#last line tag game

[martybaker]

Thank you @amielot for tagging me in last line tag game like forever ago 🙈 I’ve been in real life hell with no time to spare for any creative endeavors, but today I took up the proverbial pen once again to prod at my unfinished modern au ice-skating fic (you can find part one here)

and I wanted to share this bit with y’all, because I think it’s pretty funny. Enjoy.

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Hob laughs out loud. “Wow. Okay, I deserved that one. But how about this one: Say, Mr Endeles, what would a perfect date look like for you?”

Dream pretends to ponder this deeply.

“A nice spring day,” he starts, “not too cold or too hot, we have a picnic on a hill… with a beautiful view of the city of Verona below us.”

He smiles at the image, continuing, “I shiver in the light breeze, underdressed, and Pedro Pascal lends me his jacket-” Hob bursts out laughing at that- “he lends me his jacket, hand feeds me strawberries and italian cheese, we drink Chardonnay...”

Hob laughs so hard it makes him bend in half. “Pedro Pascal??? Pedro Pascal hand feeds you strawberries?!”

Dream gives him a cheeky grin. “Yes.”

“Okay, incredible. I’m skying in the Alps with Keanu Reeves if you even care,” Hob parries.

Dream smiles at him beatifically. “I don’t. Pedro’s taking me to Teatro alla Scala to see Carmen in the evening.”

By this point Hob is straight up wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Oh my god. Okay. You absolute madman, you win this round. I concede defeat.”

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And I’m tagging @zigzag-wanderer @seiya-starsniper and @omgcinnamoncakes if you feel like sharing :)

#dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream x hob #i considered swapping pedro for a more old school heartthrob antonio banderas but then I kept him in because of visual similarities #if you know what I mean #in other words ​dream and hob are obvious even when they are teasing each other #also i know jack all about wines i literally just googled which wine goes well with cheese please don’t hate me wine connoisseurs 🙈🙈🙈 #also #sometimes i think im funny but then i’m like is this only funny to me though? so please do actually let me know if this tickles you 😭🙈 #last line tag game

[amielot]

Last line tag game!

Thanks @tharkuun!! for the tag hehe!

horse girl previewwwwww Lets goooooo :3

hob would like you to drink some water. this has been a public PSA.

I'm tagging @teejaystumbles @formlessvoidbeast @aeon-of-neon @artistica18 @seiya-starsniper @linddzz @kydrogendragon @tj-dragonblade @janimoon @tryan-a-bex @martybaker @pellaaearien and anybody else who wants to go for it!

#last line tag game #hgau #hgau preview #horse girl au

[dsudis]

Last line tag game

Thanks to @teejaystumbles for tagging me just when I've actually written something for the first time in ages!

As he sat down, Finn was drinking from his cup, still watching Hob intently from over the rim. Hob smiled at him as reassuringly as he could, and said, "That's good, sweetheart. That's perfect. Dream, would you like... coffee, or tea or anything?"  Dream's lips parted--Hob could see the polite but inevitable no, thank you, I do not need such things forming on his lips--and then he glanced down toward Finn.  Finn was no longer drinking from his cup, but was still holding it near his mouth, and was watching Dream intently.  "Thank you," Dream said. "I would like a cup of milk, please, and perhaps some bread?"  "Yes, of course," Hob said immediately, catching the notion that Dream wanted to model proper accepting-offered-food behavior for Finn, and sternly shushing the part of him that was all but dancing a jig at finally getting Dream to accept anything from him. 

Now that I'm all done with smol!Dream, time to radically change gears and work on the fic where... Hob and Dream are parenting Finn! Look, you can tell this one is different because there is no cheese on toast!

So far!

Ahem. Tagging (with no pressure, of course, only if you both want to play and remember to do so!) @that-banhus, @softest-punk, @pellaaearien, @marvagon, @missingrache, @moorishflower, and @the-apocrypha!

#last line tag game #wip meme #dreamling #the sandman

[diazsdimples]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @daffi-990 @hippolotamus and @aroeddiediaz thank you friends!

Here's the last thing I wrote for Single Dads AU. I don't think my tags for FIF actually went through to everyone so if you didn't get a tag from me for that and you usually do, you did 😅

Eddie takes Lily’s face in his hands. “Lily where were you guys when the wave hit?” he asks and his voice must sound harsh, betraying his panic because Lily flinches away from him. He swallows and tries again, steadying his breathing. “Can you remember where you were for me? It’s very important so we can try find Buck, okay sweetheart?”

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @fortheloveofbuddie @bucksbackwardcap @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @kitteneddiediaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @spagheddiediaz

#last line tag game #single dads au #back in my tsunami era #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 #911 fanfic #eddie x buck

[devirnis]

Last Line Tag Game

tagged by @daffi-990 (& @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon for Fuck It Friday)

From a prompt fill that I'm finally getting to work on thanks to the brain rot and the wine on this fine Friday evening (brat!Buck is making an appearance)

Everyone likes to joke that Buck is a golden retriever, but right now he feels like a cat, ready to start pawing at the blinds or knocking things off the counter until Eddie pays attention to him.

if you wanna @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @princessfbi @disasterbuckdiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @wildlife4life @spaceprincessem @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @giddyupbuck @jeeyuns @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @eowon @messyhairdiaz @shitouttabuck @sunshinediaz @lemonzestywrites @underwater-ninja-13 @father-salmon @tizniz @watchyourbuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

#last line tag game #911 #thigh straddling fic #mywip #writing tag games

[megamindsecretlair]

Last Line Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro !

Trying to update all my series that I left by the wayside in my brainrot for Yahya lol. First up, It Started With a Whisper!

You hadn’t spoken to Sam all week and your body was finding it hard to cope without him. After a year and a half of being together, you found that you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the bed anymore. You couldn’t resist turning over and stretching your arm across cold sheets feeling for someone who was no longer present.

You missed him like crazy, yet every time you thought about how he ambushed you, you got angry all over again. Hurt all over again. When you thought about it, it was an oozing scab that you picked at constantly.  He knew better than to cross that boundary at work, content to stare at you down the hall while he attended his meetings. You promptly ignored him. Ariel could tell something major happened, demanding answers from you that you didn’t know how to give. Where to start.  Once one word fell from your lips, you felt as if the rest would come tumbling out like Niagra Falls. Gallons of words spilling from you, no end in sight, until you were balled up in a fetal position. You knew you had to talk to him, you just weren’t ready. Not yet. Too soon. Because you loved him with all of your heart and it felt like he was going away forever.

Oh, this chapter gon' hurt me lol.

No pressure tags: @wide-nose-and-wonderful @harmshake @umber-cinders @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @targaryenvampireslayer @j0kers-light

#Megaminds tag game #tag game #tumblr tag game #wip #wip tag game #work in progress #last line tag game

[delta-pavonis]

Last Line Tag Game x4

I have had FOUR people tag me in this game in the past few weeks but my life has been categorically WACKYDOODLES so I am just getting to this now. And SINCE it has been so long since I posted a single slim word, here is one blurble for each tag. @tj-dragonblade, @tryan-a-bex, @zzoomacroom, @moorishflower thank you for the tags!! In return I tag... anyone who is excited about A Thing and wants to share! I want to know what y'all are working on that you are excited about! ALL OF YOU!! BWAHAHA. From a still untitled Castlevania: Nocturne (blame @dancinbutterfly for pointing me towards Olrox fic) Olrox/Adrian WIP that is fanfic of the fanfic Until the Sun Rises Again by @ifishouldvanish:

He decides to deflect, smirking as he looks at Adrian through his lashes. “Are you asking me about vampires who I have taken as lovers? Bold move. Considering applying to join their ranks?” One golden eyebrow arches. Something flashes in those keen eyes as he lets the silence stretch. Olrox feels the temperature of the air change when Adrian makes a decision, a fraction of a second before he responds. “Apply? I thought I was already offered the position.” The surprise alone makes Olrox throw his head back and laugh, a burst of deep amusement the likes of which he has not felt in far, far too long. Adrian sits with a smirk clear in his eyes as Olrox lets his laughter peter off naturally. When he is done he tilts his head to the side, studying the beautiful, witty thing before him with simmering desire coursing through his veins.  Throwing caution to the wind, Olrox leans forward and grabs Adrian’s hand, brings the bone-white fingers towards his lips, and enjoys watching the dhampir’s pupils dilate. “That you were. And the offer stands for there are so many different positions you could fill.” Something dangerous glints in his eyes and then, with a twist of his wrist, Adrian is holding Olrox’s chin in his hand and pressing the nail of his thumb into the vampire’s bottom lip. He doesn't gasp, not quite, but he does freeze, entranced by this turn of events. “So you agree that I would be the one doing the filling, do you? Pity,” the nail, sharp as a razor, slides sideways and brings up the smallest drop of blood. “I had rather hoped there would be a struggle over it.” Olrox inhales sharply and stares. This is it. This is the fulcrum, the turning point. He can taste it.

Now three Dreamling WIPs... which I will put under a cut because not a single one of them isn't filthy, first two more than the last. CW for D/s relationships, edging, fisting (and mention of some extreme versions at that), charity auction for a date with a person, concerning lube choices, semi-public sex in the back of a car

From the next fic in the museum curator Dream/doctor and TikToker Hob series, currently titled Special Exhibition, where Hob ended up fisting Dream before Dream got up to ride him:

“Another night you’re gonna come like this, with half my arm buried in you,” Hob looks up and meets Dream’s heavy-lidded, lust-fogged gaze with his own. “But not tonight.” He pulls his hand out, slowly, with some extremely loud protest from Dream, but then grabs the lithe man by the waist and rolls them so he is laid out on his back with Dream straddling him. The leather chaps creak with the quick movements. “Now take what you need, my sweet Dream.” Dream growls greedily, teeth bared, as he maneuvers himself over Hob's hips. “Gladly. Though you may soon rethink the suitability of the adjective sweet.” He howls when he seats himself onto Hob's cock then immediately starts seeking his pleasure, riding Hob fast and hard, changing angles and rolling his hips until he finds the spot that forces all the air out of his lungs all at once with a deep groan. Dream repeats the motion, slamming himself down faster and harder on each pass until he is making one constant warbling noise. 

It’s hot and slick and not goddamned enough. Dream is busy using Hob’s cock to pound his prostate into oblivion, without a care for the fact that he is so deliciously open his hole isn't actually giving Hob much to work with at all. He is held hard by the ring around the base, but otherwise it is a maddeningly teasing glide of heat around him. Dream is hard and leaking and Hob watches as his spine arches and Dream… doesn't come. He has his long fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing out a noise of frustration. “Gonna edge myself on you, baby. Use you to drive myself to insanity. Only after I’ve had my fill am I going to take that ring off you. Maybe then I’ll be tight enough to provide stimulation for you.” Sweet Christ.

This is from bury me with my guns on, the WIP I have where Hob is former mafia doing a fishbowl rescue with his former lover (my OC Sandro). Dream is having post-fishbowl touching people issues and Sandro has the bright idea that Dream should instead tell Sandro what to do to Hob, to act through Sandro. They've just finished that scene and are playing with the idea of Dream calling Sandro "his tool":

“Anything you ask of me,” tumbles out of Sandro's mouth before he can think better of it. “I know every sexual fantasy of every human who has ever dreamt upon this Earth.” His eyes are heavy-lidded, smoldering. “There is a terrible variety of things I could ask of you.”  “Hob knows better than you my willingness to comply… to obey.” He can’t help but smirk. Dream’s expression darkens further. “You wish to be tested?” Sandro can tell that Hob is going to interrupt, so he speaks loudly and quickly. “You said you wanted to see what I am capable of, yes?” “Sandro, don’t–” “Then I will see you take Hob’s fist,” Dream practically purrs. “And then his arm. To the elbow.” Sandro is pretty sure he blacks out for a minute at the thought. When his awareness returns Hob is soothing him as if he is a scared animal. “Please, my bird, you don't have–” “I have never wanted anything more.” Hob's mouth snaps shut and he stares at Sandro. “Do it, my love. I would have you fuck me wider and deeper than I have ever been. Show Dream his naming me his tool is not misplaced.” He grinds in Hob's lap. “And perhaps, if I am Dream’s tool, I am his substitute, then if you do well enough with me, you will be allowed to do the same to Dream himself? One day?” Hob goes deathly still and just his eyes slide to Dream, who has gone even more lax in his corner of the couch.  “Hmm,” he runs a hand down his black T-shirt clad chest, down his abdomen, and it cuts the fabric as it goes, opening it like he pulled a zipper. “The fae folk call me the Shaper of Forms. It would be of little consequence for my body to accept both of Hob's arms up to his biceps if he wished it be so.” The cry that emerges from Hob is the sound of a man going insane.

Last is from a brand new WIP inspired by an ask that @gabessquishytum answered that my brain took in a totally different direction, including flipping who is on the auction block... for context Hob and Dream knew each other in college and Hob is now the increasingly popular host of Britain's Favourite Dancer, who is up for "auction" as a fundraiser. Dream bidding an obscene amount for him is the first time they have seen each other since Dream promised he would come back to Hob 15 years ago. They barely make it to Dream's car out back.

Dream is pulling Hob out of his suit with ruthless efficiency, clothing being flung all over. He’s down to his skivvies when Dream’s shirt is finally coming off and Hob cannot help but boggle even as he is wriggling out of his underpants. “Holy hell, when did you get all this, dove?” Hob’s got his boxer-briefs around one ankle and that will have to do because he refuses to take his hands away from all the dark chest hair that has just been revealed to him. Pale skin takes on a charming blush everywhere Hob touches. “I… used to wax. Thought you,” Dream groans and leans into Hob’s hands, “I thought you preferred it.” Hob stops his roaming hands and brings them very deliberately up to frame Dream’s angular face, forcing eye contact, which only makes the man above him blush more. “I should have been clearer then. I prefer you. It doesn’t matter what it is or how it looks: if it is you or yours, that is what I want.” Dream is kissing him in an instant, with a lack of finesse and hungry teeth, as he shucks off the rest of his clothing. “Then there's no question that you want to take my cock.” He says that as he settles between Hob's thighs, presses both their pricks together with one of his hands. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Hob arches into it, voice high-pitched and thready, eyes slamming closed. “But if you keep twisting your hand like that I’m gonna come before you get to the main event.” Fuck. Dream’s hand actually speeds up. “Good. I could use something other than spit to finger you open with.” Hob doesn't even try to contain the moan that image draws from him. “Then I am going to fuck you until you’re hard again. Might take a while. Maybe until the benefit auction lets out around us. Can you imagine that? You never were a quiet lover… you know that I can make you scream loud enough for passersby to hear. Think they would recognize your voice, hoarse with pleasure? I can see the headlines now, Beloved TV Host Out on Medical Leave–Railed to Within an Inch of His Life.” Hob would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't busy coming harder than he has in the past decade. 

#Pavonis writes #last line tag game #Dreamling #Castlevania: Nocturne #Olrox/Adrian #content warnings in post above cut

[mountainsandmayhem]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks @fhatbhabie for the tag, but I’m sure it was just to get more DBF!Joel outta me though 😉😉

Hate to disappoint, I’m keeping the next part to myself until it’s ready. However, I am working on Sub!Joel for my Little Dove series so….

You click your tongue at him, “You are so impatient. This big strong man of mine, already whining for me to touch his cock.”

Slowly, you straddle his lower back, leaning your body down into him to grip his hair tightly. He lets out a hiss as you pull his neck back, followed by a pained moan as you lick a line up his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’m just getting started little one.”

I’m going to tag some writers that I personally want to get to know better. So, hi, we may have never spoken before but I love your work and I’m shy!! 🥺

@janaispunk @mrsmando @5oh5 @magpiepills @morallyinept @toxicanonymity @strang3lov3

#joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel the last of us #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #last line tag game

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Last Line Tag ☀️

Things are starting to look up a little and I’ve gotten some writing in for the asthma fic 🥹

“‘S not panic…” he stutters, his eyes wide with fear as Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes searches his face and he feels a warm, gentle hand on his chest, fingertips resting above his heart.

Tagged by @diazsdimples @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @dangerpronebuddie 🩵

Tagging!! @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @cal-daisies-and-briars @honestlydarkprincess @puppyboybuckley @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @elvensorceress @butraura @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @buckbuckgoose @bucksbignaturals @monsterrae1 @exhuastedpigeon @steadfastsaturnsrings @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @eddiebabygirldiaz @fionaswhvre @evanbegins 🦋🩵

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #buddie wip #the asthma fic #Eddie just wants to take of his man #but his man is being stubborn #it’s giving that TikTok sound ‘oh its traumatized’ #yes I’m a little delulu #last line tag game #fic: ill kill myself trying and im not scared of dying

[daffi-990]

Last Line Tag Game

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @tizniz @theotherbuckley & @devirnis

The last chapter of Rival Firefighters 🚒 isn’t just smut, the feels are there too 🥰

He kisses Buck again, this one slow and tender, letting all the love Eddie feels for him pour into Buck. Each brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue drips with adoration, devotion and desire. He wants his love to paint the canvas of Buck’s heart, his signature neatly scrawled at the bottom.

No pressure tagging: @diazsdimples @wildlife4life @exhuastedpigeon @neverevan @missmagooglie @bidisasterbuckdiaz @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @sibylsleaves @athenagranted @fortheloveofbuddie @hoodie-buck

#daffi writes #last line tag game #rival firefighters fic #I love these boys and this fic so much #and I hope this last chapter does them justice 🥺 #buddie #buddie wip

[wanderingjedihistorian]

Last Line Tag Game

Ok, I finally have one I can share! I was working on some things that I can't reveal yet, lol.

I was tagged by @forloveofcodywan, @laurabwrites, and @lttrsfrmlnrrgby!

Since I was tagged multiple times, have multiple lines!

Laughing, Cody pulled him in close. “Personal space heater,” he agreed. “Just another of the many services I offer.” Obi-Wan snickered before leaning in for a kiss. “It might be my favorite,” he allowed. “Though the excellent strategic planning is a good bonus, I’ll admit.”

No pressure tags: @theshinylizard, @flowerparrish, @lordoftherazzles, @hawthornsword

#last line tag game #codywan

[diazsdimples]

Last Line Tag Game!!

Tagged by @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz and @wikiangela, I shall get to all your snippets very soon!!

Since that "Make me write" thing I have written what feels like a million words for a million wips, but here's a little bit from the Big Reveal from Frostpunk AU

“Eddie,” the guy croaks, and Buck blinks. “Huh?” “Name’s E-Eddie. Not Edmundo,” he rasps, before breaking out into a coughing fit. Buck rushes to help him upright and holds out a container as Edmundo – Eddie spits into it, his chest heaving from the force of his coughs. Buck rubs his back, murmuring reassuring words until Eddie takes a shaky breath and allows himself to rest back against his pillows.

Tagging @babybibuck @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @bibuckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @actuallyitsellie @spagheddiediaz @thekristen999

#james writes #last line tag game #buddie wip #frostpunk au #he's Eddie now!!!! #thank god #writing edmundo has been so tiring kdjdskjfdkj #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck

[devirnis]

Last Line Tag Game

Also counting this for WIP Wednesday! I literally just banged this out because you gotta start somewhere, right?

TW for vomiting

It happens so quickly. One second, Evan grinning exhaustedly at him, and the next thing Tommy knows, Evan’s eyes go wide and the colour drains from his face. Tommy makes an aborted move towards him, but Evan shoves his chair back from the table and bolts for the bathroom before Tommy can take even one step. Quickly, Tommy spins back around to the stove to turn the burner off. He removes the pot from the element for good measure too, just as the sounds of Evan retching ring out in the loft.

tagged by @tizniz @daffi-990 @bidisasterbuckdiaz @mikibwrites @wildlife4life @sibylsleaves @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @exhuastedpigeon @rainbow-nerdss @messyhairdiaz @bigfootsmom

tagging @homerforsure @princessfbi @spaceprincessem @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bvckandeddie @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @sunshinediaz @lemonzestywrites @watchyourbuck @father-salmon @underwater-ninja-13

#we're going with 'evan' so let's see how many times I accidentally write 'buck' out of habit #writing tag games #last line tag game #mywip #appendicitis fic #911 wip