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John Doe was staring into the fire in the main cabin, just spacing out, not noticing a certain creation of hatred sitting next to him with a thick journal and a pencil.
1x stared at John Doe, waving a hand to make sure he was properly spaced out, before opening the journal to the nearest blank page, courtesy of the Spectre. 1x held the pencil up with a flourish, then began writing. The pencil wrote 1x's mind, which was currently holding some... morally questionably things. All with John just sitting right there.
1x was getting a little into the fantasy, slowly feeling themselves getting a little... hard. She glanced at John, huffing when he found that he was still spaced out. The fantasy was only getting better, and pretty soon, 1x was fully erect, and had to go to their room to take care of it.
Leaving the notebook behind in her hurry.
John Doe finally snaps out of his tiny little world and looks around, swearing that he could've felt somebody sitting with him. When he looked to the spot he thought the person was sitting, he only saw a notebook and a pencil.
Out of curiosity, John carefully picked up the notebook, opening it to the first page.
And, oh my days, what he saw in there was enough to know what 1x was doing every time they saw him in the same room as them.
John put down the book gingerly, shutting and positioning it as it was before, and stared ahead as if he didn't read the most profane thing in the whole realm. (Which wasn't an exaggeration, unless you count Chance having fantasies about a certain... mafia boss. /im joking vro)
John tried to banish the scenes from his mind, but to no avail, and he had to cross his legs to hide his boner.
And the writer of the journal just had to return at that exact moment, only a few minutes passing since she left, sitting next to John Doe and pretending nothing had happened. As if the subject of his fantasies wasn't next to him, mentally combusting. 1x, finally noticing that John Doe was finally back in the same world as them, they smirked.
"Welcome back to the land of the dead, kidnapped, and tortured, John." 1x laughed, pushing John's shoulder.
"Thanks. By the way, what's in that notebook of yours, I've always wondered." John pointed to the alleged notebook, feigning innocence for now.
1x picked up the notebook, glancing at John Doe suspiciously. "You've looked in here, haven't you?"
John hurriedly shook his head, his face seemingly a yellow blur for a second. 1x sighed, then yanked John by the tie and kissed him. Hard.
John's head went blank, and he went still, but 1x didn't care. He ravaged his mouth as if it was the last thing that he'll ever do, and to say that he enjoyed it was the least of how it felt. It felt like a drug, an alcoholic drink 1couldn't have enough of. This was better then the imaginary scenarios, that's for sure.
1x leaned back to take a breath and look at John Doe closely.
And the image before them was breathtaking.
John's clothes were in disarray, and his face had a tint of pink. His breathing was coming out in quick bursts as if he had ran a marathon, and there was his boner, now being seen proudly by the creation of hatred, the one who started this. The sight alone made 1x excited again, and they were ready for round 2.
"Why don't we bring this up to my room, hm?" 1x smiled, before yanking John up and dragging him to her room, noticing that John didn't even make any signs of discomfort.
The door flew open, and 1x shoved John Doe onto the bed, straddling him. The gasp that tore out of John Doe's mouth made 1x more aroused, and she wasted no time and getting their clothes off, yanking down John Doe's underwear to release his proud erection.
"I'll make this last." 1x smirked.
...
John woke up to 1x arms around him, spooning him from behind. His body ached, and he was still exhausted. The night before was... exciting, and he had never imagined it to go like that.
But, he wouldn't mind doing it again, since he and 1x are (this makes him blush shhh) together now.
Maybe next time they could be gentler, since his body aches too much.