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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. :)

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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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Impromptu wrestling when one of them has a full bladder, this leads to an accident. The one who pisses is embarrassed and upset and the other comforts him. Up to you what the comfort is!

you have my attention.

Holy shit yes.

There is only one way to settle their stupid argument that makes sense in their almost drunk state: a tickling match. And yeah, Buck’s bigger than Eddie, heavier, but neither of these things mean anything, because Eddie’s faster, used to fighting, and insanely bullheaded. But Buck knows him, and he knows all the places Eddie is ticklish and he’s not afraid to use them against him. He’s not afraid to bodily sit on Eddie either, there are gloating rights on the line after all. Normally, they’re not evenly matched, Buck can admit that much, normally Eddie would wipe the floor with him, unless he lets Buck win.

Today though, wrestling Eddie into submissions is easy. Too easy. Deceivingly easy.

So Buck’s careful not to relax too soon, because Eddie’s not just a cheat, but he also fights dirty, and Buck is not going to fall for his tricks again. Not today, sir. He’s on top of Eddie, holding his arms down with one hand, the other busy tickling Eddie, his pits first until he’s squirming and bucking, trying to get Buck off him–not unlike an electric bull–and then down his ribs and further down towards his unprotected belly, and then–lightning quick because timing is everything–upwards, and Buck’s laughing, because it’s so much fun, beating Eddie like this. Showing him who’s boss, and who doesn’t need any fancy wrestling moves or muay thai maneuvers or whatever. So suck it, Diaz. Buck is your daddy. Meanwhile, Eddie’s fighting for breath and he’s not quite giggling but panting with effort, still trying and failing to throw Buck off.

Buck shifts his weight to bring a leg up and suddenly Eddie makes a sound and it–it can’t be, of course it can’t be, but–but it sounds almost like a moan and Buck freezes and–He looks down and Eddie’s bright red and he’s not making eye contact, but Buck can see that Eddie’s eyes are big and wet as he stares off to the side and he shakes his head all negatingly, and he’s still squirming beneath Buck like crazy, and fuck, Buck can’t get hard right now!

Eddie moans again, and it’s definitely a moan, and it sounds like pleasure but with a side order of pain? Buck doesn’t know, and he can’t think because there is liquid heat suddenly traveling in his veins. He tries to hold Eddie in place, to get a good look at him, and he shifts again, and then–he feels a hot spur of wetness between them and he tries to make shocked eye contact, but Eddie’s even redder now and he’s squeezing his eyes shut and he’s making a sound like he’s sobbing, and–it’s so fucking hot. It’s so fucking hot that for a moment Buck doesn’t even realize what’s happening, and he doesn’t think as he moves again, brainless, thoughtless, and Eddie sobs again, and only then does Buck clue in. The wetness between them grows. Fucking hell.

He lets go of Eddie’s arms but Eddie doesn’t seem to realize it.

“Ed–Eddie?”

Eddie still has his eyes squeezed shut and he looks like he wants to die, like he wants to get swallowed whole by the ground. And the stream is still growing, and it really is a stream by now, and–Buck should find it disgusting. He should be embarrassed for Eddie’s sake, should be pitying him, should get up, why the hell is he still on top of Eddie, he should be feeling or doing anything sane, but he isn’t. Instead he’s so fucking hard right now.

He’s still not thinking when he presses down, directly on Eddie’s bladder and fucking hell, Eddie’s moaning, bucking his hips, and he’s somehow still pissing. Fuck.

In Buck’s defense: He didn’t know he’s into this.

He doesn’t even know what this is. But it’s warm and wet and it’s Eddie, and Buck can’t be held responsible, it’s like his body's been hijacked by base desires or maybe ghosts, he doesn’t know. All he knows is he needs to get closer.

The piss is rapidly cooling between them, and it should be uncomfortable, should be so many things but–

Without any input from Buck’s higher brain functions, his hand moves up and presses Eddie’s face down into the floor. Hard. Eddie still isn’t fighting him off. Instead it’s almost like he’s frozen, and he’s shaking so bad, his breath loud and ragged between them. Buck’s breath too.

Buck brings his other hand in between them, down, and still without thinking about it he presses down on Eddie’s groin. And finds hardness. He presses down harder, rubs, and Eddie moans where his face is pressed into the ground.

Buck can’t believe this is happening.

He’s flushed all over, his heart beating fast, his blood rushing, and all he sees is red and all he knows is that he can’t stop, that he needs to be closer, needs to take–fuck, he needs–

“Eddie,” he doesn’t even know where he’s going with it, but he sounds like a fucking animal, all whine and desperation, “Eddie.”

He presses his hips down, rutting into the wet space between Eddie’s slightly spread legs, and Eddie’s like a ragdoll in Buck’s path of destruction, the way he isn’t fighting at all. They’re both drenched and it smells–it smells like piss, acridic and bad but–

Buck can’t stop. He’s still whining and his hips keep moving, faster, harder, the chave of wet denim feels almost heavenly on his hard aching dick. Eddie’s dick, trapped between them, jerks and Buck can feel it, through his own denim and Eddie’s sweatpants and–

His hand that is still holding Eddie’s face down moves without his say so and his fingers press into Eddie’s mouth, to hold it open and–

Eddie moans around them. Around the fingers in his mouth. Around Buck’s fingers in his mouth. He’s still flushed, a part of Buck notices–almost as if from a distance, as if it’s not him holding his best friend down and using him–Buck’s dick jumps at that thought and his entire mouth is flooded with saliva.

Eddie’s flushed and hard beneath Buck. Eddie’s drenched in his own piss and moaning like–like a–Buck groans and keeps fucking downwards and he’s so fucking close–so fucking close he can almost taste it, he–

With almost violent force he pulls Eddie’s face off the ground and kisses him, bitingly, roughly. They’re both groaning into it.

It’s–

Buck can’t think, can’t focus, doesn’t know why this is so hot, why he needs it so much, but he does, he does, he needs it–

“Eddie–” another whine wrenched from his throat. “Eddie, Ed–”

And then Eddie’s hands are on him, pulling him closer. Eddie’s panting breath so fucking loud in his ears, hot puffs on air on Buck’s heated skin, Eddie’s mouth biting back against his, Eddie’s strong legs bracketing Buck’s hips.

Eddie.

“C’mon, Buck, do it,” Eddie pants and he sounds–he sounds in control. He sounds unlike Buck’s ever heard him–turned on and hungry and almost wild but in perfect control if that is possible–and it’s still so fucking familiar it aches. “Do it, c’mon.”

Buck has no idea what it is he should be doing, all there is is this need inside him, clawing and growling and biting and he’s helpless even as he obeys him.

“Eddie–”

“Fuck, fuck–” Eddie’s breath comes even faster, and he pulls Buck against him even faster.

And then he cums. Buck can feel it, can’t believe it’s happening, but he can feel it and suddenly he’s cumming too, can’t not.

He’s boneless on top of Eddie. They are beyond disgusting right now. He can’t believe this really happened. He has no idea what just happened.

He needs it to happen again.

“Fuck,” Eddie says, and he’s still fighting for breath. “Who won?”

fuuuccck

Fucking bravo. Seriously.

Who won? Me. I won. Thank you for this, anon

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