#truth or dare

[ahfrickenfrick]

dick: truth or dare

damian: i do not want to play your mindless games, richard.

dick: come on dami, you want tim to beat you?

damian: i was not aware that this game had a point system… get prepared to forfeit out of embarrassment, drake

tim: whatever baby bat, answer his question truth or dare?

damian: *tt* truth, as i have nothing to hide

dick: why do you call tim by his last name and the rest of us by our first? i thought you two have gotten better?

damian: dare

dick: i dare you to answer the question

tim: i also would like to know

damian: *mumbles something*

dick: what was that??

tim: speak up gremlin

damiam: *begrudgingly* drake means dragon, and that is really cool

[lilium-dragomir]

[reunitedinterlude]

summer phantasy: the album

tracks 5-8 (x)

[selenezq]

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I've been working on writing some of my favorite tropes, and so I present this classic with a more adult spin.

Alastor x reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: drinking, smut, semi public fooling around, penetration, fingering, truth or dare trope

Edited by the wonderfully talented @the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

Truth or Dare

It had been a successful day for the hotel; there were no attacks, no bickering, and everyone—including Alastor—is in a splendid mood. He is three glasses of rye deep, a rare and unusual occurrence that has you drinking some yourself. Bringing your glass to your lips, you let the amber liquid coat your tongue, tasting the bitter drink before swallowing it down. 

Charlie had suggested one of her team building exercises so after everyone had consumed a few celebratory drinks, it was suggested that to ‘bond’ everyone play truth or dare. She is currently vibrating excitedly next to Vaggie on the floor. You are sitting in a chair across from the couch Angel Dust reclines on, his long legs sprawled across the sofa comfortably. At the bar sits Husk, who hadn't even bothered with a glass and is nursing what remains of the bottle. 

"Let's start with you toots: truth or dare?" Angel Dust asks you with a salacious eyebrow waggle. 

"I'll choose truth." You say, not wanting to even know what the spider demon would make you do for a dare. 

"Do ya have a crush on anyone in this room?" Angel shamelessly asks you, sending a pleased-with-himself smirk your way. 

You were instantly filled with regret for agreeing to play this silly game as you bashfully admitted, "Yes." You fail to notice the way Alastor's ears perked up, eager to hear what you had to say. 

"Ooh who is it; who is it?" Angel asks eagerly. Alastor tries his best to remain neutral, and not give away how desperate he was to know your answer. He grips his drink tighter in his hand. 

"Ah, that's technically two questions." You interject, unwilling to divulge that information. "I get to ask someone now." You say, relieved to change the subject. Angel slumps a little, deflated. 

"Husk, truth or dare?" You ask sweetly, shooting him a pleading look that he ignores. 

"I ain't playin’ that stupid game." Husk replies gruffly, going behind the bar and shuffling alcohol bottles around in an attempt to look busy. 

Opting not to take Husk's unwillingness to heart, you try again. "What about you, Charlie? Truth or dare?" You ask the princess with a smile. 

"Ooh, truth." She says with a colossal amount of enthusiasm. Vaggie, seated on the floor next to her, shooting Charlie a supportive smile. 

Pausing momentarily to think of a good question, you open your pretty mouth and inquire, "Who is your favorite person at the hotel?" You shift back against the couch as you wait for her answer. 

"Oh gosh, I have so much love in my heart for each and every one of you, I couldn't possibly begin to pick a favourite." Charlie answers diplomatically, flashing everyone in the room a genuine smile. "So it's my turn to ask someone?" Charlie asks no one in particular. 

"Yes, that's right babe." Vaggie answers her with a lovesick grin. 

"Okay, Angel truth or dare?" Charlie says to the porn star excitedly. 

"Oh definitely a dare." Angel Dust responds with an obscene tone to his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

"I dare you, to tell me a secret you want to tell me." Charlie declares guilelessly. 

"What the hell kind of dare is th—" a glare from Vaggie has Angel trailing off, unwilling to continue his train of thought. Clearing his throat he begins to answer honestly, "One time I took three centaur dicks up the ass at the same time." A chorus of groans is heard around the room at his statement. "That's that triple penetration act—" unable to finish as he's interrupted by Vaggie.

"Alright, it's your turn to ask someone else now." She says in a no nonsense voice. 

"Ah fine, ya lot are no fun anyways. What about you, Smiles? Ya playin’?" Angel asks Alastor. 

"I suppose I could indulge you all by joining this frivolous activity." Alastor remarks with a self-satisfied tone to his radio-filtered voice. 

Gleefully Angel asks him, "Truth or Dare?" 

"For the entertainment value, I will pick the dare." The Radio Demon responds, bringing his glass of rye to his lips. With a large gulp, he finishes what was left in his drink. 

"I dare you come over here and kiss her." Angel declares with a delighted smirk as he points his finger at the chair you are seated on, at you. You let out a surprised ‘Oh,’ as you felt a blush creep its way up your neck and blossom across your face.

Alastor wants to gnash his teeth, but keeps his usual smile in place. That imbecilic, crude, meddling spider and his idiotic dare. It’s too late to back down now. He has to follow through with it, or look weak. He makes his way over to you, where you are seated in the aforementioned chair, watching him with wide, innocent eyes, your lovely features arranged in a surprised smile that you beam up at him as he leans over you. 

"This is something I've been meaning to do anyway, my dear." Alastor says smugly before leaning close enough to you that his hot breath fans across your face. You look up at him, that pretty blush still spreading across your cheeks. "Close your eyes." The command falls from his lips, leaving no room for you to disobey. 

Once your eyes are closed, he leans closer. You feel his hot breath caressing your face, then the sensation of his lips on yours. They move in tune with Alastor's growing desire. It's deep and demanding. There's a sense of urgency to it, as if he is running out of time and he has yet to get his fill of you. He needs to kiss you. He needs to touch you everywhere, needs to hear all those little sounds he just knows you would make. 

Breaking the kiss off before it can become any more heated, Alastor pulls back, seemingly unaffected, his usual smirk in its rightful place. The only sign he was affected in any way is the rise and fall of his chest as he pants slightly. You can also see the faint outline of a massive, hardened, cock in his pants when you flutter your eyes open. Alastor looks down at you, his growing smile sending shivers throughout your body. You feel carnal pleasure in knowing you have pleased him somehow. Returning to his seat as if nothing has happened, he crosses his legs, willing the tent in his pants to go away. 

The room falls into a shocked hush as the ringing in your ears starts. All of their chattering voices blend together and you know you need a moment to cool down. Walking on autopilot to the door, you exit, ignoring anything anyone might be saying to you. 

Not really knowing where to go or what to do, you try to take some deep breaths and let your feet guide you where they will. You end up in the dining room, gathering plates, flatware, and glasses from dinner, then make your way to the kitchen, where you put them in the sink, one at a time, as you let your mind drift elsewhere. When you’re done, you stand there for a moment, hands empty, and don’t even notice as Alastor slips into the room behind you.

Stealthily, he prowls over, his sights locked onto you: his prey, the object of his possessive desires. You're zoned out, thinking about how wonderful Alastor's kiss was earlier and don't even notice as he slips up behind you, pushing you down and pressing your beautiful face into the cold counter. You let out an adorable squeak as you struggle, not realizing who is holding you down. 

"Be still, dear." Alastor instructs you authoritatively. Instantly stilling in his hold, a faint blush spreads warmly across your body as you feel his cock harden against your ass.  With his eyes glowing red hungrily, his lips find your neck and artfully mark your skin, teeth sinking in hard enough to send blood rushing to the surface. Alastor laps greedily at the blood that falls from your neck. His clawed hand finds its way up your skirt, grazing your clit through the lacy material of your panties.

 "What if someone walks in?” You protest weakly, truthfully not really caring as long as he doesn't stop. 

"Then they would know you belong to me, pet." Alastor remarks darkly, obsessively. "Besides, I can whisk us away safely, if it is required. Don't you trust me to protect you?" He asks, feigning hurt in his voice. 

"I do trust you, Alastor." You reply immediately, with no hesitation. At your words you feel him push a large finger into your wet cunt, causing you to choke back a loud moan. Your walls grip the digit desperately as he pumps it lazily in and out of you. The fact that you could get caught at any moment is heavy on your mind, only adding to the thrill of his hand in and on your most vulnerable and sensitive flesh. 

He adds a second finger, stretching your pussy deliciously, and you bite down on your own arm to keep from crying out. He moves the two inside you, curling them in a way that has you moaning into your arm. It feels so wrong and yet so right, as his hands work you into a fervored frenzy, bent over the kitchen counter. He pulls his fingers out of you, eliciting a protesting whine from your lips. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucks your juices off them. 

Suddenly, you hear voices heading towards the kitchen and panic slightly. You try to sit up, but he holds you down firmly. Before you even have time to think about anything else, he has you falling down into his shadows, and then just as quickly back up in a room you realize can only be Alastor's. "Tsk tsk, dear; did you truly think I'd let anyone see you in such a state? That should be a sight for my eyes only." He says, staring at you with a heated gaze. 

Alastor brings his mouth back to your neck, kissing the wound he made earlier lightly. His lips ghost down your neck, causing you to shiver in his arms. With a firm grip, he bends you over once again—this time over the mattress. His claw comes up to the flimsy piece of fabric covering your wet warmth. A precise swipe of his taloned hand has your panties shredded, falling off you to the ground. He takes a moment to admire your form, spread out and ready for him. 

Quickly undoing his trousers, he pulls his swollen, weeping manhood out. Stepping closer to you, he places both hands on your hips and positions himself at your entrance, letting his hardness rub lightly against your folds. “Please fuck me, Alastor. Please, I need you inside of me.” You beg, unable to wait even a second longer to feel his large, girthy, cock filling you up. 

"Who am I to deny the request of such a beautiful darling?" He responds, pushing himself into you, sheathing his hardness inside of your tight, warm walls. You let out an obscene moan as you feel him stretching you out almost painfully. "It's me you have a crush on isn't it, pet; I want to hear you say it." Alastor demands. 

He halts the movement of his hips, stilling inside of you at your hesitation to answer. With a whine you relent and confess, "Yes, it's you; I can't help it." At your answer he grins and thrusts harshly into you. You cry out in ecstasy as you feel the tip of him hit right against your sensitive cervix. Seeing the look of pleasure on your stunning face, he repeats the motion. 

This continues for a while, and he brutally fucks you into the mattress. The bed frame hits the wall over and over from the force of his hips snapping into yours. The wet slapping of skin reverberates throughout the room as you feel him hit just the right spot inside of you. He brings his hand up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking at the same frenzied pace. 

"Ah, ah, don't stop, please." You plead as you feel tension building towards your climax. It feels so unbelievably good as his enormous hardness pumps in and out of your sopping cunt vigorously as his fingers work in tandem on your swollen clit. 

"That's it, be a good girl and cum on my cock." He coos enticingly. You feel something in you snap and you fall apart in the best way with a loud cry, waves of pleasure crashing over you and coursing through your body. Pushing your limp body down further into the mattress, he chases his own release, his movements wild and erratic now. You can feel him twitch inside you before he shoots his hot seed into your willing pussy with a growl. You feel his cum splatter forcefully against your walls. "You're mine now, my dear." He tells you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. 

Both of you spent, you lay with your bodies intertwined like this for a while before Alastor eventually pulls himself out of you and steps away. Heading into the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it, before bringing it out to gently wipe up the mess seeping down your leg.  Bringing the rag up to wipe himself as well, he flings it across the room, then lays down on the bed beside you. Alastor pulls you into his arms tenderly, peppering your hair and forehead with doting kisses. In a post-orgasmic bliss, you slip peacefully into slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

[cloveswifey]

Truth or dare

Parings: Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader

Type: Smut

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, Clit Rubbing, scissoring, lots of kissing, face riding, eating out, choking, explicit Language.

A/n: This is my first smut so please don't hate haha.

Y/N strolled through the aisles of a bustling shopping center, browsing through the latest fashion trends. As she reached for a cute sweater, her phone buzzed, indicating an incoming call. She looked at the screen and smiled; it was her good friend Cassie.

"Hey, Cassie!" Y/N greeted warmly, answering the call. "What's up?"

"Hey, Y/N!" Cassie's voice sounded excited on the other end. "I was wondering if you wanted to sleepover tonight!"

Y/N's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but grin. "That sounds great, Cassie! Count me in! What time should I come over?"

Cassie replied enthusiastically, "Come over around 7 pm!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, even though Cassie couldn't see. "I can't wait! I'll bring my favorite board games. Oh, and maybe some snacks too."

"Perfect!" Cassie exclaimed. "I'll let Kat and Maddy know. They've been dying for a sleepover too. It's going to be an epic night!"

As the conversation continued, Y/N finished up her shopping and headed towards the checkout counter. They discussed their plans, making sure everything was set for the much-anticipated sleepover. The excitement in their voices was contagious, causing Y/N's anticipation to grow with every passing minute.

Later that evening, Y/N arrived at Cassie's house with a bagful of board games and snacks. The door opened, revealing a beaming Cassie, already wearing her favorite pair of cozy pajamas.

"Y/N, you made it!" Cassie exclaimed, pulling her friend into a warm hug. "Maddy and Kat are in the living room!"

Soon enough they had all gathered in her cozy living room, filled with blankets and pillows, ready for a night of laughter and adventure.

As the night progressed, they found themselves engrossed in the movie "Clueless," but soon enough, their excitement dwindled, and they started itching for something more exciting.

Cassie, being the bold and mischievous one, suggested they play a game of truth or dare. The group agreed, and they huddled together, ready for a night of revealing secrets and daring challenges.

Cassie spun the bottle, and it pointed right at her. Kat wasted no time in coming up with a dare for her. "I dare you to call your sister; Lexi and say the weirdest thing you can think of!"

Cassie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she happily took out her phone and dialed Lexi's number. As the others listened intently, Cassie giggled and proceeded to say the strangest things that came to her mind. Laughter echoed throughout the room as they imagined Lexi's bewildered reactions.

After a few more rounds of truth or dare, it was finally Y/N's turn. "Truth or dare."

"Truth." Y/n replied.

Maddy, feeling curious, couldn't help but ask, "Y/N, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Y/N blushed and shyly replied, "No, I haven't."

As the night wore on, the girls found themselves growing bored of playing truth or dare. Cassie, exhausted from the excitement, had passed out on the couch. Y/N and Maddy were left to their own devices, trying to figure out how to keep the momentum of the evening going.

Just as they were pondering what to do next, Kat's phone buzzed with a message. Curiosity piqued, she picked up her phone and read the message, her eyes widening with surprise. It was from Ethan, asking her to come over.

Unable to contain her excitement, Kat turned to Y/N and Maddy. "Guess what, guys? Ethan just messaged me and asked me to come over! I'm gonna head out for a bit." With a sheepish smile, she got up from her spot and made her way towards the door.

Left alone together, Y/N and Maddy exchanged glances. In Maddy's eyes, a playful spark danced, and she decided to revisit the question she had asked earlier. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Y/N and asked, "You know my question earlier, right?"

Your Pov

You nodded, recalling the question about kissing a girl. Your heart raced slightly, wondering where Maddy was going with this conversation.

Maddy's mischievous smile grew wider as she leaned closer to you and asked, "Would you like to give it a try?"You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the situation.

You slowly nodded and the two girls leaned in, eyes shut as their lips slowly met in the middle.

Maddys lips felt soft against mine as they collided, before slowly pulling away.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

Maddy smirked looking into your eyes before leaning in again to capture you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips move together slowly, yet passionately.

You could feel Maddy's warm breath on your cheek as she softly enters her tongue, and your tongues begin to playfully intertwine.

You begin lightly massaging your fingers into Maddy's hair, in which she lets out a small moan in response.

However, the thought of cassie sleeping beside you, quickly brings you back to reality, and you realise that you both may have gotten a bit too carried away.

"Cassie might, wake up," you remind maddy in-between kisses, eliciting a groan from her as she pulls your waist towards her so that your chests were touching.

"No," Maddy hesitates, her desire evident in her attempts to intensify the kiss. She doesn't want to break away, so she starts increasing the speed of your lip movements.

However, you hesitated and suggested, "Why don't we go to the bathroom at least?"

Maddy giggled mischievously and took hold of your hand, leading you towards the Howard's home bathroom.

Upon entering, Maddy swiftly pressed You against the wall and passionately kissed you.

"Now that you've kissed a girl..." Maddy whispered in-between kisses, "what about fucking one." She spoke her hand travelling down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response.

"You like that baby?" Maddy smirked.

"Fuck yes." You moaned out, reaching up to remove your bralette, leaving you in her short flowy skirt.

"No bra?" Maddy chuckled, before connecting your lips once again.

You moaned against her lips as she continued rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Maddy's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout.

"I wanna taste you." Maddy whispered

"Please." Y/n whimpered, Maddy then snaking her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off.

Maddy reluctantly pulls her bra off, throwing it on the ground, diving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your breasts and placing her mouth around your nipple.

Your hands travel down to her jeans, and you start to unbutton her pants. She moves your hands and finishes unbuttoning her jeans herself, sliding them off of her and kicking them onto the ground.

Slowly, laying down on the cold floor, bare, Maddy beckons you with a soft whisper, “Come here," lightly pulling your body down. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen.

"Pretty pussy." She smirks, before slapping your cunt, causing you to yelp before she leans down and kisses your clit sweetly.

"sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

You could feel her nails lightly scratching at your waist before she, pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds.

You grind your hips against her mouth, looking down to see your skirt covering half her face. She placed her hands under your skirt and on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against your clit as she sucks harshly.

"Don't stop!" you cried, your thighs already shaking, she hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips.

Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Maddy's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

Maddy quickly turns both of you over, firmly requesting, "give me your leg."

You lift up your leg and she puts it over her shoulder. She positions herself between your legs until your cunts are touching. You moan at the feeling of her warm and wet pussy against yours. She wraps her arm around your leg, her hand making its way around your neck. She slowly starts to grind against you, both of your throbbing clits massaging each others. The whine that falls from her lips surprise you, sending a shiver through your body.

You groan as you feel the rhythm of her movements, your hand moving to cup one side of her waist to steady her. Moans spill from your mouth, the feeling of pure ecstasy tingling through your bodies.

Each motion creates an intense friction between us, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure intensifies.

She squeezes your neck, causing your eyes to roll back to your head, as you practically melt into her, squirming beneath her touch.

"Fuck, you feel so good against me." she says, looking down and watching the way your cunts slide against each other.

"Fuck-" she spat, her chest rising up and down abnormally fast, throwing her head back and squeezing your neck harder.

"I'm gonna cum." she cried, her clit pulsing against yours.

"Me too." you moaned, closing your eyes.

The amount of pleasure you were experiencing was not like anything you've felt before. You both were practically screaming as you reached reached your climax.

You felt her fluids spill onto your heat, her body quivering as she continues to ride out her high against you. You follow her orgasm shortly after her, shockwaves are sent throughout your body. All to be heard were two wet pussys kissing one another.

She lays down next to you, staring at the celling. Both of you just taking a moment to gather yourselves, trying to catch your breaths. "Holy shit, that was fucking hot." she exhales.

[rjmac211]

Lena, Alex, Kara and Sam playing truth or dare in Kara’s apartment

Sam: Lena truth or dare

Lena: Truth

Sam: How many hours have you slept this week

Lena: A healthy amount

Kara: Lena 10 hours is not a healthy amount

Sam: 10 hours! Lena answer the question

Lena: Dare

Sam: Go to fucking sleep

Lena: Fine Kara truth or dare

Kara: Dare

Lena: come be my weighted blanket

Lena walks to Kara’s bed and Sam and Alex look at Kara

Kara: I mean it’s a dare can’t say no to that

Alex: Just go we will clean up

Kara: Thanks love yous

Kara gets up and goes to her bedroom and lays on top of Lena

[tanked-up]

Truth or Dare ft. Ghost and Soap

Ghost: Why are we playing this at two in the morning, Soap?

Soap: Can’t sleep, LT

Ghost: How bout’ a glass of milk?

(Soap stares at Ghost with an “are you fuckin serious” face)

Ghost: Suggesting, Soap… just suggesting

Soap: Alright, who starts.

Ghost: I’m to tire-

Soap: Truth or dare, Ghost

Ghost sighs: Truth

Soap: Is it true you used to sneak inside Price’s office and check the debriefs he’d write before sending them?

Ghost laughing: That is true

Soap: Ye’ were a Rascal, nah?

Ghost scoffs: Truth or dare, Johnny

Soap: Hmm… let’s do Dare

Ghost: I dare you to go to sle-

Soap: GHOST, seriously.

Ghost: I don’t know what to dare you, Soap! I’m serious- Oh… I know.

Soap: I’m scared now-

Ghost: Tell me about your first kiss..

Soap gulps: First… k-kiss?

Ghost readjusts himself, completely facing Soap, waiting for an answer

Soap lets out a nervous laugh: Funny thing… it’s long, and I wouldn’t want to bore-

Ghost: Got all night, don’t worry

Soap sighs: Truth is, LT… I haven’t had my first kiss…

(Ghost stays silent)

Soap: Yeah yeah, you may laugh it out

Ghost: No no… you’re serious? Like, I mean on the lips. Not even once?

Soap: I know it sounds stupid-

Ghost: I’m… surprised

Soap checks a clock placed on a small table: It’s getting late, I better leave-

Ghost: It’s 2:30, Soap. Of course it’s late… but don’t change the subject

Soap: No really Lt, I gotta get going

(Ghost remains silent, stares at Soap who gets up to leave)

Ghost hesitates: Can I be your first…?

Soap stops and stares: What?

Ghost scoffs at himself: Nothin. Night, Johnn-

Soap: I wouldn’t mind…

(Ghost stares surprised at Soap and watches him sit back down)

Soap: I really don’t know how to-

(Soap starts saying just before Ghost grabs and kisses him)

Soap: …

Ghost: So… guess you won’t have to be sayin you haven’t had ya first kiss…

Soap still processing: Can ye’ do it again…?

Ghost: Again?

Soap: For science

[lovemytits1989]

[crystalskies42]

Ao'nung: Truth or dare? Neteyam: *so dang annoyed* truth Ao'nung: Do you want me to kiss you? Neteyam: Dare Ao'nung: *leans in* I dare you to kiss me Neteyam: Ao'nung: Neteyam: nEvEr hAvE i EvEr- Ao'nung: T H A T ' S N O T T H E G A M E

[lilium-dragomir]

[thedelusionalbitchgianna]

Emily: Truth or dare?

Reid: Truth.

Emily: How many hours have you slept this week?

Reid:

Reid: Dare.

Emily: Go to sleep.

Reid: I don't like this game.

[simplyholl]

Truth or Dare (featuring Bucky)

Written by @simplyholl and @wheredafandomat

Summary: With a killer on the loose at your college, what else is there to do but party with the hottest guys on campus?

Pairing: Frat Boy Loki x Frat Boy Bucky × F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Alcohol use. Cream pie. Threesome. Spanking.

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“Whatcha reading?” Flinching, you had to contain your yelp as you spun around to meet Bucky, who was leaning over your shoulder looking at your laptop. “The latest on the campus killer.” You answer, your anxiety dissipating at the sight of him.

“Campus killer?” He snorted. “A couple girls go missing and they say there’s a killer on the loose.” “Buck, have some respect. They found another body yesterday.” “Sorry, doll.” He apologized. “I just think it’s a bit excessive to have everybody worried like this, maybe these are isolated incidents.” He suggests. “What if it’s not? What if I’m next? Would you start taking this seriously then?” You argue.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby.” He smiled, that same smile that always melted your heart. “Are you going to protect me?” You teased, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “A girl like you don’t need protecting.” He smirked, his hand finding your cheek as he looked down at you. You leaned into his touch, your cheek feeling warm from the contact.

You and Bucky were great friends, but deep down you wanted your friendship to exceed platonic touches and glances. You had kissed a few times, but you both always blamed it on the alcohol. “Hey” Loki interrupted, approaching you both as Bucky let go of you.

“What are you up to?” “I’m just telling this one she has nothing to be afraid of.” Bucky answered. “What are you reading?” Loki asked you, skimming over the article on your laptop. “It’s about what we know so far about the campus killer.” You answer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Care to enlighten me?” Loki prompted. “He seems to only target girls and apparently he’s got a devil tattoo on his hip bone.” You replied. “Who worked that out?” Loki laughed. “One of his victims who survived, Crazy Maddie. She said he was wearing a mask and he was shirtless when he grabbed her. She fought back and his pants were low after the struggle, so she saw it.” “Crazy Maddie?” They both chuckle. “Yeah. I know she says a lot of wild things, but this one is true, I think. She seemed pretty shaken up about it.” You explained.

“I wouldn’t believe her.” Bucky shrugged. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Loki asked you, changing the subject. “At a time like this? No!” You shook your head. “How about we bring the party to you?” Bucky suggests. “Yeah?” You prompt him to continue. “We could bring some beers, maybe watch a film, play a game?” He suggests.

“I’m down.” You agree, Loki does the same. “Great, we will swing by around seven?” “Perfect.” You grin, your gaze lingering on Bucky’s as he mirrors your smile.

You get ready for the night, spraying your favorite perfume, the one Bucky complimented last time. You can only hope that he will kiss you again. You’d even take a kiss from your other friend, Loki. They were both insanely attractive, not to mention popular. Top athletes and the most sought after guys in their fraternity. It was hard to get them alone at parties. They always had the hottest sorority girl’s’ attention.

You wore a low cut tank top that made your breasts look amazing. You flip your hair one last time, deciding you’re ready. You check your phone, it’s 7:05. You hear a knock at your door. Bucky and Loki come in carrying pizza and beers. You sit in the floor enjoying your meal and watching A Nightmare On Elm Street. When the film is over, Bucky says he wants to play a game. You go to the closet pulling out monopoly.

“This is all I have.” You tell them. “No, darling. We were thinking of a different game. How about Truth or Dare?” Loki suggests. “Sure.” You agree, but you are a little nervous, hoping they don’t ask anything too revealing. After a few more beers, the game gets interesting. “Truth or Dare?” Loki asks you. “Truth.” You choose, waiting for his question. He and Bucky share a look before he turns back to you. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about one of us?”

You try not to choke on your beer. “Yes, I have.” You admit, looking away from them. “Which one?” Bucky asks you. “Um, both of you.” You tell him, looking between them. Loki grins knowingly. The boys take their turns next, admitting they have thought about you like that too. You’re next and you pick dare.

“I dare you to let him suck your tits.” Loki gives you the task and the alcohol takes away any embarrassment. You pull your tank top off, pulling the cups of your bra down, revealing your perky chest. Loki watches as Bucky lowers his head, taking a hardened nipple between his lips. You moan as he moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He releases you, and you pull your bra back up. When it’s your turn again you choose dare, hoping to get another task like that.

“I dare you to suck his dick.” Bucky tells you. You look at Loki, who is already unzipping his pants. You sink to your knees, taking him deep. You hollow your cheeks, moaning around him. You feel your hair being removed from your neck, and you look up to find Bucky gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. “Oh Fuck!” Loki gasps, watching the two of you.

You pull him most of the way out of your mouth, closing your lips around the tip. You swirl your tongue around him before taking him all the way back again. Loki grips your chin in his hand, pulling your face up toward him. “Go get on the bed.” You do as your told, heading toward your bedroom. You strip your clothes as you go. This night couldn’t get any better.

“Such a good girl for us. Look Loki, she’s already naked.” Bucky sits on the edge of the bed. “C’mere doll, bend over my legs.” You lay down across Bucky’s lap with your ass exposed. He dips two fingers inside you. “She’s so wet already.” He tells Loki. Loki walks over, rubbing the curve of your cheek appreciatively. You cry out when Loki’s hand meets your ass with a slap. You clench around Bucky’s fingers.

“She likes that. Don’t you, baby?” Bucky coos. Loki’s hand comes down again, this time Bucky lazily rubs your clit. Your arousal drips down your thighs. “You look so beautiful with my handprint on you.” Loki observes.

“She’s so close.” Bucky tells him. When Loki’s hand hits your cheek once again, Bucky curls his fingers, simultaneously swirling the pad of his thumb against your clit. You fall apart while riding his hand. “Truth or dare, doll?” Bucky asks as you come down from your high, your body still aching to be touched by them.

“Dare.” You rush out, your pussy throbbing. “I dare you to let us fuck you.” Wordlessly, you obey, nodding your head furiously as Bucky and Loki share a smirk. You turn your back toward them, Bucky crawls behind you. You feel him running his cock through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as you try to push yourself back against him.

Coming in front of you, Loki frees his length, stroking it with his hand before circling your lips with it. You open your mouth, taking him inside as he strokes your cheek. You hollow your cheeks around his cock while Bucky pushes inside you, groaning as your walls grip him.

Your hand replaces Loki’s as you massage the base of his cock whilst flicking your tongue against the tip. Bucky pulls out of you completely before thrusting inside of you again, setting a steady pace as you moan around Loki’s cock.

The vibrations make him close his eyes as he wills himself to not cum so soon. “Such a pretty little slut for us.” Bucky sniggers, one of his hands tightly gripping your waist whilst his balls slap against your clit. You could feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass as he fucked you, increasing his speed.

Bucky cums inside you with a grunt. Your breathing slows as he pulls out of you. “Stay on your hands and knees.” Loki commands. You assume the position while Loki lays under you, face near your pelvis, your breasts brushing his stomach. Bucky slides under you, the opposite way, placing an arm around your leg as he lays between them. You look to see Loki’s long tresses mix with Bucky’s as they settle in. “What are you doing?” You question, caught off guard when Loki’s lips seal around your clit. Bucky’s tongue glides through your folds.

“Mmm, we taste so good together, baby.” Bucky praises. Your legs shake as their mouths work you. “You gotta try this, Loke.” They switch positions and you know this is the craziest thing you’ll ever experience. Loki fucks you with his tongue, while Bucky sucks your clit, his unrelenting tongue flicking you simultaneously.

“Tastes so good.” Loki confirms. It doesn’t take long for you to shatter. They’ve ruined you for anyone else. When they crawl out from underneath you, you’re pleasantly surprised to see them share a kiss, tongues brushing against each other. Your clit throbs, needy for more.

“My turn.” Loki says, turning to you as you stay bent over in front of him. Unlike Bucky, there was nothing teasing about Loki’s movements. The fact that you were so wet helped as Loki thrust himself inside you, bottoming out with a grunt as you fell forward slightly.

Bucky makes his way in front of you, his thick cock in his hand. Lifting one of your hands up, you try and tug down Bucky’s jeans but he slaps your hand away, before kneeling at the end of the bed and kneading your breasts. Your moans grow louder as he takes one of them into his mouth whilst Loki continues fucking you from behind.

“Let me suck your cock.” You pant, looking up at Bucky. Standing back up, Bucky grips his hard length, guiding it to your mouth as you open it. Your tongue swirls around the tip as Bucky closes his eyes, head rolling to the side as you pleasure him.

You moan against him, sending vibrations down his shaft as Loki increases his pace. “Fuck!” You exclaim before being silenced by Bucky’s cock again. Looking up at him, you notice his eyes are closed. Lifting your hand again, you begin tugging down his jeans. Only for your eyes to widen in shock and terror as you see the devil tattoo on his hip bone.

Too clouded by pleasure, Bucky doesn’t notice what you have done. Trying to stop your lip from trembling, you release him with a pop, before telling Loki to stop. He stops, worried as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “I-I just feel a little - I” You stutter, terrified by your realization. “What?” Bucky prompts you to continue as you grab a shirt, holding it over your exposed chest. You step back toward Loki who had gotten off the bed. “What, baby?” Bucky smiles, stepping toward you. “Loki, he- he’s the” You begin, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Killer” Loki whispers in your ear knowingly. “She saw the tattoo.” Loki tells Bucky. “Loki!” You gasp, shocked. “You knew?” “Knew? Darling, I helped.” He grins wickedly. You look between them, horrified. “Don’t worry, we won’t kill you, Y/N.” Bucky tells you. “Yes, you have nothing to worry about.” Loki strokes your cheek reassuringly. “You fuck too good.” Bucky smirks as Loki kisses your cheek.

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[noturlondonboy]

Wanda: hey guys, truth or dare

Natasha: ah ah ah, Kate and Yelena aren’t allowed to play that game anymore

Kate: Aw, what?

Yelena: why not?

Natasha: you know why!

Wanda: well now I’m curious

Natasha: *looks at Kate and Yelena expectantly*

Kate, mumbling: …I backflipped off a three story building into a pool and broke my collarbone

Yelena, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes: I unveiled ancient Russian state secrets on Reddit

Wanda:

Wanda: okay! Peter, truth or dare?

[male-beauty-gifsets]

[bigtreefest]

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

Saint or Sinner?

College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 1,331

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

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

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

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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