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mrsstarkey1 · 5 days ago

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getting rafe hooked on dress to impress

my fav thing i’ve ever written i can’t even lie

word count: 1.2k

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you yawned loudly and abnoxiously as you walked into rafe’s bedroom. you kicked your shoes off, grabbing one of rafe’s t-shirts from his drawer, changing out of your uncomfortable clothes. “didn’t think you were coming back, it’s late as fuck.” rafe said, looking at you oddly as he sat up on the bed against the headboard.

“longest fucking day of my life. need to unwind.”

rafe smirked, reaching his whole body over the bed to grab your forearm. "like the sound of that," he mumbles.

you let yourself move toward him, but you groan, “not like that.” rafe momentarily pouts, but doesn’t let go of your arm. in fact, he pulls you closer onto the bed with him urging you to cuddle up into him.

he snakes his arm around you, soft fingers tracing circles into your side. "wanna talk about it?"

you yawn and shake your head, "nah, can we just watch a movie or something?"

rafe nods, grabbing the TV remote from the nightstand. "you don't wanna watch some chick-flick do you?" he asks, grimacing already.

you sigh dramatically, “i guess not. fast and furious?”

rafe obligies, satisfied with your suggestion. you get comfortable on the bed, your head rested on rafe's shoulder and your phone rested on his chest as you scroll through tiktok.

about 20 minutes later, you see a video about the new halloween update on dress to impress and gasp before you can stop yourself. rafe jumps slightly, eyes wide. “jesus christ, what’s wrong?”

"sorry, nothing," you grin apologetically, "can I borrow your laptop though?"

he looks at you like you've lost your mind, but he still grabs his macbook from the nightstand, handing it over to you. you sit up excitedly, leaning up against the headboard.

you open the laptop and sign into your roblox account, side eyeing rafe as he gives you an odd look. "the fuck are you doing?"

"playing a game," you respond innocently.

he raises his eyebrows, "roblox? wheezie used to play that shit.. when she was 8," he says, judging you hardcore.

you glare at him, "you don't understand," you sigh. "just watch me play, it's genuinely fun."

he watches you click on dress to impress, making a disgusted face. "yeah I can't defend you on this one," he says and you shove his shoulder.

"well have you ever played dress to impress?" you ask him.

"obviously not," he says, his sassy side on full display.

"well don't judge then. just watch and i'll let you play a round when i'm done," you say with a smile, patting his cheek softly.

"hell nah," he says, directing his attention back to the movie.

you shake your head, giving up on getting him to play. you start a round, looking around at all the new pieces they added. the theme is holiday for your first round, so of course you do halloween.

you notice rafe's eyes on the computer screen as his curiosity clearly starts to creep back in despite himself. he watches as you piece together combination of a witch hat, spiderweb dress, and dark boots.

“what even is this shit?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly intrigued.

you grin, not taking your eyes off the screen since you only have a minute left. “you compete with other people to make the best outfit based on a theme. you'd be pretty good at it, you've got great style," you say, trying to persuade him.

he gives you a look, shaking his head, "sounds dumb as fuck," he says, and you just laugh. he's silent for a moment before turning slightly to have a better view of the screen, "so what you just like... dress them up and shit?"

you nod, watching the time run out. "yes, then everyone votes on each outfit and the top 3 get on the podium. see," you point to the screen, "the voting's starting now."

an outfit that's completely off theme struts down the runway and you grimace, "see like that one's ugly as fuck so i give it a 1. oooh look, this ones mine," you say with a proud smile. "doesn't she look great?"

rafe shrugs, "i guess."

you ended up getting third place, losing to two terrible outfits. you curse under your breath, before turning to him. “you wanna try a round?” you smile, looking up at him.

rafe scoffs, glancing back at the movie, but curiosity gets the better of him. “alright, fine, hand it over.” he takes the laptop.

"okay the theme is beach day," you tell him.

he hums in response, looking around at the clothes aimlessly. "rafe, you gotta pick something that actually matches,” you say, stifling a laugh as he pairs a yellow bikini top with neon green shorts.

"shh, I have a vision," he says, dismissing your words. "wait why the fuck doesn't she have a face?"

"you gotta go to the makeup and hair room, over there," you point at the screen.

he scrolls through the makeup options, finally decided on one. "mhm, she bad ain't she?" you chuckle, knowing rafe is secretly loving this.

time runs out just as he adds the coconut drink, and you see him watching the screen eagerly, waiting for the voting to end. one girl dressed in long pants and a jacket walks out and he looks over at you, disgusted, "this bitch didn't even look at the theme." all you can do is laugh and nod your head in agreement.

when rafe places second, he smirks, looking way too pleased with himself. "ha," he says, "i did better than you."

you roll your eyes. "yeah you're done playing," you say, snatching the laptop back.

the next night, you texted rafe that you were gonna come over after your morning shift and you didn't get a response, which was odd. you let yourself into his house with the key he'd given you. "rafe?" you called out, walking into the living room. "you here?" no response.

you furrowed your eyebrows, walking up the stairs. maybe he was just in his room, you thought, taking a nap or something. you creak open his bedroom door, met with the scene of him sitting on his bed, looking intently at his laptop.

his eyes shoot up to look at you and he slams his laptop closed, guilty look in his eye. you raise your eyebrows, "what were you doing?" you question him, walking toward the bed.

he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, shaking his head. "nothin.'"

your eyes narrow, "were you watching porn?" you joke, sitting down next to him.

he sighs, "worse.." he trails off. he mentally debates for a minute, before pulling his laptop back into his lap, opening it slowly to reveal dress to impress on full display.

your hand shoots to cover your mouth, laugh escaping your lips anyway. all he does is glare at you, "this is your fucking fault."

you lean into him with a laugh, "I know I know, sorry. don't be embarrassed, rafe." you press a kiss to his lips.

as you kiss him, you can’t help but laugh again, glancing at his screen. "okay wait that's actually a cute outfit. you're getting good," you nudge him, "fashionista," you add quietly with a chuckle.

he looks at you straight-faced, "I'm only playing this dumbass game because you dragged me into it. i was just bored so,” he gestures to the screen.

“sure, rafe, whatever you say,” you tease, cuddling up beside him. "feel free to keep playing, don't stop at my expense."

he scoffs, but gives in and restarts the game.

you wrap your arm around his middle and watch as he puts together outfit after outfit, the grin rarely leaving your face.

you just love your little fashionista.

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starryjake · 12 days ago

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teddy bear pajamas | l.h

in which heeseung is supposed to be sleeping over with his best friend, jay, but spends the night with jay’s younger sister instead.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: throat fucking, fingering, making out, nipple play, spitting, cum swallowing. (lmk if i missed anything).

how you were supposed to fall asleep when your brother and his friends were screaming in the other room was beyond you. video games, of course. that was the culprit as to why they were screaming and you were about a minute away from walking into the living room and exploding.

how badly you wanted to go to them and yell at them to shut up.

instead, you chose the mature option. you took a deep breath and decided to yell at your brother over text instead.

you: if you guys don’t shut the fuck up

jay: do i need to remind you that i pay your rent

you sighed. he was right. you felt bad complaining when jay already did so much for you. not only did he pay your rent, but he cooked for you, lended you money when you needed it, and always let you have friends over without complaint.

you: nvm 😁

you turned your phone back off, laying on your side. you pressed a pillow over your ear in hopes to muffle the sounds of the boys yelling, and while it didn’t do much, you were able to fall asleep after a few minutes.

you managed to fall asleep for a good two hours before you were awoken again. you expected it to be the boys again, but the apartment you shared with your brother was silent.

suddenly, your phone buzzed. with squinted eyes, you grabbed your phone to check the notification.

it was heeseung, one of jay’s best friends. you knew all of jay’s friends. you practically grew up with them, and some of them you even considered to be your brothers as well.

heeseung: are you awake?

his text woke you up a bit more. you sat up in your bed, wracking your brain as to why he was texting you this late.

you: yeah, why?

heeseung: jay is snoring and i can’t sleep 😣

you: yeah sounds about right

you chuckled to yourself at his dilemma.

heeseung: yeah well i was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie?

heeseung: say yes 🙏

your heart raced. your first instinct was to answer yes in all capital letters, but luckily your brain reminded you how utterly pathetic that would be.

you did not want to mess up and embarrass yourself in front of heeseung.

you: it’s the middle of the night. you’re funny if you think i’m getting out of bed rn

heeseung: well we can watch smth in your bed

you gulped. just the mere idea of having heeseung next to you in your bed, watching a movie together excited you. you didn’t know why. it wasn’t like you liked heeseung or anything, but you always saw him as the coolest out of your brother’s friends. that was why you were always cautious about what you said in front of him and how you presented yourself. you wanted to impress him.

however, he would not be impressed if he were to walk into your bedroom right now and see you in your teddy bear matching set pajamas. he’d probably laugh.

you were already overthinking and you hadn’t even agreed yet.

you: ok fine

heeseung: be right there

now, you deemed, was an appropriate time for the panic to set in. you leapt out of bed and beelined for your closet, rummaging through all your clothes for a more appealing set of pajamas.

unfortunately, you’d underestimated how long it would take for heeseung to walk from jay’s room to yours, and suddenly there was a knock on your bedroom door.

you froze in the doorway of your closet, still wearing your teddy bear printed pajamas.

accepting defeat, you softly called out, “come in.”

the bedroom door opened and in walked heeseung. he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, his dark hair slightly tousled from sleep, or attempting to sleep. your knees buckled at the sight of him.

you’d always thought he was cool, and with that, you’d thought he was very attractive too. still, that didn’t mean you had feelings for him.

“hey,” he greeted in that soft voice of his. he quietly shut the door behind him. “cute pajamas.”

your cheeks flushed. you shut your closet door because it was too late to find a different pair of pajamas now.

“thanks,” you muttered.

you grabbed your laptop from off of your desk and trudged back into your bed. you tucked yourself back under the covers and watched heeseung, waiting for his next movement.

he walked over to your bed and climbed underneath the covers like he’d been sleeping there with you for the past year that you lived in the apartment. he scooted in close enough for your arms to be touching. he was so warm, it was hard for you not to lean into his touch.

“what do you wanna watch?” he asked.

“oh, i don’t care,” you said, opening your laptop.

you scrolled through the streaming platform for a bit before you both mutually agreed on a romantic comedy. you started playing the movie, resting the laptop on a pillow between your guys’ legs.

the movie started and it only took a few minutes for your eyelids to begin growing heavy. you would’ve dozed off had it not been the sudden movement from heeseung, who’s hand was suddenly very close to the side of your leg.

your eyes fluttered open. you kept your body very still, unsure whether he meant to put his hand so close or not. either way, you didn’t want to accidentally create an awkward situation.

20 minutes into the movie, heeseung’s hand was painfully slowly shifting it’s way onto your thigh. you were so exhausted you could barely comprehend it, but there was a small part of your brain freaking out, you just kept it all internalized.

“are you tired?” heeseung asked, speaking for the first time since the movie started.

“oh, i’m okay,” you lied.

“are you sure?” he wondered, genuine concern in his voice. “we can turn the movie off if you wanna go to sleep. i can go back to jay’s room.”

the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, especially with how heavy his hand was on your thigh and how it inched further up every minute.

“no, don’t go,” you said, too tired to realize how pathetic you sounded.

heeseung smiled at your words. he squeezed your thigh ever so slightly. your legs instinctively opened slightly, practically inviting him in.

“want me to stay?” he asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

he was suddenly a lot closer than he was before, so close that you could feel his warm breath hit your face and his body heat radiate from him like a furnace.

you gulped, looking up into his eyes. you’d always loved his eyes, but never had the chance to see them up close like this.

for whatever reason, your half asleep mind told you it was okay to suddenly reach out and brush some of his hair out of his face, exposing more of his pretty face. he smiled at the bold movement from you. it was just the confirmation he needed that you were interested, and so he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

your eyes fluttered shut and your body shuddered with excitement. heeseung was kissing you. his one hand was gently holding your cheek while the other one stayed planted on your thigh, and he was kissing you.

you glided your fingers through his hair, tugging at the silky strands to express your pleasure. he moaned ever so softly in your mouth, inching his tongue into the mix.

you parted your lips further, leaving enough room for him to slide his tongue all the way in. you rubbed your tongue against his, your hips jutting off the bed in desperation. how embarrassing that you were already getting aroused just by the feeling of his tongue gliding against yours.

heeseung took notice of your desperation, which you were both humiliated and grateful for, as he slid his hand over your front, cupping your clothed pussy.

you clenched your eyes shut harder, whimpering into his mouth as he pushed his fingers against the fabric of your pants, sliding them delicately up and down the length of your pussy. you leaned your head back, disconnecting the kiss, and let out a needy moan.

“shh,” heeseung warned, planting a kiss to the side of your neck. “we don’t need your brother waking up and catching us, do we?”

you rapidly shook your head, sudden fear overcoming you at just the idea of jay catching you in your bed with heeseung. the idea scared you so much that your entire body froze and you stared at heeseung with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.

“it’s okay,” he cooed. “you can be quiet, can’t you? you’ll be a good girl if i tell you to be, right?”

you gulped. “but what if he—”

“he won’t,” heeseung assured. “you’re always so quiet when you talk, you can be quiet in bed too, yeah?”

you nodded, thinking how it might actually be worth it if jay were to catch you because at least you would’ve been able to say that you’d hooked up with heeseung, a dream of yours for a long time.

“good baby,” he cooed, leaning back in and enveloping your lips in his again.

you fell slack under his touch, sighing in utter contentment. heeseung used the tips of two of his fingers to rub tiny circles where your clit was over your pants. that alone would’ve been enough to make you cum had he done it long enough.

instead, he does it for about a minute before wanting to feel your pussy without any interference. he slid his large hand into your pants and you gasped as his knuckle brushed against your bare pussy. heeseung smirked into the kiss upon feeling how wet you were already.

he took his index finger and gathered all your slick, spreading it around your pussy. you pathetically humped up into his hand, needing more but unable to find the words to ask for it.

“you’re so cute,” he gushed, pressing his forehead against yours. he held close eye contact with you as he slid his middle finger into your fluttering hole, watching your reaction closely. “so warm and wet, baby. is this all for me?”

you whimpered, nodding. he massaged his finger against your walls, stretching you out before he added in his ring finger. the sound of your pussy being fucked open by his two fingers was lewd and humiliating, but it turned heeseung on more than you knew. you couldn’t tell how hard he was, how he was pulsating against his sweatpants.

his palm hit your sensitive clit every time he thrusted his fingers into you. you were already a mess from the sensations, tucking your head into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment.

heeseung could feel your legs vibrating. you were so sensitive, he loved it. he wanted to make a complete utter mess out of you, just to see what it looked like. he wanted to see his best friend’s normally composed, shy little sister fall apart beneath him.

so, he sped up his fingers and fucked them into you deeper until he was reaching the spongey part deep inside your pussy. when he found that, you yelped, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers.

when you did cum, your legs locked around his hand. you practically rode his fingers as your orgasm hit you, your fluids leaking down the side of his hand and seeping through your pajama pants.

“fuck,” he grunted just at the sight of you finishing, and how hot you looked.

you raised your head from his neck and looked up at him with glossy eyes and bright red cheeks. your hair was messy, your lips wet and swollen. heeseung could’ve came just by looking at you, you looked so good.

“oh my god,” he muttered. “c’mere, baby.”

his hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing your faces together. he kissed you again, although it was so messy that it could hardly be considered a kiss. he gathered some saliva in his mouth and pushed it into your lips without separating the kiss, and you drank all of what he gave you happily.

he pulled his hand out of your pants, exposing his hand which was covered in your release. he couldn’t decide whether to bring his fingers to his own lips or yours. he was desperate to know what you tasted like, but he also would’ve killed to see you with his fingers in your mouth, licking up your own arousal.

you took the initiative yourself, grabbing his wrist and stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you two moaned at the same time: you from tasting yourself on his fingers and him from seeing you with his fingers in your mouth. he would’ve never guessed you were this dirty, that his best friend’s little sister could be so lewd and needy.

you sat up on your knees once he’d pulled his fingers out of your mouth. finally, you were deciding to pay some attention to his cock, which was aching and he feared that he was so pent up, he might cum the moment you touch it.

luckily, that didn’t happen.

you palmed him over his sweatpants, grinning at how hard he was. you didn’t waste time teasing him over his sweatpants. instead, you knelt between his legs and tugged his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring out.

it was lengthy, which intimidated you as it stood straight up right in front of your face. intimidating as it was, you were hungry to taste him, to wrap your lips around his flushed tip and suck every last drop out of him.

heeseung dug his fingers into your hair and watched without allowing himself to blink as you licked his tip like it was a lollipop. you dug the tip of your tongue into his slit, gathering the bead of precum that had gathered there.

heeseung was sensitive. he always had been. he couldn’t help it when he jutted his hips up because it felt too good and he needed more. he needed to feel his cock constricted in the warm wet walls of your throat. he needed to be fucking your mouth like it was your pussy.

he gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, slowly lifting his hips up and pushing his cock deeper into your cavernous mouth. you allowed him happily, hollowing your cheeks out for added friction.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he grunted, watching in utter fascination as you took his cock in your throat without so much as a gag.

you held onto his sides for leverage, but other than that you showed no sign of struggle. if anything, you only showed signs of enjoying this, of enjoying having his cock thrusting in your throat. you squeezed your legs together, resisting the urge to touch yourself or better yet, hump yourself against his leg.

his thrusts got faster and faster by the second when he saw how unbothered you were. soon enough, his cock was pistoning in your throat and you just took it, drool spilling out the corners of your lips.

heeseung paused his movements to pull your shirt over your head, exposing your chest to him. he reached down and tweaked your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, fucking up into your mouth again.

“oh my god,” he moaned. “you’re a dream. you’re amazing.”

all you could do was hum around him, unable to speak with your mouth occupied. you brought your hand up and fumbled with his heavy balls, massaging them in your palm.

heeseung threw his head back, suddenly holding your head with your nose pressed to his pelvis. his cock twitched once before you felt the first rope of cum hit the back of your throat, followed by many more streams of his sticky white substance.

he moaned loudly, certainly loud enough that jay and any of the other guys would be able to hear and understand what was going on behind your bedroom door. but now, you didn’t care. his moans sounded angelic and you knew it was a sound you wanted to hear again and again.

he didn’t release his grasp on you until he was completely finished dumping his load down your throat. your scalp tingled from the pain when he finally did let you go, allowing you to come up for air.

you swallowed all his release and took a deep breath, both of you calming down.

“holy fuck,” heeseung muttered in a complete daze.

you laid by his side, smiling to yourself. to be frank, you wanted more, but it seemed like heeseung was done. his eyes were closed, his chest was rising and falling rapidly. you would’ve thought he’d fallen asleep had it not been for his next words.

“come here,” he whispered.

you laid your head on his chest, expecting to fall asleep and leave it at that.

until he said, “wanna keep going?”

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prael · 5 months ago

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REPLACED

Newjeans Minji x male reader smut

Quickfire challenge 1. Thank you @midnightdancingsol

The prompt: "You know why this happened, @capslocked – yes, you."

Masterlist word count: 3,911 Kofi(donations/commissions)

It's all a matter of perspective. From one side of the room, the world is calm.

And the other? Well, that's Minji.

“Want to know the one thing worse than outright rejection?”

Minji has barely walked in the door and she is already shouting off in riddles. She's standing in the doorway, her hair wet from the rain and a little bit tangled just above her shoulders. The water on her overshirt is so deeply sodden into the fabric that it weighs on her. It sticks to her skin that's so clearly visible underneath the LED spotlight above her and her face is twisted in this way of pure irritation that you've rarely seen. It's almost comical.

Or it would be if she wasn't throwing her bag on the floor with an almighty thud and a little yelp from the floorboards below.

“Minji?” is all you say in some hushed tone as you sit on the armchair by the window, hot drink in one hand and your phone in the other as the world passes by in the distance, drowned in downpour.

You look up to watch Minji as she shouts, "How about getting a part, only for it to be taken away? Being promised the world and then having it rug-pulled so you fall flat on your fucking face?!"

Now, Minji never swears in anger. And never means never (again, in anger, specifically). So, it's pretty much a sign of the end of the world when she does. She's kicking off her shoes now, throwing them in the direction of the door and they clatter on the floor like the battering of a drum.

"I—uh."

"You—uh," she mocks, taking a step forward.

"Woah. Minji. What happened?" You ask, setting down the phone on the sill of the window. Minji's stomping her way toward you. Her eyes are wide and filled with something you haven't quite seen before.

"This complete—"there are some sounds from her mouth but they don’t quite resemble words"—shit for a fuck brain!" See, Minji never swears like this, so she's so bad at it that it's laughable.

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, it's a great idea; an amazing concept. I'll write you a fantastic character and it will be romantic and hot and everyone will love it," Minji rants in some sarcastic tone while peeling her shirt off her skin and piling it onto the hardwood floor. She stands in only her sports bra with her arms raised and her voice in high pitch, mocking. "Except, you're not good enough. Oh, no. I have to give the part to this other girl. She's prettier and nicer and just better than you!"

"Ouch." You say, watching as she flops onto the couch opposite. The coffee table in between you is a lousy line of defence. Her socks have little splatters of rainwater on them and not too far above that, her skirt sits just above the knee.

"Oh, shut up," she replies.

"Minji." You throw her a look that says 'Stop taking it out on me', which she understands, but it only gets her to fold her arms dramatically with a little huff and a puff from her mouth, followed by a pout. Then you ask her, "What part even was this? TV?"

"Not exactly."

"An ad? Video game? Movie?"

"Fanfiction."

Fanfiction.

"What?" You blink, to which Minji sighs and rolls her eyes, head tilted to the ground.

"Fanfiction."

"A fanfiction?" you question again. It’s not like you misheard, it’s just an utterly strange thing for her to be so pent up on.

"Don't say it like that." She snaps, leaning back into the chair and crossing her legs so one of her little rain-splattered socks is suspended in the air, and she twists and turns her foot impatiently.

"Just trying to figure out why you're so annoyed about fanfiction."

"Because the guy's a complete moron."

"Probably," you say, drawing your mug of coffee close to your lips. You blow on the surface and Minji is silent. You wait, the steam is coming off the top and through it, you watch her as she thinks as her eyebrows furrow together. Minji shifts in her seat again, the annoyance making her chronically uncomfortable.

"He replaced me!" She shouts, slamming her hands into the arms of the chair and then Minji stands. She takes a few steps and then stops and turns to face you, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms folded, her legs are slightly apart and she's tapping her foot.

"Does he think I'm not pretty enough? Not funny enough? Not sexy enough? Does he think that I wouldn't be good enough at what he wants me to do, hm? So he doesn't want to write me sucking a dick? Well, screw him. Fucking Capslocked."

You're not sure what's going on here, so you're just sitting back and watching her, coffee nestled in your hand and feet propped on the table. She's standing still, waiting for you to say something, anything, and when you don't, she begins to pace.

"Why would he change his mind and just decide that someone else is better than me? What, does he not like my body? Do you not like my body?"

"Your body is fantastic." You say, taking another sip of the coffee.

"Yeah, and don't you forget it." She snaps, stopping again and placing her hands on her hips, either side of that exposed waistline.

"The fuck kind of name is 'Capslocked' anyway?" You mutter, mostly to yourself. Minji doesn't reply, but you see her take a step closer to you.

"And," Minji begins and then pauses, you look up at her and she's just staring. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is a little laboured, her chest rising and falling with each breath. There's a pause. Her tongue runs over her lips and you can see her thinking—gears grinding inside her head.

"And?" you ask.

"Shut up," she hisses, kicking your leg so your feet fall from the coffee table and you almost spill the drink down yourself. She places her hands on your knees, bending over to you.

"Minji, my drink—"

"Shh." her hair falls across her face, a black silk drape half-covering the expression beneath. There's an anger under there, something she's trying to push back down, but it's not quite working. Her nails dig into your thighs as she pushes them apart, and the steam rises again above the surface of the liquid in your cup. Minji is too busy running her hand along your crotch.

"What're you—"

"Replaced me," she repeats to herself, a little huff leaving her as she slips down onto her knees. "Fucking replaced me."

"Minji, I'm sure he—"

"I don't care. Shut up. I'm not talking to you." Her hands are shaking, whether from frustration or some other confused feeling that burns under her skin. Probably a mix of many feelings. They're fumbling at the button of your jeans and she's tugging down the zip, her teeth bared. You're watching, and it's as if she is possessed.

Your heartbeat is thunderous in your ears, the heat is rising and Minji is pushing her hair out of her face.

"I'm gonna do this so well."

"You always do."

"I said stop talking. So. Stop. Talking," she sounds out each word with authority, her eyes wide and angry. Minji is pushing down the fabric and reaching into the opening in your underwear. She wraps her fingers around you, the cool touch of her skin making you jerk.

"Minji, my drink." Your hand trembles slightly as you try not to spill it. Minji doesn't listen. She pulls you free. A low hum leaves her throat as she licks her lips and leans forward. Her warm breath is ghosting over you, her eyes are closed and there's a little smirk on her lips. Your cock is only halfway to hard and her hand is wantingly trying to coax you into arousal.

It doesn't take much. It never does with Minji.

"Fuck," you groan, the sound of your voice making her look up.

"Don't," she replies, a warning in her eyes. Minji's hand is moving up and down and it's not with that same gentle caress she usually has.

"God, Minji."

"Quiet." She stops, her lips are pouted and her eyes are locked onto you. Her hand is around you, the pressure is gentle, but it's enough to hold you. You're frozen there a moment, her eyes are staring right through you and you're not entirely sure what's going to happen. "Don't say a word, and don’t spill your drink,” she tells you, her free hand rubbing your thigh.

"Minji—"

"Don't." She whispers, her tongue licking over the surface of her lip. Her mouth opens, and she's leaning in. The warmth of her breath is making the muscles of your abdomen twitch and your head spin. Her tongue is the first thing that touches you. She's holding you still, and the head of your cock is resting on her bottom lip, and the feeling of the smooth surface makes you want to thrust forward, but Minji's hand holds you firm.

You bite your lip as Minji's tongue swirls around the tip. It's light and soft and sends electricity through your nerves. You groan ever so slightly and she looks up at you, her eyes narrowed. Your knuckles whiten as you grip the mug, her hair tickling the inside of your thigh as she lowers her head.

Her tongue runs along the underside and pastes your cock with a wetness. The hand around you moves down, and she takes you in. Her mouth is heaven, and her lips the closing gates. You let out a deep sigh, your chest heaving, and Minji's free hand slides up the inside of your shirt, her nails grazing your skin.

Her mouth moves, her lips tightening, and the movement is slow. It's torturous and the sensation of her tongue swirling around the underside of your cock sends you spiralling. Minji knows this, and she's looking up at you. You want to touch her; you want to tangle your fingers into her hair; you want to grab her and pull her against you.

But her eyes speak many words left unspoken. They command your stillness, your silence, and your complete submission.

Minji is working her mouth over you, and her hand is stroking you, up and down and up and down. She's bobbing her head and humming slightly. The melody is almost hypnotic but sounds as if being played by force rather than elegance.

Her scratches are harder than ever and it feels like fire across your chest. Your toes are curling and your head is thrown back. The heat from the mug permeates into your skin as you grip it tighter.

"Ah, Minji." You moan. Minji stops, looking up at you. There's a drop of spit on her lip, and her face is flushed. You're not sure what to do. She's glaring, and she's holding you. Your heart is beating like the hammer of a drum and just above it, her nails grip, threatening to pierce through flesh.

"I said quiet." Words laced with venom. She digs somehow deeper into your chest as she pushes herself to her feet. "Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until I scream and you're going to stay quiet."

You're not quite sure what's happening. This is a Minji you have seldom seen before, but it's all happening so fast. She's pulling up her skirt, sliding down her panties, and she's kicking them off so the fabric lands somewhere to the side. She's stepping forward and her knees are touching the armrests. Closer and closer she comes with her eyes fixed on you.

Your mouth is dry, and her fingers are on your jaw. Her eyes bore holes in your own and she's lowering herself. In a moment of weakness, you throw a glance at your hand, still holding the half-full cup. There's an angry sound from Minji and she snarls, "Focus on me."

Minji swipes her arm at the cup, sending it flying. You watch the arc of the cup and the contents spill across the floor. She's not waiting, she's not looking. There’s not an ounce of concern within her for something so trivial.

You feel the soft wetness of her sex on your tip, she's rubbing herself on the head, the moisture spreading along the underside and Minji's face is screwed up in pleasure and her legs are shaking. She's panting and moaning and she's trying to slide down.

"Minji, are you—"

She thrusts her hand over your mouth with a growl and wild eyes. Her nails are biting into your cheek. "Not. Another. Word."

Minji's other hand is on your shoulder; using it for balance as she tries to move herself. She's lowering herself down and the head of your cock slips into her.

She's so warm. So unbelievably wet. Minji gasps and her back arches and her breasts heave beneath her slightly see-through sports top as she breathes. Her nails dig deeper into your flesh, her lips are parted and her head is thrown back, leaving her throat exposed—a pale expanse of milky perfection.

"Oh, God," she moans, the sound reverberating around the room as she slowly sinks and the walls of her cunt are tight on you. So tight. She trembles as she speaks. "You can't replace this."

Her skirt is around her waist, the material covering the sight of where your bodies meet. But you can feel it; you can feel every little movement she makes.

"I'm so wet."

So fucking wet.

"You're so hard."

Hard. So hard.

"How could anyone replace this?"

How? How could you possibly replace this?

Her cries are shrill, and the heat of her is all around you. It's the only thing you can focus on—her. You try to answer, but your words never make it past the hand on your mouth. She's panting, and her hair is wild, her eyes wide and her mouth open. And she's just riding until she can't no more. Until her muscles grow weak and until her cum leaks between her legs.

"This is what they want, isn't it? They want to fuck me. Riding them. On my knees. They want me bent over the table, or against the wall, or—or—fuck!" Her words are sharp and punctuated with gasps and moans. "Want me to cum—" she trails off into something close to a scream, her body convulsing. Her back is arched and her hips are pressed down onto yours.

She's grinding into you, and you can feel her clench around your cock. Your head is swimming, and your hips are jerking. You can't breathe. Her fingers are loosening their hold on your mouth, but you dare not speak. You're not even sure if you can.

Minji's hand is moving, sliding down your cheek, around your jaw and then gripping on your neck. She admires the red claw marks on your cheek.

"That's right," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "They want to fuck me, don't they? They all read and write those filthy little stories and keep dreaming of the impossible. But that fucker won’t write it for them."

You can only sit and take in the way that she is glowing with the sweat, the light catching her skin and highlighting the contours of her face and her collarbone. Her small top clings to her sticky chest and leaves so very little to the imagination. Through it you see the smooth curve of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples and below it the ridges of her toned abdomen that flexes with her slowing grind.

She's climbing off you now and pulling you up from your seat. Her arms are around your neck and her eyes are on yours. You're staring into the depth of her eyes, the black pupils large and the irises a warm, golden honey.

"You're not going to replace me, are you?"

"Never."

"Good."

She leans back a little and pulls your shirt up until it's around your neck. She pulls it to your mouth, feeding the fabric into it before tying some sort of makeshift knot behind your head. "Now. Not another word." Minji pulls off her own top, peeling it away from her sweat-soaked skin.

You watch as she takes a few steps back; her cotton-hugged feet on the ground, her skirt falling back over those long legs and her hands on the hem of the fabric. She's smiling at you, a wide and wicked grin. You watch her and she's watching you. She's pulling it up now and her hands are underneath it. She turns to the window. "Now you're going to pin me against this window and do me, aren't you? Nod if you are."

You nod.

Minji giggles, throwing a look over her shoulder. "I'm the best, aren't I?"

Minji doesn't wait for you to nod again. She turns away and looks out the window—the city is alive. The rain is falling; the lights are flickering and cars are passing by far below. Minji is leaning her forehead against the glass, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. Her hair is wild and messy and the light is illuminating her.

You're stepping towards her, one hand on her back, the other sliding over the curve of her ass. You can see her reflection, the smile on her lips. Her hands are on the glass, palms flat, and you're sliding a hand between her legs and over her wet, sensitive skin.

She's shivering and letting out little gasps as your fingers dance along the flesh and your fingertips tease her folds. She's whimpering, and the sound makes your cock twitch.

"Fuck me," Minji whispers, her nails scratching the window. You can't deny a woman so insatiable.

You adjust your jaw; it's so uncomfortably pinned open and you're unable to say a word. You can't tell her just how nice that ass is and how the view inside the window makes a mockery of the one outside. You can't tell her how her hair is so beautiful, or how her eyes are the prettiest you've ever seen. You can't tell her anything.

But you can tell her in another way—through touch. The thought sends a chill down your spine and your teeth sink into the material of the shirt. Minji's whining and you're slipping your fingers between her lips. She's hot, and the heat is dripping from her. It's on your fingers and it's soaking into your palm.

Minji is moving her hips, trying to find purchase on your fingers, the tip of one brushing her clit. She gasps and throws her head back. You're sliding a finger inside her, the movement easy and Minji is bucking her hips, her body trying to pull you further and deeper.

"Fuck me like I'm the only woman in the world. Like you'll die if you don't fuck me. Like there's no one else in the world who can make you feel like I do."

You're pushing her against the window, the foggy condensation from her breath and the heat of her body mar the surface. Minji is laughing—the hot and breathy kind of laugh—as you press her into the glass.

"That's it. Come on. Fuck me now,” she orders and just like that, you're doing it. She's moaning and her back arches. You're inside her and the tightness is enough to make you come undone. You're pressing her harder and harder against the window.

"That's it. Oh, yes. Harder. That's what they all want."

You're slamming into her, and she's taking it. You're not holding back. Minji is moaning and her fingers are curling, nails raking. Her voice is echoing in the room and the sound makes your skin prickle.

"They all want me like this. Bent over and begging. Oh, fuck yes."

"They can't have you." You growl through the shirt, your teeth tearing into the fabric.

"No." Minji screams, "They can't have me. They can't touch me. He can't touch me. Won't even write about me. If only he could see me now. I bet he would change his mind. Wouldn't you?"

You fuck her until the muscles in the back of your legs stiffen. You fuck her until she's screaming. You fuck her until the glass is a mess of fingerprints, sweat, and spit. Until the golden skin of her back glows with moisture.

You fuck her until your vision starts to fade and your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that it’s unbearable. You fuck her until you can't anymore.

And she's still going, her screams echoing and her body writhing against yours, and it's all too much. You need to release, and it needs to be inside Minji.

You're coming undone and your hips jerk and stutter and Minji's body is convulsing. Your cum is spilling into her, and she's cumming again and she's screaming, the sound so shrill that it hurts. You're groaning and she's shaking, the walls of her cunt clenching and drawing your orgasm out until you can't think and you can't breathe and everything is both too much and not enough.

Leaning forward so her back is flush with your chest, and she is truly pinned. Your breathing is hard, and hers is heavy and the two of you stay there for a while, frozen in ecstasy. The room absorbs the sound of your combined pants, the rain and the distant hum of the city.

Minji is the first to move, twisting herself free from the weight of your body against her. Your cock slides out. The feeling of the cool air and the absence of her body sends a shiver through you. You stumble, the shirt falling from your mouth and your vision is blurry.

Minji is laughing and you're looking at her as she is plucking away the strands of hair which stick to her face. And when she finishes, Minji steps forward and slaps you. "I told you not to make a mess."

"Minji, you made the mess."

"Shut up."

"But I—"

She grabs you by the neck and kisses you. Her lips are hot and the kiss is hungry and messy. Her tongue is in your mouth and her hands are all over you. The kiss is hard and deep and it's leaving you breathless.

She's pulling you to the ground, her legs wrapping around you and your hand is on her thigh. The heat of her core is against you and her nails are digging into your back. She's biting your lip, and she's pushing you over onto your back.

She's straddling you. Her hands are on your chest, her palms pressing down.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" you pant. Minji's looking at you with a disregard for your words.

Your cock is so tender under her rough motions, and there’s no stopping your whimper. Minji is smiling, and the sight is so sweet. "Are you complaining?"

"No," you manage to say, as a shiver runs down your spine as she lowers herself and brushes her lips against your ear.

Her tongue is running over your earlobe and she's nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Her hands are on your shoulders and her legs are squeezing your waist. "Good boy. We're not done. Not even close."

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my autism went a little bonkers and i possibly came up with an entire video game plot because i didn’t just wanna reuse one of the plots from the actual movies. whoops. anyways here yall go!

more under the cut cuz. this is a very long post.

Our five main characters are all seniors in high school, and all get detention for various reasons. noah and owen are well known best friends- best known for being smart and silly respectively- but the others don’t know each other very well. alejandro has a small bias against noah and owen, one for beating him in every class ever, the other for simply being… owen. izzy and eva respect each other but aren’t exactly friends, both being loners.

they’re punishment takes place in the basement of the school, where they’re told to organize some of the junk down there. they are left by themselves, and reluctantly begin sorting.

noah and owen find an old looking game console, and a singular game. while it looks a bit like junk, noah is certain he can get it to work, and hooks it up to the small TV in the corner of the room.

owen gets excited seeing there are five controllers, and five characters when noah gets the game working. “Jumanji,” it’s called, they’ve never heard of it.

owen immediately chooses a character named “Dr Smolder Bravestone,” based on the fact he liked the word “brave” being in the name. noah rolls his eyes and beings to actually read through the limited information on the characters, when izzy bounds up to them.

she grabs a controller and gasps, reading “killer of men�� and immediately selecting her character, “Ruby Roundhouse.”

noah, having read the options, chooses the character nicknamed “Seaplane,” being a fan of planes and piloting himself. izzy calls eva over, who agrees to play to get out of cleaning, and chooses randomly from the last two characters, “Professor Shelly Oberon.”

alejandro finally cracks and asks what they’re doing, and owen explains, asking him to join as there’s one character left. alejandro declares he “will NOT be the only one doing what they’re supposed to do,” and grabs his controller, being stuck with the character “Mouse Finbar.”

with all characters selected, the game seems to begin. as it does the green sphere in the console starts to glow, and our five characters are sucked into the game itself.

each avatar they chose changes to take on the persons likeness, with physical alternations to match their character.

example, owen still is blonde and a bit rounder, but he’s now ripped as hell. much higher endurance and strength, things that Bravestone would have.

eva has the strongest physical change, as her avatar is actually a boy. he still resembles eva, but much more masculine, and with a male body of course. she freaks out for a while about it.

owen and izzy are SO HAPPY in their character bodies. owen can enjoy running around and throwing things without running out of breathe, izzy has even more knowledge on fighting and more flexibility than she does regularly.

noah doesn’t mind too much being his character. he has cool sunglasses and a jacket. he’s chilling.

alejandro is. pissed. so very incredibly pissed. he cannot BELIEVE he got stuck with such a “stupid looking character.” it gets worse when they learn they can check their strengths and weaknesses.

(i don’t have 100% of them worked out yet, but here’s some i know for sure!)

Noah:

Strengths: Piloting, Engineering

Weaknesses: Mosquitos

Izzy:

Strengths: Dance fighting, Karate, Tai’Chi, Jui-Jitsu

Weaknesses: Venom

Eva:

Strengths: Cartography, Paleontology

Weaknesses: Endurance

Owen:

Strengths: Fearless, Speed, Climbing, Smoldering Intensity

Weaknesses: None

Alejandro:

Strengths: Zoology, Expert Weapon Valet

Weaknesses: Speed, Strength, Lava (get it. DO YOU GUYS GET IT.)

anyways, moving on, they quickly figure out they’re somewhere in a jungle, and noah notes almost immediately that they were definitely pulled into the game. he points out the nametag on his jacket, as well as alejandro’s vest, proving they’re currently in the bodies of their chosen avatars.

they all panic for a minute before finding a body of water to check their reflections in. they talk for a bit and noah starts ranting about the insane idea of being trapped in a video game,

and then an alligator eats him!

everyone FREAKS OUT because noah just DIED in front of them. that is until they hear and electronic chime and the same noah comes dropping from out of the sky and face down onto the ground in front of everyone else.

from his death he points out the tattoos on everyone, and how the tally marks represent lives. he explains how he died, and only has two lives left. he seems incredibly displeased about it.

it’s by this point they realize izzy had wandered off while noah was explaining the lives, and she returns with a snake around her neck.

of course everyone yells at her, and of course she defends herself, and of course she gets bit by the snake. and dies instantly.

the snake slithers away and izzy drops from the sky, noah angrily repeating his speech about lives, and suddenly him and izzy are down to two.

more snakes start slithering out from the jungle, and i mean like and insane amount of snakes. they’re covering every inch of the ground.

the five make and executive decision to sprint for their lives, and they run into a man riding a horse, five others appearing seemingly out of thin air.

they all get on a horse and start riding away with the strange man, who soon reveals himself to be an NPC named Nigel, that noah figures is there to help them begin the “game.”

Nigel states that Jumanji is in danger, and he’s sorry to have to call Dr Bravestone back to Jumanji, and that all the details are in the letter he sent. owen realizes he’s now holding a letter, and reads it out to everyone.

Dr Bravestone, who had lived in Jumanji a few years prior to becoming a world known adventurer and archaeologist, had an Ex - Girlfriend he left behind.

(current name for her i have is Lola, not 100% sure yet, but that’s what i’ll be calling her)

Lola was so overcome with grief, she turned to a cursed stone. one originally found by her father, who was an archaeologist who taught Dr Bravestone many things. the stone was rumored to take one emotions from them, effectively turning them heartless. in Lola’s desperation, she steals the stone from the hiding place of her fathers, and allows it to consume her.

becoming heartless, her grief turns to something similar to hatred. she wants to rule Jumanji, and she wants to kill Dr Bravestone.

for years now she’s been slowly building up a following, soldiers ready to die for her and her desires. unfortunately for her, a thief had managed to break into her own residence, and steal the gem.

Nigel explains then how he’d called Dr Bravestone and his companions to Jumanji because he’d recently learned the whereabouts of the gem. hidden somewhere in a town just on the coast of Jumanji itself.

he hands owen a map as the horses come to a stop, just outside the jungle itself. he explains they’ll need to follow the map to the town, find the gem, and rid the land of its curse. when asked how, he simply repeats that “To leave the game, you must save Jumanji, then call out its name.”

eventually the five ride away just enough to no longer hear Nigel, then look at that map. they discover no one can read it but eva, her avatar having the strength of “cartography,” the study of maps.

(they use this time to figure out how to check their own strengths and weaknesses, giving them a much better idea of what they can do as their characters.)

they follow a path she directs them too, coming upon a mountain. eva says it seems like they’ll have to climb over it somehow, and alejandro reluctantly begins digging in his backpack for something to use.

as he does, Lola shows up with a fleet of soliders, and a large lion right at her heel. she gives a big evil villain speech, and as she does, the group start urging him to attempt and speak to the lion. alejandro argues that being a zoologist does NOT mean he can talk to animals, and owen argues it’s a video game, anything is possible.

against his better judgement, alejandro does indeed attempt to speak to the lion, and immediately gets killed. the four others freak out and begin to run away on their horses.

owen stops as an electronic chime sounds, and quickly turns to run back. alejandro drops down near where he died, and owen immediately grabs him and using his character strength, pulls him up onto the horse with him. alejandro can’t decide if he’s more angry or grateful with him at the moment as they catch up with the other three.

while running, eva mentions that the map was changing, a second pathway suddenly appearing, going through the mountain and into a mine. both pathways appear to lead to the town they need to get to, so they duck into the mines after ditching their horses, effecting losing Lola and her men.

while in the mines, it’s incredibly dark. they can barely see each other, but manage to feel their way around to a few things.

(for eva, her character can read the map at all times, so the map is somewhat illuminated in her eyes. this “light” does not reflect anywhere else for her to use.”

they find two night vision goggles, and then noah feels what appears to be three minecarts. fluttering sounds from around them, and vampire bats begin to fly out at them.

freaking out, alejandro snaps on a pair of goggles and shoves him and the first person he grabbed into the first minecart, yelling for everyone else to follow. noah grabs at the sides of the cart like a mad man, being the one alejandro had grabbed.

eva jumps into the second cart immediately, izzy snapping on the second pair of goggles and following. owen blindly falls into the third cart, and they’re off.

the map seems to have zoomed in for eva, giving a very sketchy route through the caves using the minecarts. she shouts out answers as alejandro uses his position in the first cart to lean out and hit levers when needed, adjusting the tracks in time for them all.

the vampire bats are fast, and deadly according to alejandro, as he spits out facts about them inbetween eva screaming directions.

izzy decides she can fight, even with the minecarts flying at a high speed. with eva being too focused figuring out where to direct alejandro, izzy manages to balance herself on the edge of the minecart, beating the shit out of the vampire bats.

she does awesome for a while, being in the middle of everyone, she manages to keep the bats away from eva and alejandro as much as possible. owen tries to help fight them off as well with his strength, but he can barely see, and keeps almost falling out of his cart.

they’re getting closer to the exit and izzy gets a bit too into her fighting. shes kicking just a bit too often, too high, and she gets hit in the torso by a bat.

she screams as she drops down to the bottom of the cave, owen leaning out just too far in an attempt to save her, and his scream echos as he falls down with her.

noah curses the air as they hit the end of the track, praying the two would land in the carts instead of just straight back down into the cave. luckily, they do, somehow not being injured by technically falling through an entire mountain.

owen and izzy get dragged out of the cave and into the safe seeming forest, and eva screams at izzy. she grabs her arm and shows her the one tally mark left on her arm, telling her that she’s going to get herself killed.

izzy realizes two things. one, that this game is much more serious than she thought. two, eva does genuinely care for her.

the five of them shake off the first real level of the game, and follow a path through the forest to the town Nigel had told them to get to.

upon entering, the group decides to split up. no matter what they find they’ll need a way to get away in case Lola and her people show up, which means they need transportation. noah and owen agree to attempt to find a way to get some, while eva izzy and alejandro split off to try and find any clues about the gem they need.

they run into a suspiciously talkative girl, who they pin as an important NPC. the girl beings flirting with eva’s avatar, and she freaks out because she simply cannot talk to women.

alejandro and izzy sneak off to try and figure out who the NPC is, and run into owen and noah. the duo has had no luck getting anything, seeing as boats are the only option, and they have nothing to trade and no money to rent one.

izzy pulls out a shit ton of gems from seemingly nowhere, saying she was grabbing the shiny things while in the cave fighting the bats. everyone is a little scared, but the boys happily take the gems to trade and run off.

alejandro and izzy return to their task, and figure out the NPC must be the thief Nigel was talking about. they run back to where they left eva who seems to be holding up decently well, and threaten the thief.

without hesitation, she kills eva. alejandro and izzy panic as she’s quickly dropped back to the ground, and starts angrily ranting about how they need it to break the damn curse and go home, and the thief switches up quickly. she apologizes for thinking badly of them and tells them she wishes to break the curse too, not wanting to live under the rule of someone with no heart.

owen and noah return saying they’ve successfully rented a boat, and eva explains she’s lost a life. her and noah, having been very protective of their lives thus far, are both a little freaked out by how quickly she was killed by just an NPC.

as the thief leads them to where she hid the gem, Lola and her men show up and begin to raid the town, searching for our five main characters. they manage to grab the gem and make it to their boat without any deaths, and noah quickly takes charge in driving the boat away from the town.

while showing them the gem, the thief had explained how to destroy the gem. they must take it to an island across from their town, find a way to the top of the volcano resting there, and throw the stone into it. that will break the curse, and kill Lola, freeing Jumanji.

as eva tells noah where to go to get to the island, Lola’s men start dropping down onto the boat from helicopters that begin to circle them. izzy gets to shine here using her “dance fighting” strength, and owen gets to punch people off the boat. alejandro unfortunately cannot help much here, but happily supplies weapons from his endless backpack for owen to use.

unfortunately owen does get taken by surprise, am arrow hitting his shoulder and throwing him off guard. izzy is too late to grab him before he’s thrown off the ship by a solider, and he dies soon after. he lands back on the boat, down to one life just like izzy.

izzy manages to rid the boat of the rest of the soldiers, giving the characters a bit of time to figure out their next move.

noah is suddenly yelling for everyone to get off the boat, as he can see shore ahead, and tells them to swim to it. they argue, and he tells them it’s fine, and he has two lives left.

everyone knows he’s giving one of them up, and reluctantly get off the boat. alejandro tries to stay with noah, knowing how protective of his lives he’s been, and noah ends up throwing him off the boat and then quickly driving off.

the other four manage to swim to shore and watch as Lola’s soldiers follow after noah and their boat. they run to the bottom of the volcano and alejandro starts throwing a fit about one of his weaknesses being “lava.”

they find a broken down seaplane near the end of the volcano, and a journal inside. the plane was the one Lola’s father used to get to the island, and they learn there’s another way to break to stone. there’s a silver chisel he had made just in case of anyone accidentally getting cursed, one that can shatter the stone and free the individual of the curse.

they hear an electronic chime, and faintly see noah falling from the sky, as well as soliders approaching the island, having caught wind of where the other four were, and having killed noah.

the other four go into a panic and eva quickly shows them to a path leading up the volcano, and chase beginning. owen ends up carrying alejando after a bit of running, his weakness genuinely slowing him down too much as they race higher up the volcano.

time is running out, and with no idea where the silver chisel they need could be, the group decides they have no choice but to throw the stone into the lava as they reach the top.

owen argues, he says they need to save Lola. the others argue she’s just a video game character, and owen points out how real everything there was, and there’s clearly another way.

due to their argument, they four get cornered by Lola herself. she gives another long monologue of course, and then she gets one of her men to pay alejandro down in search for them gem. when he doesn’t have it, alejandro is pushed into the volcano.

owen and izzy scream as eva attempts to attack Lola, getting thrown into the lava next as soon as it’s discovered she doesn’t have the gem.

as she moves to check izzy, a loud noise is heard, and than a seaplane crashes into half of Lola’s men.

noah grins from the pilot seat and tells izzy and owen to hurry up, and they jump into the plane. noah expertly rolls the plane to the side as alejandro and eva fall from the sky, and owen and izzy manage to grab them before they fall to the ground, yanking them into the plane.

noah explains after he died he fell in and ocean, making his way to shore and finding the busted seaplane. using his strength of engineering and piloting, he managed to fix the plane up enough for him to use and save them.

they other four tell noah how they’re all down to one life now, and how they learned there’s another way to win the game. noah notes that Lola wears a strange silver necklace, and he noticed because she’s always bringing attention to it.

everyone excitedly praises him for his stupid video game knowledge and observational kills, and noah turns the plane around to head back and confront Lola and win the game.

owen, with the gem still secured in the pocket of his pants, confronts Lola not as owen, but as Dr Bravestone, her long lost love.

there’s an emotional cutscene where we learn Lola has the chisel because she has a yearning somewhere for her heart back, and with Dr Bravestone returning to apologize to her, she manages to break for a moment long enough for alejandro to sneak up and take her necklace.

she panics as owen whips out the stone. alejandro throws him the necklace, and owen manages to pierce the gem and crack it almost immediately.

nothing happens for a moment, and noah remembers Nigel’s words. “To leave the game, you must save Jumanji, then call out its name.”

our five characters call out “Jumanji,” and a bright pink light flashes from our the gem and throughout the area, making the entire world suddenly glow a bit brighter.

Lola, with her now returned emotions, thanks Dr Bravestone for saving her. there’s a lot of feelings from her as Nigel suddenly flies in from a helicopter.

he thanks everyone as well, then reaching his hand out for a handshake. noah tells them this had to be the end, and they all realize they’re actually alive.

alejandro shakes Nigel’s hand first with enthusiasm, and then everyone else follows, getting sent right back to the basement they were originally in, as if no time had passed at all.

okay that was way more of the plot than i meant to write, but yea! here’s more facts about it,

the jungle is the “tutorial” level. the mines are level one, the fight on the sea is level two, and the volcano is level three.

i thought the idea of the volcano and island being the final stage as funny since i’m using tdi characters for this. also having alejandro’s weakness be lava!

the game itself is technically a choose your own adventure. there are three important choices to make in the game!

the first is the choice to go over the mountain or through it. if the gang had gone over the mountain, they would’ve had to out run Lola and her men, but would’ve lost them by the time they reached the woods.

the second choice is with the thief. there’s an option to and attempt to steal her gem from her, which is why she so quickly kills eva when threatened. as soon as eva had “chosen” to instead befriend the thief, the other route closed and the befriend route opened immediately, which is why our NPC switched up so quickly after eva explained what was going on!

the last choice is of course being whether to kill Lola to save Jumanji, or find a way to reason with her and save her instead. without owen, the group would’ve likely ended the game by simply killing the villain. thankfully we have a loveable leader to help them out!

now each character has a specific arc they work through throughout the game, based on how they are in the real world.

owen had to learn how to step up and be more of a leader, when the right time to take charge and step in was.

alejandro had to learn how to step back and let someone else lead, how to be the support to someone else.

eva had to learn how to be a team player, learning to communicate better and help others instead of just herself.

izzy had to learn how to focus better, when to take things more seriously for others, when their lives were in danger.

noah had to learn to put in effort, to choose and make a sacrifice for the greater good instead of letting someone else do it instead.

also i always invision alenoah in everything i write so feel free to imagine that! i didn’t add any of those details because i was much more focused on plot, but they’re always getting together in everything universe i write them in.

i spent over an hour writing this out so yes!!! i know this is super self indulgent but if you read this far you’re super cool!

i just watched both of the modern jumanji movies and oh my goodness my brain is running so quickly. total drama au but but but jumanji. guys pleaseseseseee hear me out it would be team escope and alejandro GUYSSS IM THINKKINGG

#total drama island #tdi fanfic #tdi #i don’t know how to stop my brain from thinking #i did this all. today #in the last few hours #i’m rewatching the movies again #also yes the plot is cliche on purpose!!#it’s a silly adventure video game #i used specific elements of the movies in my plot to help replicate the feeling #so yes #anyways slay #goodnight

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