#easy to chew hard to swallow i guess??

[sleevebuscemii]

i will die on the hill that black sails is one of the greatest shows of all time but i think the reason it never truly entered my psyche is that so much nuance went right over my fucking head

[p1astr81]

I LOVE your writing for oscar!!! if ur reqs are open, could you consider writing about playing like truth or dare with him and the other drivers. and then one of the dares is to sit on oscar’s lap (but you end up feeling something hard against your skirt……. it’s too bad you enjoy teasing oscar)

Warnings: smut! 18+, panties as a gag, exhibition/voyeurism

A blackout kept you all inside Lando’s apartment. You, Charles, Oscar, Max Fewtrell, Carlos, and Alex were all there originally because he wanted you all to try is cooking. (You all lived in the same complex and Lando often took advantage of that).

But now you were all sat in a circle, relying on Lando’s record breaking count of two candles and all of your phones flashlights.

Of course it was Lando who brought up the idea of truth or dare.

“Truth or dare?” Lando asked you, a dangerous spark of evil shimmering in his eye.

You rolled your eyes before picking dare.

“I dare you to…” his eyes danced around the room. “sit on the hottest guy in the room’s lap.”

Grinning, you got to your feet. You maintained eye contact with him, walked right up to him like he was your pick, the sat down in Oscar’s lap right beside him.

Even in the dim lighting, it was easy to make out Lando’s shocked expression. Charles laughed loudly.

“Him? Are you serious?!” Lando screeched.

You waved a dismissive hand through the air. You ignored his protests and turned the question on him.

“Truth.” He chose.

“Did you want me to choose you?” Your voice was low, teasing, dangerous.

“I pick dare.”

Laughs rang out. “Not how the game works.” Carlos reminded him.

He chewed his cheek. “Yes.” He muttered.

“Ouch.” You hissed.

He moved on quickly, selecting Charles to ask.

You leaned into Oscar, your mouth ghosting by his ear. “This okay with you?” You whispered. You knew it was. You’ve felt him growing harder and harder underneath you since you sat down. And your skirt had ridden up since you’d sat down, so the only thing stopping you from dripping all over his shorts was your thin lacy panties. You shifted and heart the catch of his breath in response.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah,” his voice was hoarse, like all his energy was going into not doing something about how solid he was.

You shifted again, rolled your hips deliberately. The only indication of it affecting him was his shaky exhale.

The game continued. Charles attempted a cartwheel. Alex deep throated a banana. Max kissed Lando. Entertaining stuff.

But Oscar was too occupied to pay attention to any of it. Your squirming was insistent, and he was sure it was purposeful. He was clenching his jaw so tight he thought he might break his teeth. It got to a point where he thought he might actually cum in his shorts, then he grabbed your hips and held you in place.

“You think this is funny?” He muttered, his voice hot.

You smirked. “Lando in a dress? Absolutely.” Playing dumb.

He’d had enough, grabbing your hand without a warning and marching down the hall to the guest bedroom. He locked the door, but that didn’t stop Lando from banging on it and questioning what the hell oscar was going in there.

He ignored his teammate, shoving his pants down to his ankles. He bent you over the bed. “Tell me to stop.” He warned.

“Don’t.” You wiggled your ass to entice him.

Your arms were pinned behind your back, both your wrists in his one hand. He slammed into you, gagging you with the panties he’d ripped off of you. Whatever, your moans were still echoing off the walls while he fucked you like you owed it to him. I guess in a way you did.

“They’re all listening,” he groaned as he felt you tighten around him. “Yeah? You like that?”

He slammed into you particularly rough, earning a muffled, “yes!”

“Oscar you’re washing those sheets!”

“Hear that? They know what we’re doing and they’re still standing there.” He laughed when you squeezed him again, kissing along your exposed neck. Your nails dug into your hands. “Do you think Lando’s recording so he can get off to the sound of your pretty moans later?” He grunted into your ear as he bumped your cervix. “He wanted you. But who did you pick?”

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your foggy head. The pleasure was blinding, better than you’ve ever felt before. “You,” the confession was muffled. He pulled the gag from your mouth, sopping wet now.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“You, I picked you Oscar,” you sighed out, “close! ‘M gonna-hmph fuck”

“You think you deserve to cum?” He whispered, his voice rough.

You nodded quickly. “Please, please, please,” you panted.

“Well, since you gave the guys something nice to listen to-“

Fingers found your clit, pressing, circling. Your vision went white as you came. You bit your lip, trying not to be so loud. Still, small hah, hm, mhph escaped.

There was no warning before Oscar came inside of you, filling you with his cum. Hearing muffled, you hadn’t heard him moan your name.

When you both finally came to your senses, you started to panic. “Oh, oh fuck oh no, Lando’s going to be so pissed! We shouldn’t have- Oscar!” You scolded him as he stood there grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

You had no idea that he thought you were a better prize than a lottery win.

He walked out first. The lights were on. The power had come back while you two were busy. Everyone else went home. Lando sat on the living room sofa.

Rounding the sofa to stand in front of him, you both realized he was in nothing but a pair of black boxers. A wet patch and a bulging tent.

“Well, you both did this to me.” He shrugged. “So you gonna fix it?”

You licked your lips. You and Oscar turned to each other at the same time, giving each other the same hungry look.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Sandcastles - Chan

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: nerd! Chan x best friend! reader

summary: it's finally spring break and with final exams in the rearview mirror, it's time for you and your best friend to enjoy a well-deserved beach day.

warnings: inexperienced Chan, experienced reader, angst, insecurities, body issues, (you make Chan feel better about himself!!) light kissing, so much fluff <333

a/n: sorry for the little hiatus but I am officially back with the first story in the Stray College series :') I hope y'all like it!!!

“Hey, wanna eat lunch together?” Chan said with a bright smile as he scooches toward you. As you sit down next to each other, you both reach for the sandwiches splayed on your trays. “So, how has your day been so far?” Chan asks, trying to keep the conversation light and casual, but his heart races slightly at the proximity to you.

“Oh, fine. What about yours?” You ask. You peel back the lid of your pudding before bringing it to your lips.

Chan watches you lick the pudding clean from the flimsy lid, his mind wandering briefly before he snaps back to the conversation. "Mine was okay, just the usual." He swallows hard, trying to ignore the sudden butterflies in his stomach. You turn towards him, noticing the pile of textbooks next to his arm. Chan has always been too hard on himself when it comes to studying.

“How has biology been? I know the test last week was brutal.” you ask.

Chan chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. “Oh god, don't remind me. I was up all night studying for that thing.” He pauses, glancing at you with a small smile. “You did pretty well on it, right? I remember you aced the practice tests.”

You feel that familiar warmth start to build in your stomach at his words. A feeling that only Chan has seemed to master to create inside of you.

“Ha, yeah. I guess I did alright on it.”

Chan's eyes linger on your flushed cheeks, a faint warmth spreading through his own chest. “That's great to hear. You're really smart, you know that?” He looks away quickly, his face growing hot. “So, um, have you decided what you're doing for spring break yet?”

Spring break. Most of the students had made plans months ago to go on exotic vacations and expensive cruises. But the two of you had been so caught up with finals that it didn't leave much time for planning. You chew the bottom of your lip in thought. Something easy, something fun, and most importantly, something affordable on a student budget. Your eyes suddenly light up with an idea. “Oh! How about a beach day?”

His heart skips a beat at your enthusiasm. “A... a beach day?” His voice cracks slightly. “That... that sounds nice.” He fidgets with his food, trying to hide a nervous smile. “Though... I'm not really the most experienced swimmer…” He lied. Truth was, Chan loved to swim but hadn't done it in years. You give him a warm smile, nudging his arm with yours playfully. “That's okay! We'll just hang out on dry land, make sandcastles and get food and tan!”

Chan blushes deeper at the playful nudge, his stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves. “A tan, huh? I'd really like that. With you.”

Your face turned a brighter shade of red. “Then it's a date! meet me tomorrow at Eagle Crest beach okay? And don't forget your bathing suit!” You give Chan a wink before grabbing your lunch tray and walking away. Chan's jaw nearly drops at your wink, his entire body flushing red as he watches you walk away. He mutters softly to himself, hardly believing what just happened "A-a date? Did... did we just... oh god…”

The next day, Chan arrives at Eagle Crest Beach, his heart pounding like a drum solo as he scans the crowd for you. He's armed with SPF 100 sunscreen, an oversized beach towel (his shield against embarrassment), and a stomach full of butterfly-flavored nerves. He spots your waving arm and makes his way over, trying to act casual despite his racing heart. As he gets closer, he sees the towels and umbrella, realizing you actually meant this to be a real beach day, not just a meet-up. "You... you planned this.”

Your eyes follow his as the two of you take in the set up you've made for the day. Embarrassment washes over you like a cold wave as you realize you may have done too much, been too eager, too excited and now he would feel uncomfortable. “It's nice.” Chan whispers under a smile. You smile back and decide to make yourself comfortable. You lift your shirt to reveal a bright red bathing suit top. Chan's eyes widen as he takes in your red bikini top, his mind blanking for a moment before he quickly averts his gaze, blushing furiously. He swallows hard, trying to act normal as he spreads his beach towel next to yours. He looks down at his baggy white T-shirt, then back at your bikini top, gulping audibly. He hesitantly pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled physique.

Your eyes flicker over to him innocently before they drink in the entire view. He catches you staring at his abdomen as he adjusts his towel, his muscles flexing unintentionally. He's always been shy about his physique, but seeing your reaction makes him feel a strange warmth spreading across his chest, not from the sun. "You... you good?”

Your mouth goes dry at the moment he turns towards you. What a ridiculous fucking question. Your voice is now a strangled and raspy mess. “You're…RIPPED!”

His face turns beet red at your compliment, running a hand through his hair nervously "Oh, um, I... I just workout sometimes. In my room. It started as a way to stay fit and healthy but I just really enjoy it now.”

Your face splits into a wide smile hearing Chan talk about something he genuinely enjoys that isn't school. His eyes seem to glimmer at the mention of it. “Maybe we could workout together sometime?” You push your shoulder into his gently. Chan lets out a chuckle then a deep breath. A breath he didn't know he was holding onto. “I'd like that.” He says softly, his eyes still fixed on the sand at his feet.

The two of you sit together, listening to the waves crashing and breaking into the shore. Soon, most of the people have gone home leaving the two of you and a single umbrella punctured in the shoreline.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice carries over lapping water.

“Sure.”

“You have no idea how hot you are, do you?” You ask, keeping your eyes fixed on the cool blues and greens of the ocean.

Chan coughs into his can of beer. The smell of hops spurts back into his nose as he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “Excuse me?” His head snaps to you.

“You heard me, bookworm.” You exclamate your words with the sound of your beer can clanking against his.

“I guess, no? I don't really consider myself ‘hot’.” Chan confesses. And it was the truth. He had never been told he was the hot guy before. He was the “nice guy”. The guy that helped you with your homework, the guy that your parents trusted to stay out late with, the guy that followed the rules. “I'm not that guy.” His voice drops to a solemn tone.

You set your empty can of beer down next to you and turn to face Chan, a cheeky smirk growing quickly. “Sorry to be the one to break this to you, but you are that guy. You're the hot guy.”

Chan's eyes lock with yours and for a moment even the waves seem to have slowed themselves to see what would happen next. He knew what the “hot guy” would do in this situation. He would grab the girl and kiss her, right? Right?! He swallows hard, his eyes following yours to his own lips. He feels a sudden urge to close the distance between you, to kiss you and see if the attraction he feels is mutual. But his shyness holds him back, leaving him stuck in place, his lips parted slightly. You let out a soft chuckle and roll your eyes, pulling his face to yours. “Come here, you.”

His eyes widen right before your lips meet his, surprise giving way to pleasure. He melts into the kiss hesitant at first, overwhelmed but eager. After a moment, he timidly begins to reciprocate, his inexperienced lips moving clumsily against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss slightly, trying to mimic what he's seen in movies. He can feel your body pressed against his, making him acutely aware of his own thick frame. He breaks the kiss briefly to whisper, "How's that for the ‘hot guy’?”

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[smutmind]

Lady's Choice

Yoona X You

The kitchen smells like toasted bread and sizzling ham when you pad in barefoot, still groggy from sleep.

Yoona's back is to you. A white cardigan hangs loose around her shoulders, swaying slightly with each motion. It's unbuttoned. There's nothing beneath it. Her skin peeks through in warm, golden slices. She's wearing tiny denim shorts that barely cover the curve of her ass. Her dark hair's knotted up, neck exposed, bare feet planted firm on the cool tile. She hums to herself as she flips a panini with a little wiggle of her hips. You blink. Once. Twice. The blood in your body shifts direction.

"You're up early," she says without turning. Her voice—honeyed, casual, like nothing's strange about you walking into her half-bent over, flashing skin like it's air.

"Smelled food," you mutter. Your voice cracks slightly. She glances over her shoulder and smirks.

"Hope you're hungry."

She plates the sandwich and slides it your way, licking mustard off her thumb as she walks past. The scent of citrus shampoo follows her. You sit. She leans over to pour coffee, breasts swaying slightly beneath the soft cardigan. You try not to stare. Fail completely.

"Boys your age eat a lot, huh?" she asks, not looking at you.

You blink. "Guess so."

Yoona stirs her coffee slow. "Especially when there's something... fresh on the menu."

You choke slightly on your bite. She laughs, low and pleased. "Relax. I'm just teasing. Mostly."

The silence simmers. You chew. She watches.

"You know," she says, circling around behind you, her fingers grazing your shoulder, "you've filled out. Not that skinny kid always trailing my brother."

You swallow hard. "Gym helps."

"Mm. Bet it does. All that testosterone. Must be hard."

You shift in your seat. She notices. Her nails ghost the back of your neck.

"Yoona…"

"Shh." She steps between your knees. Her palm presses your thigh.

"My brother—"

"Isn't here. And I've been patient. Weeks. Months. Watching you stretch on that damn couch in nothing but boxers."

She slides onto your lap, her bare chest pressing against you, cardigan brushing open. The warmth of her skin seeps through your shirt.

"You're gonna let me taste you. Right here. Right now."

Her hand cups you. You harden instantly.

"Fuck," you whisper.

She lowers herself between your knees, breath warm against your stomach. Her fingers tug down your waistband, your cock springing free. Her eyes light up.

"God, you're a fucking treat."

Yoona kisses the head first. Just her lips, a warm, deliberate press, like she's greeting you properly with her mouth.

"Mmm," she murmurs against your tip, breath warm. Her eyes meet yours—playful, hungry. "Already twitching? I haven't even started yet."

Her tongue follows, slow and lazy. She draws a perfect circle around the rim, pausing to tease the underside with a soft flick. You shudder, a groan escaping your throat as her hand wraps gently around the base.

"So reactive," she whispers, thumb brushing a bead of precum from the tip. "You make this so easy for me."

Then she opens her mouth and takes you in halfway. The wet heat of her mouth surrounds you, slow suction dragging the breath from your lungs. Her cheeks hollow as she sinks down, lips sealing around your shaft, tongue pressing along the underside. One hand strokes your base, her rhythm patient, unhurried.

"Fuck, Yoona... that feels—"

She hums around you, the vibration buzzing down your spine. Her other hand trails up your stomach, fingertips skating beneath your shirt.

She pulls off with a soft pop, lips glistening. "Still with me? Good. Now let’s see what else that pretty cock can do."

She sinks back down, slower this time, deeper. Her throat flexes to accommodate the stretch. She pauses with her nose nearly touching your pelvis, eyes squeezed shut, then swallows.

Her fingers grip your thighs, steadying herself. She pulls back just enough to breathe. "God... you're thick. But I like the challenge."

Then she moves again, this time in rhythm. Her head bobs, tongue swirling under your crown on every upstroke. Her lips are slick, her moans soft and constant. Wet sounds fill the room, obscene and perfect.

"You taste so fucking good," she pants between strokes, stroking your shaft with both hands now as she works her mouth over the head.

You gasp, thighs tightening. "Yoona... Jesus."

She grins around your length. "That's it. Let go. Give it to me."

You start to thrust. Just a little. She doesn't stop you. Instead, her hands slide around your hips, guiding you, pulling you deeper with each motion. Her throat tightens and relaxes in time, her nose brushing your skin with every plunge.

"That's it," she chokes out when she pulls back for breath. "Fuck my throat. Show me what you need."

Her lips lock back around you. Faster now. Deeper. Wet heat, the edge of desperation. Her tongue presses against every ridge and vein.

"You gonna cum for me?" she whispers, fingers stroking your balls. "Come on, baby. I want it. All of it."

You groan, spine arching. She moans in return, mouth tightening, her suction relentless. You can't stop it now. The orgasm builds fast, sharp.

"Yoona, I'm gonna—"

She moans in encouragement. Her eyes close. She takes you in to the hilt.

You explode, cock pulsing against her tongue, spilling down her throat in hot, aching bursts. She swallows every drop, lips tight, moaning low as you twitch in her mouth.

When she finally pulls back, she drags her tongue over your tip one more time, eyes heavy-lidded.

"Lady's choice," she breathes, licking a final drop from the corner of her mouth. "And I always go for seconds."

[paperultra]

space cadet.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 831 words Warnings: None

reverie (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream

You imagine the thoughts in your head as a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea: dense, beautiful, brimming with life and all too easy to get lost in.

They’ve caused you trouble in the past. Countless rapped knuckles, letters sent home to your parents, walking into trees on the way home from school. But how could you resist? Empires rose and fell over the course of an hour inside your mind, mighty beasts swore their allegiance to you and the four seas were yours to explore. The childhood you had in the real world was so dull and lonely in comparison.

When you ran off and joined the Straw Hats, you finally had the excitement you had so craved. And yet, even now, your mind still wanders.

��If you swab the deck any more, we won’t have any left, sweetheart.”

Only a select few can bring you back.

You blink rapidly, the clouds dissipating as you stop scrubbing and look up. Sanji’s already smiling when you meet his gaze.

He lifts his hands; one offers a plate of shortbread cookies, the other a glass of milk.

“I’m going to guess that you haven’t had a break in a while,” he says. “Am I right?”

A break? Sending him a perplexed frown, you lean on the handle of your scrub brush and glance over your shoulder.

The side on which you had started winks back at you from afar, wood gleaming under the afternoon sun.

Oh.

“I … I guess so,” you reply slowly, turning back to him. It’s only then that you register the saltwater washing over your feet and the ache in your muscles. “I didn’t even realize …”

He shakes his head and chuckles, leading you to some nearby crates to sit down. “Too caught up in your stories again? I’m almost jealous that they get to spend so much time with you.”

“I don’t mean to make you worry.”

“Loving someone means worrying about them from time to time.”

He winks, and you smile, flustered.

“I see,” you say quietly. “Then thank you for worrying, Sanji.”

“Of course.” He hands you the glass of milk, then picks up a cookie and taps it against your lips. “Now, this is my best batch of sablés. You have no idea how hard it was to keep Luffy from eating them all in the kitchen.”

“I have some idea,” you drawl amusedly, taking a bite.

The cookie breaks with a gentle snap. It crumbles delightfully in your mouth, sugar and butter dancing on your tongue. A pleased hum rumbles in your throat before you wash it down with a gulp of cold milk.

“What do you think?”

“I think I might eat the whole plate right now,” you say, taking the other half of the cookie.

He grins. “So you like them.”

“They’re delicious.” Picking up another one, you hold it in front of his face. “Here.”

Sanji’s gaze remains locked with yours as he leans forward to take a bite of the cookie, his lips brushing your fingertips in an impromptu kiss before he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully. The action should not look as good as it does.

“My best batch, as I’ve said,” he tells you once he swallows. “But I’ve tasted sweeter.”

You tilt your head. “Where?”

His mouth curls into a smirk, and he places his fingers under your chin to bring your face closer to his. Your noses touch and you can feel his answer against your lips as he murmurs, “Right here.”

The rest of the crew may also have the pleasure of eating Sanji’s food, but they do not share your privilege of knowing just how talented he is at kissing.

He sets down the plate and lifts his hand to cup your jaw, meeting your lips and letting out a soft sigh before pressing his lips more fervently against yours. You can taste the smoke on his tongue, a constant underneath the warm sweetness of sugar and the saltiness of butter. Your eyes flutter closed, and you reach up to cradle the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging slightly. The groan he lets out sends tingles down to the tips of your toes.

“Sweetheart,” he pants, and the longing in his voice would’ve made your knees buckle if you were standing, “I won’t be able to stop if you keep doing that.”

You put your glass of milk down so you can bury both hands in his golden hair. Your forehead touches his. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Maybe it is,” he mutters.

You bring him back in for another searing kiss that Sanji returns just as eagerly.

Yes, you value your time alone with your thoughts. They are a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea, beautiful, countless, and wild.

But as easy as it is to get lost in your thoughts, it is infinitely easier to get lost in him.

[jarofstyles]

eating from each others plates plsss 🫶🏼🫶🏼

BEAUTIFUL this is bit of dadrry too actually- I kinda changed it a little by accident but I still hope you enjoy it hehe

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It was hard to get a minute alone while being parents.

Y/N and Harry loved their children, don't get it wrong. Being a father had been one of his ultimate life goals and Y/N had fallen in love with motherhood, both of them excited to be at every play, soccer match, doctors visit, the works.

But god, was it nice to have a moment of peace.

The children were finally asleep. It had been the entire routine of homework, bath time, bedtime prep, laying out their outfit for the next day before each of them got a bedtime story. They'd gotten back late from a soccer match and selfishly gotten the kids fast food on the way home because Y/N couldn't even think about cooking.

Her own stomach had growled loudly while cleaning up the kitchen, and Harry had laughed under his breath before giving her an innocent look when she grumbled at him for the action. It was these sort of things, the domestic and somewhat unromantic aspects of having a life partner that had surprised her with how much she loved it.

It was easy. Having Harry around made everything more fun, more bearable even at the tough moments. He had always been a good partner despite their tiffs, and that hadn't seemed to change in their 10 years together.

When he had insisted he finish cleaning while she took a shower, she had finally given in and let the hot water relax her muscles, the lavender body wash aiding in the experience before she applied lotion and pulled on a fresh set of pajamas. That was famously one of Harry's shirts and a pair of shorts that could pass for underwear.

"Made us food." He said as she walked into the kitchen. It was pasta. One plate of pasta. She gave him a look as he walked over to the dining table to place it down next to her glass of wine- has she mentioned she loved him?- and sat on the chair, spreading his thighs before patting his lap. "C'mon, mama. You're sleepy and showered. Let's share."

Y/N simply did as told. Too tired to fight, she collapsed on his lap with a hefty sigh, feeling him scoot the chair further in and bring the fork to her mouth to feed her the first bite. Alfredo pasta. Creamy, rich, and something they'd definitely be having as leftovers tomorrow.

"Guess I did alright?" He laughed at her moan, the clean fork falling back to the plate to get himself a bite.

"Mhm." She confirmed before swallowing, watching as he chewed the food before nodding. Yeah, it was exceptionally good. Out of the both of them, it had always made her grumble that he was the better cook- but now she was reaping the benefits.

"Fuck yeah I did." He nodded, taking a sip of his ginger ale. "Love you too much to let you go to bed hungry. Took care of my babies so well today." He smeared a kiss to the side of her head before feeding her another bite. "So now you'll let me take care of you."

[paxaz535]

CRUSH (2) - hopkins!p x amayabattle!cousin!reader

you are amaya’s older cousin and she is very fond of the crush you have on her teammate. someone decides to have a sleepover and amaya asks if you could come. the night becomes the best in your life.

————

you followed your team toward the court, still not fully processing how you got dragged into this. paige handed you the ball.

“you ready?” she asked, smiling as she took off her hoodie that she had put back on before everyone went downstairs, revealing that fitted tank underneath again.

you swallowed.

no.

not even a little.

but you nodded anyway. “yeah. let’s hoop.”

the concrete under your sneakers felt colder than you expected, and your palms were already sweaty—but not from the air. the speaker was still thumping low in the background, someone having queued up a mix of drake and old-school rihanna, giving the court a soft, cinematic vibe under the glowing backyard lights.

you stood at the top of the key, the ball in your hands, paige next to you stretching her arms overhead like this was just another day at practice. it probably was for her. but for you?

you were seconds away from blacking out.

“you’re fine,” paige said low, catching the nerves on your face. “just have fun with it.”

you gave a small nod, trying to steady your breathing.

“ball in!” dlayla called, tossing it to paige to check up.

first possession.

paige took it easy at first. she dribbled slowly up the court, calling out, “screen left,” to brooklyn, who giggled like it was the WNBA finals and then tried to set the laziest screen of all time.

you were running corner to corner, trying to just not be in the way.

“cut through!” paige called to you.

you did, a little stiffly, but when you got to the left side of the court, she passed it fast—a smooth bounce that landed perfectly in your hands.

“shoot it!”

you blinked. “what?!”

“shoot!”

you let it fly.

it hit backboard… and barely rolled in.

everyone started yelling. loud. like you’d just hit a buzzer beater.

“LET’S GO!” paige shouted, jogging toward you and tapping your hand like you were teammates in an actual league. “see? that’s one.”

you tried not to smile too hard but failed miserably.

“look at her,” amaya called from the other end. “blushing and scoring. gross.”

“you mad she never passed it to you like that?” brooklyn shot back.

“shut up and bring the ball in!”

the game kept going, and it wasn’t long before your body loosened up, your nerves turning into adrenaline. you didn’t do much—no crazy handles or lockdown defense—but you kept moving, stayed in position, and hit two more shots by pure miracle.

but what mattered most?

paige kept looking for you.

“you open again—corner!”

“cut through! i got you!”

“right here, quick!”

the fourth time she passed it to you, you didn’t even hesitate. just pulled up and shot.

swish.

and paige?

she lost her mind.

ran over to you, grabbed your arm and spun you slightly like you just hit game winner.

“nahhh, you tryna show out now,” she said, her grin wide, hair sticking to her forehead a little from how hard she’d been running.

you shrugged, trying to hide your smile. “guess i had a good teacher.”

she looked at you for a second too long.

“nah,” she said, voice lower. “guess you’re just kinda fire.”

before you could reply, maddie called out, “next bucket wins!”

the score was tied. 6-6.

kacie, who had finally rotated in for amaya, was guarding paige now. close. too close.

you watched as paige took the ball up, chewing her gum slowly, focused. kacie bumped her with her hip.

“i’m not lettin’ you win just to impress her,” she muttered loud enough for you to hear.

paige didn’t respond.

just dribbled once.

twice.

looked your way.

then launched a perfect lob toward the hoop—and you didn’t even think.

you jumped.

tipped it in.

game.

everyone started screaming.

“WHAT?!” brooklyn shouted. “noooo, y/n’s a hooper!”

kk fell to the ground dramatically. “i just got dunked on by love.”

paige laughed as she came over, her hand resting on your back as she leaned in and whispered,

“see? told you i was built for teaching.”

you didn’t even try to hide your smile this time.

“and i’m apparently built to show off.”

her smile twitched like she was trying not to bite her bottom lip. “yeah,” she said softly, her eyes locking on yours, “you are.”

you weren’t sure what was more intense—your heart rate or the fact that she was still looking at you like that, like there wasn’t a whole backyard full of people losing their minds around you.

“okay ballers, calm down!” kiki finally called over the chaos, her voice playful but trying to reel everyone in. “game two in ten minutes. water break before y’all pass out!”

people started trickling back toward the porch, grabbing water bottles, sliding off hoodies, catching their breath. the music was still low in the background, switching now to sza, giving everything this warm, late-night summer feel.

you and paige were still standing close.

until, of course—

“you just let her win,” kacie muttered, passing paige with her arms crossed, voice bitter and clipped.

paige barely glanced at her. “nah,” she said, cool and calm. “she just wanted it more.”

kacie scoffed under her breath and walked toward the house without another word.

you raised an eyebrow. “does she live to be dramatic?”

“probably,” paige replied. “she eats that up.”

you laughed, and it felt good to laugh—not nervous or anxious or awkward. just easy.

you took a step toward the porch, and paige followed right beside you. just as you reached the edge, she reached for your wrist gently, stopping you.

you turned back to her, a little surprised.

“you know,” she said, her voice low, “when i said i was gonna ace it by the end of the night… i wasn’t just talking about 2K.”

your mouth opened, but no words came out.

“but,” she continued with a small smirk, backing up slowly, “you can still grade me later.”

and with that, she turned toward the porch and walked up ahead—cool, casual, confident.

you just stood there, heart thumping, trying to process the way she flipped your whole night upside down with a single sentence.

and yeah,

you were definitely giving her an A.

you stood there for another beat, eyes trailing after paige as she disappeared onto the porch—like your body hadn’t caught up to the moment yet.

that last line?

you can still grade me later?

yeah, it was still echoing in your brain. loud.

“hello?” amaya’s voice suddenly cut through your mental spiral. “earth to thirsty cousin.”

you blinked and turned to see her walking toward you, sipping her water with a smug little grin.

“what?” you asked, trying not to smile.

she tilted her head. “you look like you just saw god. or… like you’re about to write her name on your notebook in cursive.”

you rolled your eyes, heat rushing up your neck. “shut up.”

“nah. you shut up. because I saw her pull you in like that. and I heard her little ‘grade me later’ line. you are so cooked.”

you shoved her gently as you finally followed her up the steps. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me. just like you love blonde sharpshooters with light eyes and confidence issues.”

you glared. “do you want to get hit?”

“don’t take your feelings out on me because you’re in love after one game of 2K.”

you didn’t even try to argue—because the worst part?

she wasn’t completely wrong.

-

inside the house, everyone had flopped back down in the basement. someone brought out nail polish, a few others grabbed snacks, and the vibe had shifted again—low and warm, the kind of atmosphere where people start sharing secrets and taking off their socks.

you walked back in and immediately scanned the room.

you didn’t have to look far.

paige was sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone… until she looked up and saw you.

she smiled. small, soft, just for you.

and just like that, you were in motion again—heart flipping, pulse picking up, feet carrying you toward her before you even decided to.

“hey,” you said, sliding down next to her on the couch.

she looked up from her screen, locking eyes with you. “so what’s my grade?”

you pretended to think for a second, lips pressed together.

then you leaned in a little, shoulder brushing hers again.

“solid A,” you whispered.

“only solid?” she teased, bumping your knee with hers.

“you’re right,” you said with a smile. “A+.”

she tilted her head slightly, eyes still on you, like she was memorizing the moment.

“good,” she said. “i don’t like failing.”

you exhaled, something fluttery and electric building in your chest as her gaze lingered.

and then she added, even softer, “you’re kinda dangerous, you know that?”

you raised a brow. “me?”

“yeah.”

pause.

“you got me trying too hard.”

you smiled. big. uncontrollably.

and when her hand brushed over yours for the second time that night—this time deliberately, slowly—you didn’t pull away. not even a little.

her fingers barely grazed yours at first—soft, casual, like she was testing the water.

but when you didn’t flinch or pull back, she intertwined them with yours. slow. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

your breath caught for a second, but you tried to play it cool, resting your joined hands between you on the couch. the tv was on, something random playing, and the rest of the girls were either painting their nails or arguing over what snacks to open next—but all of it faded. because all you could feel was her.

her thumb brushing over the back of your hand, the way her knee leaned just a little into yours, the way her silence was heavy but sweet.

you turned your head toward her, and she was already looking at you. again. like she couldn’t stop.

like she didn’t want to.

“you always hold hands with girls you teach how to hoop?” you asked, voice light, teasing.

she grinned, eyes narrowing just a bit. “nah. just the ones who talk shit and still shoot 3 for 3.”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “wasn’t talking shit. i was setting expectations.”

“and now i’m just tryna exceed all of ‘em,” she murmured, leaning in slightly.

your heart skipped.

“you’re on a roll, bueckers.”

“mm,” she smiled again, a little cockier this time. “i haven’t even started.”

you opened your mouth to respond—something smooth, something witty—but—

“we’re doing dares again,” kk called out, holding up a half-empty bag of chips. “but not the lame ones this time. i’m talking spicy.”

“nooo,” amaya groaned from her spot near the floor. “we barely survived the last round.”

kiki clapped. “exactly why we need round two.”

your eyes flicked to paige, and she was still looking at you with that exact same smile.

and you knew,

you were not making it through this next round untouched.

“alright, circle up!” kiki called out, already dragging one of the pillows into the middle of the floor like this was a scheduled event.

groans, laughter, and shuffling filled the basement as everyone slowly moved from their cozy corners and gathered.

even paige sighed like she was annoyed, but you could tell she was holding back a grin.

“don’t start something you can’t finish,” brooklyn warned kiki as she sat crisscrossed, stealing the bag of chips out of her hand.

“girl, i don’t get nervous,” kiki said, tossing a pack of gum in the center like it was a microphone.

“yet,” jaide muttered, already getting comfy beside dlayla.

paige gave your hand one last soft squeeze before letting go and standing up. she didn’t go far, though. just pulled you up with her and kept you close as the group formed a loose circle on the floor.

“truth or dare, but no skipping,” kk announced. “and no doing weak ass dares like ‘text your crush’ or ‘drink hot sauce.’ we grown.”

“are we?” tehmi asked, half-laughing.

“grown enough,” maddie replied, already spinning an empty water bottle in the center. it landed on amaya.

she groaned loud. “hell naw, how i go first?”

“fate,” paige said from beside you. “speak to her.”

“truth,” amaya grumbled, slumping back like she already regretted everything.

“ugh, boo,” jaide said, tossing a mini pillow at her.

kiki tapped her chin dramatically, then grinned. “what’s the most embarrassing thing your cousin ever did around a crush?”

you instantly straightened up. “be so for real right now.”

the group oohed in unison.

“don’t do me,” you added, eyes wide.

amaya smirked. “remember that one time we were at that skating rink and she tripped trying to show off and took out a whole line of people? yeah. i’ll never forget it.”

“i was thirteen.”

“but you were trying to get that girl’s number.”

“and she gave it to me, didn’t she?”

“only outta pity!”

everyone broke out laughing, including paige, who leaned her head back with a soft “damn” under her breath.

“okay next, please,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

the bottle spun again.

this time, it landed on paige.

the noise in the room dipped.

“oohhhh,” brooklyn sang. “the people’s champ.”

“truth or dare, bueckers?” maddie asked, grinning.

paige didn’t hesitate. “dare.”

immediate screams.

“oh she real real,” jaide said.

maddie looked at you. then back at paige.

and smiled like a villain.

“i dare you… to kiss the person you’ve been looking at all night.”

your stomach dropped.

and so did the noise in the room.

paige didn’t move for a second. didn’t blink.

just looked straight at you.

and then she shifted—calm, unbothered, like this wasn’t anything.

she leaned toward you, one hand resting on your knee. “you good with this?” she asked, low, gentle, just for you.

your breath caught in your throat.

but your nod was slow. certain.

she smiled.

then leaned in—

and kissed you.

soft.

steady.

not rushed, not overdone.

just enough to make your fingers curl into the edge of the carpet and your mind go quiet.

when she pulled back, she stayed close. her eyes flicked open first.

“still got that A+?”

you exhaled the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“extra credit.”

then—

a loud, exaggerated gag.

everyone’s head turned in sync, like it was choreographed.

and there she was.

kacie.

sitting at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, face twisted like she just watched someone eat glue.

“seriously?” she muttered, not even trying to hide it.

you blinked, still reeling from the kiss, heart racing but now laced with irritation.

“was that necessary?” paige asked flatly, not looking amused in the slightest.

“oh, come on,” kacie huffed, rolling her eyes. “we’re really doing this now? it’s giving fanfiction.”

you scoffed before you could stop yourself. “and you’re giving bitter ex energy.”

the room froze for half a second.

amaya dropped her drink.

dlayla’s mouth opened like she wanted to say “oooohhhh” but was too stunned.

kacie sat up straighter. “what did you just say?”

you stared at her, calmly now, the edge of your lip curling up.

“i said it’s giving bitter ex. you know, since you keep inserting yourself into every moment that has nothing to do with you.”

“i’m just calling it like i see it,” she snapped.

“no, you’re projecting,” you fired back. “loudly.”

paige had her arm draped behind you, and you felt her fingers brush your back gently. “you don’t have to do this,” she murmured, voice low.

but you didn’t even flinch.

you were over it. all of it.

“look,” you said, sitting up straighter. “i didn’t come here for drama. i came here for a sleepover, to vibe, to eat snacks, and yeah—maybe kiss a really fine girl who’s been looking at me all night. and if that bothers you…”

you shrugged.

“feel free to go home.”

kacie’s jaw clenched. she didn’t say anything.

paige glanced at her, then back at you with a smirk. “that was kinda hot.”

you smiled sweetly. “don’t gas me.”

“too late.”

amaya clapped dramatically. “alright, so… anyway! truth or dare is going crazy tonight.”

the rest of the group fell into laughter, a few people whispering “damn” under their breath, and slowly, the circle moved on. kacie stayed quiet, stewing in the corner.

but you?

you leaned back into paige’s side, her hand resting on your thigh now like it belonged there.

you didn’t need another dare.

you already won.

[empressdede]

The Secretary- 5

Chapter Five

Previous

The next morning, Serena felt like she had barely slept. Her conversation with her mom played over and over in her head, making it impossible to think about anything else.

She couldn’t keep running from this. She needed help.

And she knew exactly who to turn to.

After finishing up some emails, she made her way to the SmackDown locker room area, knocking lightly before pushing the door open. Naomi was inside, tying her boots, but as soon as she saw Serena, her eyes lit up with curiosity.

“Well, well, well,” Naomi said with a smirk. “Look who finally came to me.”

Serena sighed, closing the door behind her. “I need help.”

Naomi leaned back, arms crossing over her chest. “Lemme guess. This is about you-know-who?”

Serena groaned. “Yes.”

Naomi grinned like she had been waiting for this moment. “Oh, girl, this is about to be good. Spill.”

Serena took a deep breath, then sat down across from her. “I… I think I messed up.”

Naomi’s brow furrowed. “How?”

Serena hesitated. “I admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

Serena swallowed hard. “That I like him.”

Naomi’s expression shifted from amused to intrigued. “Wait. You told Roman?”

“No,” Serena said quickly. “I told my mom.”

Naomi’s face lit up. “Oooooh. So, it’s real real now.”

Serena groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “I know! And now, I don’t know what to do.”

Naomi scooted closer, her voice softer now. “Okay, first of all, breathe. Second, tell me—what do you want to do?”

Serena chewed on her bottom lip. “That’s the problem. I don’t know.” She met Naomi’s eyes, frustration clear in her voice. “Part of me wants to run in the opposite direction and pretend this never happened. But the other part?” She exhaled shakily. “The other part doesn’t want to ignore it anymore.”

Naomi nodded, considering her words. “And Roman? What’s he doing?”

Serena let out a short laugh. “Waiting. He’s not pushing, but he’s waiting for me to stop running.”

Naomi grinned. “Of course he is. That man ain’t gonna chase, but he also ain’t letting you go that easy.”

Serena rubbed her temples. “So, what do I do? How do I figure this out?”

Naomi studied her for a moment before leaning forward with a knowing smile. “You don’t gotta have all the answers right now. But I do think you need to talk to him.”

Serena tensed. “Naomi—”

“No, listen,” Naomi interrupted. “Not about feelings or relationships or any of that yet. Just talk. Lay everything out. Tell him your fears, tell him where you stand, and let him decide what happens next, too. ’Cause right now, you’re carrying all of this alone, and that ain’t fair.”

Serena let Naomi’s words settle in.

She had spent so much time trying to push this down, to control it, that she had never considered just… talking to Roman about it.

“I don’t know if I can,” she admitted quietly.

Naomi smiled knowingly. “Yeah, you can. And you will. Because whether you like it or not, you already know how this ends.”

Serena looked at her, heart pounding. Because deep down, she knew Naomi was right.

And that terrified her more than anything.

_

Naomi found Jimmy in the catering area, laughing with Jey over something on his phone. She slid into the seat beside her husband, giving him a knowing look.

Jimmy arched an eyebrow. “Oh no. I know that face. What you up to, baby?”

Jey looked between them, grinning. “Yeah, what kinda trouble we gettin’ into?”

Naomi smirked. “We’re finishing what y’all started.”

Jimmy blinked. “Huh?”

Naomi leaned in, keeping her voice low. “Serena came to me for help. She finally admitted she likes Roman, but she’s too scared to do anything about it.”

Jey’s face lit up. “Oh, we so got this.”

Jimmy chuckled. “Aight, what’s the plan?”

Naomi grinned. “We get them in a room alone. Lock the door. No interruptions. No excuses. They don’t come out until they get everything off their chest.”

Jimmy let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really want this to happen, huh?”

Naomi shrugged. “I just want them to stop running in circles. Roman’s waiting on her, and she’s too in her head to see that.”

Jey smirked. “So, you tryna trap them?”

Naomi winked. “Exactly.”

Jimmy and Jey exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison.

“We’re in.”

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Later that night, Naomi pulled Serena aside before SmackDown started. “Hey, girl, I need you to bring these papers to Roman’s locker room.”

Serena frowned, confused. “What papers?”

Naomi waved a hand. “Just some travel itinerary updates. He’s expecting them.”

Serena hesitated, that uneasy feeling creeping back in. She was getting major déjà vu. “Naomi…”

Naomi grabbed her shoulders. “Trust me. Just go.”

Serena sighed and took the folder. “Fine.”

She made her way to Roman’s locker room, knocking lightly before stepping inside.

Roman looked up from his seat, his expression shifting the second he saw her.

“Serena.”

She swallowed. “Hey. Naomi said you needed these?”

Roman frowned. “What? I didn’t—”

Before either of them could react, the door slammed shut behind her.

Serena whirled around just as she heard the unmistakable click of a lock.

“Hey!” She banged on the door. “Naomi!”

From the other side, Naomi’s muffled voice came through. “You two aren’t coming out until you talk!”

Serena’s stomach dropped. Oh, she did NOT—

She turned to Roman, who was now standing, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Of course they did this.”

Serena groaned, pacing. “I cannot believe this. I knew she was up to something.”

Roman watched her carefully. “And you still walked in.”

She stopped, glaring at him. “I was set up.”

He tilted his head. “Maybe. Or maybe this is exactly what needed to happen.”

Serena froze.

Roman took a slow step toward her. “We gonna keep pretending? Or are we finally gonna be honest?”

Serena felt her pulse spike. There was no escaping this. No distractions, no running.

It was just them now.

And there was nowhere left to hide.

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Step Two

Bodhi knows exactly how it happened. When it settled. 

For @empyreanevents' Bodhi Week, day 5: Window

Personal challenge checklist: ☑ don't mention Xaden ☑ Bodhi has a nice day

(cw for lots of talking about sex and specifically one explanation of how sex can look from an aegosexual perspective. 🖤🤍💜 please keep in mind that I'm drawing heavily on my experience, but there are many different ways to exist on the ace spectrum. this is a direct sequel to yesterday's Step One, which was inspired by look around, look inside by @theoppositequeens.)

Somehow Ridoc had slotted himself into my life and made it look easy. I was used to thinking of myself as the odd one out, tagging along to social events that my friends had been invited to. 

Ridoc sought me out. Invited me, specifically. And at first I worried that meant I would have to stick around watching him be the life of the party long after I might have ducked out if I were alone, but instead he noticed. He checked in with me. Sometimes he kissed me good night before I left, and sometimes he left with me. 

It was good, but it took some getting used to. 

Ridoc was forthright about most things. "I have a hard time keeping my inside thoughts on the inside," he described it. It meant he didn't shy away from saying what he was feeling, even when what he was feeling was —

"I'm so horny I can't think," he announced, and not for the first time, but for the first time I answered him before he could say he was going to go see if Tyvon or whoever was around.

"I can help with that," I offered. I'd been thinking about it a lot, about what it might feel like to offer, what I would do if he took me up on it. Ridoc had been good at listening so far. 

It was fucking terrifying to risk it, but whatever we had was working so far. Gods, sometimes the thought that someone could understand me made me want to hide, because I was sure that if I were understood then he'd see that there was something wrong with me, some disconnect between my brain and my body that couldn't be fixed. 

"You don't have to do that just for me," Ridoc answered, almost automatically. "I thought you weren't into sex."

"I'm not, not exactly. Not the way people think of it. But I'm not into planning revenge on Henrick, and yet I like helping you with it. Because it's you, I guess." Ridoc opened his mouth and closed it again, and his throat bobbed like he was swallowing whatever he'd started to say. 

Watching him not talk was surprisingly adorable. Whether he was listening or thinking, his forehead scrunched up and he sometimes chewed on his lip like he was pouting. Ridoc could be a lot more than people seemed to realize; he was all over the place a lot of the time, sure, but when he did focus he was intense, like suddenly instead of being all warm, comfortable shades of brown I could see the frost in his eyes where his signet came from. 

But I needed to not get distracted, because he was talking again. "Are you okay talking about sex more than we have?"

"Yes," I said, because I was learning it was always yes with him, "but I haven't put a lot of things into words before, so it might be slow. Or I might say something and then realize I'm wrong."

"Most people are bad at talking about sex." Ridoc slid over until he was next to me on the bed. "Even people who fuck all the time! There's so many assumptions, guys who think everybody's automatically into the same things they're into, or people who will just get in bed with somebody but never say what they like best or ask their partner what they should start with."

"I thought everyone else just knew," I admitted, but it didn't feel like a bad thing when I was saying it to Ridoc.

Ridoc laughed. "When people ask me for sex advice, I have two things I always tell them. One of them is that if you want to be good at something, you have to practice."

"I bet most of them like that advice."

"You'd be surprised! A lot of people want to be good at things right off the parapet. It's more fun to think of yourself as a natural sex savant who's just instinctively good in bed, rather than as someone who's taken specific instructions about what to do with their tongue."

"What's the other thing?"

"It goes along with the first one, actually. It's talk to your partner. And I give that advice because people don't do it. I know this because a lot of people are surprised when I do."

I nodded at that. "So, what, as soon as I brought up something sex-related, you want to talk about it?"

"If that's okay with you, yes, I want to talk about it. Because I meant it when I said I don't want you to feel like you're obligated to get me off. Sex isn't — well, at least it doesn't have to be transactional like that. So, let's go back a little bit. What's sex like for you? What have you done that you enjoyed?" Ridoc slid so close he could throw his legs over me and he was practically sitting in my lap. He laid his head on my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tighter against my chest. Like I was eight and he was my old sheep stuffie. "For me, it feels like sex is two different things that everybody else can do at the same time, and I can only do one or the other. I can focus on my partner or I can do the thinking that gets me off."

I felt Ridoc nod, his hair tickling my neck. "Can you tell me more about that?" When I glance down, I notice a bulge in his leathers. 

"Are you turned on by this?" I asked him, trying to twist my neck so I could see his face without making him move.

"Yeah, sexy talk is totally a turn-on for me." He huffed a laugh, his breath warm against my shirt. 

"Is this sexy? Or just about sex?" I was curious.

"Both. It's the same thing to me. And you are changing the subject."

"I didn't mean to," I told him, sighing. "Okay, so focusing on my partner is easy to understand, right? I'd just be touching you, using my fingers, maybe even my cock, but it's not about me getting turned on or staying turned on or whatever."

Ridoc nodded. "That part makes sense, yes."

"Actually getting off is much easier for me to do alone." It was hard to talk about it without the shame welling up about being selfish, or thoughtless, or rude. "I can't focus on a partner. It's like trying to control magic without grounding. I need to be… in my head, I guess. Like I'm watching through a window, like I need to focus on what I'm thinking and what I can feel."

I trailed off when I realized that Ridoc was watching me intently. A smile played on his mouth and there was hunger in his eyes that I didn't understand. "Do you know what that sounds like to me, Bodhi?"

"...Selfish?" Maybe if I said it first, it wouldn't sting as much when he agreed.

"No!" He shifted in my lap, pushing at my chest until I lay back on the bed and he was on top of me. Ridoc pushed his chest up so he could meet my eyes. "You don't sound selfish. You sound like a challenge."

I wanted to pull away, to leave the room, except it was my room and I didn't really want Ridoc to stop being on top of me. "A challenge to see if you can fix me?" I asked, still unsure what he meant.

"A challenge to learn what you like. What works for you. What if I said I wanted to learn to be what you need in all the ways, not just cuddling?" Ridoc was fully smirking now. "Would you like it if I kissed you?"

"Yes," I answered before I'd even finished processing the first part of the question, and Ridoc was on me like he was late to breakfast and I was the last sausage on the tray. There was that focus again, the absolute certainty that my mouth was the only thing in the world worth his attention right now.

And in that moment I believed him. I believed him when he said he wanted to learn me. I believed that I could be learned, not fixed.

If I let him, he would take me apart, not to put me back together, but purely to enjoy the picture I made as he did it.

I still wasn't sure it was possible, but I could tell Ridoc was sure. That, more than anything, made me willing to try.

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Hi! I really love your Disney Villains x reader content! Especially the "Scaredy Villain", "Time in the Spotlight", and the "No, I'm their favorite" one. Speaking of that, I remember Hades mentioned that he was one of the first to meet Y/N, which got me wondering, what were Y/N's first interactions with each of the villains like? 🤔

Once again, I love all of your works! And I can't wait to see you do more in the future at your own pace and time! 😊 💕

So I’ve actually gotten a couple asks about this, so decided to answer all of them with this! Since all the Villains meeting (Y/N) would take way too long to write in one post, I’ve decided to make this a series of one shots, so stay tuned!

I, of course have to start with Hades. (Since his introduction is my most fleshed out) but I’m slowly but surely getting all the Villains interactions in order! Hope you enjoy 💙

Meeting the Villains: Prt. 1

Hades

TW: panic attack

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It was (Y/N)s first day working at the Disney Parks, and they were on the verge of the panic attack of the century

The crying babies, excited children, sickly smell of sweat mixed with the food stands, multicolored rides, and the unrelenting heat all melted together to create the perfect sensory overload

They felt like they’re about to throw up. Or pass out. Or throw up and then pass out. Screw employee training, they needed to get out of here.

Near hyperventilation, (Y/N) quickly stumbled to the quietest location they could find, leading them to a skinny alleyway between two buildings. Immediately they got on the ground, putting their head between their legs and taking deep breaths

Slowly (Y/N) began to calm down, the relative silence of the alleyway a balm to their ears, and the nostalgic scent of cigar smoke really helped ground them— wait….

Lifting their head up to make a spare glance to their left made (Y/N) scramble onto their feet. There — hidden in the shadows of the alleyway was the lord of the dead himself, his most lugubriousness, Hades, smoking a lengthy cigar and staring down at (Y/N) with a sardonic grin.

(Y/N)’s heard about these “holograms” Disney released into their parks, hell, it’s all they’ve heard about since they’ve been hired. And sure, (Y/N)’s seen a couple characters from afar as their employment trainer toured them around the park. But to see an actual one up close? This was a first.

Hades looked so… real. The blue flames atop his head flickered into the air, fanned by the light breeze of the afternoon. His skin was chipped and pitted, a similar texture to granite. Even his chiton looked like something spun from the finest silks, his whole body too detailed to be a simple projection of light.

…..

“So are you just gonna stare at me like an idiot, or…?” Hades took a drag of his cigar, blowing the smoke in (Y/N)’s face, causing them to hack in response.

“ *cough*—Sorry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just—“

“Ya first time seeing one of us?” Hades interrupted, “yeah, I figured. And lemme guess, it’s your first day at the circus, huh? Don’t think you’ll last long if you abandon your post because your a little nervous~”

(Y/N) grimaced at Hades jab, retreating into this alleyway was supposed to be a brief respite. Their brain was too fried to think about the consequences of talking back to one of Disneys prized characters, the only thing (Y/N) felt looking up at Hades was indignation

“Oh please, I’m not the only one here who’s supposed to be somewhere else. And smoking??? At THE Disney parks??? It’s my first day, I’ll get off easy, but you? If we’re caught, I’m only gonna get chewed out once.”

A multitude of expressions passed over Hades face. Surprise, anger, disgust, amusement, before finally settling into one of forced resignation. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing he wasn’t the one in charge here. The fucking mouse was.

“Ohoho, I bet. I’m sure any consequence of yours will be dropped if you go off and tattle on me~” Hades seethed, finishing the cigar off in one drag as his flames sparked red.

(Y/N) huffed, going to lean against the wall again, “Are you kidding me? I’m not a narc.” They waved off the imaginary scenario, “I’m here the same reason you are, so why not make a deal. You like those don’t you? If you won’t say anything, I won’t either. Let’s just enjoy what little privacy we can in peace.”

Hades stood in silence for a bit, he didn’t want to sound stereotypical, but this newbie wasn’t like the other park employees he’s had to deal with.

Usually the park members would act one of three ways; either they’d cower in fear, submissive towards his biting remarks (his favorite), they’d fail to see his sentience and pass him off as a lifeless hologram (his least favorite), or act all high and mighty always admonishing anything he enjoys.

But to have someone talk back to him, but not follow the parks rules to a T? Well, Hades had to see where this went.

“Y’know what, kid? It’s a deal.”

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I can’t wait to share with you all what I have planned, I’m so excited!!! I also want to thank you all for your continued support of my work, I seriously didn’t expect so many people to like my silly writing, but here you are!!!

I see all of your asks and I promise I’m working on them! Just expect turnout rate to slow down with my college’s spring semester rolling around❤️

[princessseeun]

Secrets

🎵I ONLY WANNA BE WITH YOU - Tommy February6🎵

pairings: jihoon x m!reader

genre: fluff

You weren’t expecting the first note.

It was there, waiting on your desk like it had been meant for someone else. Small, yellow, slightly crumpled at the edges.

You looked really cool yesterday.

That was it.

You glanced around the classroom, your heartbeat awkwardly loud in your ears, but no one seemed to be paying attention to you. No lingering stares, no teasing friends. Just the usual buzz of students getting ready for homeroom.

Except maybe—Jihoon.

The boy who sat beside you. Quiet. Always early. Always scribbling something in his notebook before class started.

But when you looked at him, he was just… reading. Calm. Untouched by your little mystery.

So you let it go.

Until the next day.

Your handwriting is pretty.

You stared at the new sticky note like it was some kind of secret code meant only for you. Again, no one said anything. No one looked suspicious.

Except maybe—Jihoon. But he didn’t look at you. He was just chewing on his pen, lost in thought.

You didn’t ask. You didn’t tell anyone. You just… kept the note.

And then the next one came.

I like sitting next to you.

That’s when your chest started to ache a little.

You started replying. Quietly. Writing small notes back and sliding them under your desk, hoping the mysterious author would find them.

Who are you? Why me?

No answer. But the next day:

You’re easy to like.

You caught yourself smiling. You started to look forward to mornings. You started to feel a little less alone.

But the more the notes came, the more you wanted to know. You wanted to see the face behind the words. You wanted them to say it—to you—out loud.

You tried to guess.

Your friends? The class president? Some random prank?

But your gut kept circling back to Jihoon.

The boy who would quietly glance at your notes. Who would sometimes fidget when you read them. Who always seemed to pack his bag a little too slowly after class.

But you couldn’t ask. And he didn’t tell.

One day, you wrote:

Please tell me who you are. I think I might like you too.

And for the first time—there was no reply.

The next morning, your desk was empty.

No note. No sign.

Jihoon didn’t even look at you that day. He just sat quietly, hands folded tightly in his lap, as if something was trapped in his chest and he didn’t know how to let it out.

Your stomach twisted. Had you ruined it? Pushed too hard? Scared them away?

You went home with a weight in your throat you couldn’t swallow.

The next morning, you opened your locker—and something fluttered out.

A sticky note.

You recognized the handwriting instantly.

It’s me. Han Jihoon.

Your breath caught. You scanned the hallway, desperate to find him, but he wasn’t there.

You flipped the note over.

I’ve liked you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to say it out loud.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might break right through your ribs.

You rushed around school, searching every hallway, every classroom—until you found him.

Standing just outside the gym, back pressed against the wall, head lowered like he was bracing for the worst.

You walked straight up to him and slipped your own sticky note into his hand.

So, wanna go out with me?

Jihoon blinked, reading it over and over like it didn’t make sense.

Then slowly, he peeled the sticky note from his palm and pressed it against his chest like it was precious.

His voice was soft. Barely there.

“…Yes.”

And when he looked up, his smile—shy, trembling, relieved—was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

[ken-dom]

Alone Together

Sierra Six x gn!reader

2.4k words

∘₊✧ Summary: you take Six to the carnival for your first date, hoping he’ll relax a little

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this was written for @heresthestorymorningglory’s birthday! Thanks for being my best goose, I hope you have an excellent day when it eventually rolls around 💖 (we were too excited to wait to post our birthday fics). It was SO hard writing Six without sending it to her to check it was Sixy enough!! If you haven’t read her Six, thoroughly recommend.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: fluff, first date, kissing, mild peril?!, mention of clowns

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Six’s arm is secure around your shoulders, almost swallowing you up in his embrace as he keeps you close.

And keeps you safe, of course. Even during his rare downtime, Six was on high alert. You’d never seen someone play a ring toss challenge with such laser focussed eyes and tensed shoulders before, but he got every single one, winning you a red love heart shaped balloon that bobbed along above you as you strolled through the fairground.

It was cute of him to choose the balloon over an annoyingly large stuffed toy, but you know it was partly (mostly) so that if he lost sight of you, you’d be easier to locate in the crowd should anything go wrong. But, really, what did it matter? You’d never felt safer than when you were with him, and your first date is shaping up to be just about perfect; except that you haven’t stopped to eat yet.

The aromas of deep fried doughnuts and roasting onions make your mouth water as you move through the fair, and you fully intend to drag him off for a hot dog or fries when you see a ring the bell game and stop in your tracks, considering it.

Six looks down, seeing your eyes light up, and smiles. But he feels you sigh as you glance at the arm around your shoulders and look back in the direction of the food stalls, forgetting it.

‘Hey, let’s have a go?’ he encourages, lightly squeezing his arm around you.

You huff, amused. ‘Are you kidding?’

‘No.’

‘Nah, it’s huge. And you’re huge!’ You squeeze his bicep. ‘Far too easy, and where’s the fun in that for either of us?’

Six takes a deep, even breath, slowly sliding his arm from around your shoulders as he thinks on it. ‘How about we make it interesting?’

You raise an eyebrow in his direction and he remains apparently unfazed, with both his hands free he pops a Skittle or two into his mouth, chewing leisurely. There’s no urgency in him at all and you realise he’s started to relax. Just a little.

‘If you ring the bell before I do, you choose what we do for the rest of the night.’

‘I fully planned to do that anyway,’ you smirk playfully.

‘Even the haunted house,’ he offers with a tilt of his head, as though it’s a very attractive deal.

‘Oh? Scared?’ 

‘Terrified,’ he quips, tossing another Skittle onto his tongue and sucking for a second before giving in and crunching the sugary shell.

‘Whatever, you just want to show off,’ you wink.

Six grunts, shoving the candy bag back into his pocket, and confidently strides over to swap a five dollar bill for the mallet, assuming the position.

He swings the mallet down to the base with such force that you’re sure will send the little red puck right up to the top of the ten foot pole and send a triumphant ring through the fairground.

But, somehow, he misses. Spectacularly. 

The second time, the mallet conveniently – and comically – slips out of his hand before he swings it, and falls to the ground behind him.

He tilts his head in defeat, a wry smile pulling at his lips.

You glare back, annoyed that he’s doing this to let you win. There’s no way Six, with all his precision and skill can’t manage to wield a simple carnival mallet.

The third time he brings the mallet down, the puck shoots up to just an inch below the bell and drops back to the bottom again without a win. There’s that precision.

With sparkling eyes, he catches your gaze and mutters, ‘Too distracted, I guess. Your turn.’

You narrowed your eyes at him as he leant against the side of the nearest trailer, folding his arms over his chest and trying to appear casual.

You grip the mallet, squeezing your fingers around the handle to brace yourself, and bring it down hard. The little puck shoots up, and you don’t reach the bell, but you’re so close you could kick yourself.

With much less effort this time, you do it, and the bell rings loud and proud through the chatter and music, and you were offered a range of ridiculously large stuffed animals to choose from and take away with you.

Six stayed propped against the trailer, smirking again but blatantly this time, as you picked out a huge panther plushie.

‘That one. Reminds me of him,’ you smile, throwing it immediately over to Six. 

He catches it easily. It looks so much smaller in his hands and you laugh at the frown he reveals as he lowers it.

‘That thing’s yours now. You’ll need to name him.’

‘No thank you,’ Six retorted, holding it back out toward you.

‘I rang the bell, I make the decisions, remember?’

Six’s jaw clenched as he stared at you.

‘Fine. Bruce,’ he eventually grunts, reluctantly sliding the thing under one arm as you slide your arm into the other.

‘You let me win, Six. You’re not getting away with it that easy.’

‘You didn’t want to win?’ he smarms.

‘Of course I did. I just didn’t want you to pretend to lose for my benefit.’

Six sighs resignedly. ‘Hungry?’ he suggests, hoping you can forget about the stupid ring the bell game over a bag of sugary doughnuts together, but an idea lights up in your eyes and you drag him away in the opposite direction.

You pass the stunt cage and watch a peroxide blonde mount a motorcycle, making a mental note to return to here later and catch the next show. But for now, you had other ideas.

‘You mentioned the haunted house?’

Six’s brow furrows again.

‘Oh, impatient are we? I apparently had to win a biassed game to get what I wanted, so I’ll take it at my leisure, thank you.’

Six rolls his eyes and drops back in defeat, leaving you free to stop off at the sweet stall for a big cloud of blue cotton candy on the way.

He watches you as you excitedly point to what you want, still clutching your balloon as he clutches Bruce. He’s in awe at the way you move, the way you laugh with the vendor as though you’ve known her your entire life, the glee on your face as you return to him with the ball of pure sugar.

You reach up to pop a handful into his mouth, fingertips brushing briefly against his bottom lip. He almost lets out a hum at how your gentle touch tingled, but manages to stop it before it erupts.

‘How’s it taste?’ you ask innocently, tearing off a chunk of blue for yourself.

Six blinks away, inclined to answer with something like Not as good as I bet you do, but worried it would be too much. So he stayed silent as you shared the rest of the floss with him.

‘Will that keep you going?’ you ask teasingly, not waiting for an answer. ‘Haunted house next!’

You grab his hand to pull him toward the attraction, your knees weakening slightly as you feel how big it is against yours. You’ve noticed the size of his hands before; big, warm looking palms and long, surprisingly elegant fingers.

‘I’ve never actually been in one,’ you admit excitedly as you stop by the little ticket office to admire it in all its stereotypical horror film beauty. ‘But I’ve always wanted to. I love a bit of a spook!’

Six takes care of the tickets and follows your lead. You step inside and drop his hand as you venture first. A skeleton pops out to wave and you laugh, but then there's a second, unexpected skeleton, and you jump, grabbing his hand again.

Six’s cheeks turn hot at how you find safety in him, but you can’t see the blush colouring his cheeks in the gloom of the spooky corridors. He’s thankful for that.

You move closer when the winding path through the house grows darker, sickly smelling smoke making it hard to see very far ahead of you, and eventually you’re so close to Six that his breathing catches in his throat.

The haunted house doesn’t phase him one bit; he predicts almost every movement before it occurs and has absolutely no fear of the dead and creepy; it’s an occupational hazard that he’s much more concerned with the living and creepy. But having you cling to his arm feels nice somehow. It makes him feel safe and wanted, which is new, and surprisingly pleasant. He doesn’t want you to let go and hopes there's a while before this comes to an end.

A group of ghosts sweeps past and you giggle, but the bizarre gust of wind that accompanies them chills you to the bone. Before you can quite recover, a clown appears right in your path, and you jump enough for Six to automatically pull you closer. Feeling you tremble with the after effects of your surprise, he quickly seeks out a particularly dark, undisturbed corner and tugs you toward it, setting you in front of him so you’re facing away from whatever else is going on in the haunted house for a moment.

‘Hey, you doing ok?’ He sounds lighthearted, but you can tell he’s forcing it, concern lacing his tone.

‘Yeah! Yeah, it’s fun, it’s just…’ you trail off.

‘A little jumpy,’ he nods, as though he agrees, but you know he isn’t phased.

As your eyes adjust in the darkness, they find his piercing blue gaze intense on yours and your heart races a little faster.

‘Need a break?’ he whispers huskily..

You can only nod. The thrill of being scared out of your wits is all part of the fun for you, but being so close to Six after the adrenaline rush, alone together in the dark, renders you speechless. You’ve been drawing closer by the second and now you’re mere inches from his face, can feel his warm breath on your cheek, smell his peppery cologne. Bruce nudges you in the chest and six drops him.

You can’t recall how it started, you just know that your lips were trembling one moment, and pressed to Six’s the next. His muscular arms snake around your waist as his strong hands glide up your back, pulling you flush to his chest and finally letting out that hum he tried to suppress when your finger grazed his bottom lip earlier. It vibrates against you and you think this might be as close to reckless abandon as Six might get and smile against his mouth.

You feel his tongue, hot and wet, trace the join of your lips and you instantly part them, eagerly inviting his tongue to slide against yours. It’s languid and needy, and the taste of the cotton candy you’d shared hits you first. It tastes different on his tongue than yours — more blue somehow — and then the artificial sugary fruit of the Skittles he’d been periodically chewing on all night follows. It’s sickly sweet, but so him you can’t help but find it delicious.

The groans and cackles and clanks of the haunted house fade into nothingness behind you, and it’s just him. Just Six, and you, hidden away. Secure and yet adventurous, safe and exciting. Your grip on the balloon he’d won you loosens and it floats up to the ceiling, somewhere in the dark, ready to be discovered when the carnival moves on.

He shifts a little, suddenly impatient, and deepens the kiss with a quiet moan that sends butterflies soaring in your stomach, and when the fingers tenderly rubbing at the nape of your neck slide up into your hair and scrape against your scalp you all but swoon, thankful he has you pinned against his chiselled frame within those thick arms to keep you upright.

The kiss slows to a stop, and Six pulls back for breath, sighing almost dreamily. He’s smiling at you, but it’s not playful or jokey this time. It’s warm and soft, and unlike any expression you’ve seen on his features before.

‘Better?’ he breathes, already fumbling in his pocket to retrieve yet another Skittle and drop it into his mouth.

‘Much,’ you smile back.

He drops his gaze, coy, and nods. ‘I’m excellent at distraction techniques.’ And with that, his mischievous sparkle is back. ‘Now can we please get some food? Skittles will only sustain me for a few days.’

You roll your eyes spiritedly, and one corner of his mouth twitches, pleased he’s calmed you enough to be mock-exasperated with him.

Six holds an elbow up as an offer for you to tuck yourself under his arm again, and you accept, pulling his forearm up gently to cover your eyes. As cute as the ghosts and skeletons had been, that final clown jump scare just about finished you off.

After collecting discarded Bruce, he carefully guides you back out into the bustle and bright lights of the fair, the familiar melodies of carnival music and the sizzle of the nearby hot dog stall flooding your senses again, and you pull his arm away from your eyes.

‘Thank you,’ you mouth, reaching up to stroke his cheek with a tender caress.

His eyes slide shut and he leans into your touch for just a moment, but he’s quick to snap his gaze back to his surroundings again. Force of habit, you supposed.

You drop your hand and look around too, getting your bearings. ‘So what can I get you? My treat.’ 

His gaze is already trained on the doughnut stand before you finish the sentence. Laughing, you nod and head over without waiting for his confirmation, bringing him back a bag of four deliciously golden doughnuts dusted in thick sugar.

Six eyes you suspiciously as you hand over the little paper bag. ‘I didn’t give you my order.’

‘Didn’t need to; I saw you eyeing them. To be honest, even if I didn’t, I could’ve guessed.’

Six, paused with a doughnut half way to his mouth, raises a questioning eyebrow at you. 

‘Six. Come on. You taste like sugar.’

Six blushes deeply. He’d never considered how he might taste. He felt exposed, but in a good way? He wasn’t sure how to explain it. You see it this time, and smile inwardly.

‘What, you want my fries instead?’

‘No, no, I’m good,’ he protests, taking a bite big enough to tear the first doughnut clean in half and mumbling through a full, sugary mouth, ‘thank you.’

[idanceuntilidie]

I get so hugry when you say you love me.

yandere male x gn reader.

Tw: Yandere behaviours| Mentions of kidnapping| Cannibalism| Slightly suggestive at only one point.

Requests open

It took me longer to write than I thought it would honestly and it’s not even that long. Sorry for that.

Now if you excuse me Im gonna eat a bowl of cereal and yes that is my dinner.

Turns out there is not many things you can do without your limbs.

Your eyes wandered lazily around the bright pink ceiling, you were hungry and bored. You don’t remember how many days Gummy kept you in his house.

No internet, no tv, music was allowed only on CDs or cassettes but you would only be able to listen to it when he was in the room with you. The room itself was, heavily decorated.

Very scene, very cool, you would appreciate it more if you didn’t spend most of your time laying down and being held against your will. Surround by pillows and plushies, on a huge ass bed.

Gummy took care of you. He made sure you were dressed up so nicely. He liked to talk about how when he was younger he had so many dolls and he could dress them up.Then he would look into your eyes and smile, you saw the same crazed look every time, then he would say that you are like a doll now. So pretty and his. It was easy to guess that he would do little fashion shows with you. From dresses to suits. He bought them just for you. Right now you wore very loose clothing that you are sure was his, you could tell by the smile and how… excited he got.

He rarely went out of the house. He fears that somehow you would leave him.

How the fuck would you even do that? Your legs and arms were chopped off. The worst part is that sometimes you still can feel them, sometimes it’s quick, other time you feel the burning sensation which makes you cry out.

So Gummy made sure not to leave the house all that much, when he trusts you more maybe, just maybe he will.

Groceries were kind of hard to get.

Your diet mainly consisted of fruits, vegetables. After some time you might get sick of those. The taste would get bland and well it made you sometimes want to throw up.

Currently you were waiting for the dinner, by waiting you mean you were laying on your back because moving without limbs was actually really hard for you. He promised that today he would prepare something great.

You hoped that maybe today he would give you an actual dinner.

And he did, it looked too good to be true.

“Hi sunshine! Sorry for taking so long I wanted your first proper dinner to be perfect!”

You heard him giggle.

He helped you sit up and you looked over his shoulder to see such a beautiful food behind him. Finally no more fruits. He hummed as he went to bring up the plate.

It smelled so good, you were a bit taken back since you didn’t know he would be able to cook anything else than water.

He began to feed you, it still was in fact so embarrassing every single time.

You chewed slowly, looking away from him. He laughed happily when he saw you enjoyed his cooking. It didn’t take you long to finish, Gummy put the plate away and basically pounced on you. You shrieked when he playfully licked your lips saying how good you taste like.

“I just ate that means you are just tasting your own fucking cooking!”

“Yea I know”

You tried to bite him, it only made him chuckle and grab your face.

“You taste amazing, my point still stands, and your meat was so easy to prepare you would have never guessed.”

“What the fuck do you mean ‘my meat’?”

He let go of your face. He smiled eerily while he tapped the nub of your arm.

“The rest is for me, I will have a part of you inside me! Isn’t that romantic?”

Your stomach squeezed painfully, eyes widening. Did he.. Oh God. You felt the vomit it your mouth, Gummy laughed as he pinched your nose and covered your mouth.

“You better swallow and not waste my cooking.”

You didn’t want to, eyes blurring due to lack of oxygen. You didn’t want to, but when your eyes locked with his, hot tears streaming down your face, he just smiled.

[wings-of-ink]

For the first time, MC prepared dinner and RO(or fathers) became the first taster. When they look at the food, it looks incredibly appetizing, but as soon as they bite, it resembles charcoal and vinegar. At the same time, MC stands next to them all innocent and excited.

Who will tell the truth and who will lie? (if RO chose to lie, MC says they will cook for them every day)

Oh my goodness, I love this. Very likely to happen as well, lol (in the sense that it's a pretty realistic scenario, especially for a cook MC).

Papa (Dov): Truth - *has a decent poker face* Chews slowly, trying to avoid his tongue, but he'd manage to get it down. He'd try to find something that was still good about it - texture, level of salt, pairing between certain foods and tell MC that. But he would very gently say there may be a couple things they could improve on, and would ask MC to show him what they did.

Da (Kip): Reluctant Truth - *instant struggle* He is trying so hard to appear okay. Seeing MC's excited face makes him want to lie so badly. He doesn't want to break their heart. He gives up chewing and just swallows it. He'll compliment the looks for the dish, but confess that there is something not quite right. He'll suggest that an ingredient may have been bad before assuming MC did anything wrong.

Oswin: Lie first Truth later - He's eaten some pretty poor cooking before, so he'd be able to keep his expression pretty neutral. He knows how hard MC has been working on this and he can't stand to make them feel bad at all. The truth will come out later, you can count on it, but in the moment he touts amazement that this is MC's first dinner for him. After MC states that this will continue, he'll ask to join them - trying to be innocent and subtly try to make the food better. And then sitcom-like shenanigans will occur until he's outed himself.

Zahn: Lie (sort of) - One of their super powers is eating anything. This will not phase them - they've probably literally eaten straight up charcoal before. And Vinegar? That's just tangy water. It's fine. They are just happy to have food and a loving MC who cooks for them.

Duri: Truth (unavoidable) - They have a delicate palate and that bite is coming right back out regardless if they want to try to keep it in or not. They are going to apologize a lot.

Rune: Truth - They delicately spit out the bite they took and eye MC with a plea for forgiveness. Being blunt usually is easy for them, but not with MC, not when they have such hope in their eyes. They can't lie to MC even more, they respect them too much.

???: Truth (accidental) - Chokes and then laughs (and chokes more). He asks if this is revenge for that offensive quip he made in front of MC's parents the other day...realizes belatedly that this was not a joke. He feels so bad. Soooo bad.

Overall, I guess they're going to be pretty honest. I thought at first Duri might Lie, because they do not like any sort of confrontation, but they are such a picky eater that it just wouldn't happen.

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ^_^

[stupidsketchpad]

hey guys. im here to rant about how 2econd 2ight 2eer (second sight seer) by will wood is secret life bigb's song because god its eerie how similar the song lyrics are to his character. AHEM (also spoilers for secret life)

My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues

ok. this is a really good start lol. basically bigb's task don't mean much when he does weird shit anyway for fun and, quote from grian, "writes his own tasks"

Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth

he's saying stuff that litterally makes no sense. even after his task is done he wont tell anyone (confession booth is kinda like people asking about your task after it's done. your confessing your task to someone)

Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault

i got nothing man

The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to

THIS LINE AHSHDHSHAH. THE SECRET KEEPER GIVES HIM THE TASKS CAUSE HE HAS TO BUT HE WANTS TO DO THEM ANYWAY ANDDDD MAKE THEM AS CONFUSING AS POSSIBLE. SECRET KEEPER COUNTS AS THE DEVIL HERE

I'm cut from a different kind of meat

More than you can chew, hard to swallow me

"what the hell are you doing??" is a common question he gets asked. hard to swallow. y'know

Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity

How I cannot commit to reality, when my third eye's open and I like what I see

he's doing shit for the sake of doing shit.

Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free

AAAAA THIS LINE TOOO!!! ok so he didn't just randomly start lying in secret life. it was weird before that too! i cant speak for double but LIMITED LIFE he was also confusing people about being the boogeyman. basically that one meme with the "guy weird about everything but its drowned out by how weird about everything the other people are"

I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat

But I still move my feet

To slip out of this groove, I'm free

dont got much here but i think this is just him having fun, yknow

Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls

And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah

"but a dream" is the games. there are three rows in the line. lose your lives to get the game over with.

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

once again, this wasnt the first time he was being weird!!!

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I'm only passing through

say weird shit, refuse to elaborate, leave.

Oh, oh, o-o-oh

If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see

You'd look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream

And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep

But I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front

evo, anyone? anyway this man knows about watchers and doesnt care. he knows! he just doesn't give that any meaning.

Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than

An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal

red lives and how bigb doesn't have the same bloodlust as they do. this guy doesn't kill much, he's like the most passive on the server. /srs

But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever and I'm getting better one forever at a time

how many people guessed any of bigb's tasks? that's right, zero! (if i remember correctly.) he's getting better at the games (btw the games being referred to as "forevers" is just ahshahdghs)

And if sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die

not much here

Vice-versa, vice versus virtue

Well who I am I choose through all the things I do

AAAAAAAA HE CHOOSES HOW HE IS PERCEIVED BY THE OTHERS BY SAYING HIS STUFF YA GET WHAT IM SAYING

And if it rhymes, it's true, but I hate poetry

contradicting himself. easy peasy analysis here folks.

Now with my moral compass pointing south, I'm going down

With no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality

could say this is going red! but also. "going down?" LIKE A HOLE? HE MADE A HOLE?????

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I'm only passing through

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe

There wasn't much to find

I'm just a psycho, babe

Come and go out my mind

same stuff

A tourist passing through

Well that was fun, goodbye

he died. but hey, he had fun!

anyways thats all thank you for listening to me ramble about songs and minecraft i WILL do this again. sorry if this is incoherent i wrote it at 10:00 pm.

psst... moot... @bigb-enthusiast... would you like this?

[meetmyothersouls]

Could you write an imagine for Jonah where you’re at a party and you and him brought separate dates, and maybe you play truth or dare or like some kind of kinky card game and somehow you and Jonah kiss or something?

Enjoy!

Truth or Dare

Warnings: frat party, drinking

You drown out the sounds of laughter from the den in what you imagine is the filthiest frat house you’ve ever been in. You finish off the last of your Sprite as you look at the obnoxious pictures of frat boys. There’s footsteps behind you. You cringe, but pretend not to hear them. You hoped you lost your date, Paul, when you ditched him at the spin the bottle game one of the girls with giant tits suggested.

Before you have a chance to hide behind the sofa, you feel him tap on your shoulder. You sigh, accepting your fate, you just hope he doesn’t try to kiss you again. You turn, and when your eyes slide up to meet his, you have almost stumble backward. It’s not Paul, but somehow it’s worse.

It’s Jonah. The guy you’ve had an embarrassing crush on since high school. You secretly hoped coming to a college completely across the country, you could start over new where no one knew you. But of course, you couldn’t get off that easy. And it had to be Jonah.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Jonah says, a hint of a smile on his face and in his voice.

“I keep saying that about you too.” You expect him to casually finish the conversation and leave. But he sits down. “You’re not playing spin the bottle?”

“Never cared for that one, really. Why aren’t you out there?”

“All those people are disgusting,” you blurt out. Jonah practically chokes on the drink he’s trying to swallow. You smile. You made him laugh.

“What even Paul?”

“Especially Paul.” You’re both silent for a moment. You focus on the sound of Jonah’s ring tapping against the beer bottle he’s holding. “Didn’t you come here with uh…” you snap, trying to get the name to come to you.

“Emily,” Jonah finishes for you.

“Ah, yes. Emily.”

Jonah points to the ceiling and as if on queue, a repetitive thumping and moaning sound sounds from above.

“Oh. That’s fucked up.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t like her much anyway,” he makes eye contact with you and your stomach flips. You have to look down at your knees. You chew the inside of your cheek. Anything to keep yourself grounded.

“We could play our own game,” Jonah says.

You swallow hard. “Spin the bottle?”

“No. No. Something more a long the lines of….truth or dare.”

You want to run away. This cannot be happening. But you can’t say no. There’s no way you can turn down this opportunity.

“Okay.”

“You first,” Jonah says, he’s turned on the sofas now, facing you.

“Okay,” your breath shakes. “Truth or dare.”

Jonah breathes deeply then out. “Truth.”

“Why’d you bring Emily as your date?” You ask, shocked the question came out so easily.

“She made me. She wanted me to bring her as my date so that she could make her ex jealous. And…I guess it worked.”

You nod. Satisfied with his answer.

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” you say, before you can talk yourself out of it.

“Oooh.” He taps his finger tips together and looks around the room. “I dare you, to sit right here.” Jonah taps the seat right next to him.

“I’m already sitting on the sofa,” you say confused.

“Yeah, but I want you closer.”

You wonder if he can hear your heart beating. He must be able to, you can feel it in your ears, in your finger tips. You scoot over, until you’re sitting so close to him your thighs touch. You swallow hard and turn to face him. He’s even hotter up close. “Your turn,” he says. You can feel his breath dance across your face.

“Uhm, truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

You let out a shaky breath. And Jonah’s thumb grazes your fingers. You almost apologize and move it away, but you force yourself to keep it there. He swipes his thumb over your fingers in a purposeful, repetitive motion, as if to make it clear the gesture is not an accident. He’s wanted to to touch you. You’re so distracted by him you can’t think of anything to ask him.

“Uhm, I-I can’t think of-”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n. I think about you every day. Every night.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his. You can’t believe he’s saying these words to you. How many nights you’ve spent thinking about him just to know he’s been thinking about you. How many fake scenarios you’ve made up in your head between the two do you.

“Truth or dare,” you ask him, even though it’s his turn.

“Dare,” if he cares he doesn’t show it.

“Kiss me.”

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