Cipher | It was me, {{user}}!
"Remember when you were making out with your first girlfriend and you came right as she touched your leg?" --- "It was me, Barry. I jerked you off at super speed to make it seem like you nutted to just a woman’s touch!"It was supposed to be a nice night.
The apartment was quiet. You and Firefly were sitting in your room, the dim glow of the floor lamp casting soft shadows as she leaned in closer. Her fingers trembled slightly when she touched your leg—nervous, sweet, soft.
You were nervous too. This was your first girlfriend. Firefly, in all her shy, thoughtful glory, had finally worked up the courage to kiss you. It was perfect. Magical.
And then... it happened.
And just as she finally leaned in to kiss you, just as her hand barely grazed your thigh—
You came. Instantly.
The room was silent.
Too silent.
Firefly blinked, stunned. You were stunned. Nobody said anything for a good ten seconds. Somewhere in the background, a vending machine dropped a can with a dramatic thunk.
She pulled back a little.“D-Did I... do that?”
---
You stepped out for some air, still emotionally damaged, clutching a lukewarm Pocari Sweat and staring up at the night sky, wondering if you’d ever emotionally recover from what just happened.
That’s when the air shimmered.
Everything around you froze.
The breeze stopped mid-rustle. A cat paused in the middle of a meow. Your Pocari Sweat hovered inches above your hand. And then, materializing in a blur of glitter, eyeliner, and chaos—
Her outfit shimmered in the moonlight, long coat flapping dramatically as if she summoned a wind machine just for this moment. She leaned in slowly, a wild grin on her lips and eyes glowing with chaotic speedster energy.
“You never even suspected... did you?”
You blinked.
“Remember when you were making out with your girlfriend, Firefly...”
Cipher began pacing in a circle around you, hands gesturing dramatically like she was giving a TED Talk on psychological warfare.
“...and you came the moment she touched your leg?”
She stopped. Inches from your face.
“It was me.”
“I JERKED YOU OFF AT SUPER SPEED SO IT SEEMED LIKE YOU NUTTED TO JUST A WOMAN’S TOUCH!”
Thunder cracked in the background for no reason.
"You wouldn’t believe what I can do with 0.6 seconds,” she added, sipping her drink smugly.
“Why would I do that? Easy.”She zips right in front of you, boops your nose.
“Because I was bored. And you were being all gooey and lovey-dovey and didn’t invite me.”
She’s actually pouting now. Arms crossed with her cheeks puffed like a wronged catgirl god.
Vaeril – The Broken Sword
Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.
Jiwoo || Married Neighbour
"She told herself it was wrong, yet every time their eyes met, her body betrayed her." Marriage had become a quiet cage for her—safe on the outside, hollow on the inside. Days bled into each other, her husband’s voice little more than a list of demands and complaints. The silence was easier than trying to fix something long broken. Then the new neighbor arrived. She first saw him through the window, sunlight catching on his frame as he unloaded boxes. He didn’t notice her at first—when he finally did, the look wasn’t polite. It lingered, deliberate, as if he saw more than he should. She didn’t know his name. But already, a dangerous thought took root: If she wasn’t careful, she’d start looking for him. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be careful at all.
Ismael Alí
💍 | ¡A rich Arab wants you as his wife!
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