#word game

[mimixmunson]

Word game!<3

Hi friends! I was tagged by the lovely @finntheehumaneater to take part in the word game! My words were ache, tear, sob, grip and scream. Thank you for tagging me, it is so sweet to know my mutuals think of me!

CW- Smut, Masturbation, Phone Sex, DDLG? (Use of the term daddy) Blow-Job/Hand job, Eddie x reader, Steve x reader, Established AU Steddie, Boyfriend!Steve, Boyfriend!Eddie, Mention of menstrual pain, tears, tickling and fluff.

I nominate anyone who would like to take part who has not been tagged yet, your words are 'Bisexual' 'Alone' 'Princess' 'Supervision' and 'scent'. I picked the most random words I'm sorry!

Ache

It had been a week. Just one week away, you knew that it wouldn’t be fun being away from your boyfriend, everything about Eddie radiated comfort for you. It's not that you didn’t like coming home and visiting your parents, but it felt oddly haunting. The ghost of your childhood floating through the halls, you remember how they felt so much bigger when you were younger. But now at 23 you were able accept your family home for what it was, not a home but a house, it was simply four walls. You missed Eddie’s trailer. The familiar mess of his clothes piled up in the corner ready for laundry day, the assortment of his rings you’d find scattered around the place and the faint smell of weed and lager. It felt more homely than the overwhelming scent of vanilla washing powder that dominated the three-bedroom house you found yourself back in.

Checking the time on your phone, your fingers hovered over the call button. Eddie wouldn’t mind you calling this late, but you always felt a sense of guilt knowing he had to work early the next morning. He never did handle early starts well. You needed him. Displaying yourself on the bed in just your black underwear he’d bought you for valentine’s day the year prior, your fingers were tracing shapes on them mindlessly ignoring the ever-growing heat beneath them. Your mind playing mental pictures of all the times those fingers had been Eddie’s on nights like these, lazily zeroing over your underwear clad clit for far too long for your liking, he has always been such an immense tease. You let your body make the choices, hitting the call button. “Princess?” he almost growled answering the phone. His voice exposing the fact he’d been asleep only moments before this. “Need you Eds. Missing you.” whimpering under your own touch you manage to stifle your moans, not wanting to show your boyfriend your arousal so quickly. “What am I? Your booty call? Angel.” Rumbled. He was so intuitive, as if he had a sixth sense for your horniness.

Your clit was beginning to ache, shimmying your underwear down your legs to gain access to your heat. “Can’t I call my boyfriend when I miss him?” you whispered, slipping your middle finger through your folds and massaging yourself simultaneously gaining goosebumps on your arms from your touch. Moaning softly as your breath hitched, he teased “Of course you can darlin’ but I gotta tell you, hearing those sweet sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours had me questioning what it was you could possibly want from me at three in the morning, but who am I to deny a girl her daddy?” You could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the phone, undeniably undressing himself from those pajama bottoms he found so comfortable. You vision him taking his shaft in his fist, spitting onto his hand longing for it to be your cunt. He groans through his stroking; your once gentle massage had turned into sliding your fingers into yourself to the melody of Eddie’s hoarse sighs. “So princess, tell daddy what you were thinking about while you play with my pussy.” He grunts making your body writhe and your voice quiver. The next five days couldn’t pass fast enough.

Tear

You'd managed to hold it together all day, the rude customers that had no empathy for you, a young woman working a dead end retail job in the height of summer who had been given the most innapropriate comments from older men all day. You even managed to keep your public service smile on throughout the excruciating pains in your lower abdomen because of course mother nature would hit you hardest when you had to concentrate. The second you got home, you threw yourself onto your bed and let the tear that had been in your eye all day fall. You were strong willed at the best of times but it was just all too much today, sobbing into the sheets felt oddly theraputic, the outlet was a good relief but you still felt awful. The only thing you could think to do was fall asleep and hope it would all be okay when you woke up.

You woke to the sound of the bedroom door being flung open, Your boyfriend throwing down his work bag onto the desk and sitting down next to you. "Sleepyhead" he spoke as he stroked your hair, moving some rouge strands out of your face. Within an instant he was up again, you groan at the absence, curling up into a ball you closed your eyes again. Steve never could do anything quietly, its not that he ever wanted to disturb you but subtlety wasn't his strong point. Standing upright, you looked into the mirror. Your skin had broken out into hormonal acne and that fire in your stomach was still raging. You stared, trying to find anything familiar about yourself at this time. That's when you saw it, of course you'd bled through your jeans. You mentally added this to the list of things that had gone wrong today.

"Now baby, there's a nice warm bath with your name all over it" he whispered, entering the room but just peaking behind the door, you rushed to turn around. Its not that you were embarrassed of yourself leaking, you just didn't want Steve to see it. "If you just take off those jeans, I'll have them good as new by the time you're out of the bath." Steve looked at the ceiling, noticing that you couldn't hold eye contact right now. That was okay with him, being best friends with Robin as long as he had been, he'd learnt the do's and don'ts of these situations and practically wrote the handbook of 'How to handle people on their periods.' He just wanted you to be comfortable. Taking off your jeans and handing them to your boyfriend with a weak but grateful smile, with flushed cheeks you spoke "Thank you baby" rushing into the bathroom. You wondered how you got this lucky, viewing the rose petals in the bath and a full glass of water and pain killers on the side. He'd even set out for you a pair of his pajamas for you to change into once you were dry. Steve was an incredible boyfriend, even if you could hear him calling Robin to ask what stain remover to use on jeans..

Sob

"You're not gonna sob on me now Harrington are you?" Eddie teased, his smirk almost audible. The two had been watching rom-coms all evening because Steve "It's all they had left at Family Video" Harrington chose to, Eddie agreed begrudgingly knowing even if it wasn't his choice his boyfriend wanted to share these movies with him. "Shut up, don't think I didn't see your eyes watering at the funeral scene loverboy" Steve grumbled, his face nestled into Eddie's chest. "We wouldn't be sat here holding back tears if you'd had just rented Star Wars" he mocked playfully, his face flushing a little at the emotional admission. He'd never really let himself become emotionally vulnerable with anyone but Steve was different. He was soft, open and angelic. He wore his heart on his sleeve and he didn't care who knew. So if Eddie Munson was going to sit here sobbing with anyone, he'd choose Steve on all days ending in a y.

Grip

All Eddie could see was a mound of brunette hair moving down his chest, Steve's kisses were travelling south from his chest downwards and they felt extraordinary. He interlocked his fingers in his hair, needing to hold on to something as his boyfriend devoured his length into his mouth, teasing his tongue around the tip. Eddie's ecstacy encapulated the entire room as Steve's tongue possessed him. Eddie had to grip onto the bedsheets, almost ripping them off in the process as his hips began to buck under the pleasure. "Am I doing okay?" Steve hesitated as he came up for air, "Perfect darlin' so great for your first time." Eddie responded, caressing his love's cheek with his thumb before leaning in for a kiss hungrily "Want to make you feel good Teddy" Steve teased in between kisses, jerking him in the palm of his hand craving to give him the most pleasure imaginable. "Don't stress sweetheart, you're doing great." He replied with a fistful of Steve hair before he returned to his position. He never knew that sex could be this passionate but so gentle too.

Scream

"Oh my fucking god Harrington, make that noise again!" Eddie had just found out a very interesting quirk about his boyfriend, you'd think after a year of dating he couldn't have hidden something like this but here they were. Wrestling on the Harrington's living room floor, laughing alongside each other because Eddie had discovered Steve's weak spot. All he did was wiggle his fingers under his arms when his boyfriend was reaching for something from the top shelf that he was just a little to short to grasp. "Scream for me again princess, come on! I don't wanna have to tickle you worse. Or do I?" Eddie teased with a smirk. His boyfriend curling up into a ball to protect himself from Eddie's wandering hands, he wouldn't complain. Obviously not. Any physical affection from Eddie Munson, his long term crush made boyfriend was a god sent gift.

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[elphantasmo]

Word game! Rules: You send me a word to my ask box. If I have the word in my WIP, I will send the sentence it's in. If I don't have the word, I have to write two new sentences, and I'll share those instead.

#word game #new post because I cannot FIND the other one

[danskjavlarna]

Answers, source details and larger version.

#word puzzle #word game #1910s #vintage illustration #illustration

[wearingaberetinparis]

🔥🔥🔥 Call It What You Want 🔥🔥🔥

Word: Euphemia 💅

PS: you *know* what I'm looking for 😂

I do know what you're looking for, but will I deliver?

"You can still pull out, you know... the bloke’s parents are named Euphemia and Fleamont, his second name is Fleamont too..." "Sirius -" he spoke through gritted teeth, a clear warning in his voice. "What?" He blinked innocently. "I just want her to know what she's getting into." His brother turned towards Lily again, raising his eyebrow in a clear challenge. "The exit is over there, you know," he pointed his finger towards the door they had entered a mere ten minutes before. "If you run, I'll tackle him to the ground."

#call it what you want #jily fic #word game #snippet

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Need or pretty

“Diabolical.” You hum, kissing all over his tummy, getting closer and closer to his aching cock before moving up again, just to tease him, then repeating the process all over again until he starts dripping in need. 

“Baby, please…” He finally calls out when he becomes so needy, your palm is all sticky with his arousal.

________________

You look up at him, his pretty face shimmering and swimming around in your tearful vision, making his already ethereal features appear celestial. He looks at you as if you could ever deny his request. How can you ever say no to him? 

"Yes, Beommie." You finally say, letting the tears fall. 

#mort talks #jealousy jealousy #word game

[kay-elle-cee]

running around today building a table/cooking holiday dinner BUT I'll be doing last edits for And The Roar Will Rise Act 2 tomorrow (posting on Monday!) so you know the drill...

Drop a word in my ask box and I'll give you a snippet if it appears in Roar Act 2!

#ask game #word game #kelsey writes #and the roar will rise #newsies au #jily

[onlycodcanjudgeme]

Let's play a game!

We will kick us off with three words. If one or more of these words are in your WIP, please share the sentence. If not, we encourage you to add one sentence to a WIP and share that.

Then, tag some friends to play along - either with the same words or whatever you pick!

Our words are....

Gun, safehouse, touch

Tagging @alidravana , @artdrawsok , @lisbetadair , @sleepyconfusedpotato and @kaitaiga to start us off!

#call of duty #wipwednesdaycod #wip game #word game #anyone can join in!

[trolledu]

#trolleng #trolledu #speaking #reading #pun #word game #kubrick #joke #meme #lol #funny #interesting #clever #aliens #ridley scott #alien

[abubblingcandle]

You had me going for a second, thinking I'd missed this week's word! 😂 How about team, season and/or training?

Thank you!! I have had very narrow writing windows today and the word hadn't come out yet so crowdsourced inspo instead lol 🙈

Team - from Fool Me Twice Shame On Me (the Zava emotional abuse fic I keep churning in my brain)

“Jamie?” Sam questioned, looking up at Roy as he felt tears soak into the shoulder of his shirt. Jamie was clearly out of it, drunk and on some pretty intense painkillers. It was like he didn’t even know that Roy was in the room, probably didn’t even know where he was. “When I get sent away promise me you’ll look after the team,” he whispered into Sam’s shoulder, frame trembling. “Jamie you won’t be being sent away so I don’t need to promise,” Sam softly kissed Jamie on the top of the head as his sobs intensified.

Training - from Roll Call

Isaac nearly died, Roy nearly died, Jamie nearly died. It filled Colin with an uncontrollable rage. But in Sam it seemed to have broken his heart. That people would really think that Rebecca, Higgins, Roy would be capable of making that decision. “If you step out on that field then it’s on you, it’s your career they’ll rip apart,” Sam was practically begging, tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted Colin to turn around and say he’d wait the month before Dani and Thierry and Moe were able to return to training or the two months for Sam and Jan and some of the others.

Season - from Like a Black Hole

“You were sent there to develop and return to us matured. Not to return to us with your name in disgrace and with games left to play this season. Now we have missed the loan window to send you back out somewhere else and that is assuming that anywhere else will want you after that behaviour. It is an embarrassment,” Pep continued, flicking through his papers and not even looking at Jamie. “Yes coach. I am sorry coach,” Jamie stated.

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #colin hughes #sam obisanya #fool me twice tag #roll call tag #like a black hole tag #word game #word game wednesday

[justhere4thevibez]

For the WIP guessing game… blue

eeeeee thanks for the ask! blue comes up several times in my wips, mostly connected to a certain someone with a very distinct feature we all know and love 😏 so here are TWO snippets from two different fics.

from the next chapter of I Can't Get Rid of You:

“Two minutes,” she whispered with that adoring, fake-as-fuck smile on her face. Shit, her eyes were so goddamn blue. “Let him get his shot, then you can go back to ignoring me, okay?”

from the final chapter of In a Sentimental Mood:

“Wake up, sweetheart,” she heard him murmur as he untied her hands and began to rub the circulation back into them. “Come on, babygirl, open those beautiful blue eyes.”

Send me a word and I'll search my wips!

#vibez answers #hellcheer #wip game #word game

[fangbangerghoul]

Wip word game: knife, contact, chilled?

wooooow, its not fair cause you know me lol jk jk Her knives were in the captain's locker, and she equipped the blades throughout places on her body. “Ignore her. Her panties are up her ass because she isn’t the one going to Neon to meet one of our newer contacts.” “Oh, you’re a real piece of work sometimes, mi amor.” He said theatrically then grabbed her ankles and yanked her closer to him so they could both sit with ease and just chill.

None of these I plan to publish and are part of writing exercises.

#word game #ask #ask fang

[practicecourts]

I've been really bad about this but as sweet @athenasparrow and @charmsandtealeaves (yes you too) have taught me it's good to celebrate things (yup dear I tagged you in here also so I wouldn't have zero response - this way I'm safe ;-)

So here goes in order to celebrate this story being almost (and this time for real!!) finished with only the epilogue to go I want to play a game (trick or treat if you will since it's almost the 31st!! )

Next chapter is unsurprisingly Petunia's wedding day, including a short George Evans POV (as requested in the poll ) Send me a word and if it's in the last chapter I'll give you the sentence. Or

Send me a scene /scenario you wish/think might happen and I'll give you a yes/no answer. I plan to be able to edit the last chapter and answer around the 31st of October (gives us all something more fun to think about right ;-)

#head over handlebars for you #almost done #chapter 32 is almost done #also celebrating >100 kudos and >6000 (!) hits #jily #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #muggle au #word game #last real chapter

[elphantasmo]

Curl?

Nope!

The four sat down around the table and placed their orders. Ren watched as ELP and Hikuleo kept stealing glances at each other, and it was almost hilarious how stupid they were about this.

#word game

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

#word game

[wearingaberetinparis]

Raising A Kid With My Ex 👶

Word: tears

Raising A Kid With My Ex, my darling. I have neglected the SOTME Universe for far too long.

She had shed so many tears in the past few months since Harry’s birth that this newfound resilience was almost foreign. No one was as surprised as she herself was to find that she was ready to fight for the one person she had been so happy to put on the sidelines for far too long: herself.

#raising a kid with my ex #jily fic #word game #snippet

[rnanqo]

futile

With him unable to move any further toward that house, and my futile efforts to draw out and assuage what balked him, my throat had gone tight, too tight to explain.

#ask #word game #now im staring real hard at that usage of ‘balked’ #not convinced it’s correct