#answers: truth or dare

[bigtreefest]

I dare you to write a piece using a character that you want to, but have never had a chance to write for before. With the sentence "Well that was a surprise."

Saint or Sinner?

College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 1,331

A/N: Amber!!! Thank you for tickling my brain with this dare! I honestly wanted to do Andy so badly, but this quote was screaming Lloyd to me and I couldn’t resist. To be completely honest, I had no intention of writing him, but my fingers tip-tapped away and I lost all control. I might’ve been possessed.

I also always plan on writing a Drabble, and then it ends up being as long as one of my fic chapters, but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut (oral, m receiving), use of pet names, sociopathic tendencies, mean Lloyd, a twist?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ever since you were old enough date, you’ve been happily independent. You grew up in a small town, surrounded by blue collar families, including most of the members of your own.

You’d always had a keen ability to fit in anywhere, which you attribute to your upbringing. Your mom worked a corporate job, while your dad spent all day in a mechanic shop.

You were well off, but not raised like it, and you’d never judge those who had less than you, even though that’s what a lot of people expected.

Once you graduated high school, you got into Harvard where you met Lloyd. Lloyd was someone who was good at keeping his distance. You noticed it at first when you invited him to join a study group you had started with some other members of your cohort.

You received a terse “No thanks, Pumpkin,” punctuated with a curt nod and a wink, before he went to hang out with his other friends and his team.

You had made multiple attempts to include him in group activities, or engage in conversation when you could nab a seat next to him in class, but after some time, you stopped seeing him altogether. You could tell he was avoiding you and the study group you had become closer with. You’d probably actually call them your friends, becoming just as close as you were to some people back home. They picked up on the same things too, seeing that you were humble, and carried yourself in such a proper manner, earning you the nickname “the Saint.”

When word of that got around to Lloyd, he rolled his eyes. You were the complete opposite of him. Kind, welcoming, calculated, while he was cold, unpredictable, sociopathic. He couldn’t stand how successful you were, too. Professors and students alike constantly praised you, more than willing to help you in any way through your academic journey and career beyond. Where he schmoozed, you gracefully existed and got just as far.

You were perfect in everyone’s eyes, including his own, which is what infuriated him. There had to be a weak spot, somewhere where your surface would crack, and he had initially tried to find it by turning you down all those times, but it was unsuccessful.

None of the manipulation tactics he had worked so hard on perfecting for so long made you budge, either. He’d pluck out a random friend from your group to join his. Nothing. He’d sabotage your flash drive for your presentation, you’d have a backup in your email, ready to go. After you’d gone, you wished him luck and no technical difficulties like you had, with a giggle! He was enraged.

After being at the top of your class, the two of you were selected to go to a conference in DC. It was hardly supervised by your professor who had booked two rooms for you next to each other, getting himself a suite a few floors above.

You knocked on Lloyd’s door in the late afternoon, the day before your presentation. He opened it just enough to peek his head through.

“What do you want?”

You sighed with your signature smile on your face. “Did you want to go over everything one more time before dinner?”

He looked you up and down, face as stern as it ever was when he was dealing with you. “Not really, Sunshine.” He slammed the door in your face.

What Lloyd didn’t know was that all his little tactics were really chipping away at you. All you wanted was to spend time with him, to get close. You couldn’t help it. You’d be lying if you said it was in your usual friendship way, too.

No, you wanted more. There was something about how aloof he was that drew you in. You were obsessed and not willing to give up until you got what you wanted, what you deserved.

His little tendencies weren’t upsetting because he was rude, they were upsetting because they were keeping you away from what your body and the deep, dark recesses of your mind were screaming for.

The door slamming in your face was the last straw. Lloyd wouldn’t get away with this any longer. You could see what he was trying to do, and if you had any say, you’d make sure it failed. You were going to be the winner of the little mind game he was playing.

To be honest, by this point, Lloyd had given up, thinking you’d never break. You were just too sweet, a true Saint. Treating you like this had just become habit, which is why he was almost confused when he heard muttering on the other side of his door.

You had taken the magnetic clip out of your hair and maneuvered it against the hotel key card reader until it unlocked. The door flew open and your eyes landed on Lloyd, stomping towards him and pinning him with his back against the nearest wall.

He looked down at you, face unreadable beside his eyes being slightly wider than usual.

“Why are you being like this!? What did I do!?” You gritted out, your tone threatening.

Lloyd didn’t say anything, only the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Tell. Me.” You slammed your hands against the wall, arms framing his head as you looked up into his eyes, your stomach pressed against his cock that was growing rock hard.

“Am I going to have to pull it out of you? Suck it out of you, myself?” Lloyd found himself at a loss for words for once. All he could do was part his lips slightly and give a small nod like he always did.

You began to unbuckle the belt of his ridiculously expensive pants, shoving them down just enough that you could see the hard-on pressing against his boxer briefs.

“Huh? Is that what you want? That what you need, Pumpkin?” You spat back at him, mocking his previous words.

His brain was finally beginning to catch up with the situation as he nodded down to you and you got on your knees.

“Yeah, do it. I know you want to. Suck me off.”

You didn’t need much more prompting, fueled by rage and control. You pulled down his underwear, his dick springing free.

You gave him no time to prepare, immediately licking from the base of his length to the tip before fully taking him into your mouth. Your mouth was stretching to accommodate his girth, but it was nothing for you in the lust of the moment. You set a vigorous pace, Lloyd’s head thrown back against the wall as he moaned loudly.

He pulled his head forward as his abs tensed, already close with the debauchery of the situation. He tangled his ringed fingers in your hair, helping to guide you along his length.

“That’s it. Keep going. Not such a Saint, are you?”

You hummed against his length in response, saliva dripping down your chin and his balls that you were lightly tugging in you hand. The other hand had its nails dug into his thigh, causing a slight sting that heightened the pleasure for Lloyd.

Before he knew it, he was coming down your throat. You pulled away as you swallowed his salty release, looking up at him and wiping off your face before standing up.

You caught his gaze again and Lloyd looked at you with bewilderment mixed with his post-orgasmic haze.

“Well that was a surprise.” He said between heavy breaths, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt again. Oh, he had no idea the tactics you had in store for him.

Your hands pressed against his abs in his knitted shirt. One stayed there as the other traced up his firm pec, past his collar and found purchase around his neck, lightly squeezing.

“So are you finally going to tell me what’s going on in the head behind that ridiculous mustache?”

Bonus A/N: Um… I don’t really know what happened. I think I blacked out.

[akikos-tribble-army]

Mori should have more anatomy models in his office. He's a doctor, where is the random skeleton in the corner? The eye model on the desk? The heart on the shelf? The half open body where the organs always fall out when you look at it? The skull where everyone wants to ask if it is real, bc dude is a mafia boss, you never know?

[quinloki]

You know Kid pirates truth or dare goes hard

Oh 100%

The punishments for not doing a dare or an admitting a truth are customized, and you'll get three things to choose from. One will always have something to do with sex, another will be just hilariously kind of humiliating and the 3rd will be a chance to redeem yourself and do the original ask/task.

And sometimes the options themselves aren't really set up to deter you from choosing them. No one's going to be losing if someone is bent over the table and made to orgasm for everyone else's entertainment.

Not even the poor sap that's bent over the table. >.>

[duhnova]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cr6EosqAcSL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

This with Vernon... Him giving in after a few rounds

Grabbing your neck and pushing you into the mattress and just thrusting into your pussy without any warning. He'd be so grabby and lose all his patience, railing you.... And yeah slapping you(not in a painful way obv) and spitting in you

I'm so into vern these days, literally can't get him outta my mind

don't... don't give me ideas because i WILL write a spicy truth or dare for vernon.... i have to many wips i can't do this adfghasfaghd GAWD...

"fuck this," vernon throws the card on the table before he stalks up to you to grab your jaw and kiss you hard, only a couple rounds passed but you were both border line naked and you just finished feeling yourself up as per the dare you picked. "fucking need you." he'd growl as he pulls away from the kiss, running his thumb over your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth and laying it on your tongue.

he'd take your mouth being wide open as an invitation to spit into it, smirking at the way your legs almost give out under you as you swallow his spit, your lips wrapping around his thumb as you flutter your eyelashes at him - testing him.

and testing him you did, and (un)fortunately for the both of you vernon doesn't have the patience for your bratty bullshit tonight as he doesn't even give you time to think before he's picking you up over his shoulder to go toss you on your bed - where he proceeds to fuck the daylights out of you.

his pace his bruising and his hands are even more so as they dig into your hips, keeping a strong grip on you so he can fuck you against his cock harder. the bed was shaking and banging against the wall at this point as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress.

his hands would leave your hips on the second orgasm he draws from you, as this point you're fucked dumb - incoherent babbling leaving you as you gasp and claw at vernon's arms and shoulders (the ghost of "more please" leaving your lips.

"more?" he'd almost scoff as he picks up the pace again, sweat dripping down his forehead as he grabs your neck to make you look at him as his hips slam yours down into the mattress. he squeezes delicately before he lands a smack to your face - an even louder moan leaving you as you clench impossibly tighter around him. he can't help the smirk on his face as he grabs your jaw to squish your cheeks so your mouth falls open for him to spit into again - a little bit landing on your cheek.

he loved making a mess of you as he waited a couple seconds before he leant down to spit on your tits, his hand still holding your face before he lets it go to smack one of your tits - grabbing a hand full of them and pinching your nipples he groans as how easy he glides over them because of his spit.

"fucking perfect."

[thlayli-ra]

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Hello Anon!

🥤 - Recommend an author or fanfic you love;

First one that immediately comes to mine is the wonderful @stripeydani and their incredible fic Ginger and Lime which they wrote for me! It's so hot!!! And I absolutely adored their characterisation of LA Knight - he's such a wonderfully cocky little sub who'll willingly be taken down a peg or two. Everybody, please go read and tell Dani how amazing they are!

I have also currently obsessed by Dastiel4ever's fic Simply for Fun but Certainly not for Revenge - it's just good old fashioned whump! A bunch of wrestlers get kidnapped and tormented - it's all I need in life! Especially when all of my favs are involved! 😈

🔪 - What's the weirdest topic you've researched for a writing project?

Recently, it was German dog commands (tee hee) but I've also had to research what medieval people eat for breakfast - fun fact, they don't!

🪲 - Add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here;

Ok dokey, here's a tiny snippet I've just added to the epilogue of Stray:

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

🐝 - tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them;

AAGHH!!! I have soooo many!!!! But here goes!

@selamat-linting - the only blog I regularly stalk for updates because he always posts interesting things. My fellow PDS sufferer and vampire au appreciator, her comments fill my life with so much joy!

@stripeydani - hello again Dani! I reckon we would be great friends irl and go to wrestling shows together and wax lyrical about our respective favs and what we're currently writing about them!

@seasonal-depression-of-punk - I adore your art, your fics, your twisted mind! I always love it when you reblog from me with your affectionate ramblings

@d-lanx - A looooongtime sufferer of PDS - I salute you and always enjoy your Punk post-dumps!

@blowflyfag - All of my fellow Yeah! girlies (ng) mean so much to me, but you're probably my favourite!

@elementaldoughnut12 - my own little magpie, leaving me shiny gifts in my inbox every day. Your fics inspire me so much (I want to draw something for all of them and I will one day!)

@afterdarkprincess - I just fucking love your Punkintyre fics so damn much!!!!!!!!!!! So!!!! Damn!!!!! Much!!!!!!!!

@tache-noire - Most of the time you just scream at my posts and I will never not appreciate it! ❤️

I'm positive I'm missing a whole bunch of you (there's also the mutuals I'm a little in awe of and intimidated by because they're so cool - looking at you @dilf-in-peril @pepsi-maxwell @realworldchamp and @are-we-really-doing-this )

And, of course, the lurkers who go on 'like-and-reblog' sprees, so that I wake up in the morning to dozens of notifications, including but not limited to; @ramblingenzyme @xxrabiesxx @milesworld96 @wammbam @unrealunearth honestly there's too many to name but please know I appreciate you all! 😘

[wolfstargazer]

Jan 27 - Answer - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 323

"Well?" Sirius was insistent. He wasn't going to let James wriggle out of this one.

"Leave off, Padfoot!" Peter whined, dodging the well-aimed cushion that Sirius flung across the dormitory towards him.

"No, no!' Sirius insisted. "Prongs started this so he can bloody well answer!"

Remus watched James' face carefully. He only had himself to blame. They had been cooped up all weekend, the weather had turned bad, Quidditch practice been cancelled. And in a moment of sheer boredom James had, foolishly, suggested truth or dare.

This never, ever ended well. James and Sirius were highly competitive, devising the most elaborate dares, asking the most damning truths.

It was James' turn in Sirius' crosshairs, and he would not give up until James answered.

"Yes...fine... but just the once!" James blurted out. He had turned the brightest shade of pink.

Sirius gave a bark of laughter.

"My turn!" James said quickly. Remus noticed that James' eyes flicked in his direction.

"Truth or dare, Padfoot!"

"Dare!"

James smiled serenely, folded his arms across his chest, and nodded in Remus' direction.

"Tell Moony your filthiest fantasy."

Peter made a strange, strangled laugh. Sirius' eyes narrowed. James looked triumphant.

Remus looked imploringly at Sirius and wished the ground would swallow him up.

"Fine," Sirius said.

"Whoa, hang on a minute!" Remus' words tumbled over one another. James laughed as Sirius shuffled over to where Remus sat.

Sirius gave Remus a crooked smile before announcing to James and Peter, "I'm going to have to whisper it, though. There are some things that are just too depraved for innocent ears." He looked pointedly at Peter.

Remus' heart was in his throat. He tried to avoid Sirius' gaze. But he was leaning in. His hair brushed Remus' cheek. His voice was low and hot as he whispered, "Don't worry, Moony. I'll spare your blushes..." Sirius placed a swift, firm kiss on Remus' cheek and said with a laugh, "...this time."

[ts-sides-head-canon]

I had a fun idea.

The reason Janus will always pick dare in truth or dare is because he's deceit, yes, but also because he doesn't trust that whatever question asked won't make him uncomfortable or make him say something that could be used against him. (He's the embodiment of lies to some extent, of course he has trust issues.)

With that said, if he ever says truth, whoever is asking the question is someone who has truly earned his trust and loyalty. Someone who he's sure won't betray him or put him in an uncomfortable position.

It used to be that he would say truth to Virgil, but not anymore.

In an alternate timeline, one where Thomas went to the callback, he would've said truth to Roman.

Patton hasn't quite gotten to that level of trust yet, no matter how much Janus knows the little puff ball wouldn't try to hurt anyone.

Right now, he just can't do it. Right now, he doesn't say truth to anyone.

This is so sad ;-;

[draconic-ichor]

Playing Truth or Dare on Twitter to celebrate 600 followers…

Here’s some of the silly art:

Truth: If Tabby and S+M could get married and have a ceremony, would they want to? And what would it look like?

DARE: Do each other’s makeup!

Ok! So Sun did Tabby’s, Tabby did Moon’s, and Moon did Sun’s!

Glamrock Sun☀️

Goth Moon🌙

Kidcore Tabby 🌈

[endlich-allein]

[carlos-in-glasses]

The Notorious C-I-G

💌 🍄 📚 🏜️ 🐝 (you don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want, I already know it’s me 🤭)

Lemon...right?

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Darn you for making me look! 248!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Answered this one here and here but here is another: After Andrea met TK and really started opening up her heart and mind to Carlos being gay and in love with another man, she began seeking out queer art, books, shows, so she could learn more about the community her son is a part of. Carlos recommends and lends her things! I touch on this in my fic Wrestling Angels.

📚 ⇢ what’s the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I didn't have to say anything. He knew I was shaking.

🏜️ ⇢ what’s your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when an aspect or overall theme leads a reader to discuss something and it gets a bit more personal and chatty. Fire Island and Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines led to comments in which people shared their memories and feelings about the AIDS crisis and about 9/11 respectively. I guess it makes it seem like the fic has a bit more 'social impact' in a way. It's quite amazing when that happens.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Haha @lemonlyman-dotcom... right? You have been so supportive and friendly from the beginning - the beginning being pre-tumblr when you were leaving such lovely comments on my fics. When I saw you'd set up your tumblr I was so happy to be able to interact with you on here too. And now look!

And @thisbuildinghasfeelings - you were one of the first people I spoke to on here and your kindness and enthusiasm not just towards my writing is just incredible and I feel very lucky you're here.

@heartstringsduet your comment on Afterglow of a Supernova basically changed my life in that it made me instantly more confident in my writing, like it represented a turning point in how I felt about it, and you've always been in my corner. And you've made art for my fics???!!!

@goodways you have been so lovely about my fics I feel like I can never thank you enough and your comments always make me laugh and make me think. Your feedback always means the world to me.

@herefortarlos your enthusiasm for my fics, all fics and this fandom is a thing of beauty and so inspiring.

@welcometololaland you were one of the first people to ever tag me in anything and I remember it vividly because I couldn't believe it haha. Your comments are always so hilarious and make me feel like I've done something right, and without you I wouldn't have written I Was Thinking About Your Mouth, so I am forever grateful for that and for you being such a good sounding board when I complain about work!

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut mate, you are divine and the fact that you spend any time beta'ing my fics when they are still kinda hot messes is wild to me. Thank you as well for your kindness and generosity!

@im-overstimulated-and-im-sad you are a delight and your comments are like a balm to my soul!

@reyesstrand Also from really early on you were leaving such encouraging comments on my fics and including me in WIP tags and things and I'm so grateful and forever awestruck.

@paperstorm I always cherish in particular how incredible you were about Fire Island (and When Soulmates Swim recently!), and how you helped so much in my hour of need when the whole scary situation around Afterglow of a Supernova happened. Thank you!

There are other people too of course but I worry I'm banging on a bit too much like I'm at the Oscars and the music is going to play over me talking so I just want to wrap up by saying thank you to everyone who has read my fics and commented and left kudos - I've said it before and I'll say it again, it really does blow me away that you're giving your precious free time to my stories in that way.

[quinloki]

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Name three good things about a character you hate.

eugh..... Eeeeeeuuuuuuuaaaaagggh....

=/

Trebol had a solid fashion sense when Doffy did. He... is well organized? He doesn't leave a trail of snot everywhere despite being covered in it.

link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

Oh that's easy - but it is a tie, a serious tie, between

This

and

This.

I wrote A Light Touch because of one, and the other is just hands down my absolute favorite Marco Art thus far.

Writer's Truth & Dare Ask Game

[tanith-rhea]

hii! I wanna say first and foremost that im loving all of ur larissa/reader fics sm. I really liked the screw ur roommate one ;-; and i wanna give a prompt for a fic if ur up for it! So its like this...

Young larrissa, morticia, gomez and f!reader are at a secret nevermore nightshades party. They play spin the bottle/truth or dare and it starts off harmless till reader's dared to kiss who they think is the prettiest amongst all of them. Everyone thinks its morticia but oop its larrissa. After that, chaos ensues and maybe things get spicier? Light vandalism/skinny dipping mayhaps? Would be cute if there's a flashforward and Principle Weems looks back on that youthful night.

Truth or Dare

Thank you so goddamn much for this ask anon! I had so much fun writing it and I'm really excited about it. I think it's an excellent idea and loved every second of coming up with this! Hope you like it as I did writing it!

Word count: 2.3k

They've been drinking for a while now. You think, observing Morticia and Gomez eyeing each other. The party was dying down by now, and if it were up to you, you would already be in bed with the rest of the group, but Larissa was going back with Morticia and asked you to keep her company lest she'd be left alone with that disturbingly horny pair.

Morrison and Mccoy were still there as well, but Larissa would be alone to deal with them if you left, so you stayed. There probably wasn't something you wouldn't do for her, and sitting with her in the dock overseeing the lake to Raven Island, you weren't tempted to head back.

"This is getting boring," a sultry voice asserted a few meters back, "We should play a game."

It was Morticia, approaching with Gomez in one hand and a recently emptied bottle of cheap wine in the other; drinking wine at seventeen, The Nightshades were pretentious like that. It spoke of how biased you were that you thought Larissa was the only one who actually pulled it off, looking elegant and thoroughly decadent while drinking straight from the bottle.

"What do you suggest?" Larissa humoured her, making space between you to the others to sit in a circle on the wooden pier.

You wanted to be alone with her, in all honesty, but Morticia had a glint in her eye that piqued your curiosity and made you nervous altogether.

"How about verum aut consecutio?" she eyed the others; the boys had come up and sat as well, Mccoy between you and Larissa, Gomez beside you and Morticia "In turns, we all spin the bottle in the middle of the circle, and the person whose its neck points to is asked to make a confession about themselves, or face consequences" her smile was devilish, you were equal parts excited and terrified.

Maybe it was the alcohol — you were a terrible lightweight — but you liked the idea very much. Antagonism towards Morticia forgotten in the name of fun, you nodded with the others and prepared to start.

Since Morticia was the one to give the idea in the first place, she spun the bottle first. Round and round it went until it stopped, pointing at Larissa. Fuck, this could go horribly bad; but Morticia only seemed amused.

"Larissa..." she smiled, biting her lip "where are you ticklish?"

Oh, that was harmless, maybe this could be fun.

"You know where I'm ticklish" the comment made you uncomfortable and the fake annoyance on Rissa's face was like a slap, "I'm ticklish in my ribs" she arched a defiant brow, a side smile curling her lips.

You knew they were friends a while back, but you didn't know what happened for the easy jokes to turn into a passive-aggressive competition of wit. They were begrudging companions at best now, admiring each other but unable to voice it. You used to think it was sexual tension, but it made you hurt too much to even entertain the idea, so you decided to turn a blind eye.

The next person was Morrison, directly in front of you, and he asked Gomez what would his wishes for a genie be. Several rounds passed by, with some funny confessions and ridiculous consequences. Mccoy was dared to do a sexy crawl up to Gomez and Morticia to, impressively successfully, lick her own elbow.

It was Morrison again, everyone was in high spirits from having seen Gomez twerk for thirty seconds, and he spun the bottle. Until now, it had only fallen on you once and you asked for confession, telling everyone that you had a strawberry-shaped birthmark on the left side of your lower back. This time, you decided to choose consequence.

"Kiss the most attractive person in this circle" wait, what? No one had done something actually physical before. Did you have to? You probably didn't, but the temptation of having an excuse...

The thing was, you had the most embarrassing fancy on Larissa. She didn't correspond to your feelings, quite obviously not interested in anxious lesbians with no control over their lives. She was the most beautiful creature you ever laid eyes on, but not only that, she was kind and caring, compassionate but with a fiery side that could make you roll on the floor laughing or pant to catch your breath at how hot she could be.

You looked at everyone, you knew what they were expecting. The obvious choice was Morticia. It was a consensus that she was the most charming and sexy girl in the school and you were the gayest disaster to ever step on Nevermore's grounds, but you didn't agree with that. Gomez seemed tense and Mccoy seemed bored. Morrison seemed smug for getting himself the pretty sight of two girls kissing. You were just paralyzed with fear. What would she think? Would things be as they always were after it?

"C'mon, quit making us wait" Mccoy grumbled.

With a deep breath, you stood up to cross in front of him, hearing a sharp intake of breath from behind you and looking at a shocked Larissa on your front. You lowered yourself to one knee, foot planted beside her thigh. She was seated on her legs like a courteous little princess, her hands clasped together on her lap, shoulders tensely straight.

"May I have a kiss?" you whispered, looking for any signs she might want this as much as you did, fearing to find the opposite.

"Are you serious?" she seemed so unsure it hurt. You could only look solemnly at her.

She gave a curt nod, still quite incredulous. You couldn't read her, something you weren't used to. You leaned into her, closing the distance.

It was a bit awkward at first, her lips were partially parted and yours weren't, but soon you saved it by cupping her cheek and guiding her through a slow exploration of each other's mouths. She tasted wine-sweet with a hint of the peppermint tea you had before going out. Her lips were soft and lovely caressing yours with gradually increasing enthusiasm. You weren't in a hurry, you could do this forever easily, and if she wanted time to evolve it into something deeper you were happy to oblige. Her tongue teased out; you were already kissing open-mouthed, but the feeling of her tongue slipping between your lips and sucking yours to her made a satisfied groan escape your throat. Just as you were going to cup her neck with your other hand, fingers already ruining her hairdo, a coughing sound interrupted your thoughts.

You parted, face hot in embarrassment you had only seconds ago felt none of, to see the agitated expression on Morrison's face, Mccoy awkwardly trying to look the other way after staring dumbfounded and Morticia grinning slyly. Gomez didn't seem particularly fazed, and you wanted to hug him for it.

"Okaaay," Morrison cut in the silence "that was something..." he cut himself for a moment before blurting "your turn Larissa" and thrusting her the bottle like a hot potato.

The game deescalated after that. Everyone seemed to silently agree that you didn't need much more excitement that night. But after a while, Morticia grew bored, as she usually did, and suggested everyone should take off their clothes and have a midnight swim.

By then, the other boys were passed out on the grass by the boats. You and Larissa hadn't talked since the kiss and she seemed to avoid your gaze every time you looked at her. Which meant she was looking. You tried to fool yourself with hope but secretly hated that you were only paving the road to heartbreak. She didn't feel the same.

Morticia began taking off her dress and jumped graciously into the water, calling Gomez to join her. He did it without a preamble.

You eyed Larissa silently asking if she was alright with it. She finally looked at you and gave a short, tight smile, before taking off her shirt and skirt and lowering herself into the midnight-coloured water. You followed suit, leaving your clothes with hers.

Morticia started a fight of spilling water and soon the tension had gone again. You felt grateful to her for the first time that night. Larissa was laughing and Gomez was an absolute surprise, attacking everyone when they least expected.

It was very late, the moon halfway down the sky. You were all tired from swimming and cold for stopping the War of Water, and you were going to suggest leaving and going back to school when Morticia said:

"I think Gomez and I are going to head back, I'm feeling chilly and would like for someone to warm me" she blinked at him and started swimming away with him in her tow.

You were suddenly left with Larissa, and couldn't help but think Morticia was doing something. Scheming. Was there a reason for all of this? Did her smile mean something back at the game?

Larissa looked at you for a second, not joyful anymore but tense.

"I think we should go too. It is rather cold."

"Larissa-" you didn't know what you were going to say, where you were going with this, but you had to try, right? Things were already a mess, you could tell.

She stopped, her eyes looking at the surface of the water between you.

"I think we should talk about this" you drifted closer into her personal space.

"What's there to talk about?" she looked to the side, seeming very interested in the trees on the other side of the lake.

"About what happened... about us" you tried, carefully placing the pad of your fingers in her jaw to bring her eyes to yours, she let you.

"I don't know what you mean, it was just a game" she didn't look at your face, instead focused on the freckles on your shoulders, covered only by the straps of your baby pink bra.

"Then why won't you look me in the eyes?" you were starting to get annoyed, she looked at you so fast that it seemed as if she was scared; scared of giving something away, betraying how she felt "I know something is different. You didn't talk to me for this passed hour and you look like a dear in headlights every time I look at you."

She wasn't saying anything. Was she spearing your feelings? Was she avoiding you because she didn't want to give you the wrong impression? Was she... Jesus, was she uncomfortable with your proximity?

You floated back a bit, giving her room. You knew this would happen, you knew giving yourself hope was idiotic.

"If you think I'll act differently... I won't" you reassured her in a small voice "I'll be normal, I'll keep it under control just as I've ever done. I won't expect anything to change or for you to want me back. I can do it, Larissa, I'm used to it. Just don't... do what you're doing now, looking at me horrified like that. Are you okay?" her face was slowly contorting into something horrible, shocked and... disgusted? You felt yourself starting to cry. What have you done?

"Oh my god, is this too much? Should I have kept quiet? Fuck! I'm so sorry, Larissa, I am. Please don't be repulsed, please forget it!" now you were sobbing. She didn't feel the same, and she was repelled.

You didn't see anything, tears clouding your almost-shut eyes when you felt the water and her arms around you.

"Shh, love. Calm down" her voice was soft in your hair "I'm not repulsed by you, how could I?" she pitied you, of course.

Still, you weren't strong enough not to give in and bury your face in her. Her chest was hot against your cold face.

"I'm not repulsed by you, I'm surprised with you" she continued whispering "I am disgusted, but only with myself" she parted from you a bit, taking your face in her hand "I'm disgusted that I was such an idiot not to have realized."

Her kind smile is a searing knife to your buttery heart. You didn't have her love, you had her pity, which was almost as painful as a disgusted rejection. She felt sympathy for you.

"Fuck" you let it escape in a broken gasp "I can't look at you Larissa, don't give me that" you were starting to swim away, feeling humiliated when her hand caught your forearm.

"What? Don't give you what? I'm not understanding your signals y/n, in one minute you're confessing to me and the next you are rejecting my feelings?"

What the hell was she talking about?

"What fucking feelings, Larissa?! I don't want your fucking pity, I love you! I can deal with you rejecting me but I can't just stand by as you think oh poor y/n, so desperately in love with me, wish I could feel the same!" you screamed at her, but she wasn't listening, she was smiling; quite beautifully so. She had a smile that could light an entire city plastered on her face.

You were confused and angry and didn't see it coming but in a second you were looking at her and the second she was kissing you. Ferociously. She was smiling against your lips and her hands held your face firmly. You melted into her, giving up the second her lips collided with yours. Of course you would let her do whatever she wanted, even if you didn't understand a flying shit of what was happening.

When she parted from you, smile still in place, you struggled to catch your breath.

"You absolute idiot. We are absolutely the biggest fools in this school" she laughed "I love you too, you silly girl" and she leaned in again, kissing you with the biggest smile on.

You stayed a bit longer at the lake; suddenly you didn't feel so cold anymore.

Sorry for the late post. Saturday is d&d day, so I wasn't at home for most of the afternoon. Kisses!

Part two can be found here.

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🥤 +🔪+ 🏜️ for the ask game! (also just finished the new stray chapter. don’t look at me im emotional 😭)

Hellooooooo!!!!!

🥤- Recommend an author or fanfic you love

Already did this in my last one - will happily do it again!

I will gleefully consume anything written by ungefug or stinkbuggery - their fics are dark and twisted but so utterly beautiful that my heart aches in my chest.

🔪 - what's the weirdest thing you researched for a writing project

Already answered this one last time too but... I need to look up flight patterns from Chicago to Scotland and I'm worried that I'm gonna get inundated with ads and Hubby will think I'm absconding 😅

🏜️ - what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I put in a lot of subtle references and easter eggs into my fics (quotes from interviews, throwbacks to storylines or in-jokes within the fic's au etc) and I LOOOOOOVE it when a reader picks up on it. @my-intrests is one of the best at this! When it comes to the valetverse, he picks up on E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!!!!!!

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Truth or Dare ~Eve Polastri xFem MI6!Agent!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, fluff, teasing, kissing, implied infidelity, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sat in the passenger seat of the car, watching the building across the street. You personally never loved stake outs.

Eve, your current MI6 partner, was munching away on her sandwich. You sighed as you stared at the deserted building that supposedly contained your target.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” You suggested out of boredom.

Eve stopped chewing on her food and turned her head over to face you.

“Sure.” She said, with a mouth full of food, shrugging her shoulders.

You cringed lightly at the woman speaking with food in her mouth.

“Why don’t you finish your sandwich first…” you sighed.

Eve eagerly nodded and went back to munching down on her food. When the brunette had finished her meal, she cleaned her face and hands with a napkin, and then sanitized her hands.

“Alright…! Do you want to start?” She exclaimed.

“Sure” you hummed, “Truth or Dare?”

“Hmmm… Truth.” Eve breathed out, her eyes still watching the building, but her attention on you.

“Have you ever been with a woman…?” You asked.

Your partners eyes widened at your question. She suck in a breath and shook her head.

“N-no…” she breathed out.

“Huh. Interesting…” you hummed, shifting in your seat and turning to face Eve.

Her face was lighting up with blush.

“Uh— Truth or Dare??” Eve stuttered, trying to shift the conversation.

You took a deep breath.

“Truth.”

“H-have you… Do you have a partner…?” She stammered.

“I—No, I don’t.” You breathed out, shifting a little uncomfortably in your seat.

Eve then turned to face you.

“Really?” She asked in disbelief.

You gulped.

“Yea no. Truth or Dare?” You quickly said.

“Dare…” Eve breathed out, a little nervous and now fully facing you.

“Kiss me” you immediately breathed out.

It didn’t take even a second, before Eve had grabbed your shirt collar and roughly pulled you towards her. Your lips clashed into hers. And you both groaned.

After the kiss, you both pulled away, blushing and semi-speechless. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

The next thing you know, Eve had hopped over to your seat and was in your lap. You looked at her with wide eyes. Her lips smashed into yours once more.

“Truth or Dare…?” Eve panted in between kisses.

“Dare.” You breathlessly answered.

“Fuck me…” Eve breathed out, looking at you in anticipation and dark eyes.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“My pleasure…” you panted, before kissing the woman once more.

~~~

Eve Polastri Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

[porgthespacepenguin]

For the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game, I choose 🐝

Great ask, nonny!

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Ooooh, boy. This could take a few hours. 😄 Alright, so this can in no way, shape or form be an exhaustive list, but ...

@essence-stealer World-class beta, dearest friend, adopted sibling, and all around a truly wonderful person. I'd *never* have completed NEWTS without their support. Fact. You're the best, darling.

@why-its-kai Whenever I feel down about lack of comments or whatever, I go re-read one of Kai's and I immediately feel better. 10/10 would befriend again and again and again if we were stuck in a time-loop.

@predawnite Well, let's just say a certain fic wouldn't be what it is without Dawn. *coughs in KW* Also they have the absolute best freaking prompts, bar none -- an inspiration to us all. And a truly cool person to know, as well. *high-five*

@celestialholz My fandom wife, who somehow still likes me even though she's been straying into BG3 fandom and I have... not. AND WHO MADE ME PLAY POKEMON AND GET TENDONITIS (I wish I was joking). Write Reduction and I might forgive you (joking, joking -- or AM I)

@mrporg My actual, RL, bona fide, patiently long-suffering spouse, who has been putting up with me for a very, very, very long time and now has to endure me on Tumblr too. Talk about supportive. Mwa! <3

Let's not forget:

@dustydahorse (the pinkest and awesomest of little bros)

@lordlexion and @voiid-vagabond (their comments single-handedly kept me posting NEWTS even when I wanted to give up -- fact -- and they're both awesome)

@anzstrek, @ellewood117, Bonesy, and all the others on the Qcard server -- you guys are the best <3

And lastly a wonderfully skilled artist friend of mine who I'm 100% sure will prefer to remain unnamed (but you know who you are!).

Here's a link to the Ask Game if anyone wants to keep playing!