#kick in the pants ask game

[tarisilmarwen]

Are you still doing the Kick in the Pants Game?

If so, I'd love to ask for/hear more about "Relics" or "Kindred Lights".

I've been itching to get back to my strengths (whump and hurt/comfort) so I opened up the "Relics" doc and immediately wrote the scene where Ezra gets hurt. Go figure.

"A pity," Thrawn mused. "I had hoped, in the spirit of mutual curiosity and our shared appreciation for art, that you might be more cooperative, Lieutenent Wren." There was something vaguely unsettling in his bearing as he spoke, and Sabine felt a twinge of nervous anxiety as the man casually slid his sidearm from his hip holster. He studied the blaster in his hands a moment, gaze impassive. "But now I see that you require some… additional incentive," he said, ominously. He half-turned, leveling his arm perfectly straight and firing a shot. BANG! To her left, Ezra stiffened and gave a jerking shudder as the bolt tore through his stomach. He made a hitched little sound of shock and pain, eyes wide. "No!" Sabine shrieked in horror and outrage, surging forward. The troopers held her back, armored arms tight around hers as she scrabbled and scratched and kicked, trying to get to him. Ezra staggered, curling in towards his middle, where Sabine could now see a spot of red growing. "Bastard!" she screamed at Thrawn.

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[bisexualriza]

maybe this can help with my writer's block :] itd be my first time sharing some royai fics ive been working on!!! (some titles are placeholders bc uh im bad at names)

flowers for Riza: a fic in which Roy tries (and continuously fails to) express his emotions to Riza through the language of flowers.

hide her: deranged Riza fic, in which she commits a murder and runs away with her toddler aged son, before begging Roy to help her. like the great ex he is, Roy of course uses his power and authority to cover up her crime.

late: Roy forgets the third anniversary in which he married his wife, and accidentally comes home late from a work trip. Riza is pissed at him.

the huntress: vampire hunter au, in which State Alchemists are replaced by State Hunters. after being cursed by the vampire who killed her parents, Riza sets out to enlist and seek out her revenge on the vampire's offspring. Roy, her handler, tries to keep her in line and on a steady path, but soon realizes he's gonna have a difficult time reigning her in when she happens to fall in love with a vampire.

terrible husband: Roy is (accidentally) a terrible husband to his wife Riza when they go through complications with her second pregnancy. Despite what doctors say, Riza is adamant that she can carry and deliver the baby, but Roy seems to think otherwise.

"kick-in-the-pants" writer's game!

Rules:

Reblog this post and put the names/working titles of your wips in either the tags or your reblog. (You may add a brief bio/ship name/any other info if desired)

Your followers can send you the name of one of the wips in an ask, and are welcomed and encouraged to send multiple.

For each wip title you recieve, work for a five minute sprint on writing that wip!

Respond to their ask with one of your favorite lines you wrote during that sprint!

(to encourage community spirit, it is suggested to send an ask to the person you reblogged it from, and whoever reblogs it from you)

[ana-cantskywalker]

Also "of all the things I lost"

I'm gonna be for real I forgot this one existed till I was looking through my WIPs for this game. I'm glad you asked for it because I have been MAJOR neglecting it lol

Anyways, hope you like it :)

 Someone had to be there to take care of his home until he came back, and she was going to be the one to do it. Her heart wasn’t in the rebellion anymore, it was here.  Or maybe it was lightyears away wherever he was.  She didn’t quite know.

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[kmomof4]

Killian (Indiana) Jones?

Alright, love! After a 5min sprint- with at least the first two of those min spent staring at the doc- I got 2 sentences… and then I got another ask for the same fic from @frankensteins-mt-dew , so I will give you both everything I’ve got on the doc!

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire.

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle.

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.

Thanks for playing, y’all!

[walkawaytall]

For the writers game, “Dameron and Solo” or “Skiff”?

Well, since I already did something real sad for Dameron and Solo, here's something less-sad from Skiff (reminder that these are all working titles, and by that, I really mean they are document titles for organizational purposes)

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“Did they—”

Leia lifted her head from its place right over Han’s heart and placed a warm, dry hand on his cheek. “It’s not as bad as whatever you’re thinking. I will be okay. I’m just glad you’re a—” She let out shuddery breath and Han felt her rest her forehead against his chest again for a beat before regaining her composure and continuing. “I’m just glad you’re alive. We didn’t know what nearly a year in carbonite would do and then we weren’t able to get you straight to medical treatment and—” Her voice broke again.

Han reached clumsily for her face, touching what most closely resembled a cheek in the bright blur that was his field of vision, and orienting himself enough to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m here,” he said.

“You’re here,” Leia repeated, wrapping her arms around him again.

[griseldabanks]

Cosmic Eclipse and First Contact for the Kick-in-the-Pants Writer's Ask, please?

Cosmic Eclipse: 103 words!

He could shoot Moriarty, but the probability of getting a shot off before the snipers fired.... No. The explosives. They could bring this whole place down, and at least they would take Moriarty with them. But where was the vest John had taken off? Sherlock couldn't see....

First Contact: 136 words!

Once it became clear that the aliens weren't going to immediately start shooting laser guns or levitating people into their spaceship and start probing them, the army seemed to relax a little.

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

if by "sometimes spoken" you mean she asked you to dinner 2 years ago and then you were too chicken shit to tell her you loved her not once but twice after you almost got her killed, then yeah shawn it's "sometimes spoken"

sorry i might be a little salty that therev'e been so many good episodes without any shules developments and also shawn's a little chicken shit

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Me coming up covered in blood: I have another au idea

[frankensteins-mt-dew]

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🎆 favorite thing someone else has said

Uuuuummmmmmm idk if it has to be writing/ tumblr related but currently it's what my little sister said to me last week when I saw her at the top of the stairs as I was headed to work

"I know you've had a tough week, so you can have my heart" *hands me her tiny heart shaped stress ball*

🌕 weirdest nickname

I really don't have a lot of nicknames in general, but my dad calls me Kanga. I love it

🪀 favorite obscure band

I am super basic when it comes to music, so like the closest thing I have is CHVRCHES. I listened to them a lot during the first few months of the pandemic and started listening again in the past few months

🧃 weapon of choice in a battle to the death

Either a mace or bow and arrow

[ehlnofay]

wip wsunday (night)

tagged by @wispstalk (thank you kindly!) tagging back @ervona and @everybodyknows-everybodydies if you so please.

I put my long-ish tes piece on the backburner to take a break and write shorter things featuring my best friends elder scrolls characters from my mind and then I put THAT on the backburner because my very sweet grandmother paid for me to buy bg3 and. alas. look I can't play a game of this nature without fleshing out my player character far more than necessary and then I get curious. so here's a very shoddily scribbled bit from my very first playing-around piece (a rambling description of my character's extremely abandoned house)

[methinmycoffee]

People say this. They say it after I ask them “do you care?” And then I watch as they slowly crumble after I unload all the knowledge that makes up the universe into their pathetic and unworthy minds

[gojoest]

URGES — gojo satoru

MDNI, pregnancy freak!satoru, f!reader, established relationship (married), reader is pregnant, public sex (in the train, but it’s just the tip), reader is going through hormonal changes that cause a very high sex drive + wears a dress, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetness), wc: 1.3k, dividers by @/cafekitsune

a/n: i implemented the ideas suggested by @/tapiocakisses & @/cherriel0v3r into this drabble, big thank you <3

Satoru adores every bit about your pregnancy.

Certainly, his favorite thing about it is the baby bump that had slowly started forming — all because it is the most unambiguous sign that you belong to someone.

Surely, he also likes to put his hands on your belly. He places them on top when you sit together, rubs it softly, or gently shields it with his palm as you walk down the street while his other hand firmly sits at the small of your back — after all, this is the most unambiguous sign that you belonged to him, because not just any man would walk around touching a pregnant woman like that.

Not just any man, but the father himself.

But recently, there is another aspect of your pregnancy that he had grown extremely fond of — almost addicted, in fact, to the point he thinks he won’t be able to live any other way once this “side effect” subsides.

High sex drive…

…which comes as a result of increased hormonal shifts in your body, causing an abysmal spike in your libido. Thus meaning, you keep him quite busy.

These arousal outbursts occur at random times of the day, and Satoru is always ready to deliver — even if it means making regular stops at home during work hours (a few times a day) or ending a mission in an abrupt and brutal manner (unnecessary hollow purpling curses left and right that otherwise could’ve been handled with less effort).

It is all for a good cause — he needs to take care of his pregnant wife.

Sometimes you’d wake him up in the middle of the night, pawing at his cock, sweetly and innocently asking him to fuck you.

The blood has never rushed faster to his groin before. In all honesty, those are the times he struggles with his self-restraint because you drive him absolutely nuts with a single word, and the fact that you need him this bad, so bad that you’re already wet down there between your legs — and he can smell it, so bad that you wake him up rubbing your thighs together asking for his cock because your fingers aren’t good enough to reach certain spots… messes with his head oh so terribly. If you weren’t in this fragile, pregnant state, he’d pin you down nasty and fuck the living hell out of you until you pass out.

He thinks to himself, that once the child is born the first thing he’ll do is fuck your brains out in the most obscene of positions that weren’t suitable during the pregnancy and take his pent-up frustration from holding back his stroke game out on that pretty cunt of yours. Well, until he knocks you up all over again.

…because he wants to keep you pregnant and needy for him, all the time.

Until then, he’ll fuck you tenderly. Sometimes with just the tip…

…as you so happen to be in public — in the train, on your way to visit the zoo during one of his rarely free days, when your urges just so happened to kick in. Again.

Even though, he fucked you good before leaving the house. Pretty sure his cum is still staining the inner of your panties even — the panties that are now slid to the side as you’re backed against one of the corners of the train where it’s relatively secluded, with your husband standing before you holding the hem of your dress up and high enough to access what’s underneath. His pants undone but still intact around his legs, it’s just the zipper that is down for his cock to be out and the tip prodding in your cunt.

It’s a good thing that he’s a big man and that his frame can cover the entirety of you once he is in front of you, so that people entering or leaving the wagon wouldn’t witness the obscenity beyond him. Fortunately, all they see is the huge, broad back of a tall, well-built man. And, well, a pair of smaller feet that could be spotted through his spread lower limbs, that is, if you looked down.

“Shh—“, cupping your cheek with his free hand Satoru quietly hushes you, tracing his index finger over your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, moving your hips slightly to swallow more of him inside you, and not just the tip. “I don’t want other people to hear the sweet noises you make, they’re for my ears only, okay?”

His finger moves away from your mouth, giving way for his lips to seal them instead. Because he knows that you won’t listen to him. You never do. And he really can’t make peace with the possibility of someone catching on to your voice. Not because you’d be busted fucking in broad daylight, inside of a train of all places. But because, that voice you make when his cock is inside you? It’s really just for him to hear and keep.

“Please, sweetness— just whisper your moans to me, in my ear only”, he mumbles against your lips, just barely breaking the kiss so he could beg for you to keep it down. Growing concerned on what he could possibly do if someone were to actually hear you.

“Nghh—”, you pant into him, incoherent. Easier said than done, you think but the words don’t make it out. All that is in your mind is how bad you want his cock inside you, all of it. The tip only is doing more damage than any good, teasing you further.

“Fuck me for real, ‘Toru”, you hiss at him, grabbing a chunk of his hair before dragging your nails down his undercut, then down his back, and then lower, and lower, and lower — until you reach his ass. Your hand kneading on it, sneakily luring his hips into you.

He wavers, he really does.

Beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, his bangs damp and sticking on his skin. His cheeks flushed while he breathes in heavy stutters as tremors run up and down his body, causing him to buck himself forward just a tiny bit before he stops himself. Terrified of losing his mind if he goes an inch deeper in you, because then — people would know and unfortunately see you in a state that only he is allowed to see.

His extreme possessiveness of you being the only voice of reason in him right now, no matter how contradicting the present situation is. He wants people to know that he fucks you, but he does not want them to witness it. His wish to be the only one you give yourself to is followed by the desire to be the only witness to how you do it.

“Yeah?”, he scoffs, his head falling back for a second then shifting to its previous position. Shortly after his neck cranes down and he nestles his forehead on the nook of your shoulder.

“Do you know what it costs me to stop myself from going all the way in? Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel?”, he laughs in a daze. “Pretty sure I just lost about 10 years of my life holding back, so please — please, don’t let anyone get to that sweet voice”, he pleads through a heavy breath. His voice is really desperate. Like he really is fighting for his life there, trying to keep your voice pristine to his ears only.

“There’s a café three stops away”, he continues after he peels his head away from your shoulder and looks at you through half-lidded eyes. “I can give you the rest there — can you be a good girl for me till then?”

You nod.

The zoo visit was clearly off the table now. But in a few more minutes you would be on the bathroom counter — legs spread and a cockful of your husband inside you — getting what you deserve.

[angelsforthenight]

arcane women nsfw headcanons

(vi, caitlyn, sevika, ambessa)

cw: 18+, overstimulation, brief mention of bdsm, choking, spit, i talk about both topping and bottoming with each characters.

vi:

when topping: eats it for her own pleasure: meaning she can have her face buried in between your thighs for hours and hours on end, pushing you back down onto the bed whenever you’d try lift yourself up and get away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure. service top when she’s in a good mood, sure — she’d be obsessed with your sounds, the way your walls would flutter around her. it would be making love rather than sex: sweet and tender. but when she isn’t in a good mood? she’d be selfish and greedy. more focused on her own pleasure than yours. her stroke game would be Crazy… ?!?? fast and rough as fuck. like let us breathe, damn!

when bottoming: a shameless MOANER!!! vocal as fuck obviously. she drools, whining in frustration when she doesn’t get what she wants. loves to arch her back. she’d have sensitive ass nipple piercings that would drive her insane if you touched them, crying out if you’d flick your tongue against them. pants like a bitch and breathlessly begs to cum hehehehe

caitlyn:

when topping: would treat you as if you were a fucking science experiment, meaning she’d explore what would stimulate you the most and push you to extreme lengths to see what would truly break you. murmuring ‘ah…’s and humming to herself in fascination when she clocks your reactions, what would make you squirm and twitch like crazy. she’d be pretty cruel, not giving a fuck if you’d start crying. a little ‘poor baby’ would suffice. a freakaleek…. bdsm would go WILDDDD with her, and you wouldn’t expect it too; the way she carries herself so humbly in public.

when bottoming: heavy breather until you’re, like, three rounds in… that’s when the whining and the drawled moans and whimpers start to come out full throttle. power bottom, would communicate if she wanted you to keep doing what you’re doing. “just like that, don’t stop…” would lace her fingers through your hair if you were eating her out, gripping it tightly if the pleasure was truly messing her uppppp! not only your hair, her hands would find purchase in anything to hold on to if you were fucking her good, good.

sevika:

when topping: ohhh this bitch likes to taunt… i mean, taunt taunt you. she’s so teasing, laughing at the helpless look on your face. she’d force you to look up at her, make eye contact as she’s fucking you senseless. would play coy when she’d stop just as you were on the brink of releasing, “oh? is something wrong?” would gently yet patronisingly shush you if you started to cry. oh my fucking god and the smearing??? she would spit on your already weeping pussy and spread it with her fingers, mixing it with your arousal. shit, she’d make you suck her fingers before smearing it all over your face, especially if your face was already wet with tears. she’d love squishing your face, giving it a playful shake whilst knowing you were on the brink of passing out. PET NAMES!!!! bunny, baby, princess, sweetheart would not fail to leave her lips. good at hiding how pathetic she really is, except when she’s eating the fuck out of your pussy, being so driven by your sounds and the way you taste that she’d cum without even being touched.

when bottoming: professional hip buckler. so fucking stupid. you’d see a completely different side to the sevika she usually presents herself as, being a needy and whining mess instead: eyes rolling to the back of her head. loves being overstimulated, babbling words like ‘yesyesyes’ that slur together. if you’d choke her, you’d be able to visibly see her brain kick down a few gears; the foggy eyes, arched eyebrows and slack jaw combo would be sososo cute :(( would nod along like a bobble-head to anything you’d tell or ask her to do, with her lil puppy eyes too. maybe a little bit of a masochist,,,,, shhhhhh

ambessa:

when topping: oh ambessa would know how to FUCK. it would be so easy for her to find your sweet spots, and she’d be vigilant like a hawk about it. she’d hit your g-spot consistently, her movements precise and efficient. she’d enjoy your shyness, your struggle with looking at her in the eye: finding it adorable. would talk you through your orgasm. sweet voice whispering praises in your ear as you teetered on the edge of a searing climax. your waist would be her favourite thing to hold on to, especially if she’s giving you back-shots. her lips would be rested in a satisfied smile throughout the entire thing.

when bottoming: hmmmmm i feel like bottoming would kind of be an extension to her topping, meaning she wouldn’t be a bottom 😭 ambessa is such a dominant, powerful character that it’s quite hard to imagine her as submissive. so she’d just let you pleasure her once in a while, praising you as you’d lap up her juices like a dog, fuelling you to do more. her moans would come from her throat, face falling a little if it felt a little too good.

a/n: fofmfhskejfnsjwjdnnwjw something small whilst i cook up a long abby fic. (i miss writing long story fics🙁) lmk ur nsfw headcanons ab these characters >3<

[ana-cantskywalker]

The Bodyguard Au for the kick in the pants ask game!

Hey! Another WIP I forgot about/have maybe been personally avoiding because it kind of scares me.

Thanks to this I actually have an idea of how I want to start this fic which I did not before.

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 The red rays of sunset streaked across the valley like great bloodstains across the grass. It complemented the real bloodstains on the grass beautifully. Bloodied sky, bloodied grass, bloodied hands.   His hands were covered in blood.

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Oops! Gotta bit angsty on you there :)

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[kmomof4]

The Rescue 👀

I had a much easier time on this ine than the other, babe! Thanks!!! And I was very happy with what I got in this sprint, so I’m gonna give you everything!

Killian took one last huge bite of scrambled eggs and swallowed a mouthful of coffee as he and his partner Robin ran for their fire-rescue truck. As the two paramedics on shift at the firehouse, they were both needed on the scene. David, Will, and Killian’s brother Liam were right behind them on their way to the ladder truck the dispatcher had called for.

Sirens screamed as the two trucks sped for the scene of the accident. The morning rush hour was in full swing and it was a nightmare trying to get halfway across the bridge to where they could see the jackknifed tractor trailer.

[walkawaytall]

Dameron and Solo for the writing game?

Here, have something horribly sad! (Also, this is so rough. Just so very rough. I am not confident that this is how an 8-year-old would talk; I need to go hang out with my niece and nephew some more to verify.)

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Ben got bored before Poe had finished reviewing the basics of taking off in an A-wing, and Han had to place a steady hand on his shoulder to keep him from stepping mindlessly off the edge of the ship and tumbling to the ground below. Once every button and switch involved in pre-flight checks had been accounted for, Poe trailed off, looking at Han with big brown eyes that he’d received directly from Shara.

“Uncle Han?”

“Yeah?”

“Are there ships to fly where dead people are?”

Han had always considered himself an honest person when it came to tough topics like death. He gave straight answers, and had only realized a need to temper those answers for kids in recent years. He found, however, that he didn’t have an answer to Poe’s question.

“‘m not sure.”

Poe scrunched his little eyebrows together in consternation. “I don’t think my mom would be very happy without a ship to fly. She left this one.”