena

Re: buddie-noncon after that kitchen fight

Buck/Kameron

Re: EddieTommy

Re: buddie-noncon after that kitchen fight

MayRavi

Henren

"Platonic" Buddie touching

Buck/Eddie bruise kink

BuckTommy fwb

EdThena

Re: FILL Re: BuckMaddie - pregnancy kink

+1 Re: buddie + conditioning

FILL Buck/May funeral hookup

FILL Buck/May funeral hookup

FILL – i'll make you banana pancakes

FILL: i'll make you banana pancakes (buddie ass eating + coming in his overnight oats)

omega!eddie, breeding kink, buddie

maddie/doug rape