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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

Re: Buck/Tommy grief sex + daddy kink [FILL] [possible dubcon]

[(Anonymous)]

buck hadn't even been able to ask for it via text, just in case - like, someone hacked his phone or decided it was subject to FOIA requests or some shit. he'd created a dummy email account, turned on his VPN, and sent tommy an email that he only re-wrote five to five dozen times.

so now tommy's here, in a pair of old turnouts that buck definitely hasn't had stashed in the back of his closet for ten years, and buck's pretending to be asleep in the closest thing he could find to the bed he'd had when he started at the 118 - a shitty single mattress on the floor (of the month-to-month he's been renting since eddie kicked him out of their eddie's place) - with springs in uncomfortable places and a flat top sheet tucked haphazardly around it because this buck doesn't know about thread counts and proper back support.

he can feel tommy come in and sit on the edge of the bed, groaning a little like he's feeling his age. just like bobby - buck turns his face into the pillow, shoving harder into it like he's just getting comfortable in his sleep.

there's a breath, a hesitation, and then tommy's hand is in his hair, gentle. "hey, kiddo."

buck doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, and tommy sighs. "didn't want to do it like this, but you didn't give me much of a choice, kid. been avoiding me at the station, ducking my calls and texts. i'm worried about you. you've been throwing yourself into the job too much and not taking time to sit with your grief. if this is what it's gonna take to get you coming to terms with me being gone - we're gonna play it like this."

buck feels something cold and hard at his lips - a glass of something? water? but it tastes funny, like it's been sitting out too long. too sweet and stale at the same time. buck chokes, waking up a little, but tommy soothes him back down, stroking his throat to make him swallow.

"dad - what are you -" he tries to say, but tommy tips the last drops down his throat and it's swallow or choke. he starts to feel it immediately, the room spinning out and lethargy pressing him back down into the shitty mattress, his last sensation before darkness swallows him whole of a chill on his limbs as his clothing is methodically stripped off him.

he comes back to life with a groan and a prickling sensation that something is wrong wrong wrong. he's being jostled and jounced around and it says something about his life that his first thought is 'oh god not another rescue from a collapse'. then he realises it's very…centralized jostling. in his center, you might say. there's a cock up his ass, deep enough to be prodding his guts, and there's something in his mouth, prying it open and keeping it that way.

"welcome back, kid," a voice huffs above him, and when buck tries to turn his head to look there's tommy in nothing but the coat of the turnouts, one hand hauling back on the harness he's got buck trussed up in and the other on the back of his neck, shoving him right back down into the pillow by the leather collar there. "about time you came around — talk about a dead lay." he laughs.

buck feels - nothing. the joke about death, the near mummification of his limbs while he was drugged to unconsciousness, the telling pinch of not quite enough lube or prep before something was shoved up his ass - he might as well be still unconscious for all it's doing to him.

"aw, c'mon," the voice says, mocking, sarcastic, "i got all dressed up for you, son, and you won't even say hey to your old man? not even a thanks for the car keys?"

buck tries. tongue twisting strangely in his mouth, he tries for the politeness instilled in him through long periods of passive aggression and over aggressive correction. "-Ank oo."

"oh, good try, champ! a little rough around the edges, though - can we try again? one more time for old pops. say, 'thank you for the help'."

something seizes in buck's chest. he heaves, falters, gets out "'Ank oo oer eling ee."

"hmm, nah, didn't get that one, son. oh, i know - how about something a little easier with that nasty gag in, huh? how about 'fuck me harder, daddy'."

buck tenses all over, clenched so hard tommy must feel it, because he groans, real, and the pistoning of his hips falters for a second before he catches himself and laughs. "oh, that was good, kid, very good! letting me know how much you're liking it with your tight little cunthole. but you're gonna have to use your words for me. how am i supposed to know you really want it unless you tell me?"

buck pushes back, arching his back and twisting, bucking his hips and struggling against the restraints, flexing his muscles and reaching for any point of weakness he can exploit, something, anything to get free and out, out out of the room, the station, the city, to somewhere bobby is still - bobby isn't -

"whoa, boy," the voice above him says, and it's familiar, beloved, and it's also hateful and hated and not the one he wants to hear, not the one he needs. "buck, you asked for this, remember? you wanted me to show you how to be a good firefighter, a real man. that's what dads are for, to teach their kids how to do things. and you," his cock thrust hard into buck's perinium, missing the hole, and buck couldn't help crying out.

he laughs and thrusts twice more, hitting buck's balls and perinium again before he slips into the raw, swollen hole. at the same moment he gets a handle on the back of buck's collar and hauls. buck choks, seizes as he momentarily forgets all the cuffs and leather pinioning him in his instinctive surge to get off the cock, and chokes again, fighting mucus and a hot rush in his chest to breathe.

"that's it," he hisses, grinding his hips so hard into buck's hole that he has to be in his guts, re-arranging his kidneys, "fight me. fight it, buck, stay with me, kiddo. you want me to let you breathe? huh? you wanna breathe, boy? thank me for raping you. go on, say it." his grip on the collar loosens, just enough that buck can drag in a breath.

spit is flying out of his pried open mouth, spattering the cheap mattress and flat pillow and sheet and mixing with the lube stains on the turnout sleeves, snot is running down his nose and smearing over his cheeks and he is painfully, disgustingly hard. there's a hand on his nipple, twisting savagely, and he cries out again, and then a mouth, biting his ear lobe, his shoulder, his cheek, anywhere it can reach, and that voice again, "'thank you for raping me, daddy'."

"'ank oo," buck says, tongue thick and pushing even more phlegm out to slide down his chin, "ank oo 'or 'a'in' ee."

"finish it."

"'a-ee! ank oo 'or 'a'in' ee, a-ee! ank oo! 'ees! ank oo!" once he starts he can't seem to stop, all the tears that haven't come and haven't come for weeks, ever since the funeral, ever since he'd made it all about himself again and the 118 had turned into just a number - he's begging, incoherent around the gag, and he doesn't even notice the cock up his ass is still and there are hands unbuckling the gag and strong thumbs massaging his jaw when it refuses at first to close.

"i'm sorry, dad, daddy, i'm so sorry, i wasn't good enough, bobby, i'm sorry, i couldn't save you, i tried, i promise, i tried! hurt me more, please, do it, please!"

the voice is saying something, the register changing, but no matter how much buck pushes back into the hands, hoping for blows or scratches or cuts, they're gentle now, and even the hard cock is no longer a punishment to be endured but a rocking caress over his prostate, fucking like a lover when buck deserves the opposite. he stops pushing, stops fighting to get away and lets himself go limp again, hoping for the black unconsciousness to return, but tears are still streaming out of his eyes and down his cheeks to mingle with the rest of the disgusting fluids he's covered with, and the voice in his ear is telling him he's done well, that daddy is proud of him, that no one could have tried harder and done more for his family and captain.

buck doesn't believe the words, but the cock up his ass is solid and unyielding, coring buck out and forcing him to accept his place is where it makes it. he can feel the ache of bruises beginning and the sticky-taut feeling of dried spit and pre and snot and maybe blood and all he can do is lie there and take it until the grief beneath his breastbone is pushed out on a wave of something more viscous.

Re: Buck/Tommy grief sex + daddy kink [FILL] [possible dubcon]

[(Anonymous)]

op here—damn! this was both more fucked up (the roofie, the depression, the fucking dialogue, holy shit) and sweeter than I was anticipating (the idea of Buck making a throwaway email and then getting a VPN to share this fantasy....that's so cute but also so aaaaaaah given the context.) thank you!!

Re: Buck/Tommy grief sex + daddy kink [FILL] [possible dubcon]

[(Anonymous)]

thank you! I'm so glad you liked it despite the darker tone! the prompt grabbed me and I pounded this out in 2 hours so you definitely inspired me to set a writing record lol.