#Truth or Dare WIP

[theresthesnitch]

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Ohhhh you're trying to get me in trouble right of the bat. Alright, let's go.

There's a lot of the fandom that talks about Remus as a wet paper towel or, generally, as a pathetic man. Which, honestly, likely has a lot to do with the fact that he is in a lower socioeconomic status than his friends. I.e.: The reason Remus is "pathetic" is because he's poor and seen next to rich friends, and I think this is ignored by a lot of the people who favor this characterization. (does this count as unpopular? 🤷)

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Finally, Remus finds a section that is labeled with paella pans, and he goes to grab one, only to realize there are four pans there. Which seems to be a ridiculous number of pans to make the same dish. Does it matter which? He pulls out his phone.

Remus: What kind of paella pan do  you need? Hope: I don’t know, pick one. Remus: This is a very well thought out recipe, isn’t it? Hope: Isn’t it fun?

Remus huffs a laugh, shaking his hand as he tucks it away in his pocket.

Remus picks up one of the pans, a large black one, and nearly drops it on his foot before he manages to catch it and put it back on the shelf. By the time he hefts it back up, he’s swearing under his breath, regretting every choice he’s ever made that led to him being here. “Fucking pan,” he says as he pushes it to the back of the shelf. “Do we even need a paella pan?”

“Technically, no,” a voice behind him says, so clearly full of amusement that Remus feels his cheeks burn. “But, it does help, and if you want to do paella right, you want a paella pan.”

[primewritessmut]

Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes

Ah yes, the truth or dare spideypool one-shot that no one asked for. Basically they play stupid games (truth-or-dare) and win stupid prizes (hate fucking each other).

This is one of those early one-shots from what I like to call my "light-hearted" spideypool phase. They actually like each other and there aren't even any knives! I left that phase pretty quickly which is probably why this never got finished. Also, my writing friends @periodically-puzzled and @punch-love have both already written much better truth-or-dare fics and, despite two cakes theory, I didn't really feel like adding to the pile.

“I am absolutely not doing that.” Peter Parker wrings out the shirt from his suit causing water to patter to the roof tiles at his feet. The liquid runs brown off the fabric and he scowls. Goddamn Deadpool. “Live a little, Webs,” the mercenary thorn in Peter’s side taunts from the other side of the roof. “I mean, we’re gonna be up here waiting for our shit to dry for a while. Might as well have some fun, eh?” Peter cannot imagine wanting to do anything more lively than what he and Deadpool just did. It’s not every day a kaiju-level threat sucks you through a time portal and into a battle for your life until the pyromaniac psychopath that got sucked through with you decides to blow it up, exploding a disgusting amount of monster guts all over you in the process. “I said no, Wade,” Peter snaps, twisting his suit hard enough that, if it wasn’t specially made, he’d be tearing it in half right now. Outwardly, it probably looks like he’s irritated by his dumb fuck frenemy’s idea to pass the time up here but inwardly Peter is trying not to happily throw himself onto this grenade of a plan. Yes, maybe he’ll end up blown to bits like that Yeti Kaiju. But shit, he’d really go out in a blaze of glory. “Come ooooon,” Wade whines. "Please?"

wip list for anyone that wants to ask

[theharrowing]

😎 rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

thank you so much @eoieopda and @daechwitatamic for tagging me, i am obsessed with you both!!! no pressure tags: @sweetestofchaos @park-jimin-isnt-real @monvante @sabiekay @star-my @jessikahathaway @written-in-flowers @moonleeai @minisugakoobies @moccahobi @kithtaehyung & anyone else who might want to play! this is your tag!!! (if you dont have 3 fics or 3 wips that's ok! just post whatever!!!) as we all know, i have zero self control, so these snips are long! enjoyyyyyy!!!

3 Published:

Carnival of Terror

“Come one, come all!” a loud, deep, welcoming voice booms over the noise. “Welcome to Carnival Bizarre! The greatest show in the world!” When the other Kim brother you recognize from the posters – Namjoon – suddenly appears in the center of the ring in a burst of smoke, you feel surprised and a bit confused. The performers circle around him, and he holds his arms high, blood-red suit bright under the shine of the many spotlights. Although you cannot perfectly see him from this distance, you imagine that he is not only smiling, but that he is staring directly at you. A chill shimmies down your spine, and you want to look away, but you find that you cannot; your eyes are fixed on the magnanimous man in the swelling center of the encircling chaos.  Held in Namjoon’s hand is a cane, the top end of which is glowing bright like fire, and you watch as he twirls and points with it, following its path as the music crescendos, feeling a heavy weight in your chest that threatens to overwhelm, if only you could tear your eyes away and allow yourself to think clearly.  And then the music stops, and the lights shift off, save for a bright white spotlight that glows on Namjoon. He opens his empty hand, and something that looks like a burst of orange, glittering fire rises from his palm, shimmering in the air as it lifts up, up, up, to the top of the tent, so high above that you lose sight of it.  Vaguely, it feels as if tears are running from your eyes, staining your cheeks in warm streaks, but you cannot lift your hands to check, nor can you blink. You sit stunned and stiff as a board, staring up into the dark tent, waiting to be told where to look next. 

The Hooksborough Demon

cw: some light violence/gore

To explain the anger that occurs within this place, imagine there is a constant noise just in the periphery that you cannot find a solution to, and you cannot shut out. Like somewhere, in the corner of your mind, there is a faucet drip, drip, dripping, and it is slowly driving you crazy. You cannot think straight because it will not stop drip, drip, dripping, and you are becoming more and more frustrated, more and more confused, more and more agitated. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it is almost as if there is a voice whispering, “Kill him, kill him, kill him,” and you stand seething, seeing red, wanting nothing more than to reach out, wrap your fingers around his throat and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze the fucking life out of him. That is how I felt, looking at Yoongi while he told me there was meant to be nothing, that he had never seen a café kiosk in any of the floorplans, much less in the location where I thought it should be, nor the location where it is now. And Jimin, standing there with a Polaroid between his fingers. Jimin, who had his fingers on two photos but never set one of them down in front of me or on camera. I wanted to bash his head against the counter, watch as his skull cracks and his grey matter and blood seep out, painting the laminated wood of the countertop. Whatever this surge of anger was caused by within the walls of this building was swirling inside me, pouring from my mouth and eyes, and I wanted them both dead from my bare hands. And then it stopped. I blinked, and it was gone. As if a mist within me had dissipated, and my mind was clear.

Dollhouse

It always feels weird to wake up in someone else's body. The discombobulation of space and time, adjusting for hand-eye coordination in a new skinsuit with different length limbs and overall proportions, acclimating as quickly as possible to carry out the tasks at hand. But he always adjusts quickly because he is the best. Nobody is better than Jung Hoseok. This assignment is the same as any assignment: find the target and either confiscate or terminate. This time, he has to do both. It just so happens that the target individual is in possession of the target information, allowing Hoseok to kill two birds with one stone and get back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy. "What do you see?" a female voice asks inside Hoseok's head. Hoseok glances around, blinking heavily, unaccustomed to wearing glasses. He appears to be in a bedroom, plain walls with mahogany paneling encasing him. "I'm in a bedroom. Sitting up now." "The target will be here shortly, mister Jung. Meet him in the study, two doors down and to the right." "Got it." When Hoseok sits up, he feels a little dizzy, holding the host's hands in front of him. They're paler, wrinklier, and thicker than his own. Hoseok closes and opens them, turning them around for a moment; he always stops to marvel at the small things.

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Collateral

And then you run. Your feet are sweaty and they slide against the floor, but you push forward as fast as you can. Once at the door, you shove at it with all your strength, and when it flies open, revealing Yoongi and Namjoon standing close, muttering sweetly, you gasp; you were not expecting to find the two of them this easily.  Namjoon stands to the left, gently cradling Yoongi's chin with both hands, and Yoongi stares up at him, hands lifted to Namjoon's sides. Despite Namjoon's more casual attire, Yoongi is in his usual black button-up and black slacks.  You mutter, "Yoo—" and halt in place when he turns his attention to you, smile faltering as his one visible eye holds you in its gaze.  Although Yoongi's hair is down and wild, you can see the black eyepatch covering his other eye. Above the patch are little black stitches that rise up his forehead, and you worry you might faint once more.  "Darling," Yoongi says, dropping his arms from Namjoon's sides to fully face you.  Namjoon's hands only fall to Yoongi's shoulders, and the look he gives you is indiscernible and maybe even a little cold.  "I'm sorry," is all you can say as your right leg twitches in an attempt to continue forward, held back by the full-body weight of your fear.

Devil With the Mint Hair

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.” Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”  You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.” “You’re going to scream Jimin’s name when you want me to slow down or stop?” “Correct.” Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?” Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if I think of something.” “You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.  “Yup.” Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.  “Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.  “Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.  The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.  Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.  Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.  “You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Truth or Dare

Suddenly, you are eager to touch and taste him, uncertain whether you want to continue playing the game. Taehyung catches you staring and smirks, then he pats his legs and asks, "Truth or dare?" with his eyes on you. "Dare," you breathe softly as you get onto your hands and knees to turn and crawl back to his lap. He appears to have scooted a few inches away. "I dare you face me," Taehyung says, lifting a brow. "Straddle my lap." You continue to crawl and cage in Taehyung's legs with your hands and knees until you have nowhere more to go and sit, settling down on his lap. Even sitting up straight you are just slightly shorter than Taehyung, and being this close, you fight the urge once more to kiss him, licking your lips while gazing hungrily at his. When Taehyung mimics the motion, licking his lips in return, you lift your gaze to his, feeling shy.  "Don't worry, pretty," Taehyung teases softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, "I saw that. You want to kiss me so badly, don't you?" With a shrug, you respond, "I haven't picked truth, so who's to say?" "Cheeky," Taehyung mutters with a wide smile, then he nibbles on his lower lip, pulling your attention once more and making you wonder how he tastes.  "God, you should see them, hyung," Taehyung groans loudly enough for his voice to travel without taking his eyes off you. "They can't stop looking at my lips." You blink rapidly, attempting to pull yourself from the trance that Taehyung is clearly becoming a master at putting you under, and you turn to your boyfriend, who stares at you with wide, eager eyes.  "Truth or dare, babe?" "Truth." "What are you imagining, right now?" Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "So many things," he mutters.  "Elaborate," you urge.

someone please hold a gun to my head and force me to finish Truth or Dare lolol.

[weaverpop]

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🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

“You Fucking Donkey“ by Gordon Ramsey 😂😂😂

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[tokuvivor]

🪐, 🪲, 🎨

🪐 Name three good things going on in your life right now.

I have my health, I have people (both IRL and online) that I talk to, and I have a potential job opportunity at a nearby hospital.

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

Okay, it’s 52, but here:

She did feel kinda bad about it, though. As she stood there, internally cursing Gyro, she noticed that Selene was shivering a bit.

Della was not the only one to pick up on this, though. Gyro noticed the goddess’ evident discomfort, too. From what he knew, Ithaquack’s climate was nothing like this.

🎨 Link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it.

Honestly, it might be this one of Huey and Fenton. They have one of my favorite dynamics of any of the DuckTales characters, and both the posing and the colors here are really soft and warm. It’s just really aesthetically pleasing.

[bookish-karina]

looking to publish my WIP somewhere...

my current WIP (which is the one I'm wanting to publish) is Your Average Fangirl, it follows an anxious fmc that goes on tour with her favorite music artist. it follows more of a YA romance plot line with a slow burn where he falls first and harder <3

[darkpoisonouslove]

We may have talked about this already, but I just realized that you have listed both Bachelorette Party and The Truth Can Be a Dare Too; with my impeccable deduction skills, I gather it means they aren’t the same (like I thought on the first read-through). So what was the deal with these again? 👀

What happened is that I had a document (The Truth Can Be a Dare Too) that contained the actual WiP and then I had a second document with all the questions that I want to include (The Truth Can Be a Dare Too Qs). However, the second document was a goddamn mess and I decided that the best way to get some order both in my notes and in my head is to create a new document aka outline for the fic. That's the Bachelorette Party document. So they technically aren't the same thing since one is the actual fanfic and the other is the outline but they are very much about the same story.

[sparklepocalypse]

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xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

Heeeey @kiwiana-writes!

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm choosing to interpret this as the WIP I most recently wrote in, rather than the Google Doc I most recently created, so.

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🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

The Bottom’s Digest (@bottomsdigest) • Instagram photos and videos

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Well. I was definitely in the midst of writing smut, so. Have a jump!

In the next moment, Alex is pinning not just his body, but his hands as well, both of his wrists gathered in Alex’s left hand, and pressing his face into the crook between Henry’s neck and shoulder to lavish kisses along the dip above his collarbone. Alex’s right hand settles on Henry’s hip, gripping him firmly, and Henry feels the bed shift as Alex adjusts the placement of his knees so he can dig deeper with his cock, rolling upwards, seeking—

[Send me another truth or dare!]

[sarcophagid]

first to fall asleep at the sleepover

[hippolotamus]

No idea what you’ve answered…

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Tanis, my love, dearest (rudest) friend

🪲 add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

I'm going to start with this incredibly rude ask (*mumbles to self* angel, my ass). Also, I 100% blame @diazsdimples for this (affectionate). There's a tiny bit more, but Eddie started having *thoughts* and *feelings* about his past that I wasn't entirely ready to get into tonight. (I'm sure that's shocking information for you)

It’s not like Eddie didn’t know this was coming. Like he hadn’t sat through the rehearsal and watched Buck get all moon eyed while he verbally walked through it one too many times (not that Eddie minds. He’ll gladly listen to anything Buck says for eternity as long as it’s not ‘goodbye’.) Obviously none of that was enough preparation.  But, honestly, what could have ever prepared him for anything about Buck? Especially a Buck that is awkwardly crouched down while he accompanies his niece down the aisle at Maddie and Chim’s wedding.  Jee reaches into her basket, throwing tiny fistfuls of pale pink rose petals and giggling as they scatter on the white runner laid out between the rows of chairs. Buck beams down at her, bright and warm as the late afternoon sun. When they reach the rose covered archway, she holds her arms out – “Buck! Up!” – reaching for him. He readily indulges her request, holding her close, careful not to wrinkle the pink and cream tulle in her dress.

🪐name three good things going on in your life right now

🩷 having a therapist that I feel comfortable with

💛 filthy firefighter boys

💙 meeting amazing new friends

🥑 you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

answered here!

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[hellcheerficdatabase]

All Yours

Author: smutstevington

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 3/4

Description: Eddie Munson was Chrissy Cunningham's first kiss, back in high school when she had a secret crush on him. Now, years later at a party, she's finally able to get him back.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, house party, truth or dare, secret crush, confessions, fluff, smut, Chrissy has a crush on Eddie, mutual pining, Alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[total-serene560]

Writing Patterns

thanks for the tag me @longtallglasses and @magentamee!

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 8 5 posted fics (and 6 wips) and see if there's a pattern.

(these are not in chronological order of when I wrote them, but man I feel like it's super obvious which ones I wrote more recently)

POSTED:

What's On Your Mind (Pure Energy)

This summer, Mike decides, has been complete and utter bullshit. 

I Dare You

It was 3am at that point. The party they left had ended hours ago- one of those end of the year events hosted by their high school that had way too much adult supervision for any of the teenage antics that usually went on at all the parties they never got invited to over the past three years.

The Truth Runs Wild Inside of Me

Mike closes his eyes, El right across from him one second and swallowed up by darkness the next. She had a makeshift blindfold pulled taught over her eyes, making her quick-growing curly hair splay out in all directions when she asked him to sit down in front of her and close his eyes.  

Below The Fold

 It took until Piper was standing in Oberland Station, talking to a confused couple that was really just minding their own business in the biting morning of the autumn wasteland, for her to realize that whoever told her that they had some juicy story for her was a big fat liar. 

Source Decay (first thing I posted after a 5 year gap in writing lol)

Piper stood in front of the massive gate of Diamond City, her face pinched in frustration, “Seriously?” She muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples with her hands as she paced back and forth in front of the gate, “What the hell!”

UNPOSTED WIPS:

A Papercut For Two (Part 1 of A Strange Education)

The morning before his life is set on an unavoidable trajectory for disaster, Mike almost gets his foot run over by Nancy’s stupid car.

Violent Angles (So Tangled Up)

Warm wind blew against his face, picking the loose curly strands of his hair off his forehead and neck as he stepped out of the car and onto the gravel of the parking lot. The papers in his hand fluttered as he turned and closed the car door.

Go West, Young Man

Young boys were not supposed to roam the foothills without supervision. They were full of bears and cougars and abandoned mineshafts that burrowed into the land like goring wounds in the abdomen of a dying cattle driver. The people before had come for copper and gold, and left behind yawning pits that could crush a body as well as a bear’s teeth. And the people before that, he did not know. 

The Way

His mouth tasted like copper and white liquor when he finally came to, body heavy on scratchy carpet that scraped against the right side of his face. His arm was numb beneath him, and he squeezed his fist a few times until the nerves screamed back to life and made his hand feel warm and tingly. He rolled on his back, the popcorn ceiling swimming above him as he fought to keep his eyes open despite the pain piercing through his skull. 

Cyclebreaker

Hopper remembers bringing his fists down into Will's ribs, over and over until he gasped his way back to life. He remembers the phonecalls and the endless appointments with Sam, the odd shiver he’d get realizing that Sam thought Will was his. His and Joyce’s, a miserable little family that tragedy would follow around like the grim reaper, reminding him that he’s not only cursed, but a curse. He remembers how Jonathan told him they’d be okay, how okay never quite turned out to be what any of them expected, once all the dust settled and they tried to piece back together normal. He’d been piecing back together normal since Sarah, though, and he’s convinced it’s made up. A lie meant to comfort those that couldn’t handle the truth; life is going to destroy you, and there’s no way back to normal. 

Unison

“-And that’s the traffic. Now to-”

Nate turned the volume down, one hand on the wheel. Silence filled the void between them.

tagging: @oldfashionedmorphine @fireflywitch @pearlypairings @wendydarlingfics @id-rather-be-home @parkitaco @foodiewithdahoodie and all my other mutuals who write! (sorry if I double tagged you)

[elshells]

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Hi Korb!! I've missed you :D

From this writer truth or dare ask game!

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? This is probably a common response, but it definitely depends on the surprise. Like, if someone just gives me a gift out of nowhere, like concert tickets or a cake or something, or a friend I've been missing is in town, I'll be delighted! I might even appreciate a surprise party if the circumstances are right (I've never been the subject of one before so I can't say for certain tho). But if there are ever any last minute changes to my schedule that I can't/haven't prepared for, that shit ruins my day. I'll keep it together if I can, but internally, I'm freaking out and having an anxiety attack.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here Ok so I'm crying because I haven't written anything for fun in SO LONG due to physical/mental health and day-to-day stress. So thank you for finally giving me an excuse to open a WIP document again! This is a little more than 50 words and I'm afraid my writing's gotten rusty, but here you go! A sneak peek into the intro of the next chapter of Agent Ace!

The rest of the drive was a total blur. Harley barely remember when the van stopped, but she somehow found herself in a dimly-lit apartment. Jade never left her side, keeping her arms wrapped tight around Harley's shoulders as they ducked and hurried up the stairs of the detective's apartment complex. Now they sat together on a lumpy couch in the tiny living room, hair and clothes wet and darkened from the downpour outside, while Ahren and the detective—August Bracken—spoke in hushed, serious tones behind them, clearly intending to remain unheard but doing a terrible job at it.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  There's probably several but this is the first one that came to mind. I don't know where it came from (Vine, Tumblr, etc.) but have y'all seen the video of the pug with the X-files theme playing in the background? I don't know what it is about that video but I lose my shit every single time I see it. I think it's the pug's face at the end that gets me, like it's just seen a biblically accurate angel. Just, the drama. The trauma. I can't hold it together.

Adding a link to the video because you really do have to see it to understand. Otherwise I just sound like my brain be broken. XD

[myth-blossom]

How about 🪲?

Hi Nonny! Thank you for the ask :)

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here:

The lock gave way easily as they broke into the diner, its only security a loose doorknob that couldn’t keep out determined wildlife, let alone two young assassins. The business was closed and the staff long since gone, providing them a quiet place to relax as they formulated a new plan to eliminate the target. 

Truth & Dare Ask Game

[porcelainseashore]

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For the ask/emoji game! x

Thank yewww Ghostdog for asking! 💖

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

Hmm, I actually have a couple of wips at the moment, two of which are collabs with AliBelleRosetta *yes, we are serving more Leon goodness!!*, so I'll just add whatever emojis I can for them:

🩸 🧛 ❤️‍🔥 🕵️ 👑 ✝️

🏘️ 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 🗣️ 🤐 🔨

👦 👙 😳 👴 🇺🇸 😎

💐 😱 🍔 🌧️ 🔮 ❤️

[theharrowing]

hiiiii love, what about truth or dare???

OMG JESS, HELLOOOOooOOOO!!!!!! 😍

i was in the middle of responding to this and then SEVEN HAPPENED AND ADLASJDALJSDAS 🤯💥💥💥ANYYYWAYYYYY LOLOLOLOL 🤪🤪🤪 JUST GOING TO PRETEND THAT I AM PERFECTLY NORMAL AND OKAY, AND NOT AT ALL INSANE. 13.5 HOURS LATER BUT WHO'S COUNTING HAHAHAHAHA 😰😅😅

(i'm going to present this blurb without context, but i have shared a couple in the past if you wanna follow the fic tag hehe.)

Perhaps, you reason, it might be easier to confess than to act, especially with your back to Taehyung, so you close your eyes and mutter, "Truth." Taehyung's palms gently grab your wrists, then rub up, over your bare arms before reaching your shoulders, which are barely covered by the dark blue fabric of your tank top. When he rubs his hands back down, you let out a shattered exhale, worried about the time he is taking to formulate what he wants to ask you.  And then he says, "Tell me, kitty—" in a voice so deep and inviting, your cheeks warm, and you open your eyes to find Hoseok smirking at you. "—how would you feel about cuckolding your boyfriend?" You swallow thickly and watch as Hoseok's grin widens, showing off his pearly whites. He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side, and you do your best not to sound too nervous as you turn your head to the side, addressing Taehyung without actually being able to clearly see him.  "I think..." you begin, hearing the tremble in your voice, "...I think that could be fun."

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