#...nah i should just watch the damn movie
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Thinking about a post I reblogged a few days ago about posting fic outlines to AO3 as is and now I'm wondering if I should post my Bowsario Rapunzel AUs to AO3 as is. The first AU, at least, is more or less settled where it is? I kind of like the bulleted format of it, lol. But also I could probably put it in paragraph format and change little else and it would probably be fine, too. Maybe I could also add or flesh out a scene or two but...I dunno.
As for the second one, though...I'm wondering if I should actually watch Tangled and maybe write Mario and Bowser at that festival (or some version of it). Or in some of the other scenes. But I think that's a slightly different conversation lmao
#i would maybe like to write bowsario in that sort of festival setting tho#if only so they can compete in carnival games and dance#the only things i know from that part of the movie is whatever was in kingdom hearts lmao#im piss awful at getting into new things otherwise i would have watched the movie by now OTL#would it be cheating to read like. a transcipt or something#...nah i should just watch the damn movie#put it on while playing totk or somethin#mlv.txt
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eddie has no business to have such a full plump pink lips like that no wonder venom only want him to be his host brah
#everybody say thank you tom hardy for being the rare white men who actually have lips#nah cuz his lips got me distracted so many time#plus how he always look wet sad pathetic and a loser#that's what all men should be look like#I'm enjoying venom y'all#haven't watch the 3rd movie eventho I've already seen spoiler everywhere lmao#but funnily I decided to read some symbrock fics for shits and giggles and I was like damn ppl really cooked good meals here#and I end up watching the movies#I think I've seen the first movie already but I don't remember anything so I just count as first watch for both movies#eddie brock#venom#symbrock#vvildside's ramblings
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CALL HIM DADDY! — JJK MEN
SYNOPSIS...when you jokingly call the jjk men ‘daddy’ just to see how they’d react
INFO...jjk men (toji, nanami, geto, gojo) x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, crack fic kinda, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
TOJI
You were washing the dishes, finally scrubbing the last plate as Toji at his snack on the couch. You turned the faucet off, shaking the excess water into the sink before you turned to Toji, a smirk forming on your face. The entire time you were washing dishes, you remember seeing a video where a girl pranked her boyfriend by calling him ‘daddy’ in the most casual way possible.
You cleared your throat, leaning against the sink. “Hey, daddy, can you pass a napkin to dry my hands?” You stared at him, waiting to see his reaction.
“Yeah, of course, ba—wait what the hell did you just say?” His brows pinched together as he stood from his spot on the couch. He slowly walked over to you, placing his snack on the countertop.
“I asked if you could pass me a napkin,” you repeat.
“Nah, nah,” he shook his head, “you said something else before that.” He narrowed his eyes at you, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.
It was getting hard to keep a poker face, finding it difficult to stare into his eyes. “What are you talking about, Toji?” You sighed. “You’re hearing things, old man,” you scoffed, turning away from him with a smirk on your face.
“Oh, so now I’m old man, huh? Not daddy? Hm? Hm?” He grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer to him to the point you couldn’t hold back your laughter.
“It was a prank!” You laughed, tears in your eyes.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman. I swear.” He pecked your lips, smiling at you. “Though, I think we should try that in the bedroom.”
“Toji Fushiguro!” You yell as he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the room.
GOJO
You and Gojo were so casually getting ready to watch a movie before he asked if you wanted any snacks from the kitchen. “Yes, please, some chips and soda.” You gave him a tender smile. A few minutes went by as he came back with a bunch of snacks you didn’t even ask for, but you knew they were most likely for him.
“Your chips and soda.” He placed the bowl in your lap and the cup in your hand. “Want any candy?” He asked, pointing to the sour strips he was munching on.
“I’m okay, thank you, daddy,” You causally said before placing a chip in your mouth.
His eyes shot up in surprise before he began choking on the sour strip. “O-oh, my god.” He began coughing, hunching over.
“Satoru, are you okay?” You rubbed his back before he turned to look at your with the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen on him.
“Am I okay? Baby, you literally just called me daddy! Damn near lost my life!” His voice was still rough from all the coughing.
“What?” You asked, pretending to be confused.
“You….just…called…me…daddy.” He leaned closer towards you with each word spoken.
“Toru, I love you, but never in a million years would I call you that. Play the movie.” You shake your head in disbelief, looking towards the the tv.
“Say it again.” Toru grabbed at your hands, holding them to his chest. “Say it again, please!” He begged while you ignored him, continuing to eat your chips. “You think I’m daddy? Am I? Come on, baby. I can be so daddy!”
You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at how serious he was taking the whole situation. Your eyes landed upon his expression, an offended look in his eye. “I’m sorry, Toru!” You cackled.
“You’re not funny,” he mumbled, turning away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Awe, baby,” you coo, cupping his face and kissing his cheek, “you’re so daddy, okay?”
He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Promise?”
“Yes,” you giggle, “promise.”
NANAMI
You were getting ready for bed as Nanami read his book in the living room with the light dimmed. He had his reading glasses on, so focused on the words on the page before you walked over to him. “Going to bed?” He looked up from his book.
“Yeah,” you yawned, nodding your head.
“Well, alright. Goodnight, I love you.” He returns your kiss when you lean down to peck his lips.
“I love you too, daddy.” You smile, walking towards the bedroom. He goes back to reading his book, adjusting his glasses as he reads the next few lines on the page. Suddenly, he places the book on his lap and looks around the room. Nanami quickly gets up and follows you to the room, seeing that you’re already under the blankets.
“Honey?” He whispers.
“Yes, Kento?” You open your eyes to find him standing in the doorway.
“What did you say in the living room a few seconds ago?” He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I love you?” You say, raising a brow.
“Yeah, that’s what, uh, I thought.” He bites the inside of his cheek, adjusting his glasses once more. “You sure that was all?” He furrows his brows.
“Yes, Kento, I’m sure.” You let out a tired sigh before turning over in the bed, pulling the covers over your face. “Goodnight, daddy.” You cover your mouth with your hand in attempts to hide your laughter.
You feel the bed sink beneath you, his hand coming up to pull the blanket from your face. “I don’t mind you calling me daddy, but please, don’t try and hide it. If you’d like to try something new just let me—”
“Ken, baby, it was a prank!” You sit up in bed, laughing. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” You hug him, kissing his cheek. “You thought I was being serious?”
“Well…yeah.” He blinks, cheeks flushed a light pink. “I…kinda like it,” he admits.
“Oh!” You say, slightly shocked. “I’ll keep that noted.”
GETO
You were getting ready to leave to the mall, grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on at the front door. Geto walked over to say goodbye, grabbing at your hand. You kissed him quickly before saying, “bye, daddy.” You tried to rush out the door.
“Bye, mommy.” You quickly turned your head with a look of shock. Geto returned your expression, still holding your hand. “What?”
“What’d you just call me?” You shut the door, locking it.
“I didn’t say a word.” He shook his head at you. “You’re the one who said something.”
“No, no, don’t turn this around on me, Suguru Geto!” Your jaw dropped.
“You’re the one who called me daddy!” He retorted.
“Not even!” You quickly snap back.
“Yes, huh! Mommy!” He yelled, laughing at you.
“Not, uh! Daddy!” You shouted back at him before both you began laughing with each other. “You’re no fun, I was trying to prank you.” You pout.
“Can’t prank me, love.” He kissed the top of your head, slightly chuckling. “Have fun at the mall, m’kay?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love you.”
“I love you too, mommy!” He joking says as you shut the door his face.
#—☆classyrbf#anime#jujustu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#toji x reader#gojo x reader#nanami x reader#geto x reader#jjk fluff#gojo fluff#toji fluff#geto fluff#nanami fluff#jjk x reader fluff#nanami kento x reader#gojo satoru x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#geto suguru x reader
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"Shh" - Yang Jeongin x Male Reader
title credits to lovely anon.
warnings: brother's best friend, three years age gap if that's a thing, jeongin calls Mn "hyung" during sex, size kink kinda, choking, sex with clothes on, spit as lube (doesn't work but it does in fiction)
He's been obsessed with Mn ever since he was a kid. Mn was three years older than him and always came over to play with his brother. And even his brother's less closer friends were considered by Jeongin as his brothers, but not Mn. Oh absolutely not. That laugh, those hands, the way he would always bring him a candy or something when he came over?? The way he would help him with his homework and teach him better than his teacher did?? Jeongin used to debate in his head if he should run away and hide or go spend time with him. And as they grew older, the attraction grew too. And then he became and idol, and Mn moved to France for university.
Right now, Jeongin was home. Finally on a well-needed break from idol life as he lazed on the couch, eating chips and binging shows. He heard the doorbell ring, but he was one with the couch now, ain't no way he's getting up.
"Eomma!!," he called, hoping his Mom would answer the door. He could hear his mom tsk affectionately as she made her way over to the door and opened it.
He couldn't see who was at the door, but his mother's excitement and the way his brother bolted down the stairs made the butterflies in his stomach return. Was it Mn? He slowly got up and went towards the door, carefully for some reason, as if approaching a snake. He almost choked on his chip when he saw who was at the door. Mn. Mn, whose cuteness was still there despite him losing his baby cheeks. Mn who looked like a damn model. He grew up. A lot. Seeing Mn's sculpted body, and his mature face which still had the boyish charm made the butterflies in Jeongin's stomach turn into birds which clawed at his stomach. In a good way, of course.
He watched as his brother tackled Mn in a hug, and Mn returned it. He could only watch as Mn's forearms rested on his best friend's back, flexing due to the strength of that hug. He gulped, smiling awkwardly when he saw Mn's eyes on him.
"H-Hi hyung," Jeongin smiled, a laugh coming out when Mn hugged him as well.
"Hi little rockstar."
Jeongin, his brother, and Mn were watching a movie. Everyone else was asleep. He could hear Mn's laughs at the movie. He wanted to smile and admire how pretty the older man's laugh is, but his mind just had one image: Mn's forearms. God. Not just his forearms, but him in general. He loved how big Mn was. How he was always bigger than him. He tried keeping his thoughts pg, but his mind was just not letting him. He put a pillow in his lap to hide his erection, but the ever so observant Mn noticed. He smirked and put an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, feeling how the younger tensed under his touch.
As the movie ended, Jeongin's brother went to the kitchen to see if they have snacks, knowing damn well they don't. He sighed and went back to the living room.
"We have no snacks. I'm gonna go get some, wanna come with me Mnie?"
"Nah. Jet lag, man."
"Alright."
Now, Mn knew how much time his best friend would take at the convenience store. He knew he'd get carried away, he'd walk around, get tired, and then end up eating ramen or something at the convenience store, then resume his shopping, and then walk home. He had plenty of time. Once his best friend left, Mn turned to Jeongin.
"What's with the pillow, hm?"
Jeongin was too enamored with Mn's forearms to notice that accent before. His cheeks tinted pink, he spoke, "Nothing."
"I know it's not nothing, innie. Don't worry, love, it happens to all of us."
His tone made Jeongin want to pounce on him, and so he did. He crashed his lips to the older's, relishing the taste of his chocolate chapstick. Mn smirked against his lips, hands moving to rest on Jeongin's waist. He nipped at his bottom lip, sliding his tongue in as the younger let out a moan at the soft bite. He could feel Jeongin's hands up his shirt, exploring the muscles underneath. Mn broke the kiss to catch his breath, but dove right in once he saw Jeongin's hands slip down his sweatpants. He let out a low moan once Jeongin started stroking his dick.
"Need you, hyung. Please."
"Aw, look at you. So cute."
Mn's spat on his fingers and slid them in one by one into Jeongin's hole, peppering kisses down his neck, making the younger moan more. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, and Jeongin grabbed his hand and led it to his throat, making Mn smirk as he wrapped it around his neck.
"You like that, baby? God, you look so good right now. Makes hyung wanna devour you."
"Please do, hyung…please.."
Mn had to control himself when he saw the slight pout on the younger's lips. He pressed a soft kiss to it before pulling out his fingers and spreading Jeongin's legs with that hand. He slowly slid himself in, watching as his mouth gaped open, gasping at the intrusion. He started moving once he bottomed out, hips snapping against him at a pace which made the other male moan so loud. He put a hand over Jeongin's mouth to muffle his moans.
"As much as I want to hear your pretty sounds, baby, you gotta stay quiet, yeah? Don't want your family to hear now, do you?"
Jeongin shook his head frantically, eyes rolling back as Mn's thrusts grew stronger. He hooked Jeongin's leg over his shoulder to go deeper and moaned as the younger clawed at his back. He captured his lips in yet another kiss, tongue exploring his mouth as he quickened his pace, the searing kiss swallowing both their moans.
"Hyung…I'm gonna cum"
"Go ahead, baby."
Jeongin threw his head back as he came, soft whimpers leaving his pretty lips. Mn pulled out and jerked himself off. He pulled up his pants and went to the kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe everything off after washing his hands. He cleaned Jeongin up who quickly put his pants on when he heard footsteps. Mn settled himself casually on the couch, wrapping an arm around Jeongin's shoulder, looking up when he saw his best friend.
"Finally. What did you eat at the store today?", he asked, as if he wasn't just fucking the man's brother minutes ago.
"Tteokbokki."
"Mhm."
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curiosity kills the cat: one shot!
parings: Touya x reader
word count: 1.3k
notes: this was originally gonna be a part in a fanfic I was cooking but i genuinely could not figure out how to write childhood friends with Dabi’s crisped ass.
warnings: none!
summary: Touya always sees kissing in movies, all dramatic and lovey dovey, is it really his fault that he wants to try it on you? just to see how it feels of course!
“this movie fucking sucks.”
“language Touya.”
currently, you were at the treacherous Todoroki household.
Why? You may be asking.
Because you wanted to watch a movie, 27 dresses specifically.
Unfortunately for Touya Todoroki, he’s your only friend to watch the movie with.
now the two of you have been friends since pre-school, kids bullied you- Touya saved you.
you stuck around him after that, much to his dismay.
“Why would you make me watch this garbage.” Touya says harshly.
You huff loudly, “to see if your cold, dark heart had anything in it.”
Touya giggles at your little comment, you liked his laugh.
you wanted to watch this movie for a week, practically begged Touya on your knees for him to even watch it with you.
Touya doesn’t enjoy cheesy rom-coms.
He’s made that quite clear throughout this whole movie.
when the two main characters tried on the dresses he complained.
when they went to the bar together, he complained.
when the characters sang at the bar, he complained then too.
yet when they kissed, Touya didn’t even open his mouth.
“yuck- want me to skip?” You say for Touya’s sake.
He’s quiet for a moment before speaking, “nah, it’s just a kiss.”
“What- you’re suddenly cool with lovey dovey stuff now?” your face is set perplexed.
Touya shrugs, “I see it in TV all the time, why should I care?”
You hum softly, “adults kiss too much.”
Touya hums in agreement, his foot starting to steadily tap.
the movie continues, you catch Touya scoff at one of the movies jokes, he seems to be…actually interested.
but that damn tapping won’t stop.
Doesn’t his leg get tired when he does that?
Finally, at the end of the movie the two main lead get married, and the main actress has her 27 bridesmaids.
cute movie.
“Did you like it Touy?” you ask with excitement bubbling inside your chest.
He responds bluntly, “No- terrible movie.”
“Liar- that was the most I’ve ever seen you pay attention to something!” You point an accusing finger towards him.
Touya swatted your finger away, “I was waiting for the guy to murder the girl.”
“What?!” You retract your finger quickly.
Touya shakes his head as if it were obvious, “He had serial killer vibes..”
You sit there on the couch utterly silent from the words that just came out of Touya’s mouth.
His brows furrow slightly, “What?”
“Nothing, weirdo..”
Touya melts into the couch, picking up the remote and scrolling through the streaming apps choices.
“Any thing else you’d like to watch?”
“Being a gentleman I see?” You hum.
Touya chuckles softly, never responding.
The room is on a comfortable silence for the moment, aside from Touya tapping his foot against the glass table his feet are propped on.
Touya’s foot staggers, “Why do you think adults kiss?”
“Because they like it.” You answer quickly.
Touya shakes his head softly, “yeah but why, why do they like it?”
“Why would I know the answer to that.”
Touya glares at your for a moment, “oh please- your parents basically make out all the time when I’m over.”
“So that means I should know why they like it?” You pick at the fur blanket that was thrown over you prior to starting the movie.
Touya hums a small, “yep” before his foot starts to tap again.
“Didn’t think you were so affected by the kissing scene…” you say under your breath, Touya heard anyway.
“I-I wasn’t affected, I’m just curious on what’s so good about it.” He says quickly, the tapping increasing.
You seriously doubt Touya’s even looking at the tittles on the screen by how fast he’s tapping the remote button.
“Well I wouldn’t know…”
Touya stays quiet for a moment, thinking.
probably about something stupid.
“We could know.”
yep, something stupid.
“What you implying Touya?” You elbow his ribs, making him yelp.
“Ow- I’m saying that…nevermind.” Touya rubs his ribs softly, dropping the remote next to you.
“I mean…you’re just curious right?”
Touya looks up at you, the tapping gets faster.
“Yeah- Why…?”
You pick up the remote, looking it over to act like your doing anything else other that what your about to do.
“We could- do it..” you say quiet and soft.
Touya doesn’t respond, the tapping stopped at least.
suddenly, Touya grabs the remote from your hand- setting it aside.
“We could.”
Great, now you’re forced to look at your best friend.
“Yeah?” You say barely loud enough for Touya to pick up.
Touya nods, his foot starting to steadily tap again.
You cup Touya’s face with your hands- oh gosh are you really doing this?
Touya places his hands on your lap, truthfully he has no clue where to put them.
the taps get faster.
You and Touya look at each-other for a moment, just to make sure you don’t absolutely ruin your friendship.
More like a “you really wanna do this?” stare.
but hey, you were curious.
so was Touya.
1 + 1 = 2.
Two kissing more specifically.
“Jus’ do it already..” Touya says quietly, his face growing red.
You press your lips to Touya’s, it was..nice? soft? kinda gross.
Touya’s lips were quite soft actually, he’d wear chap stick like he’d wear clothes though- he hated dry lips.
Touya’s hand steadily went to your cheeks as well, only difference was his were a lot warmer.
At some point, Touya’s tapping stopped.
you a Touya didn’t though, it’s normal for friends to experience things together- how is a kiss any different?
Your cheeks felt so warm.
wait no- that’s Touya’s quirk.
You starting patting Touya’s thigh as a signal to chill out.
And he got the memo, only after a minute.
You and Touya were only slightly out of breath- you might have 1st degree burns on your cheeks though.
“M’sorry…?” Touya says with his dumb cracky voice.
“you burned my cheeks.” You say curtly.
Touya groans, “I didn’t know I activated my quirk!”
“I’m never kissing you again.” Your tone gets slightly aggressive.
Touy burned your precious face though- so he deserves it.
“I said I didn’t-“
A sudden laughter breaks through Touya’s speak, one that didn’t belong to him.
You whip your head to the door way only to see Touya’s siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi.
Natsuo is holding onto his stomach, dying with laughter while Fuyumi looks mildly disappointed- more like embarrassed.
“Touya-nii…” Fuyumi says softly.
Touya’s face goes completely red, even reaching his ears.
“You didn’t see a thing.” Touya says sternly.
Natsuo laughs more as he grabs Fuyumi, “dude we saw everything!”
Fuyumi covers her face and Natsuo starts to re-create the scene.
“Oh-la-la! Y/N please kiss me I’m so desperate!” Natsuo says through his giggles.
You can see steam coming from Touya as he jumps over the couch to get to Natsuo.
Natsuo sees this and starts to book it.
So now you have a wild Touya and a trouble making Natsuo in the house.
Fuyumi looks at you, then runs to her room- poor girl doesn’t even wanna face you.
how are family dinners your invited to supposed to go now?
curiosity kills the cat you suppose.
and you are the cat in this situation.
EP:
“Mrs. Rei, this is absolutely delicious!” You say while crunching down on whatever Touya’s mother made for the night.
Touya hums in agreement, basically halfway through his second plate.
Natsuo chuckles before speaking, “maybe you should ask her for some cooking lessons Y/N- mom’s experienced.”
Rei smiles softly, “thank you, Natsuo.”
Natsuo immediately gains the most devious smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
“Maybe some kissing lessons as well, since you and Touya like that too.”
Immediately silence hits the table.
Touya immediately slams his blow onto the table.
Natsuo runs for his life down the hallway as Touya almost jumps over the table to catch him.
As soon as the boys leave the room your met with a stone faced Rei.
you clear your throat.
“Fuyumi can vouch for me, me and Touya would never do something so sinful!”
Rei chuckles softly, “Fuyumi told me when I came home…”
You whip your head to Fuyumi as she takes her leave, doesn’t wanna face your wrath.
you look towards rei again, sweating bullets as you hear Natsuo screaming bloody murder from two rooms over.
“w-we we’re just curious!”
AN: yall need smth after whatever the hell that episode was😭
#anime#fanfics#mha#touya todoroki#touya x reader#mha touya#touya x y/n#touya x you#mha dabi#bnha dabi#dabi todoroki#dabi#dabi x reader#dabi my hero academia#dabi x you
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peeked at your second acc n stepbro!jj is so the type that you two are watchin a movie while your parents are out of town n he starts rubbin your pussy through your little panties cos he's just 'admiring' - 🍓
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you loved quiet moments with your step-brother, domestic bliss as you pretend the house belongs to just the two of you— parents away for the weekend.
you lean against his warmth on the couch, the two of you watching one of the weird old shitty horror movies with terrible CGI about cannibals that he’s always making references to. he continually talks throughout the viewing, pointing to this screen, but your eyes fall on his bracelets and you bring his hand back down to where it rested on your stomach, playing with them.
“intestines should not look like that dude.” he speaks to the tv absentmindedly and you wrinkle your nose, not too interested in the movie.
“how’d you know?” you ask quietly.
“uh, seen some weird shit on reddit.” he blinks, doing a double take when your baggy sleep shirt rides up, now revealing the pair of cotton panties that had been hiding beneath. you feel him looking at you turn your head innocently to smile at him, before swivelling back to between your legs.
“oh, these are new. aren’t they cute?” you chirp softly and his hand hovers in the air for a moment before sliding hesitantly downwards.
“yea—” he clears his throat trying to sound casual despite his heartrate picking up and the obsession kicking in. he did not care about the movie anymore. “yeah. real — uh, real cute, sweetie. what, s’that a bow?” he uses his curiosity as an excuse to pluck at the ribbon at the top of the panties, his grip on it tugging the material up to wedge between your folds, creating a clear camel toe.
you bite your lip shyly in acknowledgment and his eyes flutter, dick stiffening in his shorts. he glances at you, licking over his lips— and he decides it’s going down tonight, he’s refrained for too long. “bet they’re like… super soft too, right?” he slides his fingers gently over the length of the panties, over where your clit lays and across the folds. your legs fall open and a shaky breath leaves you, but he’s having too much fun pretending he’s admiring the garment to stop.
“how much were these? look pretty good quality to me like… this is that fancy shit huh?” his finger teases along the waistband and you try and gather your thoughts, already feeling a wet patch starting to form where your hole is. as if he senses this, his middle finger starts to creep towards it.
“uh— don’t— don’t remember, was on sale. maybe like 20 dollars.” you shudder and he nods, feigning interest.
“damn, still a little pricey in my broke ass opinion… but i guess this crown jewel deserves only the best…” his thumb slides over your covered clit in reference and you pant, holding back a mewl as he digs his middle finger into your wet patch, stuffing the material into your hole slightly. you brave turning your head to look at him, gazing up at him with doe-like, blown out pupils.
“jayj… are you really that interested in my underwear?” there’s a tinge of innocence to your voice, like you truly believe there might be a chance he’s not messing with you. he huffs a chuckle out his nose as he smirks down at you.
“nah… you caught me…” his hand slides upwards, before his fingertips breach the waistband and he starts to push his hand inside the fabric. “guess i kind of just wanted an excuse t’play with this pretty pussy…” his fingers freeze above your clit, and he brings his mouth down to your ear. “you wont tell on me, right sugar?”
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#jungle.!
miles morales 42 x black fem reader
sum : miles is late again , but makes up for it warns : fem/black coded reader, yk he’s the prowler btw a/n : drabble. i realized i write like “hood love” 😂 anyway shessssssbackkk!!!!
“where is this lil nigga ?” you said to yourself as you shivered outside the movie theater looking over your shoulders trying to spot him , when you couldn’t you grabbed your phone to check his location . it was off , n he only turned it off when he was doing sum he wasn’t supposed to . you decide to text him again and ask if you should just go home . surprisingly he responses within a minute. “nah go inside and start watching it i’ll be there .” you read it in a mimicking voice then he text again “15 mins ma , swear ill be there” you just send an eye roll emoji and head inside . you show the worker your ticket , gets your snacks nn just go watch the movie . after what seems like WAY more than 15 minutes you can sense a brownskin demon enter the building. and you were right , he sits down beside you and takes some of your popcorn looking at you . “ you look good , what i miss bae” you slow turn your head to him with a stank face “what i miss bae” you say mimicking him and he rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek “m sorry i got you sum it’s in the car , an apology to say the least .” he says putting his arm around you and moving closer . “you like making me look like a dummy ? this the 5th date you been late to , starting to seem like youn really care .” you say in a hushed voice looking back at the screen and he smacks his lips . “ don’t start bro , you know i got shit to do . you know i care and i don’t mean to be late im sorry baby” he says removing his arm and sliding it onto your knee and rubbing all the way to your thigh at a slow pace . “yeah i do know u got shit to do BRO but you gon be late every single time ? jus lmk what we really doing . you could just plan better” you say softening your voice and sipping your drink and he sighs rubbing his temple with his free hand . “im sorry mama , i need to be better and i will . trust me ima start doing right , these dates mean a lot to me , and im fucking them up . im sorry , imma be better for you okay ?” he says facing you and you turn to look at him too , its dark but you can still see the genuine look on his face . “i love you girl , and i do care . don’t ever question that ight ?” he says putting his hand on your neck to kiss you deeply and you return it of course . “i love you too miles , m sorry for being so harsh” you say pecking him one more time “you wasn’t being harsh i deserve it , you wanna stay and watch the movie or leave ?” he says adjusting his position and putting his arm back around you, “well shit i already watched half the damn movie let’s just finish it” you say and he chuckles leaning to peck your forehead again “whatever you want princess .”
#miles morales#across the spiderverse#miles morales x reader#black reader#black fem reader#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles morales x female reader#spotify#earth 42 miles x black reader#earth 42 prowler#miles morales earth 42#miles 42#miles morales blurbs#e!42 miles morales#miles morales fluff
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Learn the Hard Way 2
Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Nick Fowler (Professor AU)
Summary: you return to campus is less than glorious.
Part of the Bad Professors AU
Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all.
As you watch the man storm off in his wet jacket, you frown. Well, that’s a good way to make friends. Off to a great start, Ash.
You wince but stop yourself from backing away as a blurry figure hazes in your peripheral. You look over at the girl as she silently holds out a napkin.
“Oh, jeez, thanks,” you laugh nervously. “Can ya hold this for me?” You hold out your container as you accept the help. She’s the first person who hasn’t looked at your sideways. You keep hold of your coffee and sop up the mess. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focused on the noodles.” You glance around at the tables, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?”
You crumple the napkin and reach for your container. You zero in on the girl. She hasn’t said a word. She looks anxious too. It sort of makes you feel better.
“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” you smirk.
“Um…” she gulps. “I got a table…” she points over her shoulder.
You smile, “thanks, that’s nice but… okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.”
She bounces and turns, guiding you across the caf. You know how she fidgets. Definitely nerves. Maybe a freshman?
“I’m Ash, by the way,” you introduce yourself as you put your stuff on the table and sit.
“Auburn,” she replies.
“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” you joke as you push your cup to the side and open your noodles.
“Oh, have you read it?” She asks. “The Three Musketeers, that is?”
“Nah, but I watched the movie. Oh, shit, did you see the real shitty on they made with Orlando Bloom. Fucking loved it. Trash movies, totally my ish,” you yammer as you unwrap the chopsticks. “But maybe I should give the book a try.”
She nods and taps nervously on her can of diet coke. She wears a gray gap hoodies and her hair is untamed. She’s a bit wild in appearance but you are in spirit. Besides, you don’t have any roomies to latch onto this year.
“So, Auburn, what do you study?” You ask and shove a buttload of chow mein in your mouth.
“Erm, computer science.” She answers and curls her shoulders inward.
“Awesome. I’m doing photography. More of the creatie sort. I’m just tryna push through my degree and decide if I wanna open up my own studio or what,” you shrug. “You know, the computer thing is smart though. No one knows how the fuck to use one.”
She nods and giggles. You don’t mind doing the yapping. That’s always been your problem but she seems content enough to listen.
“You live on campus?” You ask.
She nods.
“Yeah, I got me an apartment. Couldn’t afford the fees they charge at this place, but it’s nice. You know, I thought I was gonna be sleepin’ with cockroaches,” you shake your head then shudder at the thought. “You ever had a cockroach crawl over you while you’re sleeping?”
Her eyes widen and you laugh.
“Don’t ask,” you sniff. “Anyway, Auburn, thanks for letting me crash your party. Hope I’m not annoying you too much. I got a habit of it.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” she assures you and picks at her fraying cuff.
“You want some of them? They’re fucking bussin’,” you spiral a wad of noodles around the chopsticks.
She shakes her head. Well, more for you.
You sit with Auburn for a while. You only leave as you see the time and realise you need to go to the bookstore before your first class tomorrow. It closes in thirty.
“Damn, gotta scram,” you say as you pack up what’s left of your noodles. “I’ll text ya.”
“Sure,” she agrees and gathers up her bag. “Thanks.”
“Hey, don’t let these other fuckers get to you. They ain’t too cool for school,” you wink and head off.
You go to the basement and weave through to the bustling bookstore. You stop to search for the course code on your phone and walk blindly down an aisle. As you raise your head to search for 208C, you collide with an unexpected wall, a waft of stale coffee gusting up at you.
You back up and look at the man as he snaps shut the book in his hand and sighs. It’s that same man from the cafeteria. Oh no.
“Oh fuck, sorry, bud,” you say. “I was just looking for--”
“You. Again,” he snarls.
“Uh, yeah, hi, it’s me,” you confirm. “Look about before--”
“Do you need glasses or something?” He accuses.
“Er, no. 20/20 according to my eye doctor.”
“Not a real question,” he sneers.
“I said sorry. Really, I didn’t mean too.”
“You know, it doesn’t matter what you mean, it’s what you do,” he retorts.
“Wow, are you like a philosophy professor or something?” You ask.
His nostrils flare, “I’m none of your business, stupid girl.”
“Well, if I’m so stupid, you shouldn’t get so worked up about a question,” you roll your eyes and turn to the shelves to find your book. “Fuck.”
“Disgusting,” he remarks. “Someone needs to wash that mouth out.”
You ignore him. You’ve dealt with idiots before. The stupid frats call you a nerd but this guy wants to call you stupid. Men are too much to deal with so the best course of action is not to. You slide out a text book and double check your phone to match the code.
The price tag nearly gives you a heart attack. It’s a coursepack. They don’t sell them sued. You resign yourself to the expense.
The man lingers and you send him a wary look, “were you expecting something else?”
He glares at you then shakes his head. He shoulders past you, nearly knocking the book from your hands, and you turn to watch him stomp away. Well, what are the odds you run into the same asshole twice? Maybe that means you’re the asshole.
Big deal. Running into him a third time is a long shot. Besides, you’re less worried about some grumpy stranger and more uptight about the cost of the paper in your hands. You’ll be opting for fifty-cent ramen over the cafeteria special from now on.
#nick fowler#lloyd hansen#dark nick fowler#dark lloyd hansen#dark!nick fowler#dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#nick fowler x reader#learn the hard way#series#drabble#au#professor au#the 355#the gray man
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Trick or Treat (Male!Yandere x Reader)
A Halloween one-shot for spooky season 🎃 I didn't want it to be too long so it's a little rushed, but here it is. Enjoy!
Content Warning: yandere, breaking and entering, assault/grabbing, manipulation
Word Count: 1.9k
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come to the party with us? I have a spare costume you could borrow that I know you would look great in!” Your roommate asked, adjusting the faux dog ears that were sitting atop her head as she walked into the kitchen.
You pulled a candy bowl out of the cupboard, dumping the sweet treats you had bought earlier today and filling it up to the brim. You smiled politely at her, but shook your head.
“Nah, I’m good. You know parties aren’t really my thing. Besides, somebody’s gotta watch over the house to make sure it doesn’t get TP’d or egged or whatever.”
“Still, though, I feel bad leaving you here by yourself. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“You sound like such a mom, Mallory,” Your other roommate, Tristan, snarked, coming down the stairs clad in a black cat costume. “(Name)’s been home alone plenty of times before. They’re not a kid.”
“I know, but it’s Halloween! The holiday just makes being alone feel more scary…”
“I’ll be fine, Mal,” You sighed, though you were still grateful for her concern.
“We should probably get going now,” Tristan said, checking his phone. “Come on, Mal, let’s go,” Tristan grabbed ahold of her wrist, dragging her out the front door. “Don’t have too much fun without us, alright?” He winked at you.
“Bye, (Name)! We’ll probably be back around midnight! Call us if you need anything!”
After waving them goodbye, you took a small table and placed the candy bowl on top, leaving it out front with a “take two” sign. You had only bought one bag so if it ran out, it ran out. Locking the door behind you, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, excitement coursing through your body. You loved your roommates, but there was just something about having the whole house to yourself that made you giddy. A true introvert at heart.
Plopping down on your bed, you turned on your TV, scrolling through streaming sites to decide what to watch. In honor of the holiday, you naturally chose a horror movie, something you’ve never seen before but heard good things about. Cuddling up with your favorite plush, you get comfortable as the film starts, ready to experience the same dread and terror alongside the main characters.
That feeling never came however, because you quickly fell asleep not even 30 minutes into the movie. An hour had gone by by the time you woke up, with the credits rolling and the obnoxious sound of the doorbell going off. You stuffed your face into the blanket you were wrapped up in, hoping and waiting for the visitor to go away. The candy bowl was probably empty and some greedy brat was outside demanding for more.
You were forced to jump out of bed and stomp down the stairs when the ringing only continued, followed by loud knocking. Damn entitled kids. You thought bitterly, undoing the locks and yanking the front door back without even checking who was outside first.
“Look, I don’t got any more candy, so just-” You barked, but stopped mid-sentence when you were met with a tall figure dressed head to toe in black clothes. He had a hood covering his eyes, with a mask obscuring his nose and mouth. He stood eerily still, staying completely silent, only the sound of his heavy breathing being heard. It felt like an eternity before he said, “...Trick or Treat.”
Your eyes widen, backing up a bit and closing the door enough to shield yourself from him. You definitely were not expecting a grown-ass man to be outside your door asking for treats. Chuckling awkwardly, you stutter, “U-Uhm, sorry…we unfortunately ran out of candy…”
“Darn…that’s too bad,” The man’s voice was husky, but muffled by his mask. “I was really looking forward to having something sweet tonight,” He flipped his hood off before pulling his mask down, giving you a hungry look. “You’re wrong, though. The sweetest piece of candy is standing right in front of me. I could just devour you in one bite.“
Slamming the door shut, you quickly locked it again, disgust and slight fear taking over you. The audacity he had to just start flirting with you was downright deplorable, the creepiness of it all causing your hair to stand on end. Maybe this could be a prank? A stupid Halloween scare that would rack up millions of views online, with poor you being one of the unfortunate victims.
Yeah, that’s probably what it was. You wouldn’t expect any less from this neighborhood, after all. Your heart was still pounding as you tried to convince yourself that it was just a joke, however, and you headed into the kitchen to grab something to drink. A glass of water was needed to calm your nerves.
After gulping down the cool liquid, you searched for a snack to chow down on. Hopefully if you eat something while watching your movie, you won’t fall asleep this time. Deciding on microwave popcorn, you popped a bag in and waited for it to be ready.
Only a few seconds went by when you heard tapping on a window. It was coming from the sliding glass door that led out into the backyard. At first, you wanted to believe you were just hearing things, but the next taps were louder and incessant. The last thing you wanted to do was investigate, having had enough fright for one night, so you stayed where you were.
Good thing you did, because immediately after the tapping stopped, came a loud crash. You screamed, watching in horror as you witnessed a brick fly through the glass door, shattering it to pieces. Reflexively, you quickly grabbed a knife from the knife block, just in time to see the man from before casually stalking into your home. He turned to you, an eerie grin on his face as he approached. You pointed your weapon towards him, making sure he kept his distance.
“Stay the hell away! The fuck’s your problem, why are you breaking into my house?!” You shouted, putting on your nastiest glare.
He cocked his head to the side, as if he couldn’t understand why you were angry. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for my candy,” He said matter-of-factly. Smirking, he curled his pointer finger at you. “So put that silly thing down and c’mere.”
“You’re insane! Get the fuck out of my house!”
“So rude,” The man huffed, pouting like a child as if this was all a game to him. “Well, if you’re not going to give me my treat, I’ll just have to give you a trick. That’s how this works, hm?”
Before you could even process his words, he lunged forward, twisting the knife out of your hands with ease. He was stronger than he looked, and within a matter of seconds, he had you pinned against the counter. You winced as your stomach dug into the marble surface, and you desperately tried to move your hands from out underneath his iron grip. They wouldn’t budge.
“Don’t struggle too hard, darling. It’ll make this easier for the both of us,” The man breathed into your ear. Chuckling, he added, “You’re cute when you’re scared, you know. God, I can’t wait to taste you.”
Your fear only worsened at that, struggling even harder even though it was useless. “W-Why are you doing this? Who even are you?” Your voice wobbled as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
“Who I am doesn’t matter right now. And maybe you’ll find out why this is happening to you if you do some digging later. A little detective work, if you will.”
What the hell does that mean? You couldn’t dwell on it for very long, though, because the man was pressing into you even closer now. You squealed when he dragged his tongue along the shell of your ear, anger getting ready to burst when he only laughed at your reaction.
“Get off me, creep!” You snarled, and you actually managed to jerk your arm back and elbow him in the stomach. Hissing, his grip loosened, allowing you to push him off. He stumbled back, and while he was vulnerable, you promptly kicked him in the groin. The intruder yelped in pain as he fell to the floor. You took this chance to run, practically throwing yourself at the front door and fumbling with the locks so you could get the hell out of there.
“Yeah, you better run…while you still can…” The man groaned, but his threats hardly fazed you considering he was just a pathetic heap on the ground now.
Flinging open the door, you sprinted out of the house, planning to find safety with one of your neighbors. You couldn’t get far, however, as you ran into someone quite familiar.
“Tristan?” You panted, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath while looking up at your worried roommate.
“(Name)? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Tristan asked, putting a hand on your shoulder to try and comfort you. “What are you doing out here?”
You sucked in a few more breaths before explaining the situation to him. “There…someone….some guy broke into the house… He was after me…he tried…tried…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, it was too terrifying to relive.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now,” Tristan hushed you, pulling you into a surprising embrace. It was something you never expected from him, but you returned the gesture anyway.
“He’s still in the house, Tristan… We need to call the cops and get away from here,” You pulled away from the hug, eyes now focused back on the house. “I left my phone in my room, so can you call them?”
“Yeah, I will,” He nodded, whipping out his phone to start dialing. “Let’s go back to my car and stay there until they arrive, okay?”
The two of you made yourselves comfortable in the warm car, and you listened intently as Tristan called 911. After he hung up, he told you that they were on their way and would be there as soon as possible. It was able to calm your beating heart only a little bit. There was a beat of silence between you two before you decided to speak up.
“So where’s Mallory? Is she still at the party?”
Without missing a beat, Tristan said, “Yeah, she is. I just had to come back cuz I forgot something. The last thing I expected was to see you in such a panic, though. Good thing I got here when I did.”
“Yeah… I wasn’t sure what neighbor would answer the door to help me, so I’m glad I ran into you,” You confessed.
Tristan laid a comforting hand over yours and smiled. “I’m just happy you’re not hurt. That guy’s gonna pay for what he did.”
You gave him a weak smile in return, before leaning into his touch. Seeing Tristan being so soft was new, but you found it sweet and appreciated how hard he was trying to soothe you. You closed your eyes as he wrapped an arm around you, glad that you were finally away from that creepy intruder.
Tristan let you rest, pulling out his phone when it buzzed with a text alert. Opening the message, it read:
I’m out of the house now. Sorry I couldn’t keep em pinned for longer, I know u wanted to look like the hero or some shit. Though it looks like it still worked out in the end
Trying to hide his smile, Tristan replied:
Thanks man. I’ll send the rest of your payment over in a bit, after the cops leave and things settle down.
Stuffing his phone away, he squeezed your arm gently, smirking at the way you moved in closer. You were so easy to scare.
Right into his arms.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere scenarios#yandere oneshot#male yandere#male yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere writing#yandere imagines#halloween
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Incorrect bat family quotes but as things me and my sibling have done/said.
Jason: *just trying to read* *feels an eery presence just watching him.*
Damien and Tim: *both just starting at him*
Jason: Yes? Can I help you?
Tim: Slushies
Jason: okay?
Damien: Take us to them.
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Dick: *Chilling in his bed*
Cass: *very slowly opening the door to his room*
Both: *just stare at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time*
Dick: Please, child. What is it? I can't handle this suspense.
Cass: *quietly* I have a pool party today…
Dick: okay? I'm glad for you.
Cass: …
Cass: Can you go buy me tampons?
Dick:
Dick: Of fucking course I can go buy you tampons! *already jumping out of bed* What size?
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Damien: *angry, slamming doors, punching walls, screaming at everyone*
Tim: Autism is one hell of a bitch
Dick: Tim, no
Jason: No, no, he's got a point. We really should get him checked out.
Damien: I CAN HEAR YOU
*he was diagnosed with autism the following month*
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Stephaine: *putting makeup on Cass* almost done!
Tim: we need to hurry, the movie is starting soon
Stephanie: It's fine, we have plenty of time, now let me do your makeup.
Dick: What are y'all doing? Why is everything… pink?
Cass: We are going to watch Barbie
Dick: Can I come?
Steph: Nah it's girls night?
Dick: Then why is Tim going?
Steph: He's one of the girls, obviously.
Tim: Yeah, obviously.
Dick: *crying* I wanna be one of the girls too
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Bruce: Hey, Tim
Tim: Yeah? What's up?
Bruce: Remember how you're therapist mention she thought you might have ASD?
Tim: Yeah, she said she wasn't %100 percent sure on it though.
Bruce: Well she just sent me a document confirming your diagnosis.
Tim:
Dick: Woah dude! Congrats on the tism!
Jason: Welcome to the spectrum little bro!
Damien: Is Dick the only one that isn't ASD?
Dick: *is sad bc he's left out of the club again*
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Dick, Tim, Jason and Damien: *driving down the road at 4 in the morning, blasting fnaf songs at full volume* IVE GOT NO TIME!! I've GOT NO TIME TO LIVE
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Tim: Jason. I'm bi
Jason: Okay
Tim: Okay? That's all you have to say?
Jason: damn Tim, tf you want be to say? Sorry?
Tim: No! I just thought-
Jason: If you have boy problems go to Dick. He's the one with the most experience in that field.
Dick: Hey! I resent that!
Jason: Oh please, you can call yourself straight all you want but you and both know you've what kinda person you were when you first became Nightwing.
Dick: I wasn't gay Jason I was a slut its different.
Jason: sure, okay.
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I'm gonna make this a series lmao. Being in a house with 6 kids gives you a lot of stories.
Also, yes, 3 of my younger siblings are officially diagnosed with autism. (Damien and my sister are literally the same person. I have so many headcanons about it, it's not even funny. She even has the same insane art skills, I'm terrified of how fast she learned to do things I've been in school for years to learn)
#stephanie brown#batman#bruce wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#dc comics#jason todd#cassandra cain#duke thomas#incorrect batfamily quotes#batfam#nightwing#red hood#red robin#robin
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Side Effects III | Han + Chan
You're onto whatever it is that Jisung and Chan are hiding. You just have to prove it. With a hidden camera set up in your room you're ready to catch the two science nerds in the act. However it just doesn't work out that way.
•Pairing: nerdy Jisung + Chan x Female Reader
•Content Includes: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, kitchen sex, feelings of guilt, jealousy and betrayal, animal testing no rats were harmed in this work of fiction
an: sorry this one took so long. writers block was kicking my ass. slightly edited so if something doesn't make sense or needs to be fixed let me know ♡
The link to the song Amortentia that's referenced is included. For a more understanding of Jisung's feelings towards y/n give it a listen. Completely optional of course but it's truly a good song. Amortentia By, Let's Lumos ft. Oliver Boyd & The Remembralls
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Part I • Part II
You had everything planned out. You knew exactly what you were going to do. Or so you liked to tell yourself. In reality, you were clueless and nervous as hell. What should I do? Seduce the two men and see who spills the beans first? Nah, that'd never work. Confront them with my suspicions about both of them being invisible? Without concrete evidence, they would only deny it.
“Ugh, damn it. Guess I'll just wing it,” you mutter to yourself behind the register, just as a customer walks up wanting some eccentric type of coffee.
You’ve felt Chan more than Jisung lately, so you figure it would be easier to get to him. You know he seems to like places where it's easy to get caught, like the balcony, the kitchen, or the couch. If Jisung were to ever walk out of his bedroom, he’d see you two immediately. Your eyes light up as you pass the recycled paper cup full of fresh coffee. Each time you were fucked by someone you couldn't see, it was an instinct to be as quiet as possible to not get caught… but what if you weren’t? Your mind starts running through scenarios of Jisung finding you as you come undone around some unseen man.
You argued with yourself your whole shift at the small coffee shop you work at. What if Jisung catches his best friend invisible and balls deep inside his roommate, causing a fight? Why would it, when Jisung doesn't see me that way? What if Jisung kicks you out? I'd be homeless and miserable. The cons were looking pretty convincing. You were all out of ideas, having talked yourself out of every one. It was starting to look like you'd never know what they were up to in Jisung's room, if they were actually invisible or if you were insane.
When you step into the apartment and slip off your shoes, you’re surprised to see Jisung in the kitchen. What surprises you the most is that he says something to you as you walk past the kitchen to your room. You freeze and look at him, almost wondering if you imagined him saying, “Hello” to you. Looking around, you see it's just the two of you.
“H-hey, Ji,” you respond, feeling timid and a little scared that he’ll just start ignoring you again.
He gives you a shy smile and retreats to his bedroom. Weird. He never fails to be weird, and you never expect it either. It's not like how you expect to have a visitor in your room waiting for you. You could smell the sweetness in the air the moment you stepped inside your room. To anyone else, they probably wouldn't be able to smell the difference between the vanilla of Chan and the caramel apple scent of your current favorite body lotion. Where he was in your room though, you had no idea.
Chan sat on the floor in the corner of your room by your bed, watching you. He had to find another spot to observe you from after you almost stepped on his balls two weeks ago. He discovered this corner was one you didn't go near, and it provided the best view to watch you undress. Much like right now. You meticulously removed each piece of clothing, and Chan was engrossed in the action as if it were his favorite show or movie. He didn't suspect that the way you moved had anything to do with the fact that you knew he was there. Slowly, you put on a show for Chan while still wondering how to catch them.
Does Ji know Chan is in my room? He must.
You were certain that Jisung's greeting to you was some sort of signal for Chan. It amused you, and you almost laughed out loud, but you remembered that you had eyes on you. That might not be enough to convince someone like Jisung or Chan, but it was enough for you. Nothing would get past you now that you knew you weren't crazy. Now, if only you could expose one or the other while they were invisible. Where are you? you wondered once you were completely nude. You stood there, chewing on your lip, pretending that you'd forgotten what you were supposed to be doing. A slow turn and, with a gasp, you moved to grab your towel.
Maybe if I entice him enough, he'll follow me into the shower. The steam might expose him...
It was a shot in the dark, but you didn't have a whole list of ideas. There was no guarantee that Chan would follow you into the shower, and no guarantee that the steam would make an outline like in the movies. Never once had Chan followed you into the shower. It always seemed like an easy way to get caught. Not in the way you were thinking, though. He knew you'd possibly get suspicious if he just so happened to have wet hair right after you felt something. Not to mention Jisung would be more suspicious than he is now.
Jisung had yet to question Chan about the strange, creepy smile you gave them both. He noticed how Chan's body language changed that night—how shifty and nervous Chan was, no matter how calm and collected he acted. Jisung had always been good at reading people. Well, except for you, but he attributed that to his feelings for you. Jisung just couldn't understand why Chan suddenly started acting weird. Surely if he were experiencing any side effects, he'd report them so they could work on them. Chan wasn't the type to keep things like that to himself. Not with something as important as this. This elixir, once perfected, would make them billionaires. That outcome was so close Jisung could hear the announcement of him getting a Nobel Peace Prize.
Chan continuously tries to fight the urges, running tests of his own that Jisung doesn't even know about. Every night, he tries a new combination of vitamins and over-the-counter pills. In his own time, he researches anything that would lower a person's libido and, in a healthy, safe way, tries each one himself. So far, nothing has worked. The only change is that he's getting a good daily dose of vitamins and a hell of a workout with you. It's even a mental workout just trying to resist you when you choose to walk around your bedroom completely naked, like you're inviting him to fuck you. You are, but Chan doesn't have a clue.
There's no way you would ever think that he was the one that was balls deep inside whatever hole of yours he decided he needed to fill that night. But smell is such a powerful thing. You could smell something you hadn't gotten a whiff of in twenty years, but one breeze past you will bring up a whole memory you could've sworn you forgot about. You put a lot of effort into that cologne for Chan. You paid close attention to how he smelled weeks before you settled on that specific one. The smell of smoky vanilla always reminds you of his hugs. The warmth and sweetness surround you. It brought you comfort. It still does; only now it also makes you wet. Like your body knows once you smell him, he'll be fucking you into another dimension.
So while Chan would love nothing more than to fuck you hard up against the slippery, wet tiles of your shower, he remains in the same spot, all while his precum leaks heavily from his hard length. He refuses to even touch himself. It would do him no good anyway; he'd still be hard as hell and insanely horny. He even tries to resist the temptation to feel you. You were still dripping wet from your shower when you walked back with the towel wrapped around you. You half-expected Chan to have left, but the soft shuffling sound that quietly creeps closer gets louder. The smell of vanilla fills the space around you, and you struggle to pretend you're unaware. Without thinking and without any warning, you scream loudly, hysterically calling for both Jisung and Chan.
Jisung bursts into your room without hesitation, making your heart swell. The way his cheeks turn red at the sight of you gives him a cute, innocent look, all wide-eyed, wearing his round glasses and lab coat. You have to bite your tongue to hide your smile. Instead, you pout and run to him, grabbing his arm.
"Ji, oh my god! I just saw this massive spider in the corner. I… I don't know where it went, though. Where's Chan? I know he usually takes them outside." You lay the damsel-in-distress act on thick.
You cling to his arm, your breast pressing firmly into his biceps. He shifts on his feet, looking around your room, likely for Chan instead of the imaginary spider. Jisung can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and his cock rapidly growing harder. It's been a while since he's taken the elixir, and although that wasn't easy, lusting over you and desiring you seems to only grow since he already felt you under him and around him.
“Oh, uh, I'll, um. I'll look,” he stammers, moving out of your arms, though he'd rather be fucking you up against the wall behind you both.
“Thanks, Jisung. Dunno what I'd do without you,” you tell him. Your voice is soft and delicate, which only makes Jisung struggle even more.
Chan uses this opportunity to slip out of the open door before the effects wear off, while Jisung hesitantly walks toward your bed, looking for the bug, scared and horny. A loud thud startles both you and Jisung, and you both turn toward the door, seeing nothing, though you hear the faint whisper of a few curse words in a very familiar accent.
“I'm not seeing it, Y/N. Maybe it crawled away,” Jisung says loudly as a distraction from the foot of your bed.
With an amused smile, you look back at him, and his throat feels suddenly tight. With you just in a towel, hair damp, and in the same spot where he was inside of you, he feels overwhelmed. So many emotions are running rampant inside of him. He just stares at you, lost in the memory of when he first felt your walls hugging his cock tight. With his faraway stare, you wonder if he's thinking about the last time he was in your room. Back when you had no clue and seriously thought you were insane. When you can prove your suspicions, then you'll deal with the fact that they both let you believe the place was haunted or that your brain was fried from working too much. You take a couple of steps over to Jisung and gently touch his arm. He hasn't jumped away from you like before, but he does look at you with such an intense expression that you almost step away from him.
“Ji? Are you good?” you ask, looking him directly in the eyes. He swallows hard, his breathing coming out in quiet huffs.
He prays your eyes don't stray and travel any further than his face. He'd be mortified if you noticed the very prominent bulge he's got right now hidden behind his dark basketball shorts. It's painful just how hard he is, and with each angry pulsation, he fears that he might cum right here in front of you.
“Yeah, I'm... I'm alright, just tired.” He clears his throat and starts to walk to the door.
You feel panic blossom in your chest. What if he goes back to being distant? The thought makes you reach out to him, grabbing the wrinkled white lab coat. Jisung looks over his shoulder, and his heart drops seeing the fear and sadness in your eyes. He knows he's been a huge dick to you, but he figured that would make being away from you easier. Yet he was wrong. He missed your company far more than he missed your tight, wet, perfect cunt. Before his mind can drift off again, you speak up.
“U-uh… I was wondering if you wanted to order from Collision? I know how you love the food there. My treat?” He nods, and his lips perk up into a small smile.
“Sounds good, sweetie. My treat, though, okay? I'll get our usual.”
And then he leaves your room, shutting the door gently behind him. Bewildered is far too weak of a word to describe how you're feeling while you just stand there in the middle of your room with a stupid shocked expression. Jisung has gone back to how he was with you overnight, and it makes you anxious for some reason. Like something big is going to happen really, really soon…
Chan is walking out of Jisung's bathroom when he steps back into his domain. He locks the door and just stares at his friend.
“Uh, sup? Why are you looking at me so weirdly?” Chan asks, chuckling nervously.
“You did it too, didn't you?” Jisung whispers, looking at Chan, who has panic flash across his face.
“No! What? Why would…” Chan trails off, quickly accepting defeat.
“Not while she was sleeping, no.” He finally admits and watches as his best friend walks over to the bed and flops down with an oof.
“Listen Ji, I'm so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do all the things that I knew were the right things to do.” Chan continues, unmoving from his spot in front of Jisung's bathroom door.
“No, I get it. The elixir. This side effect is strange. I don't even know how to describe it, let alone study it.” Jisung inhales deeply and sighs. “On top of that, we're so close to making it last longer than twenty minutes too. I can feel it.”
Chan moves, walking over to the air mattress and carefully sitting down, feeling guilty and also proud of their hard work. He opens his mouth to apologize at least six more times, but when Jisung speaks, he's unable to find his voice.
“Did she like it? You said she was never asleep. She must've wanted it, so she must've enjoyed it. Stupid question…”
His statement hangs in the air like cigarette smoke. Heavy, lingering, suffocating. Chan, with his guilt and desires eating at him, and Jisung's heart hurting due to the unspoken love that he has for you. He wants to be mad at Chan. Shit, he is mad at Chan, but he really understands. Though the little green demon called jealousy is constantly tapping on his ear, telling him that now he's got no chance with you. All the girls love Chan, despite him being just as nerdy as Jisung. With his chiseled abs and jawline, the perfect dimpled smile and accent, the girls at school always had eyes on him. So what's to say you won't fall for Chan now that he's fucked you who knows how many times. Jisung can't bring himself to even ask for a number.
“I try to fight it, Ji. I really try. In the beginning, it was easy, but something shifted… no, cracked in me. One night, she was talking in her sleep. But that talking soon turned to moaning, and at the time, I still felt normal. Until she got… close.” His voice gets quiet, and he trails off.
“Was that the, uh, first time you and her?” Jisung asks, and Chan shakes his head in reply.
“When she, uh, finished in her sleep, she moaned your name, Ji. I know you don't think you deserve her, but you're wrong.”
It's not much, but Chan's words soothe the green-eyed demon that was festering away at Jisung's heart.
Nodding and with a loud exhale, Jisung stands up. “Alright, let's get to work. I know for sure there's a way to tackle the effects as well as lengthen it. We just need to think further out of the box,” he announces, pulling out his phone. “But first, I need to order food.”
That night after dinner, things started to look up for you. Though you don't have any proof yet, Jisung seems to be coming around. You're not back to how things were, but at least he isn't running away from your presence. You sigh and roll onto your back, hitting the yellow "buy now" button on your phone. By the time you get home from work tomorrow, you'll have a wireless discreet camera. A victorious smile spreads across your face as you think, “Gotcha.”
You set your phone aside, the screen dimming as you rise from the bed. The soft rustle of the sheets and the creak of the mattress punctuate the quiet. You can feel him watching you, his gaze almost tangible against your skin. Your heart quickens, not with fear but with excitement, the anticipation of what’s to come making your pulse race.
Slowly, you begin to undress, your movements deliberate and unhurried. The fabric of your clothes slides against your skin, a soft whisper of cotton and lace. You hear a faint, almost inaudible intake of breath, and you smile, knowing the effect you’re having on him.
The room is cool, the air from the open window sending gentle chills across your exposed skin. You can almost feel his presence drawing closer, the warmth of his body cutting through the coolness. Your breath hitches as you feel the first tentative touch – a soft, barely-there caress along your arm, trailing down to your wrist. It’s as if the air itself has come alive, brushing against you with a lover’s touch.
You don’t flinch or pull away; instead, you lean into it, letting your eyes flutter closed as you savor the sensation. His touch grows bolder, more confident, sliding up your arm to your shoulder, tracing the curve of your collarbone. You shiver, a sigh escaping your lips. The feel of his hands – warm, soft – skimming across your body with a reverence that makes you ache.
Chan moves closer, the scent of vanilla intensifying, mingling with the smell of cake batter from your body wash. You can feel his breath now, warm against your neck, goosebumps up and down your arms and legs. His lips follow, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below your ear.
You tilt your head, giving him better access, your fingers threading through the air where you know his hair must be. The sensation is surreal; you've never let your hands roam too much before. You feel his hair through your fingers and his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, his body solid and real against yours despite the invisibility.
The room is filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, the quiet breeze, the faint rustle of sheets as he guides you back to the bed. You lie down, heart pounding in your chest.
His hands are on you again, sliding up your thighs, parting your legs with a gentle insistence. You gasp as his fingers find your core, slick and ready, the sensation electric. He teases you, his touch light and maddening, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.
"Please," you breathe, your voice a desperate plea. There’s a moment of stillness and then he’s on you, in you, filling you with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes you cry out.
The world narrows to the two of you, the sensation of him moving inside you, the slippery sounds of your bodies coming together, the taste of his kiss on your lips. Every touch, every caress, every thrust sends sparks of electricity through your veins.
You cling to him, your fingers digging into the air where his shoulders must be, your body arching into his. His pace quickens, the rhythm of his movements matching the frantic beating of your heart. You can feel the tension coiling inside you, tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
With a final, desperate thrust, you come undone, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. He follows you over the edge, his own release a silent shudder that you feel rather than hear. For a moment, you lie there, your bodies entwined, the air around you heavy with the scent of vanilla and sex.
As you catch your breath, you feel him begin to pull away, the warmth of his body retreating. You reach out, your fingers brushing against nothing but air, a wistful smile on your lips. The room settles back into its quiet stillness. You reach for your phone, the glow of the shipping tracker on the screen lighting up your face once more. For now, you’ll play their game, savoring every touch, every stolen moment. But soon, you’ll have the evidence you need to confront them, to bring their little experiment out into the open.
"Ready to come clean, boys?" you think to yourself, feeling Chan's eyes on you, waiting for the moment he can slip away. He finds that moment when you go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Just in time too, as the effects wear off right as he steps out, coming face to face with Jisung.
“"I'm sorry," Chan whispers, letting his head fall.
There's no need to ask how long he's been standing there or if he heard your moaning. The flexing of his jaw muscle and the steady breathing to keep himself from doing anything he'd regret speak volumes. Chan suggests they should scrap everything and start over. He can't stand the hurt look on Jisung's face; he's like a little brother to him. Never in a million years would he ever hurt him.
“No. We're not far from the end; we can't give up now,” Jisung says quietly, moving away from your door and towards his own as Chan follows. “I know the feeling of not being in control, and with you taking a higher dose than I was… well, I get it. Let's just finish this up as quickly as possible.” Chan mutters a defeated-sounding agreement and trails after him like a sad puppy.
When you get home from work, you find the package containing your new camera. You retreat into your room quickly to set it up. You smile to yourself as you angle it so that it's pointing towards your bed and the bedroom door. At one point, you even thought to rig up some contraption above your door that would dump flour on them when they walked in, but you thought better of it. With your luck, you'd be the one covered in white instead of Chan or Jisung. Though… you still just might be. When you walk out of your room, you see Jisung and Chan talking in front of the door with Channie's bags in his hand.
“You leaving us, Channie?” you ask, worried that you missed the opportunity to catch him on camera and that you just set everything up for nothing.
“Don't worry, I'll be back to bug you two soon. My cousin's having a grand opening for his restaurant in Australia, so I'll be gone for the weekend.” He explains, his eyes darting to his friend nervously. “Stay out of trouble,” he tells Jisung and looks back at you. “Both of you.”
You give him a lazy salute and smile. “Yes, sir,” you respond and walk into the kitchen.
Just you and Jisung for the weekend… This could go either really well or really badly.
The first night was a bit awkward. Jisung is distant again, but not as much as before. He seems to try and talk to you more, but you can see he isn't always fully present in the conversation.
It's not that he isn't paying attention or finds what you are talking about boring. It's the flashbacks that he struggles with around you. The temptation of taking the liquid just to feel you again. He misses how you felt, the sounds he would make you make. Every time he is with you, talking about whatever, it’s almost like he can practically feel you bear hug his cock with your greedy cunt.
The second night isn't any easier, and most of the time, Jisung is in his room, tweaking and testing the elixir on more borrowed rats. Each time he hears you shuffling around the apartment, he wants to chug the whole test tube of the faint aqua liquid.
Those two days, however, you feel defeated. You keep thinking that you wasted money and time on the camera that sits hidden in your room out of sight. In a moment of frustration, you disconnect the device with an annoyed growl.
“Fuck this,” you sigh and sit on the edge of your bed. “Back to the drawing board, I guess. Maybe… maybe I could take a peek inside his room?”
The brainstorming with yourself only keeps coming to a brick wall. The camera was the answer, or so you thought. Now, without anything happening, you figure you missed your window to catch them in the act.
It's Saturday evening, and you've seen Jisung only a few times. You start to worry that he's gone back to his weird avoidance towards you again.
“Hmph. It's not like I have cooties or something,” you mumble, rolling your eyes as you walk into the kitchen, just barely catching a glimpse of your roommate before he hurries into his room.
It's true that he's avoiding you, but at that particular moment, he just didn't want you to see that he had snuck out of the kitchen with your espresso extract. You'd kill him if you knew he was going to use all of it in the name of science. No matter how many times he told himself that it's for a “good cause,” he knows not to come between you and your coffee. Lucky for him, you already had your cup for the day and wouldn't notice that it's missing until tomorrow. Plenty of time for him to replace it.
The idea of adding a strong espresso to the elixir had immediately popped into his head at random. He could feel the light bulb over his head glowing brightly. It was such a simple idea, but he was more than positive that this was what they needed to lengthen the invisibility timeframe.
The tiny white rat squeaked from inside the metal cage that sat on his cluttered desk when he sat down. Its nose twitched curiously, sniffing the air as the strong smell of coffee filled the room. Jisung's glasses slowly slid down his nose, but he was too focused on measuring and mixing to be bothered by it or even adjust them.
“This is it,” he whispered under his breath, eyes sparkling with excitement.
With a glass dropper in his hand, he watched as the now grayish-teal elixir filled the tube. A couple of drops fed to the rat, he started the timer on his phone. Jisung could hear you outside his room singing. It was muffled, but just the sound of you working with the experiment made him hard.
“Maybe if I... No! I promised Chan.” Jisung took a deep breath and kept his eyes on the cage that seemed to be empty.
The occasional squeak and the cage bedding being kicked up was evidence that the rat was indeed still there and still doing just fine. More squeaks from the cage woke Jisung, who had dozed off, and he checked his phone. Thirty-five minutes and the rat was still invisible. He jumped up out of his chair, startling the rodent, who jumped and squeaked some more.
“I did it,” he said out loud. “I fucking did it.”
Only problem now, how will it react with something bigger? Sure, he promised Chan he would stay out of trouble, but this is important. He can't possibly wait until tomorrow when Chan gets home and then wait for him to make it to the apartment. He'd just have to fight the urges. Maybe the espresso canceled out the weird side effects anyway. He had to know how this new version of the elixir would do on a human.
He watched the dark liquid swirl in the flask, heart racing with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he downed the elixir, the bitter taste masked slightly by the coffee. The invisibility kicked in almost immediately, but what he didn't anticipate was the overpowering surge of arousal that came with it. Every nerve in his body was tingling, his cock painfully hard. He was amazed and a little terrified by the intensity.
He paced in his room with a stopwatch in hand as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He was invisible, but the arousal was overwhelming. It had never been this intense before. He checked the mirror obsessively, waiting for any sign of the elixir wearing off, but it didn't happen. Twenty minutes passed, and he was still invisible, still hard, and it was only getting worse. He should be happy that his brilliant idea worked, only if he wasn't going mad.
Then, he heard it. Your voice, soft and innocent, singing in the kitchen. You were singing that old song from Let's Lumos, the one you were obsessed with, "Amortentia." The lyrics hit him hard, mirroring his own hidden feelings for you.
Before he could think, he was moving. The kitchen came into view, and there you were. You were lost in the song, unaware of his presence. His breath caught as he watched you from the kitchen doorway, invisible but so very present. The desire gnawed at him, rational thought slipping away. He moved silently, driven by an overwhelming need to be close to you. Suddenly, without realizing it, he was standing right behind you, the proximity making his breath hitch.
He snatched the headphones off your head, tossing them over the kitchen counter. You yelped, spinning around to face nothing.
“Ji?” you whispered, your eyes flicking around the room.
He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was intense, searing, consuming you whole. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you close, and you moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. When he finally pulled back, you gasped, inhaling deeply like you’d been deprived of oxygen.
“I’ve missed these lips,” he murmured against your skin. One hand slipped inside the front of your shorts, cupping your sex. “I’ve missed these lips even more.”
You gasped, feeling his middle finger slip inside you, your body arching into his touch. His name passed your lips in a hushed whisper, making him groan.
“Fuck, you’re smart. Makes you even sexier. Can I have you, Y/N? Hm? Not Chan, just me.” He slipped another finger inside you, and you cried out, clinging to him.
“Yes!” you gasped loudly. “I’m yours.”
His fingers were gone, and your pajama pants were pulled down. You barely had time to think before he was lifting you onto the counter, his mouth on your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. Every touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine.
His name fell from your lips over and over, each time like a prayer, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed your body.
“Needed you so bad, Y/N. Needed you for so long,” he whispered against your skin. “God, you have no idea.”
You gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him as much as he needed you. “Show me,” you breathed. “Show me how much.”
You felt his hands on you again, rougher now, more insistent. His cock pressed against you, hot and demanding, and you shivered with anticipation.
“Jisung…” you whispered, your hands clutching at his shoulders, needing him closer, deeper.
He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue tangling with yours. He entered you in one swift motion, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He was everywhere, all at once, filling you completely. His thrusts were urgent, desperate, each one making you feel like putty in his arms.
“God, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
The kitchen faded away, the world narrowing down to just the two of you. You didn’t even notice the moment you could see him. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was like a fire, burning away everything but the raw, intense connection between you.
You lost track of time, the only thing that mattered was the way he felt inside you, the way he made you feel. His whispered words of desire, his hands on your body, his lips on your skin. It was all-consuming, a perfect storm of sensation and emotion that left you breathless.
You could barely think, barely breathe, the pleasure building and building until it crashed over you in waves. You came apart in his arms, crying out his name, and he followed soon after, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
You were both panting, clinging to each other as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.
He helped you off the counter, pulling you into his arms. Together, as he carried you, you made your way to the couch and wrapped yourselves in a blanket. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of his arms around you and his heartbeat against your ear.
Hours later, the sound of the door opening jerked you awake. You blinked groggily, realizing that Chan was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide in shock at the sight of you and Jisung, naked and in each other’s arms.
“Guys…?” he said, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.
The blanket slipped slightly, revealing the state of your undress, and you hurried to cover up, as if he hadn't seen you naked for the past month.
“Uh… I can explain…” Jisung started, but Chan just raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Well, this is unexpected,” Chan said, shaking his head. “Guess we need to talk about this, aye?”
You stepped into Jisung's room, your eyes scanning the cluttered space. "Okay, I need to know what you're working on," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
Chan looked at Jisung, eyebrows raised in question. Jisung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She found out on her own..."
"Please," you interrupted, your voice breaking. "I need to understand."
Jisung exchanged a look with Chan, who nodded slightly. "Okay," Jisung said, motioning for you to sit. "But you have to promise to keep an open mind."
You nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. Jisung began to explain, his words technical and complicated. But the gist was clear: they'd created an elixir that grants invisibility. As he spoke, the pieces started to fall into place—the strange occurrences, the feeling of being watched, the vivid dreams.
"So, you're saying... you’ve been invisible this entire time?" you ask, disbelief coloring your tone.
Jisung nods, looking down at his hands. "Yes. We've been testing it, trying to perfect it."
"So the... dreams?" you whisper, not sure you want to hear the answer.
He hesitates, then looks up, meeting your eyes. "That was me."
Your breath catches in your throat. The room spins, and you feel a surge of anger and betrayal. "You... you lied to me, Ji. I was terrified for weeks, thinking I was haunted."
Jisung’s face crumples, and he looks away, shame evident in his posture. "I'm sorry. I never meant for any of that to happen. It started out as a joke. But the side effects… it got carried away.”
Chan stands, his face a mix of shame and disappointment. "I'm sorry too, y/n.” You turn to him, having been waiting for him to say something. “It wasn't just Jisung. I don't know what came over us, but I do know it wasn't something we could control."
Jisung buries his face in his hands. "We fucked up. I fucked up."
You stand, trembling with rage and hurt. "Et tu, Channie?" you say, your voice barely more than a whisper as you look at the curly-haired man who avoids your eye. "How could you guys lie?"
Jisung looks up, tears in his eyes. "I’m so sorry, y/n. I’ll do anything to make it right."
You shake your head, backing towards the door. "I need a moment," you say, your voice hollow. "I can't think."
You walk out of the room and leave the apartment, the weight of Chan and Jisung's betrayal crashing down on you. Outside, the night air is cool and soothing, the feeling of autumn approaching, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you. You walk aimlessly, trying to clear your head, but the pain and confusion follow you.
Back at the apartment, Jisung sits in his room, staring at the door you just left through. Chan stands beside him, silent and disapproving. "We need to fix this," Chan says finally. "We have to make this right, man."
Jisung nods, but deep down, he knows it won’t be that simple. They crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, and the consequences of their actions are only just beginning to unfold.
When you step back into the apartment, you see the backs of Jisung and Chan out on the balcony. The glass door muffles the sounds of their conversation and your footsteps as you walk towards them. Behind the glass, you see tall flames in front of them, and you panic. They've finally done it, you think. They've finally set something on fire. Sliding the door open with speed, the two men turn around quickly, both startled by you.
“What the hell did you burn?!” you ask, looking at both of them.
“Nothing yet,” Jisung says, pointing to the table where every piece of their experiment sits. The notes, every drop of liquid, and even the failed experiments.
“We talked a lot, y/n, and we came to the mutual decision to destroy everything. It's not worth it if it means destroying anything with you,” Chan says, bringing you to tears.
“We would hug you, but the side effects have some lingering symptoms. You're very difficult to be around, let alone touch, right now. Sorry, y/n.” Chan tells you, and Jisung awkwardly coughs, which makes you laugh.
“Listen. Maybe you don't have to destroy it. Maybe you could change it to be some kind of sex enhancement drug? Doesn't sound too difficult for you two.” You appreciate that they'd actually destroy something that could make them billionaires. “How about calling it Love? That's cute, right?”
“Fuck, y/n. Your brain is so fucking sexy.” Jisung grumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face and up into his hair, making you blush and giggle.
“About time you two stop this silent mutual pining,” Chan says, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's wait for the stuff to get out of our system before that, maybe.” Jisung laughs and smiles your way. “I mean, if you want to, of course.”
“Ji, of course I do. I told you, I'm yours.” You reassure him, watching his cheeks turn red and ignoring Chan's dramatics pretending to gag.
“Okay, lovebirds, let's get this stuff back inside if we aren't getting rid of it, yeah? Gotta figure out where to store it before we start y/n’s genius idea.”
“I kinda like the side effects.” You say timidly, and both men look at you in surprise and you laugh.
You help them carry everything back inside, feeling a new sense of calm. Once everything is safely stored and locked in a crate that only you have the key to, the three of you head back into the apartment, the door sliding shut behind you. Jisung and Chan exchange a glance, both knowing that their bond with you, though strained, is far from broken.
"We’ll figure it out," Jisung says softly, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Now that there are no secrets."
You nod, smiling, "No secrets."
And for the first time in weeks, you feel a glimmer of optimism. The experiment may have changed everything, but it also brought a truth to light that you and Jisung needed to face. Now, you can rebuild the trust that was lost.
As the night deepens, you find comfort in the fact that, despite everything, you're happy. And if that's a side effect, then you'll gladly endure it all.
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This is about to be SO self indulgent but 🤫
Name: Kelly. Nickname: Kells. Pet names: sweetheart, baby. Female. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Always rosy cheeks.
Scenario: You’re best friends with Ruffilo, you call him to pick you up. It’s your birthday, and you’re at a bar with your girlfriends. Noah, who you’re also close with via Nick, answers Nick’s phone instead, comes to pick you up. You’re not drunk, at most you’re a little tipsy, but somehow you start rambling about how you’ve always wanted to try the birthday tradition of an orgasm for every year you’ve been alive. (You’re lucky if you go more than 10.) “Is that what you want? Because I didn’t get you a present.” Cue filthy sex and yes, Noah being a munch. More of a friends with benefits type vibe, no confessed feelings. Still affectionate though, he obviously cares about you and wants to make you feel good. Aftercare and cuddles!!!! Lots of praise!!!! But also he has such a filthy mouth akdkksjd
This is filthy I KNOW forgive me 😭 hank you!!!!!!
Let's switch it up, shall we? This one's from Noah's perspective.
After Writing Notes: No plot. No development. Just...orgasms. I hope you enjoy!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Oral (fem rec), dirty talk, PnV, a word that makes me cringe to say, let alone write....
Anything More Than Human
If these motherfuckers didn't shut up soon, I was going to lose my entire fucking mind. All I wanted, our first day back from tour, was to sit in my room, relax, and play fucking Overwatch. That was unbearably difficult to do when all of my dickhead brothers decided today was the best day to throw a God damn party, celebrating the end of the tour. You would think that, given I was the owner of the house, that they’d respect my want for space.
It didn’t help at all that I hadn’t told them they couldn’t, but that was just my overwhelming need to please – which Jolly gave me shit for constantly. So what the fuck?!
I had tried to focus, keeping music blasting through my headset, and focusing on my computer screen. However, the music they played downstairs was shaking the walls of the house, making it nearly impossible to ignore. After the sixth game that I had fucked off from lack of concentration, I finally got so agitated that I threw my headset at my keyboard, cursing out of frustration. It was maddening, and truly, giving me a migraine.
Giving up hope of any type of relief, I stood up, pulling a shirt over my head, and took a deep breath before exiting my room. I didn’t want to take my irritation out on the guys, or any of the many guests they had invited over. It wasn’t their faults. They just needed to blow off some steam. We just all had different ways of doing that.
Heading downstairs, eyes scanning the living room, I took note of the thick cloud of smoke hanging in the air. I could smell the pot before I saw it, but it still made my jaw tick. I just had that couch cleaned.
Straying directly into the kitchen, I huffed while pulling the fridge open, ignoring the lingering bodies around the countertop with drinks in their hands. I was certain they had noticed me, but I couldn’t even begin to care less. Pulling a water from the shelf, I heard the back door sliding open.
“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come down all night!” Folio’s voice was thick with alcohol, words slurring together slightly.
I turned around to face him. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t focus on my game.”
He nodded, bumping my shoulder with his own. “Sorry man. You should come outside. Jolly got the fire pit going, and there’s at least six girls hanging around asking about you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Nah man, I’m going to watch a movie or something.”
“Ah c’mon, Noah. We just got home! We should be having fun!”
I swallowed a large gulp of water, wiping my lips off with the back of my hand. “That is fun to me, man.”
He shook his head. “How long has it been?”
I knew what he was asking, but playing dumb was too easy. “Since…?”
The shrill sound of a phone ringing pulled my attention from him momentarily, and I noticed an iPhone on the other side of the counter lit up.
“Since you got laid?”
I snorted. “Not that long. Like, three months?”
It was Folio’s turn to let his eyes roll back. “You talking about that thing with Moriah? Dude, that doesn’t fucking count.”
Before the ringing could have stopped for a full thirty seconds, it started again. “Sure it did!”
“Oh please, you didn’t even fuck her!”
Chuckling, I shoved him. “Head counts, dude.”
“Not unless you’re the one getting it, it doesn’t.” Folio pointed at me as if he had made the most valid point.
I scoffed. “Says you, fetus.”
He cracked up at this. Before he could say more, both of us were distracted by the phone ringing again.
“Whose fucking phone is ringing?” I scanned around the room, searching for the owner of the cell that was nearly exploding.
“Uh, I think that’s Nick’s?”
I snatched it off the counter, seeing the name flashing.
It was Kelly. That was odd. She should be here, I would think?
Making my way out the back door where Nick was, I took note of the girl in his lap, currently pressing her breasts so far in his face, he was practically inside of her bra. I walked up behind him, bumping his shoulder with my hand.
“Hey, bro. Kelly’s blowing you up.”
Nick just cocked his head up to look at me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here?”
I just smacked him harder. “Dude, she’s calling back to back, it’s probably important.” I looked at the screen as it darkened, and looked back to Nick. “Why isn’t she here?”
He was back to his business between the unnamed girls’ tits when he answered. “She went out with Savannah and Erica for her birthday.”
His phone lit up again, her name flashing on the screen. “Are you going to answer it?”
He dismissed me. “I’ll call her back.”
Sighing hard, I stepped away, further into the backyard where the music wasn’t blaring so loudly. I swiped the call open, and put it up to my left ear, plugging my right with a finger.
“Hello?”
“Nick?!” Her voice was borderline frantic.
“It’s Noah. Nick’s, uh,” I chanced a glance back at him, seeing he was lip-locked with the blonde. “he’s busy. What’s up, dude?”
“I need a ride. Bad.” She sounded wrecked.
“What’s wrong, Kells? Where are you?”
“I’m at Shaughnessy’s on 22nd. I need to go home.”
My legs began carrying me toward the house. “Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”
“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be outside.”
-
The bar was overflowing with patrons. Men and clearly drunk girls were littering the sidewalk around the building. My eyes scanned for Kelly, but couldn’t see her. It wasn’t until I rounded the corner that I could see her deep brown hair from behind a bulky guy, towering over her. Kelly wasn’t the shortest girl around, but this guy was easily as tall as I was. The look on her face told me she was not happy to be there.
Finding a space on the street, I pulled in, ignoring the meter, and stepped out of my car.
“I’m telling you, honey, my place is like a five-minute walk. We can go there, have something to eat. I’ll take you home later.”
Her eyes held something strongly resembling fear, and her body language was closed off and uncomfortable.
That is, until she saw me. Her hazel stare met mine, and she knew she was finally getting out of this.
“Hey!” The guy turned around, red-rimmed eyes staring directly at me. “Time to go.” I addressed Kelly directly, and she slipped quickly from behind the dickhead, who looked bewildered. I held a hand out, which she took graciously.
“What the fuck?” He stared at us as I began pulling her back toward the street. “You never said you had a boyfriend!”
“Yeah, well, live and learn, asshole!” I hollered back, not giving him a second look. My fingers interlaced with hers, leading her to the passenger door of my Mazda 3, and tucked her into the car safely. Before I closed the door, I bent down, looking right at her.
“You good, sweetheart?”
She only nodded in response.
I rounded the vehicle and took my seat quickly, wasting no time pulling away from the curb. Kelly lived a good thirty minutes away, and by the look on her face, I could tell I needed to cut that back in any way I could.
Shifting into first gear, I pulled forward and we were gone, leaving the bar and it's problems behind us.
"What happened to your friends, Kells?" It occurred to me that I may have just left two more girls stranded at a crowded bar in downtown Los Angeles...
"They fucking left me!" Her words exploded out of her, which took me back. Kelly was typically calm, cool, and controlled. She rarely had outbursts of any kind.
She had definitely been drinking, however.
"Those fucking bitches! They met up with some of their guys friends that I didn't even know would be there! Ended up ditching me because I didn't want to go with them to a club." Her arms folded over her chest, a visible pout on her lips.
Kelly was adorable when she was angry, and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell.
We had known each other for six - no, seven years now, and had what one might call a semi-close relationship? Nick introduced me to her after our first headlining tour, when we passed through West Virginia, as his best friend. Their Moms were best friends growing up, so, naturally, they grew up together from near birth.
Kelly's a warm human being, and brings a serious sense of perspective and calm to the group of absolute imbeciles the guys and I tend to be. Nick and Kelly's relationship was reminiscent of siblings, and we had all grown to view her as a member of our little family. She joined us on most of our tours these days, and we moved her to Los Angeles two years ago. It was easier for her to help out with managing schedules, merch drops, and the other random things she handled for us when we were overly stressed out.
Due to her integral part of our family, she was off-limits at all times. Folio took that one the hardest, given they were the same age, and something about her drew him in. We all had the hard rules - no dating Kelly. No fucking Kelly. No making passes at Kelly. Mild flirting was as far as it ever got between her and I, and even then, it was usually in our rare moments of privacy, like now.
Did I find her attractive? Sure. Everyone did. How could you not? She was fit, and happy to show it - nearly always wearing shorts or crop tops that made it clear she worked out for a good time. Her brown hair was always hung loose, wisping around her face and messy; natural. She wore very little makeup, so her eyes were always free to shine, as they should.
My favorite thing about her, though? She had this constant natural blush over her. Her cheeks always had a tinge of pink to them, making her just look like a glow in a darkened room. A bright, fae-like creature.
It was hard to describe, but it was so fucking cute.
Typically, that's all I usually thought of Kelly; cute. Sweet. Adorable. Funny. Laid-back. Easy to talk to.
But today, on her birthday?
She was clearly aiming to turn some heads, as she was wearing short black jean shorts, a black tank top that was ripped in the center, showing just enough cleavage to make a man stare. Her hair was tightly curled, giving it volume that it normally didn't possess. Her eyes were made-up more than normal, sharp black eyeliner giving her eyes a cat-like effect. Her lipstick was black as well, making her teeth shine brightly behind it.
She looked...fucking hot.
Thinking of her outfit brought me back to the current conversation.
"How much have you had to drink?"
She shrugged then, her eyes taking on a guilty look. "Only like...two long island iced teas?"
This made me crack a smile. "That's usually the limit on those, you know."
She sheepishly grinned, her blush spreading. "Yeah, that's what the bartender told me when I tried to order another."
"Are you drunk?"
She shook her head. "I was, but fucking Josh...or Jared? I don't remember his name. He fucking killed my buzz mostly, so now I just feel kind of tired."
We were turning through the hills of the valley, the streets pitch black around us. "I'm sorry to hear that." I pursed my lips. "I'm also sorry that I forgot today was your birthday."
She waved a hand at me, dismissing my apology. "You're the worst with dates, Noah. I don't mind."
I scoffed, feigning offense. "I am not!"
This made her all-out laugh. "Noah, if your birthday wasn't on Halloween, you'd forget it every year."
Opening my mouth to speak, I stopped. Because...where was the lie?
"Well, still." I cleared my throat. "I feel bad, because I didn't get you a gift."
Her face was turned to the window. "No worries, hon. It's really no biggie."
Kelly's voice was sad and small, then. "I'll still get you something!" This made her turn her face, smiling somberly at me. "What do you want? Anything you want."
Her face scrunched up, then. The corner of her lip was turned up in a small smirk, and she shook her head.
"Nothin'. Don't worry about getting me anything."
I caught this out of the corner of my eye. "Nope, I saw that. What is it? What do you want?"
I wasn't letting this go.
"Noah, you can't get me what I want, so I will just count this ride home as my gift. Trust me, it means a lot."
Shaking my head fervently, I turned my car onto the freeway. "Nuh-uh, not happening. I'm sure I can get it somewhere, whatever it is."
This made her cackle. "It's not a thing."
Pursing my lips, I looked at her from under a raised brow. "Is it a puppy?"
Still bursting with laughter, she waved a hand at me. "No. I don't need a puppy."
"Kitty?"
"No."
"Then what is it?" I was getting frustrated. What could she possibly want? An island?!
She dropped her face in her hands. "Ugh, maybe I am still buzzed."
"Spit it out, Kells!"
"I want to get laid, okay?!" Her voice was shrill, clearly laced with embarrassment. Some kind of flood gate had unleashed, and I was too stunned to do anything about it.
"I wanted to meet someone, someone decent, and have stupid, gross, un-fucking-believable sex! I wanted to try that thing where you have an orgasm for every year? Twenty-seven is crazy, but fuck, I never ask for fucking anything! I just wanted to be fucked so hard I slept like a rock afterward and could get some of this pent-up stress out!"
The car was silent for a solid minute and a half after she finished speaking. The longer the air lingered without sound, I could see her slowly sinking further down into her seat - obviously mortified at her omission.
I finally decided to take a deep breath, letting out a small cough to disrupt the tension.
"Well," I exited the highway, now only minutes from her apartment. "then I guess it's going to be a long night, eh?"
I watched the shock strike over her features. "What?!"
Finally building the confidence I needed, I chanced a glance over at her while we sat at a red light. "I mean, I said anything you wanted, didn't I?"
She began waving her hands between us. "Oh no. No, no, no. We are not doing that."
"No? I thought you said a decent guy? Am I not?"
Her face was absolutely flabbergasted, and I felt my pants getting tighter just thinking about it.
"Of course you are, Noah. Probably the most decent guy I know. But, there's rules in place for a reason..."
"How do you know about the rules?"
She smirked then, rolling her eyes. "Folio told me."
Sucking my teeth, my vehicle started moving again, my hand gripping the shifter. "Well, rules are meant to be broken, right?"
"Noah..." Her eyes were bulging. "You can't just sleep with me because I'm desperate. That's just sad."
"Excuse me?" We were pulled into her complex now, my car idling in the parking space facing her building. "What did you say?"
Her head hung, then. She was still embarrassed, but now she looked depressed as well.
"I know you and I aren't like that. I don't want you suffering through something like that with me, just because I'm hard up."
Scoffing loudly, I turned my body to look at her, a finger lifting to pull her chin up so she could look at me. "Baby," Her eyes finally met mine. "make no mistake at all, I would've fucked you years ago, had I been allowed."
There's that blush again. I let my finger fall, tracing down her chest as it did, catching the rips in her shirt.
"Maybe you are hard up." I let my lids fall half-closed, admiring that her breasts bounced slowly when her breathing was erratic like this. "Maybe I am too." I looked back up at her, letting my teeth pull at the skin of my bottom lip. "Maybe it was for the best that I picked up the phone, and not Nick?"
Her lips were parted, and I could tell she was entranced.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
-
Not to sound self-absorbed, but I can be very persuasive. One of my best, and most redeeming qualities is definitely the art of charm. In all fairness, it didn't take very long to convince Kelly that her needs were due to be met, but I had melted her like butter in seconds after we entered her apartment. Clothes flew quickly, hands grabbing everywhere, and nervous giggles escaping the both of us when the harsh reality would sink in of exactly what we were doing.
I, of course, checked to ensure she was sober enough to enjoy our fun responsibly, and asked her to drink some water before we got started. I wanted her to remember this birthday. I also planned to dehydrate the hell out of her.
That is how I found myself buried between her bare thighs, her ass perched comfortably on her dining room table, tits jumping as her hips bucked against my face. My tongue was drawing some of the most lovely sounds out of her. Her head had fallen back, curls cascading down her back, eyes closed in absolute pleasure.
My index and middle finger worked inside of her, walls clenching around me as her first orgasm hit her, making her curse my name multiple times.
After her legs had calmed their shaking, I stood in front of her, my shirt discarded on the floor, and assessed her state. She looked absolutely blissed out, her eyes half-masked, and a lazy grin painting her face.
"Wow." Was all she managed. Her black lipstick had smeared slightly, and tears were pulling her eyeliner down her cheeks.
"One down." I breathed out, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.
Her back fell back on the table, legs dangling off of the edge. "Noah," She chuckled. "we don't have to do what I had said. That was me being insane."
She wasn't looking at me anymore, so she completely missed me slipping my wallet from my pocket, pulling out the condom, and sheathing it over my erection, stroking it over.
"No?" My hands grabbed her hips, snatching her forward so she was halfway off of the table. Her head snapped up to look at me, startled. "Cause I was planning to see how far we'd get."
Nudging her entrance, I saw her eyes blow wide, mouth hanging open.
"Unless you don't want to?" I stilled, checking her face for protest.
She said nothing, teeth catching her bottom lip. I dared to press in, and her eyes fluttered closed again, head falling back with a thud on the table.
"Holy fuck." It came out as a prayer off of her lips, and I smiled, satisfied at the tight squeeze of her around me. I pressed all the way in to the hilt, my own body spasming from the sensation.
"Jesus Christ, baby. I had no idea you could take cock this fucking good."
I watched her chest rise and fall, nipples perk and begging for attention. I reached a hand up, rolling one between my fingers.
"So fucking beautiful, sweetheart."
Her pussy clenched down around me as I spoke to her, and I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" She glanced at me, looking sheepish again. "You like that, baby? Like hearing how much of a good little slut you are?"
Kelly let out the softest moan I had ever heard, her body flooding at the same time. My hips started snapping rhythmically, keeping an even pace.
I leaned down, letting my mouth close around her nipple, tongue circling it and teeth nipping it.
"You pictured this before, haven't you?" I let my lips trail up to her neck, breathing into her skin. "Me pounding into you? Fucking you until there's nothing left?"
She was almost catatonic at the pleasure she was experiencing, and I couldn't deny how close I was getting, sliding in and out of her wet lips. I felt myself beginning to tighten, and the coil in my belly threatening to snap. She had to come again, that was the entire goal.
Standing straight, my hand reached for her clit, thumb circling it expertly. That's when the real screaming began.
"That's it, baby. Show me how much you love it. Let everyone hear it."
Her hips shook, trying desperately to meet my thrusts while I touched her.
She tightened again, and I knew she had finished. Fortunately, my own orgasm came rolling over me at the same time.
I fucked her through the waves of euphoria, sliding her back on the table so she wouldn't fall.
It took me a moment to gather my breathing before I was able to slide the condom off and dispose of it in the garbage. I noticed she had lifted herself off of the table, standing in front of it and gathering her melted thoughts, working on her breathing.
Coming up behind her, I circled her waist, moving hair off of her neck, and leaned into her. "Hey," My voice was a whisper. She hummed at me in return. "you okay?"
She nodded, leaning her had back on my chest. "More than okay."
Grinning, I nuzzled my nose into her neck behind her ear. "Let's get you in a shower."
I led her to the bathroom, starting the water and waiting for it to warm up. She stood, scrutinizing her face in the mirror.
"I look like hell, dude." Was all she managed to say. This made me snicker.
"You look like you just got fucking railed."
This made her burst in laughter, holding onto the counter for support. "I mean...you're not wrong." She pointed a finger at me.
Opening the curtain, I motioned for her to get into the water, and I followed suit. She let her head sit under the spray, saturating her dark hair. I leaned against the tile wall, giving her space. Kelly went to work washing her face, scrubbing the makeup off, leaving only a trace of a shadow underneath from her mascara.
She then washed her hair, conditioning, and ran her loofah over her body. I took note of how she tenderly cleaned herself between her legs, likely due to sensitivity. Was I proud? One-hundred percent.
I waited until she was all rinsed and relaxed, before I stepped behind her, running my palm down her back, tracing the scattered tattoos she had. Her body leaned into my touch, and I used the opportunity to pull her into me, leaning her against me. I found this to be most comfortable for her, given the height difference between us.
I brought myself close to her ear, my voice low. "So, I've gotten two out of you, right?"
I caught her smile from the corner of my eye. "Three."
"Ah," I licked the side of her neck softly. "well, I've still got a lot of ground to cover."
She didn't respond, so I let my hand trail down her stomach, reaching her swollen lips, spreading them with my fingers.
"Also," I didn't stop my work, slipping a finger in as gently as possible to not overstimulate her. "I didn't know you had a praise kink."
Letting out a breathless laugh, she pressed her weight into me, allowing me full access. "There's a lot I don't tell you."
"That's so sexy, baby." My finger massaged her sweet spot, pulling pants out of her with each stroke. "Knowing you like to hear how good you are. How beautiful," I quickened the pace. "how amazing," I pressed in further, making her groan. "and fucking tight."
"Ugh, Noah. That feels so amazing." She had a hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into the skin.
"You going to come for me, just like this, sweetheart? Make it this easy for me?" My hand sped up, her voice high-pitched and desperate for more.
"Noah, don't stop. Please. That's so fucking good."
"Going to come all over me, baby? Come on, girl. You can do it. I've got you." My arm pulled her waist closer to me, taking on her body weight so she could focus.
"Fuck, I'm coming, fuck..."
I felt the spray of her release on my hand, and I slipped my fingers out, pressing on her clit, forcing a scream from somewhere deep in her chest.
"God damn, baby. Did you just squirt for me? Didn't know you could do that." Amazed, I palmed her pussy, massaging it through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Ha, me neither." She seemed just as surprised as me.
"Mm," I left a soft slap over her clit, making her jump. "well, let's see if we can do it again."
Without warning, I pulled her down, bringing us down into the tub, the spray of the shower still hitting us, turning colder as the seconds passed. She laid on my body, my re-hardened cock pressing up into her back. Her hands braced on my knees, and I used a hand to open her legs, running the tips of my fingers through her slick folds. Soft whimpering noises were falling out of her; her body completely turning over to me for whatever I had planned for her.
Mercilessly, I penetrated her with two fingers, my other hand gripping her hair at the base of her skull so I could wrench her neck to the side, biting down on the soft skin.
"You've got this, baby girl. Give me another, you can do it."
Kelly's fingertips were bruising my legs where she gripped, eyes rolling back violently while her back arched. She was hitting an edge, so I pulled my hand out suddenly, and circled the hood of her clit, eliciting a sickening, guttural sound out of her.
"N-Noah..." Fighting for breath, she writhed under me. "I...need to..."
"You don't need anything, baby. Nothing but me." I whispered directly in her ear.
Her hips bucked up, climax hitting her, and I could feel her pulse through my fingers, still pressing on her pussy.
"Noah, I can't take anymore. I really can't." She was begging for reprieve, and was lucky I was feeling generous.
Peppering her shoulder and arm with soft kisses, I ran my hands up her sides. "No problem, baby. Let's go get comfortable."
After we both redressed, me back into my original clothes, her into her pajamas, we found a comfortable spot on her couch. I sat, legs apart, pulled her down between them, tucking her comfortably against my chest. She curled into me, exhausted and buzzing from our evening together. The effects of the alcohol had long worn off.
"You doing okay, Kells?"
She mumbled into my chest, already sounding half-gone. "Mhm." She yawned, a small sound. "Sleepy."
"Why don't we get you in bed?" I smirked, rubbing circles into her back. "Unless you want more?"
I felt her shiver underneath me. "I can't. I might have a stroke if I have another orgasm."
This made me snicker, pulling her head back into me.
"This is a secret?"
She didn't audibly respond, just pulled back and looked at me, a pleading look on her face.
I wasn't bothered by that, per se. Would I like to brag to my boys a little about it? Sure. Did I get the slightest heaviness at the idea of her not wanting anyone to know what we did? Maybe.
But, at the end of the day, I respected her enough to know that keeping this friendship meant much more to her than five orgasms.
Turning my mouth upward, I ran a thumb over her cheek, meeting her lips that I managed to keep away from the entire night.
Kissing felt like...too much?
"My lips are sealed, sweetheart."
Satisfied with that, she cuddled back into me, and it took no time at all before I heard the soft snores of her slumber. Once I was sure she was down deep enough, I lifted her from the couch, careful to keep her head steady against me, and trekked into her bedroom.
Setting her gently down, I pulled the covers over her, and took one last look. Her face was so peaceful. So comfortable.
Some kind of something sparked inside me, but it didn't matter. It was time to go.
Locking her doorknob on the way out, I took the steps two at a time on the way down, yawning while I climbed into my car.
My phone buzzed in the console, and that was when I realized I had left it there in my haste. Nick's face flashed on the screen, and I swiped the call open.
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Did you pick up Kelly?"
I couldn't stop the grin that spread, but he couldn't see that. "I did."
A hard sigh of relief came through the receiver. "Thank fuck, dude. I saw her texts just now. You good, man? It's been hours."
Starting my car, I let the call switch to my Bluetooth as I backed out of the space. "Yep, all good here."
Nick's voice was skeptical. "Where are you?"
"Headed home. Just wanted to make sure she got to bed okay. She had been drinking."
"Ah, okay. She's okay?"
My teeth shined, and my eyes stared back at me with a dark, beaming gaze in the rearview mirror.
"Oh, yeah. She's just fine."
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im so unwell about q!pac no its not even funny anymore i need to put him in a terrarium up on a shelf and keep him safe up there. he doesn't deserve any bad thing, ever. i don't even care about "having a good story" or "giving your character a conflict" anymore, nah, no, if ONE (1) MORE BAD THING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA LOSE IT!! IM GONNA START BREAKING THINGS!!!
he's so. sad. hes such a sad character. his insecurities about being useless to everyone are so real and so painful because he's not, all of us know that he's not, but we also completely understand why he feels that way because he's had everyone he loves ripped away from him and he hasn't been able to lift a finger to stop any of it. he's just left to sit in the ruins without any help. he's collateral to all the tragedy surrounding him and the favela 5 in general and he's. tired. not in the way that cellbit is tired (though that works, too). he's exhausted of feeling sad all the time. of crying all the time. of feeling that loneliness that gnaws holes into his bones and settles in the marrow and never leaves, not when richas' bed is empty, not when mike's bedroom has started to collect dust, not when he can't see a real, tangible presence in forever's dilated eyes. the only person he has is cellbit, and he could never ask cellbit to give up what he still has when pac has nothing to lose (and god, how selfless, how kind is that?), so when he figures the only way to get an antidote to the drug is to have the drug itself, why wouldn't he offer himself up? and if that wasn't the only reason he tried to get his hands on it, who could blame him?
maybe he took it first to just feel the effects and understand the angle it took in affecting his mind. maybe he just took it for research. do you think he had slipped by the second time? do you think he took it once and, for a short thirty minutes, found that he could forget about all the sorrow lining his lungs and breathe? do you think reality crashed back onto him after that first try? do you think he was scrambling to take it again, to go back to that...maybe it wasn't blissful ignorance, per se, but willful disregard? do you think he couldn't wait to be submerged so deep that he couldn't think one more time? do you think he was hesitant? do you think he kept promising himself, one more, one more, one more...
god he is so. so sad. i was watching phil's pov, so everything was like a neat little movie for me, and just. cellbit and forever arguing while pac was just sobbing in the background was AWFUL. just. awful. it hurt. (cc!pac was damn good at acting, too, and that DID NOT HELP.) the moment he stepped on the trap i felt like i was hit with a brick. like no, of COURSE we should NOT be putting PAC in a CONFINED JAIL CELL. ALONE. and i know it was for his own good but i still felt so so so sick. the way he immediately curled up in the corner. the way he was crying to himself. the way he instantly answered richas' birthday the moment bad asked for it. the way he got visibly more upset and terrified when cellbit started shouting at forever. what the hell. no seriously what the HELL.
and, like, oh my god, making him the one to solve the antidote? proving that even though he may have fallen to the drug (the drug which was basically created by GODS, by the way, lets be real, the federation is nawt normal), he's still so useful. he's still such an asset. he's smart and he's kind and he's charismatic and he's trusting and he's so so selfless and so so brave and so strong. tubbo put it perfectly. the fact that he's gone through all the horrible awful stuff he's gone through and he's still standing just proves how capable he is. how tough he is. cellbit calling him "my dear." pointing out the fact that he sacrificed himself without knowing he was going to come back. "i'm only afraid of being sad again." "you will be sad again. but you won't be alone." he's so. he's just. he's. im frothing at the mouth. he gave himself up to save the rest of the island from this plague that took one of his best friends and might've taken the entire island if he didn't do anything. under that stress. experiencing that level of loss.
pac is one of the toughest goddamn people on the island and if anyone on that server even dares try to imply otherwise i will do heinous heinous things, mark my WORDS.
#writing a post about q!pac isn't enough i need to inject his character directly into my bloodstream (risus-core)#pactw#pac tazercraft#qsmp#qsmp spoilers#cellbit#qsmp richarlyson#forever#mikethelink#mike tazercraft#god he makes me insane#myyyy baby myy baby#you're my baby say it to me#myyyyy baby mmyyyy baaaaabyyy#tell your baby that iiiim youuur baaaabyyy#iiiiii bet on looosinggg doggsss <- going insane#its him he's the losing dog#drug abuse
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Strings of their hearts, Prolouge
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This is a prolouge to see if you guys like it so far, the chapters will be longer after this so do not fret!! The cast will be introduced after the full version of THIS chapter, after I post this though I will be drawing the "date" outfits, as in the only design change I'm making is giving them a cute outfit to wear on a date with you.
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Silence, unbearable silence filled the forest around the dark clearing you were in. The forest around you lacked the sounds of anything; no birds; no bugs; no animals; no one. The only light to guide you around the small clearing was the moon above you, yet still it only lit up the clearing. Not the forest. That damn forest, you didn't know who was in there, what was in there, if there was anything in there at all. It called to you, begging you to come figure out if you were alone or not. The uncertainty was killing you, and the silence was driving you insane, then you heard it.
The breathing
The slow almost silent practiced steps
It stopped behind you
You didn't dare turn around
The growling
Turned to screaming
You crumbled to the ground unable to bear the unnatural sound, laying flat on the ground now, unmoving, you wondered if you were dead.
Then silence filled the air again, and more; and somehow; silence filled the silence.
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Wake up.
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You bursted from your dream, flying up to sit up in your bed. Cold sweat practically dripping from your face. It was that dream again.. you couldn't stand that dream, the uncanny silence always followed by you falling to the ground and wondering what was happening, or what happened really. You never fully understood why you started having that reoccurring dream, you never did anything in the waking world to even cause the dream. You didn't watch horror movies alot, and you haven't been to a forest since you were a pre-teen. Even then, your memories about that summer were blurry and you couldn't remember what happened.
Looking to your nightstand you read your clock "5:00 AM" You sighed, 'time to get up' . You and your friend group had an entire weekend planned out, you all had been planning this for a few weeks, you all would take 3 of your vacation days off of work and go do fun stuff. Fun stuff as in go out on the town for 2 days and regret it all on the third and go back to work on the 4th, today you all were gonna go shopping, you all had very decent jobs so it wasn't very hard to save up alot of spending money.
So not wanting to be late you got up and trudged to your bathroom, flicking the light on you slightly jolted at your appearance 'damn I look like shit man..' you sighed, your hair an absolute mess and your shirt had a wet spot of drool on the collar. Getting ready was the easiest part of most of your days, as you usually knew exactly what was going to happen in the day, so you knew how to dress. But as this days only objective was to "go shopping" it was to vague to know exactly how to dress, but going casual should be good enough. Getting in and out of the shower was a simple task other than the undying fear that you'll slip and break your neck.
You dried your hair with a towel, you wouldn't brush it till you went downstairs. Throwing on your grey button up and torn jeans you shut the lights off and headed downstairs to do your hair and eat breakfast "alexa play don't worry he happy" you stated nonchalantly, it was your favorite song to play in the mornings to calm the nerves.
Humming along to the song, you shuffled to the kitchen in your socks. 'Hmm cereal or eggs...cereal...or....nah cereals easier' you moved over to the cabinets, opening them and pulling out the generic unhealthy colorful marshmallow cereal. You only had a few dishes in your kitchen as you lived alone, unlike your friends who had spouses and kids already. You preferred to live alone, it was more peaceful this way, you had less to worry about. Though you didn't hate the idea of a family, you just didn't really have time to go on dates, you hadn't even had a vacation since you first got your new job. Shaking your head you brought your thoughts back to the task at hand : 'find a bowl and spoon and eat already dude!'
As soon as you got your bowl of cereal ready you moved to your large living room, with black leather couches and dark rugs that complemented the rest of your homes dark pallette. You turned your large mounted TV on and immediately changed it to cartoons, not really wanting to bother watching the News, you already knew the world was going to shit you didn't need another reminder while you where trying to eat your color bombed cereal.
You sighed in content when you settled on spongebob, the joyful sponge making you forget about it all. You finished eating and reached to your brush that was laying on the couch from the previous day of you being to tired to put it up, sighing you brush through all the tangles of your messy hair and half styling it, as in you just brushed your bangs out of your eyes and called it a day.
You pulled your phone from your jeans right pocket, seeing it was already "7:45 AM" you smiled, it was time to go pick up some of your friends!
#welcome home#welcome home au#wally darling x reader#julie joyful x reader#sally starlet x reader#fanfiction#horror
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Jujutsu Kaisen Halloween Edition
⚠️Warning for spoilers so if you haven't finished the series then take that into consideration. This was originally written in two parts but I will be combining them into one long post. I hope you enjoy!
"Do you have any idea what time it is Itadori?"
"C'mon Fushiguro, you said you would spend Halloween with me and Kugisaki!"
Megumi rubbed at his eyelids and yawned. "Did you really need to wake me up at 5:00 AM though?"
"Oh yeah, about that. You know how Gojo sensei is when it comes to candy. He's all, 'IT'S FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED!'. I just figured you would want some before the entire schools stock is gone."
"...Save me some dark chocolate."
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"All right, so what's the plan for today?"
"I thought about having a horror movie marathon-"
"It's not that stupid earthworm crap is it?"
"N-no Kugisaki!"
Yuji let a single tear fall as he slipped the complete human earthworm DVD boxset into the garbage bin.
"I'll come back for you, I promise!" He whispered.
"Who are you talking to Itadori?"
"Huh? No one! Well I guess we better start coming up with some ideas if movies are out."
"I've got one!"
"It better not be what I'm thinking Kugisaki!"
"Chill out Fushiguro! No need to act like a grumpy old man all the time, it gives you more wrinkles."
Megumi sighed. "Fine. Let's hear it."
"We go to the graveyar-"
"NO!"
"Hey, I wasn't finished yet! Itadori!"
"Let's just listen to what she has to say Fushiguro..."
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"As I was saying! We visit a graveyard."
"Why do you want to go to a cemetery!?"
"Because I can bring a Luigi board and talk to spirits with it."
"I think it's called a weegee board Kugisaki..."
"I swear, you're both idiots!"
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Mahito was now past the entrance to Jujutsu High, Geto/AKA/Kenjaku needing him to do so for who knows what. The curse then looked down at the list the strange man had given him. "Too bad there's no pictures. It sucks being illiterate!"
Just then someone walked past him. He kind of looked like a gorrila and after looking around he wasn't sure if it was a part of the man's costume or just his natural appearance. "Truly a costume worthy of being in the contest! Brother, you must join us!"
Todo then began dragging Mahito by the arm. "STOP! TAKE YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF ME, YOU DAMN, DIRTY APE!"
"But Brother! Everyone must see the wonderful Frankenstein costume you've created!"
"HELP! SOMEONE JUST EXORCISE ME ALREADY!"
Maki and Mai watched the situation unfold.
"Do you think we should help the new guy?"
"Nah. Besides, we don't want anyone to ruin our chance of winning the costume contest!"
They were both dressed up as the little twin stars. "Just so you know, if the pink doesn't come out of my hair I'm going to leave you to die alone Mai."
"I just regret not eating you in the womb when I had the chance..."
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"Are we there yet Fushiguro?"
"Yeah, are we there yet?"
"Will the two of you shut up before I tear my ears off- oh, look we're here."
Yuji then knocked on the gate. "I think it's stuck..."
"It needs a key Itad-"
Nobara then smashed it with her hammer and created an opening. She then fashioned her arm outwards. "Ladies first."
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"PRINCIPAL YAGA, DISQUALIFY HIM, THAT'S CHEATING!"
"What is it now Satoru?"
Gojo then pointed to a perfectly cut jack o'lantern. "IT'S NOT FAIR! EVERYONE ELSE IS USING THEIR HANDS AND SUKUNA IS USING CLEAVE!"
"I don't believe the contest ever specifically said no using cursed techniques brat!"
"Satoru..."
"HE RUINED MY PUMPKIN!"
Gojos pumpkin looked worse than Hanami's remains, all squashed with it's insides spilling out.
"Honestly, that idiot can't even hollow out a pumpkin yet he holds Hollow Purple?"
Yaga began to rub his temples. "Satoru, how many times have I told you-"
"SEND HIM TO PRINCIPAL YAGA'S OFFICE AND HAVE HIM EXPELLED!"
"THAT'S IT SATORU, YOU'RE OUT OF THE CONTEST!"
"WHAT!?"
"You heard me! Now go somewhere else before I decided to give you a months worth of detention!"
Sukuna and Uraume snickered as Gojo mumbled something under his breath and began to walk away.
"I told you that switching out his pumpkin for a rotten one would work."
"Yes, you are so smart, Master Sukuna!"
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"Do you wanna make out?"
"Let us do it on that bastards bed!"
"And that Uraume is why you're my special!"
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"Who should we call?"
"Lets try your parents Itadori!"
"You know I'm fine with not knowing about them Kugisaki..."
Nobara then put her hand on the planchette. "Am I speaking with Itadori's mom?"
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"Kugisaki..."
"Wait! Let me try it one more time! Hello, is this Itadori's father I'm speaking with?"
"It didn't move..."
"Thats weird! Maybe the line for ghosts is on hold or something?"
"Give me that you idiot! I'll show the two of you how fake this all is!
"Megumi then set up the ouija board and put his hand on the planchette. "Am I speaking with my worthless father!?"
His hand then moved over to yes.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"HOLY SHIT, IT ACTUALLY WORKS!"
"NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"
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"Let's burn it and never speak of this again!"
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"What should we do now?"
Suddenly they heard a loud noise.
"Let's go check it out!"
They ran down the corridor but nothing could have prepared them for the grisly sight. "GOJO SENSEI!? WHAT'S WRONG!?"
The strongest was now reduced to projectile vomiting like a toddler."
Sorry guys! Didn't meant to frighten you but I think I'm cursed."
In his hand was one of the human earthworm DVD's. Megumi and Nobara began to eye Yuji suspiciously.
"I found this movie in the trash and I was fine one minute and then the next thing I know, there's worm people attached from mouth to anus. Someone better call poor Ijichi since I'm not cleaning this up!"
Kugisaki then whispered to Itadori. "Were you going to actually make us watch this!?"
"Not that one! There's romance in these, I swear!"
Gojo puked into the garbage can and then wiped his mouth. "Sorry guys, I think I'm going to head to my room and get some rest. By the way, if you don't mention this to anyone, there's a nice big bag of candy with your names on it! Scratch that actually, it has Utahime's name on it but what she doesn't know won't hurt her."
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"Really Itadori?"
"They were on sale..."
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"Either my sugar high is inducing hallucinations or I'm hearing something strange... Wait, why is it coming from my room!"
Gojo rushed down the hall only to find out that he couldn't enter. "How is my door locked? And why is there a sock on the doorknob?"
He then pressed his ear to the door.
"OH YES SUKUNA SAMA! GIVE ME THAT MALEVOLENT MEAT!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!? HOLLOW PURPLE!"
The door was now reduced to splinters, leaving Gojo's six eyes to see all the horror. "OH GOD! WHERE'S MY BLINDFOLD!?"
"Do you mind? I'm kind of in the middle of something important right now."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM SUKUNA!"
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"And today's winner of the contest is- Hey kid, what's your name again?"
"Uhhh..."
"Well Uhhh, congratulations, you've won first prize for your Frankenstien cosplay! Here's trophy!" Mahito began to sniffle.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Maki snapped her weapon, breaking it in two.
"Wow,.... I've never won at anything before!"
"You amaze me once again brother! Yet I must ask you, how did you make your costume?"
"What are you talking about? I keep telling you this is my skin!"
Gasps emerged from the crowd.
"I'm sorry to have to do this Uhhh but you're disqualified for not having a costume. I'm afraid I'm going to need to take this back..."
Mahito then ran away like a sulking child.
"Brother! Wait, come back!"
"Alright folks, sorry about that. We'll now be handing out first prize to the runner up!"
Maki and Mai finally stopped strangling each other. "It seems like we still have a chance at winning!"
"And first place now goes to Muta Kokichi for his stunning costuming of Eva unit-00!"
The twins looked at each other. "Do you know who that is?"
"No, can't say it sounds familiar..."
Just then a giant robot parked itself next to the stadium. The hatch opened and out came a sickly boy being pushed in a wheelchair.
"WAIT, WHY IS MECHAMARU HERE!?"
The crowd then broke out into cheers. "He's so brave!"
"Thank you all but I cannot accept this award."
"Thank God!"
"Because I'm giving it to my wonderful Miwa!"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"
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"What's taking Mahito so long?"
Jogo smoked his pipe while he talked to Geto/AKA/Kenjaku. "I'm not sure. Maybe it would be best if one you checked up on him."
The curse grunted. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of babysitting Dagon?"
"What about Hanami then? Oh wait, that didn't go so well the last time did it?"
The man got up and stretched. "I suppose I'll be on my way then."
Kenjaku then exited through the door. It was time to put the moves on Hanami.
".ogoJ uoy ees ot ecin s'tI"
"What are you saying? Look, nevermind. I picked these flowers for you..."
".ogoJ"
"It is said that humans believe certain flowers hold different meanings-"
"!ogoJ"
"And roses are said to symbolize-"
"!OGOJ"
"WHAT!?"
Hanami then communicated telepathically. "Dagon is drowning..."
"This isn't about him- Wait, how is he drowning!?"
"Where's that damn monk kid when you need them!?" Jogo then set the temperature so high that the water evaporated into steam. He then went to check on said curse. Dagon was now flapping like a fish.
"He's alright, just a little bit crispy."
Hanami then used their powers to restore the water and gently placed Dagon back in.
"Did you really think that destroying the homes of rose bushes would make me happy?"
"... I can always plant some more."
"You better!" __________
Gojo was now forcing poor Ijichi to clean his room, top to bottom. "And it better be spotless when I get back! I don't want to see a trace of curse "residue" if you know what I mean!"
He then lit a match and set his bed on fire. "By the way, I need a new bed."
Gojo then walked off while Ijichi began to cry. "I don't get paid enough for this job! Nanami was right. Jujutsu sorcerers really are shit!"
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Kenjaku was now inside the school. He walked around until he heard whimpering coming from the forest. "Ah, there you are Mahito!"
The curse was now trembling. "G-go-gor-"
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
"GO-GORILLA!"
Kenjaku turned around only to be faced by Todo. "There you are brother! I didn't know you were with Geto. If you don't mind sir, I'm going to take this one into the infirmary. Little bro doesn't seem to be feeling too well after losing the costume contest."
Kenny raised an eyebrow at Mahito. "Thank you but I'll take it from here. I know enough about the body to treat symptoms."
"That's wonderful! But when did you start learning? I wasn't aware that you could use reverse cursed technique?"
"... Shoko... I've been stopping by the lab every now and then..."
The teeth in Kenjaku's brain were grinding. 'Please buy it!'
"Well it seems you have everything handled here so I will leave it to you!"
They both waited until Todo was out of sight. "I want a good explanation and I want it now!" __________
"What are you doing Master Sukuna?"
"Just trying to see if a certain little spell works. I've heard that humans can summon the dead from a mirror. This should be quite the entertaining night."
"What are we doing in the boys bathroom my lord?"
"Would you turn off the lights for me? Thanks. Now follow after me and repeat this name three times! Fushiguro Toji, Fushigro Toji, Fushiguro Toji!"
"... What the hell?"
"Good evening, Mr. Fushiguro! My associate and I are interested in causing some mayhem and would like to know if you'd like to assist us!"
"Where's Gojo?"
"I don't see why that matter-"
"WHERE IS THAT ASSHOLE!"
"Well it seems like we've made a new friend Uraume! Right now you are inside Jujutsu Tech and Gojo Satoru is somewhere here on campus!"
"I need to egg that punks place for ruining my house on Halloween! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to try and remove all that toilet paper!? I don't have time for that! I've got children to neglect and teenagers to kill for money!"
"I'm afraid we already trashed his room earlier but there's still time to squeeze in some petty revenge!"
"Well, thanks for your help. I'll put in the good word with Gege and see if he can set you up some place nice in the next life. Now if you don't mind me, I'm off to go kill that Gojo brat!"
"What have you done master?"
"What we've done Uraume, what WE'VE done!" __________
"And I don't want anyone seeing you escape! You've already caused enough of a mess. Now get out of my sight!"
"Suguru, is that you!?"
Kenjaku nervously turned his head around. "...Satoru?"
"There you are! Hey what happened to your forehead?"
"...It's part of my costume."
"I thought that you were going as a sexy nurse this year?"
"...I suppose I can be both..."
"Well I got my matching patient outfit so that works for me! Now let's go get ready for tonight!"
Kenjaku sighed. 'Why me!?" __________
"Everyone got their costumes?"
"Itadori, we're too young to go trick or treating! Besides, I don't even have a costume."
"Well it's a good thing that I brought you one just in case!" Yuji then threw the costume to Megumi.
"Why do you have an outfit of Gojo?"
"Oops, wrong one. That's meant for Okkotsu! Here's yours!"
Megumi then looked at the contents of the bag. "No. I refuse!"
"But you promised to spend Halloween with us!"
"Fine... Anyway what are you supposed to be Kugisaki?"
"A pirate!"
"You can't just wear an eye patch and say that's your costume!"
"Yes I can! I'm broke and from the countryside, I'm not rich like you!"
"Doesn't Gojo sensei give us spending money?"
"I'm not changing my costume! Besides, it's too late!"
"She makes a point Fushiguro."
"Whatever. And just what are you supposed to be?"
"What does it look like?"
"You look like a samurai cosplayer that got lost from the convention so I'm going to say Oda Nobunaga."
"Do you even know who that is Kugisaki?"
"Of course I do Fushiguro! Isn't he the head of Nintendo?"
"How did you pass history class? Anyway what are you supposed to be Itadori?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo from Bleach..."
"Why are you dressing up as a chemical product?"
"You're hopeless Kugisaki..." __________
"Hello Nurse!"
'I can't wait to kill this idiot!'
"Thanks Satoru. But it seems a bit too small, don't you think?"
"Hey, you're the one that ordered the costume, not me. I can't help it if you gained a few more pounds from swallowing curses!"
"Right..."
"Anyway let's go trick or treating!"
"Excuse me!?"
"You heard me! Besides, I need to stock up on candy!"
"Don't you have enough...?"
"Yeah well I threw it all up earlier!"
"Wait, what-"
"Let's hurry before all the good houses are empty!" __________
"Trick-or-Trea- Wait, is that Nanami sensei?"
"Nice to see you all. I trust that you're not getting into trouble tonight? We don't want another event like Shibuya..."
"You're not our mom Nanami! And why do you look like a burn victim?"
"That's rude Kugisaki..."
"It's my costume..."
"No offense, but you don't seem like the kind of person that enjoys Halloween..."
"You're right, I don't. But my friend insisted on it..."
"Are there trick or treaters- ... Aren't you guys a bit old to be doing this...?"
"I told you Itadori!"
"Hey! Why is Phoenix Wright screwing us over!?"
"My name is Higuruma Hiromi young lady and I happen to be a lawyer!"
"Nanami sensei, why are you guys even celebrating tonight?"
"We aren't."
"Huh?"
"We're doing our taxes together."
"What a bunch of losers!"
"Excuse me young lady but I didn't catch your name?"
"It's Kugisaki Nobara and you better remember it!"
"Kugisaki!"
"Now, now boys, it seems I've forgotten to hand out your gifts. Here."
"Wow! These are the good chocolate bars Fushiguro!"
"And as for you Kugisaki, please take this."
Nobara eyed the packaged and then took it. "What ever."
"Have a happy Halloween kids!"
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"You didn't give her candy, did you?"
"If you don't mind me, I'm going to go have a nice soak in the tub with my clothes on!" __________
A poor old woman was alerted to loud knocking outside her door.
"Yes...?"
It was dark and her vision wasn't what it used to be but she somehow managed to turn the porch light on.
"Trick-Or-Treat-"
"I'm so sorry boys but I'm afraid that I'm all out of candy-"
"LET ME FINISH! As I was saying, Trick-or-Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!"
"I told you I'm all out of-"
"I'LL EGG YOUR HOUSE GRANNY! THEY DON'T CALL ME THE STRONGEST FOR NOTHING!"
"So sorry, my feeble old mind can't keep up sometimes. I just remembered where I keep my spare candy..."
"Hurry it up old lady, I've got other houses to hit up!"
"Here you go. Remember to savour every bite!"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks I guess?"
Geto/Nurse Kenny and Gojo then walked away from the property. "That women definitely put a razor blade in there..."
"What are you talking about Suguru- ACK! Good thing I had my infinity on..."
"Let's just try to avoid causing more trouble hmm?"
"I guess you're right- WAIT IS THAT A HOMELESS MAN! Stand in front of me so he doesn't rob me of my sweets!"
"You're being ridiculous Satoru!"
"Did you just say Satoru? As in 'Gojo Satoru'!?"
"HOW IS TOJI HERE!?"
"Ask Gege. Anyway it's time for revenge!"
"WAIT, WAIT, I CAN-"
Toji then took his worm out. "LOOK AT IT!"
"STOP! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!"
"No can do. You've been a bad influence on my son and I intended to raise him from now on!"
Gojo began to have flashbacks to the human earthworm and was now puking once again. He then began to levitate but instead of being enlightened, it just resembled that scene from the exorcist.
"You have no idea how greatful I am to you..."
Toji then began to stroll off. "Now, it's time to find my son. What was his name. Meg-, Mega, Megaman? No that's not right! Megamind? Oh well, it will come to me when I teach him how to properly gamble with Hakari!"
"Not so fast!"
"Hey Sukuna!"
"Kenjaku!? Actually, nevermind, I'm not even going to ask. I swear this guy does the grossest things!"
"The two of you know each other?"
"Unfortunately..."
"Being a woman can be more enjoyable than you'd think. For instance, did you know the clitoris-"
"What the fuck!?"
"Sorry about him. He's always been like that. Anyway you've proved your usefullnes to me but I no longer need you for my plan to advance."
"Plans?"
"If I tell you, you'll just get mad and is that really how you want to go out?"
"Hey, if I'm going back the afterlife I at least want to know what for!"
"I want your sons body."
"What the hell!?"
"Not in that kind of way. I'm faithfully commited to my chef."
"I guess that makes things a little easier..."
"Any last requests?"
"Teach my boy how to gamble and go into thousands of dollars in debt."
"Tempting but no. He'll get to learn the best poems and become the top Floriculturists in Japan!"
"...You son of a bitch!"
"Mahoraga will also fill in to be his step father. Uraume, you may kill him now."
"As you wish Master!"
"At least don't turn me into an apple-"
"Impressive. You pierced right through his brainstem."
"Let us find the Fushiguro child." __________
"I think we should split up for a bit to get more candy!"
"Let's meet back here in half an hour."
Megumi was now alone and began to walk down the street. Eventually the houses were starting to disappear and the street lights were far and too few. "I guess I better summon Divine dog Totality... Here boy! Who's a good dog? You are!"
"Woof!"
"No one can no about this! Anyway I need you to help me find houses with candy... Honestly, I wish I never agreed to this stupid event!" Yuji had ordered a costume of Aki from Chainsaw Man but the order got messed up and he ended up with some girls little red riding hood outfit. He was going to destroy all the photos that Kugisaki took.
"I see a cabin up there! Let's just get this over with so I can go home!" Megumi then knocked on the door.
"Good evening... May I help you...?" The stranger looked like an androgynous albino wearing a kimono.
'And I thought my costume was weird...'
"I'm looking for some candy. It's a long story but my question is do you have any?"
"Why of course! Please, won't you come in?"
"...Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"Do you want the candy or not!"
"Alright, fine."
...
"Here you are. My world famous finger sandwiches!"
"I thought you said you had candy? Actually, whatever, I'm desperate to go back with something. Thanks."
Megumi tried to grab some but Uraume snatched the plate away. "Please, you must try some! They are to die for!"
"To be honest, you're creeping me out, but if I eat one of these will you let me leave?"
"Yes."
"Alright then." Megumi then fell unconscious and slammed into the table.
"That was... easier than expected..."
"I know right? What does that idiot Gojo bother to teach them anyway? Wait, what is this kid wearing?"
Uraume then checked the tag. "I believe it is a little red riding hood my lord."
"The things that pass for fashion these days. Uraume, bring me my women's kimono."
"Yes Master!" __________
"I can't believe it!"
"What's wrong Kugisaki?"
"You remember that jackass we ran into earlier? It turns out that what he gave me was a referral card for a therapy session!"
"Honestly, you kind of deserved it..."
"Well, what'd you get?"
"I ran into this guy that looked like he was a Jojo character or something? He gave me free coupons for some reason. Here, have one."
"Why are these blank?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, your back Fushiguro."
"Hey, what happened to your costume? And why do you look like Sukuna?"
"...I thought if I mimicked his appearance then it would spite him..."
"I guess that makes sense. Hey, did you bring any candy?"
"Oh no, I uh forgot..."
"Too bad- Huh, what happened here?"
There was some vomit on the ground but other than that there was two giant bags full of candy.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We can't just steal Kugisaki!"
"Who the hell is gonna call on us?"
"The ghostbusters?"
"Itadori, you just look away and you don't have to be involved while I haul all the goodies back."
"Alright..."
"Disgusting! Why can't the two of you be normal!?" __________
"Ow, where am I?"
"You're in the infirmary."
"Shoko... What's going on? Where's Suguru?"
"Oh, you mean this guy?"
Sitting next to her was Kenjaku tied up with duct tape over his mouth.
"Mmm, I want my nurse to treat me!"
"That's not Suguru..."
"What are you talking about?"
"We found this guy trying to haul your corpse into the river. Frankly, we don't even know who he is. Geto Suguru has been dead for years!"
"If that's not my pookie then who is it!"
"Let's find out, shall we?" Shoko then began to remove the stiches and unscrew the top base of the head off.
"KENJAKU!?"
"And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for your meddlesome friends!"
"Well that takes care of everything-"
"Wait! Where the hell is my candy!?"
"We didn't find any candy at the crime scene..."
"WHERE IS IT!?"
"Try to calm down-"
"I CAN'T! DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW BADLY I NEED THIS!? I ONLY GET THREE HOURS OF SLEEP!"
"You're going to give yourself diabetes!"
"DON'T CARE! I"LL JUST USE REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE!"
"GOJO, COME BACK!" __________
"GUYS, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! WE NEED TO FIND MY CAN-"
Gojo was greeted to the sight of Yuji and Nobara chowing down on sweets like it was their last meal.
"YOU TRAITORS!"
"Look, we can explain-"
"I need the three of you to step away from the food!"
"Megumi? Why are you acting like this? You were always such a sweet boy like your adoptive father!"
"I'm not Fushiguro you fool! Haven't you noticed the four eyes or the tattoos!?"
"To be honest, I thought it was just part of his costume sensei..."
"Me too-"
"Enough! Now back away from treats!"
"What could a curse like you possibly want with my sweets!"
"I was an unwanted child. I was starving so I resorted to eating my brother in the womb! I need all the nourishment I can get! Besides, Halloween is the one day of the year where you can't be judged for having for eyes, four arms and two tounges!"
"Womp, womp!"
"YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!?"
"Here's a better idea! I'm going to eat my candy and watch you cry like a baby!"
"We'll see about that!" Sukuna then incarnated into his true form.
"More hands means more candy!" He then used his stomach tongue to scoop up a large portion of food.
"That's cheating- WHY AM I GETTING SO MANY RAZOR BLADES!?"
"If you don't want them then it just means more iron for me!" __________
"Ugh, my stomach hurts Shoko..."
"Serves you right!"
"At least I'm fine-" Sukuna's stomach then puked all over his lower half.
"Haha- Ow!"
"Sit still would you?"
...
"Here are your results. You both need major dental work."
"WHAT!?"
"Let me finish would you? Sukuna's teeth are in bad shape due to there being no toothpaste in the Heian era."
"What the hell is a toothpaste?"
"And you Gojo, have so many cavities that it looks like you'll need dentures!"
"BUT I'VE BEEN USING REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE!?"
"Yes well that still isn't a substitute for brushing your teeth twice a day!"
"TWICE!?"
"In your case I would say ten times a day..."
"Looks like my teeth were the strongest after all-" Just then every tooth but one in the front fell out of Sukuna's mouth.
"Holy shit, it's Thukuna!"
"ARE YOU THUCKING KIDDING ME!?"
#shitpost#cursed#crack fic#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#lobotomy kaisen#nurse kenjaku#thukuna#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#nobara kugisaki#gojo saturo#kenjaku#sukuna#uraume#toji fushiguro#halloween fic#gojo x geto#sukuna x uraume#sukume#mahito#todo aoi#Ijichi slander#nanami kento#higuruma hiromi#If you say tojis name three times in front of the mirror he'll show up#gojo and his obsession for sweets#mixed actual canon with crack and memes so you know it's good#jjk spoilers#satosugu
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WET DREAMZ P4
Inspired by Wet Dreamz by J.Cole
I wrote back and said "of course I had sex before"
Knowing I was frontin'
I said I was like a pro baby
Knowing I was stuntin'
But if I told the truth I knew I'd get played out son
Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one
But, she don't know what
So she done roll back and told me
"Oh you a pro homie? Well I want you to show me
My mama gone for the weekend
So Saturday baby we can get to freakin'"
Warnings: heated make out
"You ever had sex before?"
This question caught Chris off guard causing him to sit looking down wide eyed
He looked at her and saw that she was looking at him waiting for an answer
2 thoughts went through his head, one was, should I just tell her I'm a virgin and I hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one
Or should I just lie and say I have?
Deciding on the latter, Chris Coughs before writing
"Of course I've had sex before, I'm like a pro baby"
Y/N looked at Chris , seemingly shocked by what he said just as she was going to respond the bell rang.
Chris waited by the door and they both walk together to their next classes
"Well this is me" Chris chuckled as he begins to leave but Y/N grabs his arm to stop him
"I know this is going to sound so straight forward but I literally have not been able to stop thinking about what you told me" she mumbles before taking in a deep breath and looks at Chris
"What are you doing this saturday?"She asks
"I have no plans so nothing much probably, why?" Chris Asks confused
"My parents are gone for the weekend, So you can come over" she says
"Yeah sure we can like watch a movie, relax and shit" he shrugs
"No, you said you were a pro homie, And well I want you to show me" she said before walking away
The week that followed was quite quiet, well as quiet as it could be after Y/N confessed her desire to Chris .
Which, of course freaked him out. I mean it isn't everyday that A drop dead gorgeous girl wants to make a dick appointment with him.
Who wouldn't freak out?
If you had asked Chris how many videos he watched pornos online to help him educate himself on something he clearly wasn't Educated about.
He taught himself how to put on condoms and practised how to stroke right
Fucking hell, why did I have to lie? He thought to himself
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday sped past and before he knew it, it was Saturday night.
Having made sure he wasn't smelling musty and was prepared, Chris began to make his way to Y/Ns house but not without saying a prayer
"I'm praying God please don't let me buss quick"
Arriving at her door, Chris knocked twice before he steps back, after a minute or so, the door opens
"chris hey" she smiled as he looked at her up down, Short shorts and a tank top
- damn
"Come in" she smiles, opening the door wider and grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs
A smirk plays on his face as he closes the front door with his leg and stares at her ass as he followed her blindly
She opens the door to a room and let's go of chris’ hand and sits herself on her king sized bed. He follows suit and sits himself next to her
She crosses her legs and looks at him with a smile
"What is it?" he says looking at her funny which causes her to laugh and shake her head
"Nothing, I just can't believe the guy l've been crushing on for ages, is actually here" she chuckles shyly looking away from his face
"Damn? You're hiding another dude in here?" he says jokingly Which causes the two to start laughing
"Nah I'm playing, you like me?" he asks with a massive smile on his face edging nearer to her
She bites her lip as she looks into his eyes before looking at his lips and then back up to his eyes
Chris cups her face with his hand and leans in and begins to kiss her
She reciprocated and he deepened the kiss, pushing her back slightly so that she was now underneath him
Her hands roam across his torso and she tugs at his shirt to remove it, when she does, she discards it
He removes her tank top and begins to leave kisses and hickeys down her body
Soft moans were heard as She grinded her hips against Him An action that caused him to get hard.
The feelings of worry and stress about whether he was doing things correctly all left his brain as the feelings of euphoria and Bliss overtook him
"You ready baby?" He asks, she nods her head vigorously which makes him laugh
the items of clothing they were wearing were removed wearing was removed
Chris trying to conceal his nerves opens a condom and rolls it on
He positioned himself between her legs and praying to God that he didn't bust quick
Just as he was about to insert himself inside of her
She flinched and grabbed it
An action that caused his heart to beat rapidly, and assuming the worst
Did she change her mind? Was his shit too small to fuck with?
she looks chris in the eye before she says with the sweetest voice
"I wanna get something off my mental, I can tell you're a pro but baby be gentle" she looks down shamelessly
“cause i’ve never did this before”
AHHHHHH OKAY SO IM DECIDING IF I SHOULD END HERE LIKE THE SONG OR HAVE ONE MORE PARTTTT😅 HAPPY NEW YEARS!!
#Spotify#chris sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets smut#matt sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo smut#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets
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