#{ask games}

[ryisbread]

Ohhh let’s

Please

Let's do Sleepover Saturday!

So send me asks about:

fuck, marry, kill

ask my top 3 of anything

make me choose between two things

send me celebrities for hot or not

would I ship _______ with _______ ? 

headcanons

who you ship me with

tell me stories about you or your day

ask me for advice

ask me questions about things you want to know

literally whatever you want!

[queermccoy]

I wish you would write a fic where bucktommy get off on watching a sextape they made with each other pre-break up after they get back together

this got weird! and a little long, so it's under a cut.

(i'm not taking i wish you would writes anymore)

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"Did you watch it?" Buck asked. "After you broke up with me?"

He gestured to the television across the room with his elbow. His hands were busy pushing his sweatpants down his thighs.

Playing at a volume low enough for them to hear clearly, but not so loud they were giving Buck's downstairs neighbor free jerk-off audio, was a video Tommy had made of Buck, back when they were dating the first time. Past-Buck, still a shiny new cocksucker, was pressing open-mouth kisses along Past-Tommy's thick red cock with wet, swollen lips.

Now-Tommy, palming his cock through his obscenely tented basketball shorts, looked at Buck. His eyes were intense, dark with arousal and bright. They weren't hazy, not yet. They were just getting started.

"I did," Tommy admitted. He licked his lips, eyes flicking to Buck, to where he was fisting his cock, and then over to the television. "How could I not, when you looked liked like that?"

As if waiting for his cue, the Buck on tv choked on Tommy's cock, saliva bubbling out of his mouth and down his chin. God, Buck's lips had been so, so pink; puffy and so fucking sexy. Maybe it was narcissistic, but Buck was hot, especially looking up at Tommy, at the camera, with his eyes red rimmed and teary. His face had been burning, Buck remembered. He'd been hot all over.

He was hot all over now.

The camera shook, the Tommy behind it shifting. His hand entered the focus, fingers raking through that Buck's hair. It had been longer then.

"Did you watch it?" Tommy continued, bringing Buck to the present. He heard Tommy spit. It sent a shiver through him, cock throbbing in his hand, getting harder, somehow. He'd been hard since they started casting their homemade porn but the sound of Tommy jerking off to it too was enormous in Buck's ears.

"Yeah," he admitted. Without thinking he continued, "I missed your cock."

God, had he. Buck had missed the heft of it in his hands. In his mouth. The ghost of it kissing his soft pallet haunting him through loaf after loaf of misery bread. He felt it then, sitting next to Tommy, the phantom taste of it in the back of his throat. Jesus Christ, but Buck loved dick. He could smell it, in his memories and from his right, where Tommy was touching himself. It was getting to Buck. He felt like an upturned bag of marbles.

"I missed you so much, Tommy," he said over the sound of his throat working; choking, glucking. Wet.

Tommy groaned. "What else did you miss, baby?"

Buck rubbed his thumb against the weeping head of his cock, smearing precome. "The way your hair curled in the morning," he said instead of any of the dirty things Tommy probably thought he would. "Th-that smile you have that—that feels like a hug and re-reprimand at the same time. How do you do that? It's so hot!"

A flash of warmth at the memory of Tommy in Buck's space, the way he took up so much of it and seemed to warp it around himself, spliced overtop the sight of Past-Tommy's big hands on either side of Past-Buck's face, holding him still to fuck it. Buck was so fucking close.

"Jesus, Evan," Tommy breathed.

But Buck wasn't a person anymore; he was a bundle of almost-frayed nerves where a man used to be. "Your hands too," he said. The version of Tommy on tv was stroking that Buck's cheekbones with his thumbs. Square. "Holding mugs. M-missed that."

The sounds from Tommy slowed. Buck glanced over and Tommy had stopped jerking himself off, eyes on Buck, gaze full of longing and affection and something that might be awe.

"And—and your cock in my throat! I missed that too! But—but the way your shoulders look in that one sw-sweater? The green one, with the button?" Buck groaned and closed his eyes. He tipped his head back against the back of the couch. "You're so hot."

"You're killing me, kid," Tommy whined, then Buck heard the slick movement of his hand on his cock again.

The sounds of it, the sounds of Past-Buck's raspy breathing, all of it—the sights, the smells, the velvet soft memories—everything, swirled and packed themselves tightly under Buck's belly. It released with a bright burst, Buck coming all over his fist. He laughed, delighted, and cracked open his eyes to watch it coat his fingers, shooting and landing on the hem of his shirt where it wasn't pushed up his stomach enough. Grinning, he looked over at Tommy. He was watching Buck with hazy eyes.

Ah, there he was.

Without thinking about it, Buck kicked off his sweats and then slid to his knees between Tommy's thighs, suddenly desperate to reenact their sex tape.

A new memory.

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

💍 for the ask game please!

Thank you for the ask! Some more from Wedding Vows and Other Lies:

“You told my family we started dating in November,” Edwin says. “What were we doing in November?” Charles wracks his brain. “Remember that day we went to Crystal’s art show?” “I try not to.” Charles pokes him again. “Come on, you had fun.” Crystal’s art shows tended to be controlled chaos, like the artist, the exact opposite of the stuffy, self-serious art shows she’d grown up going to with her parents. This one had involved a paint fight, with a room full of people throwing paint at each other. Edwin, who made a mistake of wearing a suit to the show, walked away absolutely covered in bright pink paint. Charles had had a photo of him looking adorably pissy with half his face covered in paint as his lock screen for months and his suit in ruins. “We were in the room with the paint fight,” Charles says. “And you got me with a face full of blue paint.” “It was self defense.” “And I looked at you all covered in paint and knew I had to spend the rest of my life with you.” “A face full of paint? That’s what did it? Crystal swore that paint was non toxic.”

Make Me Write (Again)

[kvothes]

kiss ask - 14 + 21?

since you didn't name a pairing i decided on gideon/harrow :)

CASUALLY + ON A PLACE OF INSECURITY:

Griddle revived has new habits, worse ones. She preens more (Harrow would have assumed this impossible). Her increase in appetite is inversely proportional to her decrease in manners. She sleeps fitfully, and less. She also kisses Harrow now.

They’re unthinking little things. Most often she drops a kiss to the top of Harrow’s head, seemingly whenever the mood strikes her. Alone. In company. Mid-step. Half-asleep she does this, kissing Harrow’s head and hands and shoulders. 

Harrow permits this, as she permits Gideon anything (except the poor table manners). She doesn’t protest or even react at all, mostly. And she doesn’t reciprocate.

Not until they’re alone. 

Not until the day or night or river or what-have-you has calmed enough to allow for rest, a bed, a change of clothes. 

It’s night and Harrow is already half asleep when Gideon launches herself onto the bed with all the grace of a rockfall, landing solidly on top of Harrow and disrupting all the blankets and pillows. Harrow screeches and pulls Gideon’s hair; Gideon laughs and laughs and bundles Harrow up into an acceptable shape for spooning. “Calm thyself, my crepuscular beauty,” she says into Harrow’s ear. “It’s only me.”

“I’ll melt your swords into silverware,” Harrow threatens.

Gideon kisses the back of her neck. “I dare you,” she says, and her voice drops in register. 

Harrow sniffs and relaxes into the indignity of being cuddled. It takes a few long moments before she realizes why Gideon feels so much warmer than usual, why there’s new tenderness in the way her back presses against Gideon’s front. “You aren’t wearing a shirt,” Harrow blurts out.

Gideon tenses a little. “No,” she says, guardedly. 

Gideon slept with her shirt on and buttoned to her collar for a month when Harrow first got her back. Even now she’s slow to undress, wary of baring her chest, its scars, its pitted and hollowed skin. The horrible reminder.

Harrow just breathes for a moment. Then she wiggles and twists about— “Ouch, lady, your elbows”—until she and Gideon are face to face. Gideon grins at her and kisses the tip of Harrow’s nose. Harrow goes cross-eyed watching her, which makes Gideon laugh. The laugh arrests itself when Harrow curls up her spine and ducks her head and kisses the mass of knotted scar tissue at the center of Gideon’s chest.

“Don’t,” Gideon says, in a tone that Harrow has never heard from her. It’s almost a whine. Harrow looks up. Gideon is wide-eyed and hardly breathing. They stare at each other. Harrow leans in, tentative now, and kisses the skin again.

Gideon’s breath leaves her in a rush. Harrow worms her way up to tuck her face into Gideon’s neck. “Never again,” she orders, in a tight little voice. Her hands splay out over the ruined skin. 

“I’ll live until you kill me,” Gideon says, and rolls on top of Harrow to cover her completely.

[jflemings]

getting the first chap of my long jflem fic done so invade my inbox with these if you wish!!!

ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects

Send an emoji and I'll answer!

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing... ❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 🌤️Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP. 🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP. 🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP. 💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen. 🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP. ☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it? 🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

[peachdues]

i followed you the day after you posted chapter one of netherwood. i now keep notifications on because your feral posts always make me giggle

^^ that this is 90% of my content on here and y’all still follow me is a miracle in itself. Thank you, my love!

anonymously tell me why you follow me!

[zuppizup]

From the Ask game - In Absentia?

Oof, I so need to finish the next chapter! I promise it is nearly done. This is a very busy time of year here being summer holidays and all, so fic writing isn’t happening as much as normal.

Anyway, here’s a wee snippet from the up-coming chapter

“Hey, we’ll get him back, okay.” Soren smiled at her, a solid hand on her shoulder. “And you and Callum are going to be great parents.”

She snorted, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She wasn’t so sure about her, but she knew Callum would be the best dad. So kind and loving and gentle-

The whole idea of them as actual parents seemed a far-off dream right now.

“And you’re going to have a super cute baby,” Soren continued, not seeming to notice her upset state.

Or maybe he did? Maybe he was trying to distract her.

“Though, hopefully she looks a bit more like you than Callum.”

“What’s wrong with Callum?” She couldn’t help but feel offended on Callum’s behalf.

“Well, he’s a bit ordinary, isn’t he?” Soren stroked his chin, clearly pondering the question. “I guess you like him well enough, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this situation,” he gestured to her midsection, “but a baby with brown hair and green eyes or one with purple eyes and horns? That’s hardly a contest.”

She rolled her eyes, snorting at him. “Babies with horns are ordinary to me, dumbass.”

WIP Ask Game

[agentpeggycartering]

I'd love to know more about 1. in which buck is a chaotic menace (aka nora verse)

Hello!! So sorry this took me so long. I was hoping that I could get some writing or editing done this week so I could have a snippet for you but I wasn't able to get anything together. This is my beloved Nora Verse, my bucktommy mpreg, didn't know I was pregnant fic. I shared snippets and headcanons here, here, and here and you can read everything I've shared not just for this game but in general here.

Fear not. I'm not coming empty handed! @quintessenceofdust88 tagged me in a moodboard game last week and I finally finished mine, so that's what I'm sharing with you tonight. 🥰

[worldweaverofmediocrity]

toss me some engagement

Fandom Ask Game!

Some are specific to writers or artists, but I made sure to include questions for everyone!

OTP?

OT3?

NoTP?

Is there a popular pairing you don't necessarily dislike but aren't too invested in?

Out of all your fanworks that include [character], which is your favourite?

Show us a bit of a WIP!

Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

What's your favourite piece of fanart for [character]?

What's your favourite piece of fanart for [ship]?

What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

Have you noticed your style change over time?

Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

What's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

What's your favourite thing about [fandom] (the people in it, not the media you're all enjoying together)?

When did you first join Tumblr? How long was it between that and finding [fandom]?

Go onto your AO3. Which ship have you written for the most? The least? Does this correspond to who you consider your "favourite?"

Give us a headcanon for [character]

Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

What's your favourite thing about [character]?

What's your least favourite thing [character] said or did?

[callabang]

For the fic game, 27 & 48 or 54 & 99 <3

TBH guys this is such a fun writing exercise…. I get to IMAGINE and IDEATE with no care for resolution/structure/quality of prose… it’s just fic chatting in public. We should do this more. anon you can have both requests as a treat <3

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

send me a trope mash-up!!

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Oh trope city. Some of these are just vintage trope pairings you know. None of that new age shit. THE CLASSICS.

It’s most fun to imagine Sam having to engage in fake dating so that’s what we’re doing. Leaning fully into the cliche let’s say Adam is mildly ill and or injured during Jet Lag filming in Paris and Ben is like you’re the only one that speaks french!! You have to go in!! Say you’re his boyfriend!! 

Honestly this could certainly be that they’re not together yet but it could also just canonically (“canonically” lol. Canonically to MY headcanons that I am boldly posting online) be that Sam is in whateverrrrrr relationship he thinks he’s in with them but doesn’t consider them to be “dating” so it feels like fake dating to him. Ben is like okay this is semantics go ask the doctor if Adam needs antibiotics or what!! Somehow Sam awkwardly volunteers way more information than is necessary to the French hospital staff, it’s truly such a bizarre vibe, meanwhile they are like it’s 2024 you can just see your friend in the hospital sir. He’s in room 403 it would honestly be great if you can go translate. 

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

Anon big props to you for being the only person so far to request a truly funky premise (MAGIC), I adore a weird AU sooo much. Shout out to Maria because some of this is stolen from fic chat with her.

I think that the nature of insane poly coworker trio is that it does kind of start out as a secret because it’s just: a lot. Like people see Adam and Ben and make some assumptions but the entire situation is sooo hard to explain. How to begin to explain. Impossible. But obviously they also do have to explain at some point

Ok here I go down kind of a rabbit hole thinking about them explaining this to their parents:

Sam of course tells nobody in the world anything about his personal relationships but sometimes it tickles me to imagine him telling his parents like the world’s smallest tidbits with absolutely NO space for follow-up questions. Like they let him start a youtube empire when he was 11 so probably they’re fairly okay with whatever his deal is. He’s texting them occasional one sentence updates and calling them quarterly and ignoring any subsequent questions they have about him dating ben and adam. I’m running a marathon I’m dating two of my coworkers I’m flying to Japan for my youtube business. period.

Adam I think desperately wants to talk about his relationship to everyone and especially his mom so he is not keeping it a secret. He needs her advice he needs her guidance he needs to share soft stories about ben and sam!!! 

BEN. Ben I imagine is like. Deep in the hole. Didn’t tell his parents about this when it started and now it’s been two years. You guys I can’t tell the truth NOW we have to gaslight my mom. It’s the only way. Sam would do it but Adam is like uh NO WAY this is your problem you have to fix it. so there’s some conflict there

So this is the premise and then magical accident uhhh. UHH. okay i struggled to think of a magic accident but looking at my own ao3 fully 15% of my fics are magic or magic adjacent so i guess i need to GET OVER IT. I mean if it’s like magical realism and not a fully magic AU then perhaps ben accidentally creates a magic stress poltergeist that embodies his various fears and concerns about his relationship and then they have to deal with a kind of rascal spirit causing problems in their household. If we go FULL magic au then ben is a cute little hedgewitch (!!!) and accidentally does some kind of witchcraft to adam during a spat about whether to tell ben’s scary witch mother about their collective relationship and then feels really bad and has to turn adam back from a hawthorne tree or what have you and apologize a bunch. Honestly hedgewitch ben is kind of compelling to me

i also think it would be kind of funny for ben to just go on a whole solo miyazaki adventure that solves none of his problems and he also doesn’t experience character growth and then he comes back and still has to tell his mom about his boyfriends. LOL

[cherrieguroo]

other ask games are too sexual or romantic and i dont like that so im making my own, bitch

🫂 - i wanna hug you

🧠- i love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often

🫀- i love you in a deeply concerning platonic way

💿- i wanna listen to music with you in a treehouse in a summer night

🌷- i wanna shittalk people with you and just be haters together. it would be fun

🪻- you are so so cool and awesome oh my god

🌻- im proud of you

🍄- you didn't deserve what happened to you

🌵- you could stab me and i wouldnt mind as long as its you

💧- you are an important presence in my life

🍬- id go to a candy store with you and steal all the candy

🕹️- i wanna go to an arcade with you

🕰️- ill love you until the end of time, dear friend

🥊- id beat someone up with you

🌑- you worry me sometimes. just remember im here if you ever wanna talk about anything <2

♟️- you, me, board games.

🍁- im so glad you're my friend

🐚- our souls are linked in ways i cant put to words

[lunavagans]

Uhhh sure why not

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

[prettyboyprettyeyes]

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

would looove to see some 💍💍💍

Thank you for the ask! Here's some more Wedding Vows and Other Lies:

“I’m sure whatever plans you have can be rescheduled for your family,” his mother says as the bedroom door opens and Charles peaks his head around the divider that separates his side of the room from Edwin’s. He quirks an eyebrow at Edwin and holds up a mug of tea. Gratefully, Edwin holds out a hand for the tea and mouths, “My mother.” Charles winces as he passes over the mug. “And I’m sure you understand why Charles and I would rather not come over for dinner after your behavior at Walter’s funeral.” “Our behavior?” It’s too early for this. Edwin takes a sip of tea, grimacing when he finds it scalding. “You referred to my fiance as a gold digger and worse.” “And you got engaged at a funeral, Edwin. What were we supposed to say?” Charles sticks his phone in Edwin’s face. Typed in the Notes app is, Sell it!!!! “Sell what?” Edwin asks silently, then tells his mother, “A congratulations would have been nice.” He misses his mother’s reply, because Charles shoves his phone back in his face. “We go to dinner with them, sell this engagement thing.” “Are you insane?” Edwin mouths at him. “Edwin, are you listening to me?” his mother demands. “Of course,” Edwin lies. “As I said, Charles and I are busy on Sunday night.” “We need to sit down and discuss Walter’s will as a family. Now, I realize tensions were high at the funeral and everyone said things they regret.” “I regret nothing I said.” Charles is waving at him, so Edwin pulls his phone away from his ear and hisses, “What?” “We should go, mate,” Charles whispers. “Why on earth would we do that?” “So we can convince them that this is the real thing, yeah?” “Charles, my family doesn’t need to believe us that this is the real thing. All they need to know is that we’re getting married.”

Make Me Write (Again)

[shynerdwantscuddles]

That send a heart emoji game, but it better encompasses the complex feelings between queer mutuals/followers:

❤️~ I’m deeply in love with you even though we’ve never met Irl

🧡~ I have feelings for you but will never tell you that off anon

💛~ We’re just friends… unless?

💚~ I want to be you

💙~ We’re actually just good friends, but I would die for you

💜~ You’re hot and you intimidate me

🩵~ You’re so cool, and I genuinely want to be besties

🤎~Me, you, and a U-Haul?

❣️~ I don’t know if I hate you or if I’m attracted to you

❤️‍🔥~ Oil up

❤️‍🩹~ Please get help

💌~ Why do you live so far away? 😭

💔~ If we were married we’d get divorced in less than a year

🫀~ You make me go feral

♥️~ You’re my type

💘~ I would fight you in a Wendy’s parking lot

💞~ Enemies to lovers?

💗~ I want to start an intense platonic friendship with you

💓~ We would destroy each other

💕~ You’re my dear old friend (homosexual undertones)

💖~ I’m judging you ☕️

🫶~ We’re bros/besties, but if you asked me out, I wouldn’t necessarily say no…

🫰~ I antagonize you because I care <3

😘~ I have a crush on you, AND I want to be you

🥰~ Pay attention to me 🥺

💑~ Let’s be roommates 😉

🤍~ You scare me, and not in a hot way

🩶~ We would not get along

🖤~ I’m outside your window 😀

💟~ I’m afraid of messaging you first

[kvothes]

Destiel, 42

OUT OF PRIDE:

Quick flick in the corner of his eye. Sense of heat. Dean reacts fast, grabbing that presumptive wrist and twisting. He slams Cas against the bunker wall, presses up close behind him. Settles the hammer in his free hand.

“Hi, honey,” he says in the angel’s ear. “Got you.”

“Dean.” Cas struggles against him. “Stop.” On a normal day, with a normal Dean, this wouldn’t even be a fight: Cas the angel is ludicrously stronger than a human, even a hunter.

But Dean still has the black eyes and jumped-up blood and strength to match it. He wrenches Cas’s arm up higher and makes a tsk in the back of his throat. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Not like this,” Cas pants. He struggles. Tries to twist away.

Dean leans closer. He licks a broad line up Cas’s jaw. Static on his tongue. The taste of grace, almost painful. Not Cas’s natural grace, though. Stolen somehow. ���You little bastard,” he says, delighted. “Who’d you gank to get this lit up, huh? Whose juice are you running on?” 

“I didn’t kill anyone,” Cas grinds out. “Can you say the same?”

Dean grins against nape of Cas’s neck. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he says, low, dark. 

Cas attempts to trip him. Dean laughs and crushes him harder against the wall. “Come on, Cas,” he says, almost crooning in his ear. “Don’t you like me like this? I like me like this. I’m so strong, Cas, more’n I was as a human. Don’t you like it?” And he kisses Cas on the corner of his mouth, because he can, because he’s Dean fucking Winchester and he feels good in his corrupted skin. 

“This isn’t you,” Cas says. He won’t play along. Dean pouts.

“It’s better than me,” he says. 

“That’s not possible,” Cas says, and then he swings his head back and breaks Dean’s nose. Dean releases him, howling, and steps back—directly into the one-armed grip of Sam, whom he hadn’t heard coming.

“No,” Dean snarls, trying to fight him off, “no—” 

Cas’s eyes flash full of grace. He wraps his arms around Dean and all goes dark.