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jaysbaefie · 20 hours ago

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backseat | pjs

synopsis: in which your older brothers best friend finally stops teasing you and shows you just how much he wants you.

genre: brothers best friend to lovers

paring: older brothers best friend!jay x afab reader

warnings: teasing, softdom!jay, sort of bratty!reader, fingering, spitting, cum eating? licking?, usage of petname ‘princess’, jungwon watches (kind of), pretty tame… for the first time we have more plot than porn wowza !

wc: 6.2k

a/n: it’s been a minute, but i’m semi back! school is still on my ass but i’ve been procrastinating and wrote this. don’t worry you’ll be getting the rich day jay fic once school is over, im working on it slowly! just thought that id feed yall with this lol. this proves i can write plot and not filth, please guys im a good writer i swear… thank you for 700+ followers! okay now enjoy <33

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"where is he?" you groan.

all your friends had left and now you were sitting on the side of the road like a hobo with all your bags sprawled around you. you felt as if you were going to pass out from a heat stroke, the sun burning so hot that the pavement was beginning to fry your butt.

you had volunteered at a summer camp for underprivileged children this year, thinking that it would look good on your resume and record. i mean, what else did you have going on for you in the summer besides bed rotting.

originally, your parents were supposed to make the 3 hour drive up to pick you up. however, your mom texted you this morning that sunghoon, your older brother, would be picking you up instead.

you mentally prepared yourself for him to be late, but this late? all time low, even for him.

you leaned against the steel pole as support for your aching back only to flinch when the hot metal burned you through your flimsy t-shirt.

you had gotten tanned this summer, but with the way the sun was shooting rays right at you, you were positive you were going to burn.

after what seems like ages, a car honk snaps you out of your daze. a shiny blue honda civic pulls up in front of you, the tinted windows rolling down to reveal none other than satan himself—sunghoon.

"get in loser, it's hot," he says lifting his shades up for a second before letting them drop back down.

cunt.

you groan, the heat making you dizzy as you pick up your bags—ready to bitch him out for being so late. as you get near the car you notice another figure in the passenger seat, your seat.

"hi, __!" jungwon smiles, his voice cheery as he waves at you.

great, you can't bitch your brother out.

"hi wonnie," you reply half heartedly, motioning to open the trunk so you could put your belongings in the back. jungwon didn't deserve to witness you go crazy bitch on your brother.

"are you not going to be a good big brother and help your sister with her bags," you hiss, raising your brows as you stair at sunghoon with a mocking expression.

sunghoon fake laughs before his expression drops to dead serious, "don't be difficult, chop chop get to it."

you roll your eyes. huffing as you grab you bags and shuffle to the back of the car. after lugging your bags into the trunk, you slam it down extra hard to piss sunghoon off. "hey! be careful with that you little shit," you heard him mutter. you flip him off, making sure he could see you before yanking the back door of the car open.

you angrily sit in, shutting the door with more strength than you needed causing the car to shake slightly at the impact.

"relax, __," you heard right next to you. a small scream leaves your mouth, clutching your chest when you see jay in the back seat with you.

he gives you a smirk, his sharp eyes pinning you down before they give you a once over— causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"what the fuck?!"

"stop screaming so much, __. it's just jay," sunghoon rolls his eyes before he shifts gears and begins to drive.

bitch.

"is this why you were late? had to pick up your little friends?" you sneer as you buckle yourself in, making sure to leave the middle seat empty so there was space between you and jay. you give jungwon a small smile that said 'this isn't directed towards you.'

"yeah, i did actually. i can't be stuck in a car with you for 3 long hours," he sneers right back, you could practically see him roll his eyes even though you were glaring down the back of his seat. "jungwon was already over and i asked jay to come for the vibes," he adds on, the car skidding a bit when sunghoon takes to sharp of a turn.

your head hits the window as the car recovers from sunghoons bad driving, the pain you felt almost distracted you from jays palm which seemed to have found itself on your thigh. you guessed that it had landed there when sunghoon took the turn. you stare down at his large veiny hand, the way it gripped your plush thighs fully and how you wished it was around your neck and not leg.

your head snaps up to look at jay who looks almost, smug? you swallow harshly, your leg twitching as he squeezes your thigh softly before slowly removing his hand—his hand lingering.

"sorry," he grins, not looking the least bit apologetic. his smile made your heart pound erratically in your chest, not being able to look away from him.

you give him a stiff nod before turning your head to stare out the window mindlessly, not trusting yourself to talk.

you had always had a small crush on jay, well, maybe not small. it was quite big, and your brother knew about it and he was ruthless with teasing.

you still remember the day when sunghoon had noticed your behaviour towards jay. you were always eager to please him, if he needed help in any way you'd b the first to offer. you never did that for any of sunghoons friends and sunghoon had caught on.

"i see you still have a little crush on jay," he snickered, sliding next to you as you leaned against the kitchen counter—fiddling with your phone.

you tense up, "n-no? pfft, be for real," you to tried brush off but you had failed miserably.

sunghoon grins, "i know that look, that's the same look you had when you crushed on that creepy kid in elementary. oh my god, i still can't believe you had a crush on creepy youngjae. that guy used to pick and flick his boogers in the tube slide, __!" he exclaimed in disbelief, crossing his arms as he stares up in shock—completely forgetting about the issue at hand.

"you're tweaking," you dismiss with a hand, hoping that he forgets about the situation as a whole—but you aren't that lucky.

he would go to great lengths to tease you about your 'small' crush, especially in front of jay himself. sunghoon made sure that you would always end up sitting next to jay, sitting accordingly so you had no other option.

he got the rest of the group in on it, everyone collectively making sure that you and jay were stuck together whenever you happened to be around them.

every time you were out with him in a group setting, sunghoon made sure you and jay end up next to each other.

movie nights? you're squeezed onto the same couch. dinner? your sitting beside jay. traveling in the same car? you're always in the backseat together.

"oops, looks like there's no other seat," jake grins as he 'innocently' slides into the only available chair, leaving the one next to jay wide open.

jay acts unbothered, but the smirk he would shoot to jake said otherwise. it didn't quite make sense to you why he went along with his friends antics, was this some sort of sick joke to him?

every time jay posted a picture of himself on social media, the group relentlessly tagged you in the comments.

"@__ look away." "@__ don't simp too hard." "@__ jay told us he posted this for you."

and when you post something...

"@ jayparked she's literally serving, say something." "jay's typing..." "jay, blink twice if you're sweating."

jay just sends a single fire emoji under your post and the whole group loses their mind, including you.

it got so bad that you took it upon yourself to sneak out of the house whenever jay was around, trying your best to avoid him. you couldn't stand the relentless teasing, it confused you to no end.

however, today you were stuck with him in the back of your brothers car, for a whole 3 hours.

fuck you, sunghoon.

you know he did this on purpose, he didn't have to invite jay, and he surely didn't need to have him sit in the back. sunghoon knew what he was doing and his smug looks that he was passing you through the cars mirror was proving it.

you're not sure why sunghoon was so adamant on teasing you about jay, shouldn't he want to make sure that you and jay stay as far away from each other as possible?

your his baby sister for fucks sake, his best friend should be off limits.

your head rested against the cool glass of the window, spacing out occasionally as you listen to your brother and his friends talk about random shit.

"you're quiet, that's unusual," a voice whispers into your ear. you flinch, turning your head to see jay's face only centimetres away from your own. "w-what," you respond back hazily, mind not working due to the close proximity.

jay smirks, leaning back slightly as his gaze drops down to your lips and then back to your eyes, "i said, you're unusually quiet. i thought you'd bitch out your brother by now. but no, you've just been staring off into who knows where."

you couldn't help but scoff, the noise causing jay's smirk to widen, "i would've if jungwon wasn't in the car, he doesn't deserve to hear the insults i had planned for sunghoon."

jay's brows furrow in almost offended manner, "but i do?" he lets out a small laugh. you shrug your shoulders, "yeah."

his smirk drops and his expression turns serious, "be careful now, __. i'm starting to think you don't like me, but we both know that's not true."

your eyes widen, staring at jay in shock of his words. "w-what?" you ask stupidly.

jay shrugs, "you know exactly what i meant," he hums before he's leaning away, returning to his original position.

your heart stutters in your chest as you look at the boy in shock. you knew you were obvious but not obvious enough to the point where he was confident enough to mention it to you, and why now out of all times?

had sunghoon finally told jay about your little crush on him? he wouldn't. would he?

you catch sunghoon's eyes in the rear view mirror, shooting him a glare before flipping him off. he scoffs in response, muttering something about you being an ungrateful brat.

"tch, that wasn't nice, __," you shiver when you feel jay's cool breath fan against the shell of your ear. you keep your eyes glued to the back of your brother seat, to afraid to look over in jay's direction.

your grip tightens around your seatbelt as jay leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a taunting murmur.

"what's wrong? cat got your tongue?"

you refuse to turn your head, knowing full well that if you did, you'd be face-to-face with that smug, devastatingly handsome smirk of his. your body betrays you, goosebumps prickling over your arms—your leg twitching under his gaze.

this isn't fair.

you spent years being teased by sunghoon and his idiot friends about your very mild (not really) crush on jay. you never expected jay to play along.

you rather him shut it down and brutally reject you than give you glimmers of hope that your crush on jay was mutual.

sunghoon's voice cuts through the tension. "jay, stop messing with my sister before she starts foaming at the mouth."

your head snaps toward your brother. "oh, fuck off, sunghoon."

jungwon lets out a nervous chuckle, clearly regretting being stuck in the middle of this situation. meanwhile, jay just grins. that slow, lazy grin that makes your stomach do a full goddamn somersault.

"aw, you don't like it when i tease you?" jay asks, voice dripping with amusement.

"i don't like you," you grumble, crossing your arms in defiance.

he hums, tapping his fingers against his thigh. "liar."

you whip your head toward him, scandalized. "excuse me?"

"you're excused."

sunghoon snorts. "damn, she walked right into that one."

you shoot your brother a glare through the rearview mirror again before turning back to jay, your jaw clenched. "i don't know what the hell you're talking about."

jay tilts his head, pretending to think. "hmm. i don't know. maybe it's the way you keep looking at me like you're about to get on one knee and purpose to me," he teases.

your eyes widen. "i'm looking at you like i hate you."

"same thing," he shrugs.

"you're insane," you mutter, trying to shift away, only for jay to lean in again—his broad frame completely invading your space. his scent was clean and musky with a hint of something dangerous and forbidden.

your breath hitches when he lowers his voice just enough that only you can hear.

"i bet if your brother wasn't here," he murmurs, lips barely a breath away from your ear, "you wouldn't be so mouthy."

your body locks up. oh.

the worst part? you don't have a comeback. not one. your brain is short-circuiting, your face burning hotter than the summer sun outside.

jay leans back with a satisfied smirk, watching as you struggle to regain composure.

sunghoon glances in the mirror again, raising a suspicious brow. "why is my sister so quiet all of a sudden?"

"she's just thinking," jay answers smoothly. "maybe about what i just said."

your jaw drops.

sunghoon chokes on his spit, nearly swerving the car off the road. "what the fuck is going on back there?! what the fuck did you say to my baby sister?!"

sure, sunghoon teased you about jay. but he didn't actually want you guys to like each other.

jungwon, the only sane person in the car, sighs loudly. "can we please just make it home alive?" trying to calm down your brother.

you sink into your seat, heat crawling up your neck as jay gives you one last glance. his expression unreadable but his eyes dark, promising something dangerous.

fuck my life.

for the first hour of the drive, you do everything in your power to not acknowledge jay. you scroll through your phone, fiddle with your necklace, even pretend to be deeply interested in the passing scenery outside the window.

but it's impossible to ignore the way his long legs are stretched out beside you, the faint scent of his cologne filling the air, or the way his gaze keeps flickering toward you like he knows he's getting under your skin.

and the worst part?

sunghoon knows too.

"you're awfully quiet back there," your brother comments, smirking as he catches your flushed reflection in the rearview mirror. he had quickly gotten over the thought of you and jay actually being a thing, jay wouldn't do that to him? right?

"usually, you'd be threatening to throw yourself out of the car by now." he snickers obnoxiously.

"maybe i still will," you mutter, shooting him a glare.

"yeah?" jay leans closer, voice low. "need a push?"

you whip your head toward him, narrowing your eyes. "i hate you."

"yeah?" he echoes, tilting his head with that infuriating smirk. "then why are you blushing?" his eyes raking down you face, watching your face turn a deep red.

your mouth opens—only to close when you realize you don't have a comeback.

sunghoon snickers, "damn, she's got nothing. this is a historic moment, note this down you guys."

you sink lower into your seat, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. "i hate you all."

jungwon sighs from the front. "can we go one car ride without you guys fighting?"

"wouldn't be fun," sunghoon says, shifting gears as he takes another reckless turn that nearly sends you into jay's lap.

your hands shoot out to steady yourself—one gripping the handle above the window, the other landing on jay's thigh.

shit.

you freeze.

so does he.

what was this back and fourth you two were doing to one another.

for a split second, neither of you move. your palm is flat against the firm muscle of his thigh, the warmth of his skin seeping through the fabric of his ripped jeans. you can feel how solid he is beneath your fingers, and when your gaze flickers up, jay is already staring at you.

smirking.

slowly, deliberately, he leans down. his voice is soft, but it carries enough weight to send a shiver down your spine.

"if you wanted to touch me," he murmurs, "you could've just asked, princess."

your body goes rigid.

with a yelp, you snatch your hand away like you've been burned, pressing yourself as far against the car door as possible.

sunghoon glances back in the mirror, brows furrowing. "the hell is wrong with you?"

"nothing!" you squeak, face burning.

jay chuckles, shaking his head as he stretches his arms behind his head. "nothing at all."

the drive continues, but now you're hyper-aware of everything. every small shift jay makes, the way his fingers lazily drum against his knee, the occasional glance he throws your way. he's enjoying this, teasing you—making you squirm.

and the worst part?

it's working.

you weren't sure why jay was going out of his way to tease you when he had never done so before. he'd go along with everyone else, but never initiate it.

at some point, sunghoon stops at a gas station to fill up the tank, dragging jungwon inside with him for snacks. you make a move to follow, desperate to put some distance between you and jay—but a firm grip on your wrist stops you.

you turn, heart stuttering when you see jay's fingers curled around your wrist, his thumb brushing lightly against your pulse.

"stay," he says simply.

you swallow. "why?"

his eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "because i want you to."

your breath catches. "you're insufferable."

jay smirks, tugging you closer until you're nearly pressed against him. "and yet," he muses, voice barely above a whisper, "you're still here."

you hate that he's right. you hate the way your pulse jumps at his words, the way your body instinctively leans in despite every alarm going off in your head telling you to move away.

but most of all, you hate the way jay is looking at you—like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"you're so full of yourself," you mutter, yanking your wrist from his grip, though it takes more effort than you'd like to admit.

jay chuckles, leaning back against the seat. "maybe. but i think you like it."

you huff, crossing your arms as you look away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. but you can still feel his gaze burning into the side of your face, the smirk practically radiating off of him.

thankfully, the sound of the car doors opening saves you from further embarrassment. sunghoon and jungwon climb back in, the smell of gas station snacks filling the air as they settle into their seats.

"what did we miss?" sunghoon asks, tearing open a bag of chips.

fatass.

"nothing," you say quickly.

"nothing important," jay says at the same time, shooting you a look that makes your stomach twist.

sunghoon eyes the both of you through the mirror, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "you guys are acting weird.."

"no, we're not," you deadpan.

"uh-huh." he pops a chip into his mouth, clearly unconvinced. "whatever you say, lil sis."

you roll your eyes and sink into your seat, hoping the rest of the ride passes quickly. unfortunately, your hopes are shattered not even fifteen minutes later when sunghoon starts up his favorite pastime: publicly humiliating you.

"hey, jay..." sunghoon starts, shooting you a teasing look through the mirror.

fuck you, sunghoon.

you knew what he was going to do.

jay hums in response, looking up from his phone.

"do you remember that one time, back in high school, when __ wrote you a love letter but chickened out and threw it away?"

your entire body goes stiff.

no, sunghoon. jay did not know that. thanks.

jay raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a slow grin. "oh?"

"sunghoon, i swear to god-" you try to interrupt only for jay to place his hand on your bare knee, his touch silencing you instantly.

sunghoon ignores you, grinning like a devil as he continues. "yeah, she spent like, an hour writing it. had your name written all fancy and everything. she even-"

you lunge forward, smacking your brother on the arm as hard as you could. "shut the fuck up!"

"ow, what the hell!" sunghoon yelps, swerving slightly before regaining control of the wheel. jungwon sighs from the passenger seat, already exhausted.

"i hate you," you seethe.

"oh, come on," sunghoon laughs, rubbing his arm. "it's cute. she was so whipped for you, dude."

jay looks amused, his eyes flickering to you as he rests his chin on his hand. "was?"

your breath hitches.

oh.

"don't." you point a warning finger at him.

jay leans in slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "so, what'd you write in the letter?"

"i don't remember," you lie through your teeth, turning your head away to look through the window.

"bullshit," sunghoon scoffs. "you practically memorized that thing."

you shoot him another glare, cheeks burning. "i hope you choke on your stupid chips."

jay chuckles, tilting his head at you. "if you don't remember, maybe you should rewrite it for me."

your jaw drops, "i'd rather die," you scoff.

jay smirks, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "your loss."

sunghoon whistles, shaking his head. "man, i should've done this years ago. this is gold. jungwon, man, why did we just start doing this recently."

jungwon rolls his eyes, muttering something along the lines of 'shit brother.'

you groan, dropping your head into your hands. this is going to be the longest car ride of your life.

the air in the car feels hotter than it should. you're blaming it on the summer heat, on sunghoon's shitty ac in his shitty ass car, on anything but the way jay is looking at you.

because he is looking at you.

his eyes flicker over to you every few seconds, dark and amused, the corner of his lips curled into the kind of smirk that makes your stomach twist and your thighs clench. he's enjoying this. he's enjoying you, watching you squirm under the weight of his gaze.

and you hate that it's working.

"what's the matter?" jay murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. "you've been quiet ever since sunghoon mentioned that letter."

you don't respond, gripping the hem of your shorts like their going to disappear. you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he's affecting you.

but then, as if reading your thoughts, he shifts closer.

his knee bumps against yours, and suddenly you're hyper-aware of how close he is, how his arm is stretched out behind you, fingers lightly brushing the seat just above your shoulder.

"you should've given it to me, you know," jay muses, voice dipping into something softer, something deeper.

you swallow, heart hammering. "why?"

jay tilts his head slightly, gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "because maybe i would've liked it."

you feel the world stop around you. this was going to far, there was a limit to it.

the way he's looking at you is almost predatory, like he's just waiting for you to slip up, to give him a reason to push further.

"guys, i swear to god," sunghoon groans from the front seat, breaking the tension. "if you two are eye-fucking back there, i'm pulling over and leaving you both on the side of the road."

your face burns. "we're not-"

"-sure," sunghoon deadpans, cutting you off.

jungwon just sighs, shaking his head. "this is getting ridiculous."

jay, on the other hand, just smirks. like he knows exactly what sunghoon's talking about. like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, he leans in, just enough that his lips barely brush the shell of your ear.

"we could pull over," he murmurs, his tone low. "but i don't think your brother would like what i'd do to you if he did."

your whole body ignites.

you jerk away from him, pressing yourself against the car door like it's the only thing keeping you grounded. "jay," you hiss, your voice somewhere between scandalized and breathless.

jay just chuckles, eyes dark with amusement as he leans back against his seat, stretching his arms over his head like nothing happened.

"relax, princess," he murmurs, his smirk deepening. "we've still got two hours left. i was just getting started."

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you're not sure how exactly jay got so close to you, but the car ride had become unbearable.

sunghoon was now in the passenger seat, head lulled back as he let out loud snores. he had begun to whine about his neck being sore, asking, no begging, jungwon to switch with him.

grudging, he agreed.

jungwon drove steadily, music blasting as he tried to drown out sunghoon's snores. you huffed, at least your shitface of a brother wouldn't be bothering you anymore.

jay, however, was sitting far too close. his thigh pressed against yours, his scent thick in the small space between you. he hasn't stopped looking at you like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

his long and thick fingers are now lazily tracing along the edge of your shorts, just barely touching the bare skin of your thigh.

your breath stutters, and you shift in your seat, but he doesn't move his hand away. if anything, he presses in closer.

"you're jumpy," he murmurs, low and teasing, his voice barely audible over the hum of the car engine. "something wrong?"

he watches your thighs clench, his smirk widening as he holds back from slotting his hand between your legs.

you grit your teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. "your hand is somewhere wrong."

jay smirks, his fingers brushing up,"hmm. is it?"

his touch is barely there, teasing, deliberate. he's testing you, seeing how far he can push before you break.

and you're close. so, so close.

your thighs press together involuntarily, and jay notices. of course he notices. his smirk deepens, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against the soft skin above your knee.

your breath catches. "jay—"

"shh." his voice drops an octave, thick with amusement and something else—something darker. his fingers trail up just a little further, grazing the edge of your shorts. "relax, princess."

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. your fingers dig into the seat, your body betraying you as a slow, burning heat curls in your stomach.

"you ever think about me, __?" he starts, his fingertips now reaching under your shorts. you swallow harshly, holding back a moan.

"you ever think about me, touching you? touching you in places where no one ever has?" his hand had switched from tracing small circles on your skin to full on gripping your thigh.

you let a small whimper escape you, your eyes widening on realization before you slap your hand over your mouth.

jay chuckles, the sound low and knowing, his breath warm against your cheek. his grip on your thigh tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you squirm.

"cute," he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "didn't take you for the type to be shy."

you want to snap back, to tell him to shut up, to tell him anything—but you can't. not when his hand is still on you, his touch searing through your skin, almost as if he was branding you.

branding you, as his.

his fingers move again, trailing feather-light touches along the inside of your thigh, dangerously close, but not nearly enough. your breath stutters, your hips shifting ever so slightly toward him, desperate for more friction, more anything.

jay notices, his smirk deepening as his fingers ghost higher, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he whispers, "so needy."

your fingers tighten around the seat, your body betraying you. "shut up," you mutter, though your voice lacks any bite.

jay hums, his nose brushing against your cheek. "you don't want me to."

it's not a question. it's a statement. one that makes your stomach flip, your skin burning under his touch.

his fingers trace back down, teasing, barely there, and it's driving you insane.

"tell me," he murmurs, his lips so close they almost touch yours. "tell me you want me to stop."

you should. you really should.

your brother and his friend were in the front seats for fucks sake, have you no shame?

"tell me, __. tell me you don't want my fingers in you right now," his voice heavy as his palm cups your pulsating heat.

you look ahead, your brother was still dead asleep and jungwon was focused on driving—eyes not leaving the road. the music he was blasting was loud, loud enough that he couldn't hear your brothers snores.

"jay.." you start, a whine leaving your mouth when you feel him put more pressure against your covered cunt.

"tell me you don't want it."

you shake your head, biting at your lip in embarrassment as you shut your eyes tightly. jay 'tsks's at your lack of response, removing his hand from your aching core. you immediately stop his actions, clenching your thighs so his hand would be trapped between your legs.

jay looks at you, his eyes dark as he stares you down with an unintelligible emotion. he purses his lips, he needed a verbal answer from you.

you shake as your nerves consume you, "i-i want your fingers in me, please," you say breathlessly, your gaze pinned to your lap. you feel jay shift beside you, you feel your head being tilted so your met with jays eyes.

"say it like you mean it, princess."

you feel lightheaded, "please, i want your fingers in me. i need them," you beg, your voice trembling.

jay's eyes flare with victory as your admission slips past your lips, his smirk widening. he had you right where he wanted you, after years of silence and teasing—he finally had you.

he leans in closer, his gaze never leaving yours as his hand slides under your shorts, the heat of his palm searing your dampened underwear.

his thumb circles your clit, making your hips jerk involuntarily as he hums in your ear. "so sensitive," he murmurs.

you gasp, trying to muffle the sound with your hand, but it's no use. he moves your soaked panties to the side, running his fingers along you soaked slit. jay groans when he feels how wet you are, rubbing circles against your clit before he begins to plant soft kisses against your neck.

your body shakes at the foreign feeling, not used to having someone else touch you there.

sure, you had a couple of flings in high school but none of them got far—your brother didn't let them.

your eyes flutter shut, a soft moan escaping you carelessly. unbeknownst to you, jungwon's eyes dart to the rearview mirror, but he doesn't say a word.

jay's eyes never leave yours as he begins to rub firm circles around your clit, small gasps leaving your mouth. his eyes flicker down to your lips, allowing himself to press his lips against yours.

he swallows your moans, his other hand reaching behind you to grab at your waist—making sure you don't move.

you squeal when you feel one of his fingers tease your entrance, your hand coming out to grip at his wrist.

jay pulls away from your lips for a moment, "so fucking pretty, princess. you're going to be a good girl and take my fingers, yeah?" he murmurs against your lips, his eyes sucking you in.

you nod mindlessly, letting jay do whatever he wanted to do to you.

he slips in a finger, groaning when he feels your velvety walls clench around him. "taking me so good, princess," he praises, pressing his lips back on to yours.

he continues to pump his finger into you while simultaneously rubbing your clit, swallowing every moan, whine, and whimper you let out.

your eyes rolls back when you feel him push in a second digit, fucking his fingers in and out of your cunt with each stroke hitting just the right spot— making you squirm.

jay internally groans at the situation, he wishes that he had you all to himself. he could have you in his lap, feel you push up against his throbbing cock while he made you cum with his fingers.

his thumb presses down on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and you can't help but lean into his touch, silently begging for more.

"look at you, princess. taking my fingers so well. knew you could do it," he coos, his sweet expression not matching his filthy actions. he curls his fingers in you, your mouth dropping open as you lean your head back in pleasure.

"hey, look at me, princess. keep your mouth wide open for me," he demands, stuffing his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. you obey, looking at him with hazy eyes as you struggle to keep your head up.

you let out a surprised moan when jay spits a day glob of his saliva on to your tongue. you swallow on instinct, your eyes fluttering close before he's smashing his lips onto yours again.

the car feels like it's spinning around you as your orgasm builds, your heart racing and your world narrowing down to the feel of his fingers inside you.

just when you think you can't handle it anymore, he speeds up, "fuck, look at you. look at you clenching all over my fingers. getting your pussy played with in the back of your brothers car by his best friend, so fucking dirty," he spits out, his grip on your waist getting tight as you squirm in his hold.

"don't you dare try to move away from me, __. i won't let you cum. take it like a good girl, yeah?"

you nod, a small sob leaving your mouth as you try to control your moans. the music was still blasting through the speakers, but there's only so much that music could hide.

jay captures your lips into a scorching kiss, feeling you clench on his fingers—he knew you were close.

"c'mom, princess. cum for me. cum all over my fingers," he says against your lips.

with a muffled cry into his mouth, you shatter, your body convulsing with the intensity of your climax.

jay groans into your mouth, feeling your walls flutter against his fingers. he helps you ride out your high, his thumb rubbing small circles against your puffy clit.

he pulls away, watching you with hooded eyes as you try to regain your composure, his own breathing labored.

he takes his hand out of your shorts, his hand soaked with your wetness. you make a move to grab some napkins from the side compartments only for jay to slip his fingers into his mouth. you watch him, your mouth falling agape as he cleans every bit of you off of his digits—moaning at the taste.

he smirks at your reaction, tugging you closer before pressing his lips onto yours—making you taste yourself.

"you did so good for me, princess."

you mewl at the praise, not trusting yourself to speak.

a moment goes by where the two of you stare at one another in silence. your head swarming with thoughts of what would happen now?

"hey," jay starts softly. you look at him with confusion, tilting your head.

"stop thinking so much, princess."

you swallow harshly at his words, "o-okay."

he grins, "i still want you to rewrite me that love letter, __," he says suddenly.

you scoff, "as if."

"you will, and i will too."

you look up at him in shock, "why?"

he looks at you incredulously, "what do you mean why? i think it's pretty obvious that i like you too, __. i wouldn't have gone along with the constant teasing if i didn't. i wouldn't have had you cumming over my fingers if i hadn't been in love with you for years," he confesses at the end, his cheeks a soft pink.

you look at him in shock, his confession taking you off guard.

"i know, it seems kind of sudden but you need to realize that me liking you is against bro code. you're my best friends little sister, your off limits. but, fuck that. i can't live any longer like this."

"i love you too," you say quickly, your eyes widening at your own words.

jay chuckles, "i know, princess. i know."

. . . . . ◟੭

"that was disgusting."

jay looks over at his best friend, "then maybe you shouldn't have been looking," he snips back, taking out your bags from the back of the car.

jungwon rolls his eyes, "i didn't mean to. you were like 2 feet away from me bro, i was going to see mo matter what. your lucky sunghoon didn't see."

"i didn't see what?"

jay and jungwon both gasp in shock, looking at each other nervously.

"nothing-" jay says.

"jay was fingering your sister in the backseat while you took a nap," jungwon said at the same time.

"WHAT!"

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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OMG OMG SO IMAGINW

dan heng gepard jiaoqiu and aven with a super sneaky, smart, and mischievous reader who like likes to randomly smalc their butt?? Like not in a weird way she just likes to smack them and then run off

she also likes pranking them and sometimes puts weird stuff in their food…

and then after she pranks you or whatever youll find her peeking at you from afar, wondering if youre gonna tru to get her back or if youll just move on

also bonus but imagine she is also in love with spice and her jiaoqiu would just be, terrorizing his patients

and for everyone else she’ll force them to eat spicy food and if they dont shes breaking up with them

also could you pretend jiaoqiu didnt turn blind

OKEY TYYY POOKS STAY HYDRATED

Can't Help Falling In Love

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Female!Reader, Fluff, Humor, Playful teasing, Light-hearted pranks, Affection, Mischievous behavior, Spicy food, Clinginess, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mild suggestive content (slapping butt/read), Spicy food pranks (potential for discomfort), Playful teasing that may border on embarrassment for characters, Light physical affection, Jiaoqiu's not blind.

A/N: I forgot what I was writing by the second part of each characters so uh... Yeah 🧍‍♀️

The atmosphere aboard the Astral Express was quiet, as usual, save for the soft hum of the engines and the occasional chatter of the crew. Dan Heng sat at his usual post in the observation deck, his spear resting beside him as he stared out into the vastness of space. His mind wandered, as it often did, lost in the weight of his thoughts. Yet, there was a familiar feeling creeping at the edges of his awareness—a playful energy that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

He didn’t need to look up to know who was approaching.

Smack!

The sudden sound of a playful slap on his rear (more like his butt but ahem) broke his concentration. His eyes narrowed as he shot a glance over his shoulder, but by the time he did, the mischievous culprit was already disappearing around the corner.

“You’re getting bolder every day,” he muttered under his breath, feeling his cheeks flush slightly despite himself.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, it had become almost a routine—one that he both dreaded and… tolerated. He wasn’t sure which emotion he felt more.

Dan Heng sighed, his hand unconsciously brushing the spot where you had smacked him. He could already picture you, your smile full of mischief as you ran off, knowing full well that he wouldn’t chase after you. That was his nature—calm, stoic, always in control. Yet, you seemed to be the one person who managed to get under his skin, even if just a little.

As if on cue, he heard the soft sound of light footsteps behind him. He knew it was you before he even turned around. There you were, peeking from around the corner, eyes glinting with curiosity as you waited to see if he’d retaliate or simply move on.

He did nothing, just resumed his position at the window, pretending not to notice you staring at him. That always seemed to frustrate you, but it was the only way he knew how to deal with your antics. If he acknowledged you too much, it would only encourage you.

But that didn’t stop you from testing his limits.

Later that day, at dinner, Dan Heng sat down at the table, ready to focus on his meal and avoid distractions. But, as he dug into his food, a familiar heat started to build in his mouth. He paused, his brow furrowing as he realized what had happened.

"Did you…?" he began, but the question caught in his throat as his mouth burned.

You were sitting across from him, acting completely innocent as you shoved another bite of your own food into your mouth.

“What?” you said with a shrug, though your eyes were bright with mischief. “I don’t know what you're talking about."

Dan Heng’s face turned slightly red as he pushed his plate away, reaching for his water, but it did nothing to quell the spice that was taking over his senses.

He glanced at you, giving you a deadpan stare. "I can’t believe you put ghost peppers in my food."

“Oh, you don’t like it?” you asked with a dramatic pout, though there was a glint of amusement in your eyes. "Maybe you need to learn to love spicy food, or... we’re through!"

Dan Heng stared at you for a long moment, his usual cool demeanor cracking just a little. "I… don’t think that’s how relationships work."

You gasped in mock horror. “What? Are you saying that you won’t even try for me? I put all this effort into making it spicy, and this is how you repay me?!”

Dan Heng could feel the heat of both the spices and your teasing gaze, and he sighed, rubbing his temples. He would never win this. It was like every moment with you was a new battle of wits and antics. You were relentless, always coming up with new ways to make him squirm, to make him react.

But despite his frustrations, despite how you managed to get under his skin, Dan Heng had to admit—there was something comforting about your presence. Your clinginess, your incessant affection, even your mischievous ways.

You were always by his side, always demanding his attention, and somehow, despite everything, he found himself drawn to you. Maybe it was the way you never gave up, how you insisted on showing him affection even when he didn’t quite know how to return it. He’d never admit it to you, of course, but it meant more to him than he let on.

That evening, after another of your pranks had gone off without a hitch, he found you in your usual spot—peeking from behind a corner, eyes wide and curious, waiting for him to either retaliate or, more likely, ignore it completely.

Dan Heng sighed and stood up, moving toward you.

You blinked, startled, as he stopped right in front of you, his expression unreadable. "You’ve been getting bold," he said softly, his gaze softening slightly.

You grinned widely, ready for another playful retort, but before you could speak, Dan Heng did something unexpected. He placed a hand on the small of your back, a soft, almost hesitant touch, and leaned in slightly, just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

“Just don’t do that again,” he murmured, his voice low, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You froze, eyes wide, a feeling of warmth spreading through you at the unexpected affection.

“W-What was that?” you stammered, still in shock.

Dan Heng smirked slightly, his usual stoic expression returning. "You’ve been pranking me all day. I figured it was time I… responded."

Before you could react further, he walked away, leaving you standing there with a racing heart. The sting of his words, the heat of his touch, was enough to leave you speechless.

But you weren’t about to give up. You’d just have to find new ways to get him to crack.

And deep down, you knew one thing: as much as Dan Heng pretended not to care, he was already wrapped around your finger.

It was a quiet afternoon in the Silvermane Guards’ barracks when Gepard found himself walking through the corridors, his usual stoic expression softened by the gentle breeze that blew through the open windows. He had just finished his rounds and was heading back to his office, when a sudden, playful smack resounded through the hall.

His face flushed a deep crimson as he spun around, eyes narrowing as they landed on the culprit—a woman who was already darting away, her laughter echoing in the distance. It was you, of course. No one else had the audacity to sneak up on him like that and get away with it.

“[Name]!” he called after you, though his voice held no real anger. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, even as he shook his head.

You, however, were too quick, disappearing around a corner before he could even close the distance. Your mischievous antics had become a near-daily occurrence, and despite the way they often disrupted his serious demeanor, Gepard couldn't help but enjoy them—though he'd never admit it aloud.

You weren't just a pranker, either. You were a master of subtlety. From switching his morning coffee with tea to putting an extra spicy ingredient in his lunch that nearly had him choking in front of his soldiers, you were always finding new ways to make his life... interesting. It was all harmless fun, of course, but it did keep him on his toes.

That day, however, there was a new twist. You had a habit of waiting for his reaction after a prank, often peeking at him from a distance to see whether he'd retaliate or simply let it go. You knew that Gepard, for all his nobility and military rigor, wasn’t the type to be easily angered—yet you couldn’t resist seeing if he'd ever break that calm and stoic exterior.

And sure enough, after lunch, you watched from behind a pillar as he took his first bite of the meal you had carefully prepared. His eyes widened, and he quickly took a gulp of water. The corners of your lips curled into a wicked grin, waiting for his response.

“I see what you did,” Gepard muttered, turning his gaze toward the far-off corner where you were hiding. His eyes were no longer filled with annoyance, but rather amusement, as he realized what you had done to his food.

You stepped out from your hiding spot with a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe you noticed so soon!” You pouted, walking over to him. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“You know how much I despise surprises,” he replied dryly, but his tone was gentle. He could never stay mad at you for long, no matter how much you tested his patience.

“You’re so boring, Gepard. Spices are life!” You huffed, crossing your arms and jutting your lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. “If you don’t eat spicy food, I’m breaking up with you. It’s just a fact.”

Gepard raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with a resigned yet fond smile. He always knew you’d say something like that. You were, after all, utterly clingy and full of contradictions.

“You know that’s not how relationships work, right?” he said with an amused glint in his eyes. “And I don’t think you’re really ready to break up with me.” His voice held a playful edge now, teasing you gently.

Your pout deepened. “I am! But if you love me, you’ll suffer through this—for me,” you whined, your voice taking on that all-too-familiar clingy tone that always made his heart skip a beat.

It wasn’t that he minded; he liked it, even if it made him feel a bit overwhelmed at times. You were just... you. A mischievous, spicy-loving whirlwind who knew exactly how to get under his skin. And despite the pranks, the playful slaps, the whining, and the teasing, Gepard loved you—maybe even more than he cared to admit.

With a sigh, he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. You win.”

Your eyes lit up with joy, and before you could even say another word, you were already clinging to his arm, pulling him closer, your mischievous eyes gleaming as you nuzzled into his side. “See? Told you.”

“You’re lucky I’m too fond of you to resist,” Gepard muttered, though his heart warmed at the closeness. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to feel so vulnerable, but with you, it felt... natural.

You smirked, but your teasing glimmer faded for a moment as you leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “And you’re lucky you’re so easy to love, Captain,” you whispered sweetly, your voice filled with sincerity.

Gepard didn’t respond right away, his face flushed from the sudden affection. His breath caught in his throat, and for a split second, the reality of how much you meant to him felt almost overwhelming. He didn’t know if he could ever keep up with your antics, but one thing was certain: he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You know,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, “I think I might just have to get you back for all those pranks.”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “What? Nooooo!” You pulled away from him, pretending to be horrified, but your lips betrayed you as they curved into a playful smile.

“You’re not getting away that easily.” Gepard said, his voice low with a hint of challenge.

You took a step back, your mischievous grin returning as you started to edge toward the door. “You’ll never catch me, Captain! I’m too quick!”

Gepard took a step forward, his hand outstretched. “Oh, I’ll catch you, [Name]. And when I do...”

The rest of his words were lost to the sound of your laughter as you darted out of the room, but the promise lingered in the air, between the two of you—playful, full of affection, and undeniably full of love.

Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind getting pranked a little more often.

Aventurine had always been a man who thrived in control—be it his strategies, his reputation, or even his carefully constructed relationships. But as he stood in the middle of their shared space, adjusting his blazer and waiting for the latest in his long series of meetings, he knew one thing for sure: he could never predict what you would do next.

And that was perhaps the most maddening—yet undeniably thrilling—thing about you.

You were sneaky, playful, and mischievous in ways that left him both exhausted and charmed. He could feel your presence before he even saw you, the air shifting when you crept into the room, your footsteps light and daring. And then—

SMACK!

You slapped his butt, not even bothering to hide the gleam of mischief in your eyes as you zipped past him with a speed that only your teasing nature could muster. Aventurine, for all his intellect, had barely reacted in time, his heart racing as he whipped around, eyes narrowing.

"Really?" he drawled, voice smooth, though the corners of his lips curled upward, revealing a hint of the smile that was never far from his face.

But you were already halfway across the room, laughing under your breath, eyes sparkling with the satisfaction of your victory. "I’ll be over there, love. You know... you’re just too easy."

He stood there, frozen in place for a moment longer, before he composed himself. There was something so infuriatingly right about this dynamic. He couldn’t help but adore how you always pushed him to the edge of his patience, never quite crossing the line, but always dancing dangerously close to it. It was a game, a dance—and one he rarely had the upper hand in.

"You really think you can just get away with that?" he said in a tone that was half teasing, half warning, as he started toward you with an easy, confident stride.

Before he could take another step, you spun around dramatically, holding your hands up in mock surrender. "Oh, come on, Aventurine. You know you love it."

He couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up inside him, despite himself. You were so... you. There was no faking it when it came to you. Your affection, your pranks, your relentless clinginess—it was all genuine. But more often than not, your pranks had a very specific twist to them: they always involved food. And not just any food.

You walked over to the table, where a bowl of what appeared to be pasta sat, an innocently delicious aroma filling the room. Aventurine’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t trust anything that came out of your kitchen. Not anymore.

He stood still, arms crossed, as you gestured for him to try it.

"Go ahead. It’s not too spicy this time," you said with a wink, your tone dripping with playful malice.

Aventurine arched an eyebrow, still unsure. You had slipped in spicy chilies into every dish for the past week, and each time, he’d had to force himself to take it—though he would never admit to you how much he secretly enjoyed your antics. "Spicy?" he asked, testing you.

You pouted, though you could never quite hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. "If you don’t eat it, I’m breaking up with you."

His jaw dropped slightly, half in surprise, half in exasperation. You were serious. Of course, you were.

"Not this again," he muttered, rolling his eyes, though there was no mistaking the amusement flickering in his magenta eyes.

You crossed your arms in mock defiance, giving him an exaggerated side-eye. "I’m serious, Aventurine."

With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the fork and scooped up a bite, eyeing the dish cautiously. He could practically hear you watching him, waiting for his reaction. He chewed, swallowing slowly as the heat began to take hold.

It burned. It burned. But there was something else too: the sweetness of your challenge, the intoxicating way you made him feel so alive, even if it came with a side of agony. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he set the fork down, casually wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Not bad,” he said, his tone light. “You’ve managed to hit the sweet spot.”

You couldn’t hide your grin as you leaned in, too close for comfort, your lips pouting in a display of mock frustration. “You better not act like you love it, Aventurine. Or else I’ll have to cook for you every day.”

“You’ll do that anyway,” he replied with a teasing smile.

Before you could respond, he took a step closer, your breath catching as his presence filled the space between you. His hand slid to your wrist, gently pulling you into him, and he leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“You know, for all your games, I really do love you,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the playful exterior faded. You looked up at him, your gaze softening as you reached up to trace his jawline.

“I love you too,” you whispered, though the words came out muffled by your sudden self-consciousness. It wasn’t easy for you to receive his affection, but there was no denying it now.

Aventurine’s smirk turned into a full, genuine smile. "Good," he said, his voice warm. "Now, as for your next prank—"

But you interrupted him, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that spoke volumes about what words couldn’t convey. And in that moment, despite the teasing and games, you both knew: the connection between you was the most thrilling gamble of all.

The evening light filtered softly through the windows of the small, cozy room that Jiaoqiu and you shared. The warmth of the setting sun cast long shadows across the wooden floor, and the soft scent of herbs and alchemical oils lingered in the air. It was a peaceful moment, but you weren’t about to let it stay that way for long.

You crept up behind Jiaoqiu as he carefully mixed ingredients in a bowl, his concentration apparent in the gentle furrow of his brow. His hair swayed with each motion, and his fox ears twitched as he hummed softly to himself. His attention was fully on his task, leaving him unaware of your sneaky movements.

Without warning, you raised your hand and slapped his backside with a mischievous grin, then darted away before he could react. You barely made it to the door before bursting into a fit of giggles. But as you glanced over your shoulder, you saw Jiaoqiu’s eyes narrow, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

He sighed, shaking his head with a slight exasperation, but his voice carried a hint of warmth. “Really, [Name]? How many times have I told you not to do that?”

You grinned wider, sticking your tongue out playfully. “You’re too serious! Come on, lighten up a little!”

But Jiaoqiu didn’t chase after you immediately. Instead, he reached for his feather fan, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm. “I suppose I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you then.” His tone was calm, but there was a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

You immediately froze, but before you could run again, he casually flicked his fan, catching you off guard. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a smirk, his voice carrying the quiet authority of someone who had been around the block enough to know how to handle a troublemaker.

As you looked at him, you couldn’t help but admire the way he balanced being both elegant and terrifying at once. But despite his composed demeanor, you knew he secretly enjoyed your antics. Deep down, you could see it in the way his lips curled slightly whenever you made him laugh. You were his puzzle, and he was determined to figure you out, but you had to admit—he was rather good at keeping you on your toes.

After a brief, playful standoff, you resumed your usual routine of pranking him. This time, you sneaked into the kitchen while Jiaoqiu was distracted with paperwork, slyly adding a bizarre combination of spices to his dinner. You just couldn’t resist watching his reaction when he took a bite, savoring the moment when he realized what you’d done.

When you finally brought the food to the table, he raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he ate the meal with a composed elegance, never betraying any sign of discomfort. But his eyes followed you carefully, watching your every move.

You couldn’t help but giggle nervously, stealing glances at him as you waited for the inevitable. Then, the corner of his lips twitched, and he put his fork down with a sigh.

“Spicy, isn’t it?” Jiaoqiu said softly, his voice a mix of amusement and mild disapproval. “Are you trying to burn my tongue off, or is this your idea of an apology for earlier?”

Before you could respond, you caught sight of his gentle yet slightly teasing smile. He wasn’t upset, but you could tell that he’d caught onto your game. He leaned back in his chair, watching you closely as if waiting for you to make the next move.

But, as usual, you couldn’t help it. You darted off to hide behind the wall, peeking your head around it just enough to see if he would chase you—or if he would simply let you have your fun and move on. You’d learned a long time ago that Jiaoqiu didn’t rush to exact revenge, but he was always thinking, always plotting.

Sure enough, his gaze drifted to the door, and when his eyes locked with yours, a silent understanding passed between you. He wouldn’t retaliate in the way you expected. Instead, he would wait for you to come to him.

You stood there for a moment, debating whether to get closer, but before you could decide, his voice called out softly from the table. “Come here, [Name]. I’m waiting.”

A soft blush crept up your cheeks, your heart fluttering with affection as you hesitated. Jiaoqiu always knew how to draw you in, but it was that tenderness, that quiet understanding between the two of you, that made your heart race.

You were ready to move forward when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth pressing against your side, pulling you closer. Jiaoqiu wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his voice gentle but laced with something far more comforting. “Don’t hide from me. You know you’re the one I always wait for.”

You melted into his embrace, letting him pull you closer, despite the playful teasing. Your usual mischievous grin softened into a shy smile as you leaned your head against his chest. You loved giving affection, but receiving it back, even from someone as calm and composed as Jiaoqiu, made your heart flutter with an intensity you could never quite describe.

As he stroked your hair, his other hand resting casually on your back, you felt that moment of peace—the one you both shared, amidst all the pranks and playfulness. For all the chaos of your mischievous ways, Jiaoqiu was a steady presence, balancing you out in ways you couldn’t have imagined.

“I suppose I’ll have to get back at you later,” he murmured, though there was no hint of malice in his voice. “But for now… let me spoil you a little, hm?”

You closed your eyes, letting the comfort of his embrace lull you into a gentle calm. You might have been mischievous, and he might have been a strategist with a sharp mind, but in moments like this, you knew you had found something much deeper. Something that could withstand any prank, any spice, or any challenge.

You pressed your face into his chest, letting out a soft sigh. "Spoil me all you want, Jiaoqiu. But just don't leave me, okay?"

His response was a quiet chuckle as he held you tighter. "You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always be here for you."

And just like that, in the comfort of his arms, surrounded by the peaceful rhythm of your shared life, you knew—there was no one else you’d rather prank or cling to than him.

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“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” Ch. 1 - Harsh Beginnings

Emp!Commodus x Reader

summary: you are to be married to the emperor of rome, but he hates you. or at least he acts like it.

content warning: angst, hurt / comfort, commodus being a dick

word count: 1.8k

a/n: It is my mental illness and I get to pick the delusions. AU where Marcus died of natural causes (because I don't want my boy to go through the pain of killing his father), Maximus and co are fine with no threat to overthrow Commodus (yet?). Also I whole-heartily ignore the sister mess in this fic because god dammit let me live in my delulu thoughts where his ending is happy (because he deserves love and kindness). This is literally such a self-indulgent fic but I try to not describe the reader besides clothing and the use of female pronouns. If you catch something that does not fit let me know!

no beta reader we die like gladiators

blog dividers by @cafekitsune!

masterlist . . . read it on ao3 . . .

Commodus looked regal, sitting there in his throne above the bloodstained arena. Cerulean eyes focused on the fighting gladiators below, face propped up with his right hand, adorned with the jeweled rings of an emperor. Something like boredom was plastered across his face, at least it seemed that way from your position slightly behind him and to his left. A fitting placement for someone supposed to be the Emperor’s wife. Even seated there, fully dressed in the matching deep purples and blacks of your husband’s outfit, you felt as if you didn’t belong. At least he made it feel as if you didn’t.

From the moment you were told that you were to be betrothed to the future Emperor of Rome, you knew it would be difficult to learn to love each other as much as your parent’s love each other. Yet, it was so easy for you to fall in love with him, almost at the first sighting of the aforementioned man. His charming smile, that you now know he put on as a mask to hide his anger from having a woman he did not know thrust into his life as his soon to be wife, as well as his enchanting words that hid his true feelings of disdain towards you, made you feel comfortable at the time. As you got settled into the palace, and interacted with his sister Lucilla and her son Lucius more than him, the feelings of being unwanted began to sow inside of you.

It truly wasn’t bad at first, you would see him at meal times, and there he would be ‘pleasant’ to you. As pleasant as ignoring your existence could be. He instead only interacted with his sister and nephew, purposely excluding you from whatever conversation he was holding with them. There were however, a few times he did try to get to know you, most likely at the behest of Lucilla.

It was an early evening the first time he decided to enter your temporary chambers, the blazing sun just beginning to set in the expansive sky. The final meal for the day not yet served, but already you wish for the sweet comfort of your bed.

“What was your life like? Back with your family?” He questioned softly, hands fiddling with his various rings as he sat on one of the chairs provided to you when you arrived. He seemed almost nervous to be completely alone with you since your initial meeting.

“It was nice, a beautiful city if I’m honest… I was surrounded by loving parents and the greatest teachers they could find. Rolling green hills that would sprout with flowers every spring,” You replied, thinking of your beloved homeland and the wonderful people and animals that still resided there even with you gone.

Taking a moment to relish in the fact that he was sitting in your chambers, conversing with you rather than ignoring your presence entirely, you observed his more casual outfit. It consisted of a red chiton over a black tunic with a patterned cape over his right shoulder. It looked absolutely marvelous on him, but you were definitely not going to say anything like that to his face at this point in your limited interactions. Because no matter how glorious he looked, he still seemed to be upset with your presence in his and his family’s home.

“It sounds like an alluring place to call home. Do you miss it?” He asked as he finally brought his gaze up to your eyes. The genuine curiosity in his eyes confused you, wasn’t he disgusted by your mere presence? What made him have a sudden interest in your previous home? Unable to respond with his cerulean eyes boring straight into yours, you got up and moved to lean against the doorway to the balcony of your chambers in order to look out onto the great city of Rome. The slight breeze coming in makes your light blue, nearly the same color as his eyes thanks to Lucilla, stola and palla flutter behind you.

“Of course I do,” You blurt out immediately, almost taking on a snappy tone. Tensing yourself up at the suddenness, and more importantly the rudeness of your own response to him, you feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Your hands raise to grasp at your biceps to comfort your rising anxiety, your grip tightening when you hear the chair Commodus was sitting on scrape against the floor as he shoots up at your response. Even from across the room you can hear the way he inhaled sharply. You were too afraid to witness his most likely anger fueled reaction, so you stayed facing the city and the setting sun.

“I did not ask for this betrothal!” He exclaims, hands slamming down on the table. His breath coming out in short huffs. Tension just radiating off him in waves.

“I didn’t either,” You manage to croak out as your eyes begin to mist over, fingers tightening their almost impossible tight grip already. At the sound of your voice, Commodus lets some of the tension release as he realizes just what his little outburst did to you.

“...I am sorry,” He whispers, gaze focused on the table below him, sincerely regretting his anger towards you. A second passes after his apology, and then he rushes out the door leaving you to wallow in your feelings of anxiety and uncertainty.

The last meal of that day was tense, no conversations were held that night between anyone as they ate and drank. Not even between Lucius and his mother. It was as if anyone who entered the room could sense that something had happened between the two of you. You could feel Commodus glance at you every so often as the meal went on, but you kept your eyes on your own plate and cup. As soon as you finished, or rather as soon as you felt you couldn’t stand to be in that room for any longer, you excused yourself back to your chambers. It was after you left that Lucilla finally spoke to her brother.

“Commodus, what did you say to the poor girl?” She asked, resting her chin on folded hands and looking straight at him. She knew he could not lie to her, at least she would know if he did.

“I told her what I felt I needed to,” was the only response she would get from him before he abruptly got up from his seat and left the table.

‘Perhaps they are more alike than they realize,’ Lucilla thought.

It was about two days later when Lucilla caught you watching Commodus train, tunic-less mind you, with his praetorian guardsmen in the expansive courtyard. She could see your eyes following his movements, so intensely zoned in on watching that you didn’t even hear her approach.

“He is quite proud of his swordsmanship,” She told you as she stood behind you. You rapidly inhaled and jumped slightly, hand moving up to fall over your racing heart from the scare.

“Gods above! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You harshly whispered over your shoulder at Lucilla, heartbeat steadily calming down from the unexpected interruption. You turn your gaze back to the ongoing spar. Hearing the grunts and exclamations coming from Commodus and his guardsmen was very alluring, along with being able to see the sweat that drips down his exposed body. Even with the feelings of hatred towards you, he was a handsome man. Who could fault you for thinking so?

“How are things going between you two?” Lucilla asked, coming forward to stand by your right side and face you.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?” You retorted. Head shifting to have Lucilla in your frame of vision. The sounds of the spar fading to the background.

“Commodus… he needs time to trust people. I think Lucius and myself are the only people he truly trusts with every fiber of his being. I wouldn’t take it to heart if he has done anything to upset you,” She explains, left hand coming up to rest gently on your shoulder.

“Do you feel anything for him? In any capacity? Knowing where your feelings stand could help me with giving you proper advice,” Lucilla continues, eyes full of sympathy for your ongoing problem.

“The worst thing about this situation is that I think I do feel some sort of way towards him that isn’t absolute contempt or hatred,” You said, taking a deep breath before you continued.

“I see the way he treats you and Lucius. I see how gentle, kind, and compassionate he can be towards the people he loves. It hurts me to know that I will not receive that same treatment he gives you, because I am simply not someone he loves or will ever love. Even if I desire to be,” You admit your thoughts to Lucilla with a slight tremble in your voice, your true emotions about Commodus rising to the surface of your mind and heart.

“The wedding is in a month's time, how could I get him to feel some type of way towards me that isn’t pure hate?” You could feel your eyes misting up from the anxiety deep inside you about everything that has and will happen to you because of this arrangement.

The spar in the background was beginning to wind down, both Commodus and his guardsmen started racking their weapons and wiping away their sweat from their hard workout. Turning your head towards the courtyard at the change in noises, you were greeted by a very glorious sight. Commodus, still tunic-less, basking in the rain of cool water being poured over his head. You felt your cheeks burn at the very enticing sight before you. Being able to witness the vision of a dripping wet Commodus with his head tilted towards the sky and his eyes closed was like looking at a god among humans. Lucilla, dropping her hand from your shoulder and turning her head towards whatever had caught your gaze again, was not shocked to see you eyeing her brother. She hid a quiet chuckle behind her hand at the sight.

“You look at him with such wonder in your eyes. I think you enjoy the sight of him more than you let on,” She said, words shocking you out of your trance forcing you to look towards her again.

“Come by my chambers when you’re done here, we will discuss your situation at length,” Lucilla winked at you as she turned and walked away towards the inside of the palace. You faced back towards the courtyard, cheeks still hot from the words said to you and the beautiful visual you had gotten, startled to find that Commodus had been watching you and his sister interact just out of earshot. His piercing cerulean eyes caught yours, but you could not identify what emotion was held in them. Could he tell what you and his sister were talking about? Gods, did he hear? You broke the miniature staring contest between the two of you and rushed towards the location of your temporary chambers, wanting to get away from the awkward situation brewing between you two.

There's the first chapter! I wanted to get back into fanfiction writing for a while now and having little fics about this subby lil man got me kicked into gear! Idk how many chapters it will have, but I am excited for this story to unfold!

tags: @darknessisafriend

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thatonesonicfanfictionwriter · 2 days ago

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“New Member of the Family”

“Pairing”: (Purely Platonic) Movie Knuckles x Human Child Reader

Requested: Nope! I came up with this myself!

Description: Knuckles has faced many difficult challenges. Little did he know a new one was about to arise.

Notes: I just felt like writing some Movie Knuckles fluff, this boi deserves all the love. Hope you all enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(TW: Mentions of child abandonment.)

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“Don’t go too far, Knuckles!” Knuckles hears Maddie say.

“Do not worry, mother! It will only be a short hike!” Knuckles replies.

“Cya Knux! Bring me back a cool rock!” Sonic yells down the attic stairs.

“Sonic! Inside voice!” Tails shouts.

Knuckles chuckles as he leaves, closing the door behind him.

Knuckles crouches down to a starting position before running off at high speeds.

Now, the plan was pretty simple.

Go for a run, say hi to Wade, get some training in, get back home.

A good plan, right?

Except…Something unexpected happens.

He wasn’t expecting to see anyone other than Wade on his adventure.

Especially not a human child no older than six.

You.

You’re sitting near a small stream, no other people around you, poking at the water with a stick.

Knuckles skids to a stop, and you turn your head to look at him. You let off a loud giggle seeing the echidna.

“Hi there mister!” you say enthusiastically. “Wanna play with me?”

Knuckles walks over to you, crouching down next to you.

“Where are your parents, small one?” he asks.

“I never met my dada,” you start. “And mama dro- dropped me off here. Told me to stay put.”

“And…how long ago was that?” Knuckles asks.

You let off a shrug.

“I dunno. But I don’ care,” you state. “Mama was mean. She never wanted to play with me.”

Knuckles nods, looking down in thought.

“So you are without a family,” Knuckles states.

“I guess so,” you say with another shrug.

“‘Then I will be your family!” Knuckles says, standing up and putting a fist on his chest. You look up at him with excited eyes, dropping the stick you were holding and also standing up.

“You mean you’re gonna be my big brother?!” you ask excitedly.

“Yes! You may refer to me as your brother Knuckles, small one,” Knuckles states.

“I’m [Name]!” you state.

“Well then [Name], would you like to accompany me on my adventure?” Knuckles asks.

“I dunno what half those words mean, but yes!” you exclaim.

…Let’s just say that Knuckles had a lot of explaining to do when he got home.

But ever since then, you and Knuckles were inseparable, and Sonic, Tails, Tom, and Maddie welcomed you into the family with open arms.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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beatndog · 3 days ago

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the leaders! a little synopsis for each of them below.

reedheart was a shoo-in. he was brave, charming, loyal, and most importantly, his clan adored him. so when the position opened up due to an unfortunate incident at sunningrocks, not a soul was surprised when hopstar chose him as deputy. and what a deputy he was! reedheart was playful with the kits, patient with the apprentices, and reverent towards the elders. he bantered with his fellow warriors, yet when battle called, he lead them without flinching.

reedheart was young. only 30 moons or so when he was chosen deputy, and still training his third apprentice. it was part of his charm, to be sure. but he simply could not have had the experience and wisdom of more senior warriors. this was a nonissue as deputy— all he really needed to do was designate patrols, train the apprentices, and serve his clan as he always had.

but hopstar was not long for this world when reedheart became deputy. she passed away a few short moons later, leaving reedheart— now reedstar— to pick up the mantle. reedstar felt almost blindsided. he always knew he might be leader, but it seemed so soon. under his confident façade, reedstar constantly doubts himself. his decision-making, his diplomacy, and most of all, his connection with starclan. reedstar’s life-giving ceremony was curt, and he seldom senses his ancestors’ approval in daily life. sometimes he wonders if they outright disapprove of his leadership.

luckily, reedstar’s mate and deputy frostwing is always by his side. frostwing’s cool head and analytical ability help reedstar where his intuition fails. the two spend hours patrolling thunderclan’s territory alone, talking of plans for the future. some critics of reedstar’s regime refer to her as froststar.

reedstar is determined to maintain thunderclan’s allegiance with shadowclan, despite beetlestar’s seeming disdain towards him. he also wants to strengthen relations with windclan, considering they’ve entered a period of relative prosperity.

reedstar is still young, his leadership short. only time will tell if he can lead thunderclan to greatness or fail when it relied most upon him.

beetlestar is as stoic as her predecessor, crowstar. but where crowstar was gracious and diplomatic, beetlestar always puts shadowclan first. during thunderclan’s disease epidemic, she was one of the warriors who protested crowstar’s decision to allow thunderclan cats to study under fogflight, fearing disease transmission and thunderclan espionage.

beetlestar never took a mate or kits; all her attention is focused on her clan. if she were ever one to joke (though some doubt she ever would), she’d say that shadowclan was her one true love.

in the winter moons, beetlestar rations food very tightly, making absolute certain elders and nursing queens eat first (and warriors sometimes not at all). she seldom starts fights, but always finishes them. though many shadowclan cats have their own opinions on beetlestar’s leadership, the only cat she really listens to is fogflight, the medicine cat. the two have always been close— beetlestar holds the molly in tremendously high regard.

as for the other clans, beetlestar varies in begrudging respect for the scrupulous toestar to contempt for the young and inexperienced reedstar. she fears riverclan’s newfound ambition under dewstar and is glad the two clans don’t share a border.

beetlestar only ever wants the best for shadowclan. she will pursue it by any means necessary.

dewstar is larger than life. literally. his parents were big and powerful, his siblings are big and powerful, and dewstar himself is a force to be reckoned with. but dewstar’s true gift isn’t his brawn. it’s his silver tongue. the tom has always promised his clanmates the world. even when he was a kit, he told them he’d one day be leader and elevate riverclan to a place of hegemony over the forest. “we’ll all be fat and happy,” he’d promise his clanmates. “you just wait and see.”

it doesn’t hurt that he came from a long line of outstanding warriors. his father would have been deputy, maybe even leader, had he not been so committed to his family. it was never in question that dewkit would be great; it was only a matter of how great he would be.

as riverclan’s elderly deputy ailed, dewfang’s twin sister and medicine cat coldsky recieved an omen in the form of a dewy leaf, despite it being the middle of a hot summer’s day. riverclan’s leader took it to mean that dewfang was indeed fit to be deputy.

the rest is history.

dewstar tends to regard the other clans as a homogenous mass of inferiors. they could never have what riverclan has. the traditions, the aspirations of riverclan simply dwarfs whatever the others may put forth. it is for this reason that the normally peaceful riverclan has began to encroach on both thunderclan and windclan territory. reedstar and toestar both quietly fear dewstar, and worry that his big talk may someday become actionable.

toestar (synopsis taken from here!) trained as a tunneler before becoming warrior, deputy and then leader. during her tenure, she’s reformed windclan traditions so that every apprentice had some background in tunneling and tunneling safety whether they were tunnelers or moor-runners. she also instituted more robust rules for tunneling, like making sure no cat ever went solo and never went into the tunnels when there was a chance of flooding.

toestar loves the tunnels. she treats it as an art form and something that made windclan special, but she also knows how dangerous they could be. some believe toestar is too careful, maybe even cowardly, but windclan hasn’t lost a soul to the tunnels since she instituted reforms.

toestar has also spent her life trying to bridge the gap between tunnelers and moor-runners. she sees both practices as two sides of the same coin, and believes windclan needs both skillsets in order to thrive. as an older warrior, she trained in moor-running so that she could eventually teach both specialties.

toestar has seen young warriors grow into fine leaders. she hopes reedstar will live up to expectations, and regards him with kindness and respect. though windclan is not so friendly with shadowclan or riverclan, toestar isn’t one to start fights. still, she fears that border disputes with riverclan may soon come to a head.

#tried to put in some personality history and interclan relations for everyone!#wc #warrior cats #warriors #reedstar #beetlestar #dewstar #toestar #oc

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valentine-cafe · 2 days ago

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May I have a caramel cheesecake please?

I want to see more of rich bottom male reader and Alessio. Reader betraying his family to be with a man who will love him for who he is

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Time spent at ace were ones spent with happiness and ease, even if the job itself was not always fun. You found family in the so called street thugs, and a lover in the inafmous ace of spades who had initially planned to kill you as he did to your family. Yet here you were, helping out the poor wherever you could.

You've never felt more alive than you have now. Helping those in need, desperate need. That the higherups of the city have long failed, over and over again. The same higherups and city council members that make mockery of the helpless. They abuse their power to put them to dirty, dangerous work. Only to hand them a few coins after hours of harsh conditions weighing heavy on their backs.

Alessio's soul matched yours, bittered, and angered by the display of corrupt power and play.

But now that he had you? The ace of spades had an even bigger advantage than before. The power you had and the money you had managed to get your hands back on after the deaths of your family. Taken under the name of one of your father's colleagues that was initially supposed to have the money, should the family go into ruin.

Too bad for the poor fucker you were quick and had wit that the average richman didn't. You found you were quite good at stealth, and with the training your boyfriend had given you with knives? The assassination went more than well.

The organisation could now get the proper materials and tools they needed to play out their plans further. And you, yourself, invested in a place where homeless could come and stay, for as long as they needed. Children, adults, elderly. Those who needed a place to stay.

In turn, young adults that exceeded in skill in combat, spying, tactics or stealth would be offered a position in the organisation, with the promise of their families and friends being taken care of as long as they helped in the cause.

Alessio adored when you were teaching the younger residents of the home. Emerald hues stuck to you from afar fondly as children and teenagers all laughed at your jokes. He loves that you aren't afraid to tell them who you were and who you are now.

What it was like when you were where you were, and why you'd rather this than that. Why you do this now. It gives them hope. That not all of those in the upper districts of the city are all pompous assholes that step on the poor.

You cuss out the ward like it is your birthright. His continuous promises of safety for the people fill the common people's heads with deceit and make them believe the poor and them have the same protection as the noblepeople of the city.

Alessio is no different, and nights have gone on in rants about it. He and you have planned on multiple occassions how to take out the fucker, but the two detectives that haunt you and your boyfriend are a barricade in your way to do so.

Alessio teaches you everything he has known throughout his life and carreer as the ace of spades. He teaches you the masters of persuasion and ways to disappear quickly from the eyes that hawk the city.

Naturally with all of these sessions together, you discover that he has family outside of work. That he had a father, who previously ran ace, and a mother who raised him to have the good heart he has. Somewhere, he has a brother, living a normal life with his husband.

He even took you to meet his brother. Lorenzo was not at all how you'd expected him to be, but you suppose Alessio meant it when he told you that his baby brother just wanted to live a normal life. It gave you some insight on how, even in this kind of life, some still find peace despite the turmoil. And that sparks hope inside of you.

One day when you and Alessio have overthrown the politicians of the city, and when you do. You want to live like this with him. Perhaps with a few exceptions. You do enjoy this kind of life with him too.

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ruckooos · 3 days ago

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Psst... *leans in close*

Give me sfw hcs about Rain in Mk1 w an f!reader who's like a whole foot shorter than him 👀👀👀👀

Make him all smug and mean abt it, too

Not forcing tho!

Ykw hell yeah. In my head he's 6"1, so you're gonna be 5'1 :)) I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONG, I'm not even gonna lie i procrastinated all of my works so i could play Unturned

Ruckooos' notes: muwah 💋 honestly a bit of irl lore, but I'm defying the Filipino genes by being 5"11 at 15. Like everyone in my family is like 5'0-5'6 where tf did the height come from 😭 also sorry this is kinda ass and shorter than my other ones!

Content: smug Rain, short reader, f!reader, kind of a mean Rain, bullying shenanigans

CW: kinda ooc idk this is what I think he'd do

PIPSQUEAK

Mk1 Rain x Short!f!reader

As we already know from ethnic fine shyt's storyline, he's egotistical as fuck. His whole betrayal stemmed from his belief that he was superior to whatever positions he was subjected to.

So when you came about, it absolutely made him feel like he was in his place: superior. Which is also why he's mean asf about it, because he's trying to strain out alllll the years of feeling insubordinate in the small fragments of time he has to bully be with you <3

Now, not to say that he thinks he's stronger than you... but to say that he thinks he's stronger than you, he will always hold it over your head.

Listen listen listen: He doesn't think he's superior, no, he believes you two are equal in terms of his mental ranking.

But it is so funny for him to just watch you have to get a step stool AND get on your tiptoes every time you try to reach for something he can just stretch his hand for.

(like let's be honest, this is his coping mechanism for being deprived of romance and control)

You swear to God that you put the cereal on the counter, why is it on top of the fridge???

It would make his day if you asked him to get things for you, which after all, is the subsidiary effect

Since this man believes he's regal and shit, he defo puts his arm/hand on your head like you're an armchair. Gets a good laugh out of him whenever you get mad.

Does he feel bad sometimes? Meh. He finds it just funny enough to not feel remorse. It is pretty funny to see a 5'1 earthrealmer to try and scold a 6 foot, 10,000 MAGE but wtv.

Much to your dismay, he started calling you "droplet" or "drizzle", or god forbid "puddle" which is honestly so disrespectful.

This fox is so sly with his remarks, that it's both heartwarming and annoying. "Yes, my droplet?" "What do you need, my puddle?"

Like awww pet names yada yada yada but in essence he's calling you TINY; PUNY; MINISCULE

Will never get over how small you are compared to him, like he will never get used to it.

He has to fully crane his neck down to talk to you, and bends down if you want to give him a kiss. He's going insane.

(This is inspired from one R6S fic i read, but I don't remember the user so if u know them pls) If ever he'd bend down to kiss you, when he's done, he'd fake a wince and stretch his neck, like it was such a contorting effort to bend down to your level.

Rude punk ass bitch.

Might also tease you with his abilities. For example, lifting you above the ground with water just for you to see him eye to eye. ORRR just carrying/nudging you with his water to move you out of the way like you were an object (lovingly).

"Excuse me, my droplet" Rain would say gently, while picking you up and setting you down just a few weeks away so he could move something 😭 he did NOT need to do all of that he just felt like doing it.

You're just left there scoffing and insulted while he smirks underneath his mask while walking away.

If you two got in an argument, then he'd put every. single. thing. you might need on a high shelf. He's a devious mage 😭 cuz he's moving everything AT LEAST a foot higher than it was before.

Your clothes cabinet? Suddenly it magically got taller and you can't reach the top shelf anymore! The pantry? You used to be able to open it no problem, but now it was closer to the ceiling than it was to your head.

If you thought to use a stepping stool, then your logic was futile, since Rain thought of that too. He made every surface that you could use as a ladder as short as a book. It got annoying as hell.

The whole point if these shenanigans was to force you to talk to him and face the fact that you're basically a mouse without his help.

If you're resist, then good for you! But no cereal, then :(

If you do give in and go up to him, apologizing and asking for him to get you something, he'd say something along the lines of: "I don't understand. I thought you were big enough to reach them!"

hahaha very funny... :|

Is he a good person? Prolly not. Do you love him? Yeah.

#fandom #fanfic #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #ruckooos #my ruffles #rain #rain mortal kombat #zeffeero #rain x reader #mortal kombat 1

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so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fig faeth #ruben hopclap #lucy frostblade #the rat grinders #adaine abernant #kipperlilly copperkettle #watching fig terrorize him like girl!!! we don’t even know if he’s guilty!!!!#this might just be for me but i do not think 5 teenagers willingly brutally killed their friend idk #like there just has to be some other element to it and i am very scared to find out what that was #what if they were put in a position where they felt there was/there was no other choice… like oh my god #my comedy brain is having fun but my ‘this is a teenager’ brain is in such deep distress all the time this season #the rat grinders i trust brennan to not make u cartoonishly evil so i am holding u as gently as i can in my confused shaky hands #also with the devil’s nectar i’ve been wondering why they all seem so well-adjusted & now i’m curious if they’ve been intentionally-#changing their memories in a way so that either the trauma is lesser or they think they aren’t guilty. idk #but it seems like from how gertie was talking she was making it more recently so the well adjustedness from early jy doesn’t quite add up #they could have another source maybe??? idk i’m just low stakes 4 a.m. spitballing here #there’s also the strong possibility that they’re aware of what happened but they weren’t the ones who killed lucy. idk who knows #the way you could probably devil’s nectar yourself into believing it wasn’t your fault someone died… CRAZY IMPLICATIONS!!! CRAZY IDEA!!!#anyways the bad kids & the rat grinders don’t ever have to like each other but i do wonder if at least some of those kids deserve a chance

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thoughtpeek · 4 months ago

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I'VE FINALLY FINISHED BROTHERSHIP IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!!!!

#clai speaks #spoilers in the tags probably #ahhh first of all i am still astounded the game exists at all. we all thought m&l was done forever but here it is!!!#the timing of me playing superstar saga and getting really into mario last year couldnt have been better #i mean i probably would have played brothership still even if mario hadnt become a main interest of mine like that. but anyway #absolutely stellar re-entry into the series it did not disappoint in the SLIGHTEST #i think i 100%'d it? only thing i didnt do was finish that last dyode dance sequence but like its fiiiine #took about 50 hours i didnt get a chance to check my final time. really surprised that the game went that long!#i dont think it was a bad thing at all though. the game mostly didnt feel like it was overstaying its welcome #i did think lottacoins and the lower level solitree went a tad too long and i didnt like them but only a little. they're still fine sections #surprised that i didnt even feel like the sidequests were a drag they were all alright!#character interactions were so good ofc. love the new cast!! starlow felt a bit flat which is a shame but she also didnt appear much so #the sidequest where she visits bowser and he calls her chippy!!!! made me so happy!!!!!#all the callbacks were so good i'm glad they can still do that. yelled out loud after finding the peasley reef #docking points for no dreambert reef however. jail worthy offence #on reclusa specifically i dont have a lot to say about his character he's just your typical evil for the sake of evil villain #but i have to say i Love his design. the really exaggerated facial expressions and that clown neck frill. really fun character actually!!#ahhh call me childish but i'm never a fan of endings where friends separate but i like to think the second uni-tree--#--will allow them to link back up once its grown and can generate more connectar to do it #cant say if its my favorite yet bc recency bias is still too fresh but its absolutely my second favorite m&l game at least!!#i havent played paper jam yet i wanted to play the original paper mario and spm first. but i always hear its bad so??#brothership is at least on par with dream team for me rn. absolutely stellar game #i hope this means we'll get more m&l someday! i've already left a very positive response on the survey they put out #anyway. now to decide what to play next because i have a MASSIVE backlog of games and i didnt think this would take this long BJDHJFHF #10/10!!!! please play brothership immediately

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pencilofawesomeness · 2 years ago

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Besides the ones you already made art of, what would the Fairy Tail gang's Twst dorms be?

I was wondering if I wanted to wait and do this after I finished the art I am in-progress on for the Housewardens, but eh, I'll go ahead and drop my list. I may tweak or add to this later (I'm not completely decided on some things anyway) but this is a very self-indulgent low-stakes AU anyway so why not?

HEARTSLAYBUL —Erza [HW] —Jellal [V] —Mirajane —Elfman —Jet —Droy

SAVANACLAW —Loke [HW] —Natsu —Lisanna —Gajeel —Erik —Kinana

OCTAVINELLE —Aquarius [HW] —Cana —Lucy —Ren —Hibiki —Eve

SCARABIA —Ultear [HW] —Meredy [V] —Gray —Lyon

POMEFIORE —Minerva [HW] —Rufus [V] —Juvia —Sting —Sorano —Yukino

IGNIHYDE —Mystogan [HW] —Levy —Rogue —Wendy —Aries

DIASOMNIA —Laxus [HW] —Freed [V] —Evergreen —Bickslow —Olga

#fairy tail x twisted wonderland #crossover au #fairy tail #still deciding on a few things #like whether or not to force erik and cana to be vices #or aries even #i feel like they would refuse the position but they are pretty much it #also there are some characters I am wondering whether or not or where to place #I also more or less know what age/class they would be but I am deliberating on a couple #I felt bad leaving the ask until I came up with everything though #so I thought i'd go ahead #besides this is a low effort au so i'm not above crowdsourcing for extra details #if yall have ideas #i'm working on some little details to put on the housewarden art im making though #since halfway through drawing the random 7 i learned hws can customize their gear #so i wanted to give erza her own design #and then the rest also were shiny #so that's something to look forward to

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britneyshakespeare · 26 days ago

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you know miley stewart is a fun character because she's in no way a "not like other girls" lead, but she still has a little bit of an outsider thing going on for being a tennessee girl living in malibu. she's a BIG girly girl and is absolutely not ashamed of being crazy about cute clothes and cute boys, but she differs from amber and ashley because she is actually nice to people.

and this was like not a hard thing to do; it feels like, pretty typical actually. this is what most female-led media was like in the early 2000s, before it devolved to toning down the overall "girliness" of many protagonists, but often without replacing it with anything much more substantial as a personality. like, the mean hyperfeminine popular bully girl trope STAYED for the antagonists, and the protagonists were not defined in many ways other than NOT being like them. they weren't supposed to be so obsessed w going to the mall anymore; the popular bitches won that in the trope custody battle. even though going to the mall is fun and should not considered a thing only vapid kids can enjoy.

#totally spies was also like this. lizzie mcguire. really anything from that period w a female lead #the mean girls were actually a lot like the female characters in interests. thats why they were threatened by them. they were 'competition'#but when you put a character like gigi from wizards of waverley place against someone like alex russo #or sonny monroe against tawni #it's like. what do these girls really have in common other than gender and location?#alex russo was actually a character who had more of an inner life as far as media from that time goes of course #like her hobbies were diverse and realistic. she was neither a complete girly girl or tomboy #sonny monroe was pretty girly but also felt like she had no believable interests other than 'funny'... sort of. and they gave up on it #like they never let her be too girly it was more her sense of style that did the talking for her. and i LOVED her clothes as a kid #you better believe i bought my first day of school outfit for sixth grade from target's sonny monroe collection #i kept that skirt well into high school lol. actually i might still have it somewhere... unless it ripped at some point #text post #yeah lilly in s1 had some tomboyish aspects like her style and skateboarding but she was not completely un-girly either #like she indulged in the same girly hobbies and activities as miley #and to be clear i'm not saying that 'girly' (vaguely defined term as it is) is necessary for every female lead to have #but this time was so much farther from representing realistic and believable positively-depicted tomboyish characters. WE KNOW THAT #the 2000s was such a backwards time for gender representation in kids media it's crazy #i forgot s1 had an episode where jackson had a crisis bc he accidentally picked out a 'girl car'#YES. THE CAR. IS GIRLY. oh my good lord #it was literally just red i think. like i saw nothing particularly feminine about it. but his friend cooper called it a 'skirt scooter'#man what the hell

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weaselle · 10 months ago

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had an interaction with a cat at my mother's friend's house (we dropped by to feed her while my mom's friend was out of town) and my mother said "i was surprised how much that cat liked you, she doesn't usually let people pet her but she followed you around and let you pet her a lot"

and in explaining to her my interaction with the cat i put into words a thing i'd never put into words before, having always automatically understood what i was doing. But once i put it into words my mother said she'd never thought of that and it felt like something worth sharing here.

This cat did a typical cat thing where she sniffed my fingers i was holding out, and then acted like she wanted me to pet her, but then when i started to move to pet her, moved her head away slightly to prevent it.

I instinctively understand this interaction, and stopped trying to pet her and moved back to a neutral position and waited to see if she would re-initiate an interaction.

Because this is basically a consent test. This is how a cat can assess "how closely are you paying attention to what i'm telling you" and "how respectful of my boundaries are you".

If i am responsive to her yes/no game, moving to pet her when she indicates i can, stopping immediately when she seems to change her mind, then she knows she can trust me to understand her, and also to respect her choices. That's what i did, so then she knew she could trust me and relax around me and enjoy my company. She was actually a very friendly and social little cat, who clearly wanted to make friends with me.

But if i had insisted on trying to pet her when she seemed to change her mind instead of simply understanding that she didn't want to be pet in that moment, she would have known she couldn't trust me to understand or respect her, and she would have treated me like she has to treat 90% of the people who visit that house, evidently.

I work mostly with dogs these days, but i grew up with cats too, and am generally good with animals. Many shy animals will also do this same "sniff sniff okay touch me nope just kidding" routine, especially if they've had experiences with people that make establishing that kind of communication and trust important to them.

And in fact, a lot of animals will do some version of this kind of consent test in a whole variety of situations. When well socialized dogs do that thing where they are rough housing and then they both stop suddenly for a moment until one of them play bows or makes a little pouncing motion and then they fly back into rough housing mode, that's what they are doing, they are doing a consent check-in, like "whoah this is getting wild, are you still in? are we still playing, is this still a good time for you?"

anyway, that's why this lovely little cat followed me around asking me to pet her the whole time we were visiting that house, because i showed her that i understood her signals and respected her boundaries, which is something i see a lot of both men and women not doing when interacting with cats and dogs.

#animals #cats #dogs

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g-k444 · 3 months ago

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POV it's your turn to host game night with all your boys so they come around to our place and you get the TV on whilst i get beers for all your friends before everyone gets between tipsy-drunk on their beverage

we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once

my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin

then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.

it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...

and they move onto twister.

but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.

I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"

I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly

"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"

my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.

"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."

They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.

i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.

they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.

round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body

at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime

despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...

i cant help but nod that yes i want that to happen again.

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lizzybeeee · 4 months ago

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When Alistair said,

"You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together."

It was supposed to be taken as a joke, while it feels like the dev's took this and decided to apply it to DATV as representative of what actually happens during a Blight.

Alistair was making a snide comment about how all these people, coming together in Ostagar, were one sneeze away from fist fighting each other -> he was even sent to chat with the mage by a chantry member to fuck with them. If you wander around and chat with people it's immediately clear that while they're united on the darkspawn threat all groups are not united with each other.

And then they literally took this idea - that people can be united in common cause but not belief - and applied it to the party. Everyone in your DAO party was united against the darkspawn, it's the one commonality that all of them share, no question -> this desire to eradicate a great evil that will consume everything they love if left unchecked. This is basically what we do in game by getting the Dalish, Dwarves, Mages/Templars, and Ferelden to work together at the end.

It's this commonality that leads to our companions finding more in common with each other and the player - they begin to chat, bicker, argue, mess, and flirt with the player and each other. They dig deep into their history and beliefs, using them as a point for connection or contention. Some become friends and others still barely tolerate each other (Morrigan and Alistair my beloved <3) - but all of them, even Morrigan and Alistair, find that no matter how little it is they all have more in common.

No matter how many times I play Origins the farewell scene right before you head off to fight the Archdemon always gets me. It feels so earned, after everything you've been through together - all the conversations, banter, and quests - to have them tell you that they would not be anywhere else but here, despite 'here' being hell on earth.

Morrigan in particular always gets to me, no matter what:

"I knew nothing of friendship before we met. And I will always consider you such. Live well, my friend. Live gloriously.”

When I first played the game I never would have imagined that I would ever grow to like her, let alone love her so much! Having her personality be so opposed to friendship/companionship/romance at the beginning made it feel so earned when the player managed to become friends with her. Without that conflict? It would not have even had half the effect on me.

And all of this happened during the Blight BioWare, so you can't jedi mind-trick me to believing that people are able to suddenly put aside petty conflicts or deeply ingrained beliefs and values for the sake of saving the world! If anything, its when things are most dire that peoples convictions and messiness are put to the test! This is the time that they would be most adamant about their personal convictions!

Zevran, if not a friend, can betray you to the Crows -> Zevran's values his personal survival over a Warden who gives him no reason to care.

Sten can leave the party or die if you waffle about (according to him) -> Sten values purpose and gets angered if you deny him of it (he believes in the Qun, after all).

Shale can die if you side with Branka and kill Caridin -> willing to die/defend the briefest memory of their old comrade/life and the hope of discovering their past.

Oghren, if at low enough approval, can challenge you to a fight and then leave -> his entire purpose for coming to the surface was the find a new life since he had nothing left in Orzammar - he's not going to risk his life for someone he can barely tolerate.

Leliana and Wynne can both die if you fuck with the Urn of Sacred Ashes - Wynne alone can die if you side with the templars and annul the circle -> Leliana and Wynne both value faith and will live and die for it. Wynne values the Circle and will also die for it.

All companions in this game have a crisis point where they can call you out and leave the party in some manner. Having companions with strong convictions and beliefs makes working with them in different situations compelling! It makes taking out different characters in your party fun! The only two companions that you have to have are Alistair and Morrigan.

(Also your mabari if you recruit him -> Barkspawn my beloved <3)

Even for the two companions we have to keep, there's reasoning behind why they stay with you even if they despise you. Alistair, who understands and knows that it has to be warden - so he continues traveling with you regardless, despite his feelings, because his duty as a Warden and his desire for vengeance against Loghain takes priority. Morrigan, who is pragmatic and focused on survival, staying because it's convenient to her end goal - regardless of if she's a friend or not.

Obviously, in an ideal world people would be able to put aside their differences for a common good cause - and people do! - but it always takes work to make that happen. The Warden worked to make that happen and it was so earned and fulfilling to see everybody come together at the end. It was especially fulfilling if you played as an elf after enduring all the shitty comments from people! People can be messy and conflicted and wonderful at the same time, and that's what I loved about DAO.

In comparison? I felt like I earned basically nothing in Veilguard.

Rook automatically gets along with everyone - they support everyone and everyone likes them. Occasionally characters get into small arguments or disagreements but they are settled quickly and never explored. I didn't earn their friendship. I didn't develop a relationship with them through the course of the game -> our path with them was set from the moment I booted up the game. Which is something that is sorely disappointing for a role-playing game.

What makes the friendships in these games so effective was that there was choice involved. You can choose to be mean or downright cruel - at times for gain - which gives the decision to choose kindness or go the extra mile have that much more weight. I earned my friendship with Morrigan, Fenris, Cassandra, and Solas but I did not with anyone in the DATV.

I want to get to know these characters but the game is giving me very few opportunities to do so, and even then, they never go into the nitty gritty of it or let me ask questions. Rook has such a surface level understanding of them because that's all they're allowed to see. I have a greater understanding of their relationships with each other than I do with the player character - I'm an observer and disconnected from them outside of when I'm 'allowed' to interact with them.

Just like the factions themselves, the characters avoid confrontational ideas and are simplified to their basest form. There are hints of deeper issues but the game shies away from them faster than Cullen when he sees an Amell or Suruna. These characters don't display the deeply held beliefs and convictions of characters in previous games - they have no opportunity to show them regardless. And, quite simply, it's not compelling to the setting or story that we're playing.

How much more interesting would it be if Bellara was suspicious of characters like Neve or a Shadow Dragon Rook from the beginning because of their tevinter origin?? How much more fulfilling would it be for them to develop their friendship from that point of contention?? Or she could just get along with us from start, I guess!

I'm just along for the ride in DATV with a bunch of people who I can't even question or interact with meaningfully outside of some cutscenes - scenes in which I feel like I'm a therapist half the time. It's hard to get invested when you're given so little to get invested in.

Thinking a lot about how the devs basically said there is no conflict in the team or between historically opposed people in Thedas in this game because "the stakes are too high, everyone has to work together." When the stakes are very very similar to Inquisitions?? Albeit we as a player know it's "real" this time. The big one.

But correct me if I'm wrong here (I'm not) the previous antagonist was a blighted OP mage with a knock off Archdemon trying to tear down the veil and ascend to godhood? And we are currently trying to *checks notes* defeat a blighted OP mage with an Archdemon trying to fuck up the veil and ascend to godhood? Oh sorry. Two.

Yes, the Blight. But it's hardly as though there weren't Blight concerns in Inquisition. Adamant, anyone?

Anyways, my point being is that the characters of Inquisition have no reason to see the stakes of that story as any less dire than the characters of Veilgaurd. And bless their hearts, those kids have Issues™️. They're all in on petty conflict. That was part of the genius, that the stakes were so high these deeply different people had to find a way to work together despite butting heads.

And the rest of the world didn't suddenly forget it's drama as well? Halamshiral's underlying elven rebellion. Orlesian civil war. The Mages vs the Templars. Chantry infighting. Seeker infighting. Tranquility. They didn't all go, "wait! there's a hole in the sky! we should put aside hundreds of years of systemic issues in the name of togetherness." Excluding the Inquisition that is.

Okay, Blight. Let's talk about the Blight. The Fifth one. You have the most rag tag group thrown together to stop the spread. This is literally the game that founded the series. Its defining features were political conflict. The king was betrayed! In a battle against Darkspawn! During a Blight! What a time to not stand as a united front, Loghain. In your own party, you're trying desperately to prevent Morrigan from emotionally assasinating Alistair. Oh! More conflict. While we are here, let's murder her mom real quick because *checks notes* Blights are when we all come together to hold hands.

If you play as an elf, you're putting up with human nonsense. If you play as a mage, you put up with mage nonsense. If you play as a woman- oh boy. I would make the argument that the realness of that setting, the way it highlighted human nature's best and worst qualities- is why it sunk it's claws into so many fans hearts.

It just.... whatever they've got going in Veilgaurd on only works for a YA novel. Which Dragon Age has never tried to be before. And, frankly, is a weird thing for it to aim for.

#brekkie-e : so well put!#my ramblings about lack of conflict with companions #conflict is an unfortunate reality of life but it's also fucking necessary for if you want to make a story for 2+ year olds #why isn't bellara suspicious to work with neve? a mage from tevinter? helloooooooo???#imagine if they developed the friendship they have in datv coming from a place where both were cagey around each other c'mon #i like the 'idea' of the companions more so than the what was given to us in-game #i want to get to know them but the game is saying 'nope!' every time #emmerich and davrin are the most well-realised characters imo #people on this website come up with such good headcanons and ideas while this game gives so little #I barely felt like colleagues or friends with them - i'm so divorced from them in-game -> they interact more with each other than rook #i feel like a therapist half the time and I hate it - worst was with harding #sitting in that plush chair while she's on the ground - my rate is 3 gold pieces an hour Harding #datv critical #bioware critical #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age origins positive! i love this game so much <3 #edit - my bellara point was too good i put it in #veilguard critical

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screampied · 8 months ago

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ʚ FINISH INSIDE HER ?! ɞ

ᡴꪫ sum. what the hell is a full nelson? no worries, luckily underground boxer toji shows you a hands-on demonstration. although, you want choso to try it with you too. not only are you a slut visual learner, but you also think you can take them both - not in a fight though.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, boxer! au, boxers toji & choso, 3sum, choso walks in on you and toji, unprotected, full nelson, manhandling, brief ōral (f + m), quickie, size diff, finger sucking, praise, dirty talk, choking, they fight over you, whiny choso, squırting, impact play, slight nıpple play, premature ejac, spıt.

an. kind of based on this ask!

“upsie daisey, uh huh. biiiiig fuckin’ stretch,” your mouth drops open once your thighs gets sprawled apart. your back slumps back against the fighter — toji, you’ve been training with him for a while. not only were you training with him but you’ve also been a bit of a fan. you mentioned to him on how you wanted to strengthen your ‘flexibility’ a bit more and of course, he had just the right thing to help you. out of curiosity, you asked him about a certain position you watched him perform on his rival, choso kamo. full nelson, it was considered illegal in some rings if not all. toji would always perform a specific choking move where he’d pin choso down with ease, burly buff arms putting him in a head lock - preventing him from moving a single inch. the entire crowd always goes wild at it every single time—so you wanted to try it out for yourself. “easy, easy. don’t tap out on me jus’ yet, okay? y’er a big girl.”

bobbling your head to give him a nod, an airy breeze shoves you back into his chest. the stretchy fabric of his boxing shorts tickle against your skin upon impact. “o- okay,” you breathe, gasping once he hooks two big arms underneath the undersides of your thighs. he’s got such a good taut grip that seconds later, you felt yourself throb a bit at the feverish, hot friction. “you’re not really gonna, heh, choke me out right?”

“not unless y’er into that, princess,” he jibes, a throaty husk of a chuckle leaving out of him. and as you’re spread all out, limbs extended—yeah,

you were probably fucked.

after what seems like hours of meaningless stretches and exercises to prepare your limbs, toji’s finally got you in the position — you were sprawled right in his lap, being in a safe firm chokehold.

his voice was roughly gruff, and as he spreads your legs just a bit further, you feel the cottony bandage that wraps around his arm ghost up against your thigh. his touch was gentle and you intake a sharp breath, further continuing to lean into his touch - his grasp. “mhm, seems like y’er a bit more flexible than i thought. this comfy?”

“no,” you let off a sheepish snort, starting to feel a brief pang on your thighs from the position. to be fair — not only was full nelson uncomfortable but it was dangerous. just one wrong move and snap. but toji was a professional, he’d make sure you’d keep all your pretty little limbs in tact. probably. clearing your throat, your eyes scan around a plethora of trophies and plaques he’s won throughout his career. “but um, have you ever tried this position with no clothes on?”

toji grows quiet, allowing you to lie back on his chest. black curly strands of chest hair fondle against your skin before he murmurs gruffly into your ear. “maybe.”

the growing bulge that hid underneath his boxers had you almost feral. you felt its presence—how it was just there, poking right against your shorts.

you prepare for yet another sharp drawn out breath, taking in his loud axe cologne that wafts through the entire studio. “can we try nude?”

and that was probably dumb to ask.

it was very dumb to ask.

your lewd filthy thoughts loved to make themselves known out of your lips at the worst times. your heart raced the moment you blurted that out, feeling the tips of your ears burn a scorching temperature. he’d say no, you were almost sure of it. you were just a dumb fan who managed to be a favorite, surely he wouldn’t—

“why the hell not,” he snickers, sliding his hands toward the smooth curvature of your hips. “i’ll go easy on ya for today. let’s get rid of these,” he pulls on the string of your panties, already discarding your shorts with such quickness. “i’ll try not ‘ta break you too bad.”

but that was a lie—

not only did he break you but he stretched you out in all the ways possible.

you had the most dumbest expression, tongue lolled out, legs spread, gushing all over the velvet red boxing mat - time and time again.

pink luminescent lighting shine back against the centers of your irises as you stare up at the ceiling’s lights. you’ve never felt so weak. spit slick lips of yours were all swollen and numb from being chewed on constantly like candy. within minutes, your knees were already surrendering, bucking at his very mercy.

“fuck, tooooji.” you’d drag out his name in cute elongated syllables.

the infamous elastic stretch of his cock has you writhe and spasm all over his lap. ludicrously, your voice bounces across the cheap walls of the building. nevertheless, you can’t lie to yourself, you’ve rubbed a few out at the thought of having this moment with your favorite boxer.

unprofessional, maybe. but he didn’t care and neither did you. besides, he was helping you with your flexibility after all. even if it was a bit more intimate than most regular methods.

your heart races, thumping out quick hurried beats as he’s shoving his cock in and out of you. you’re in such a submissive position that you were just a bobble head, a doll. he treated you like one — using your body, bouncing you up and down and manhandling you all over the mat.

he gruffly cackles behind the plushy shell of your ear, watching right before his eyes as you’re jouncing on his dick. your skin was so warm, so hot, the recoil stings for a few seconds before your ass ricochets off his sharp pelvis.

the smacks and paps only grew louder, and so did your sweet melodic moans and whimpers.

a creamy pearl of a ring coats around his base and he grunts, still having a beefy arm around your neck. his muscles flex and you fight the urge to bite his bicep. “easy, good girl. lean right into me. y’er a natural.”

his words went straight to your cunt. toji was a dirty talker, never a sweet talker.

he knew how to get you wet, whether it was with his slick mouth, his tongue, or even his cock. his voice was always so low, timbre and all. the husk that it carried never failed to make you soaked. embarrassing,

oh, it definitely was embarrassing.

he’s got a free hand gripping onto your thigh, kissing your ass with his palm - rough rude spanks.

the cute flinches of your rear bouncing back against his lap makes him slide a tongue over his lips, including sliding over that notorious scar that slides down the right side of his mouth. “fuck, so fuckin’ sloppy. got the mat all soaked. should make ya lick it up, huh.”

you couldn’t even reply . . you tried, but babbles of inaudible squeaks came out instead.

it just felt too good, he felt too good.

you’re panting heavily, the repetitive pop song that blared through the boxing ring’s broken speakers gets stuck in your head. you hear the moist wails of your pussy squelching time and time again, entirely soaking yourself with your own beloved filth. a free hand of toji’s creeps its way in front of you. hand so big that he could easily cover it over your entire face if he could.

with glossy half-lidded eyes, you stare at his palm, feeling your mouth water.

thick long fingers, he knew what he was doing.

toji’s just casually waving his hand around in your face in a slow mesmerizing motion as you bounced on his cock. they were so lengthy and thick, his arms had prodding veins for days. from his wrist to the edge of his arm, you saw the veins poking out. he was so built that you couldn’t help but stare, couldn’t help but drool. “what a sloppy little girl. i could really snap you in half, heh,” he huffs, clenched abs pressing against your back. it’s hard, rock hard . . they feel like bricks.

you knew underground boxers like toji had to keep up a strict workout routine but damn.

“but you’d like that, huh,” he murmurs, bringing another smack to your slick wet folds. you moan at the stretch of your limbs, craving for more of his rude spanks against your swollen cunt. you throbbed from not only his words but his touch too, and the thought of him literally breaking you had you a bit more soaked than you thought it would.

this was a workout of its own - rutting your weight up and down against him. he’s got a secure hold on your body, holding your thighs up in place.

you were stupid, not even acknowledging that you’d already grab ahold of his wrist, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you moan the second the dry bandaged digits delve past your lips and makings way down your throat. as your ass steadily rocks against him in sloppy rhythm, you feel the very tips of his fingers prod against your puny uvula. you almost gag at the unexpected feeling—a cobwebby trail of saliva that was translucent pours down the side of your parted lips.

“no manners, tch,” he scoffs and his ripped abs continue to brush up against your back. “sloppy baby. got some nerve showin’ up to train being this fuckin’ nasty ‘n soaked.”

the hot skin against skin contact rubbing off against each other had your panties in a bunch, despite them already being technically pulled to the side and abandoned.

you were already still sensitive, swollen achy cunt sobbing out its own pleas of pleasure.

haphazardly, your knees buckle and he snatches his fingers out of your mouth. he does this solely to get a taste himself, swirling his pink pointed tongue against his slippery digits all thanks to you. “startin’ ‘ta think you came here for more than to just get an autograph ‘n work out with me, pretty girl.”

and as the plump crown of his cock molds you a tiny brief bulge from just his size alone — it repeatedly thrashes up against your sweetest spot. you shudder, about to collapse backward before you hear the jingling bells of the front door sound off.

“h- hey, toji man. did i leave my . . gloves . . ?”

choso, toji’s rival and regular training partner stares at the erotic scene and his face twists.

“oh,” and he’s flustered right away.

you stop bouncing and your eyes widen as big as saucers—yet, you weren’t even embarrassed. you were in awe, you knew all about choso kamo.

the choso kamo, anyone would be crazy not too. he was the most recent up and coming boxer, and after beating toji with a brutal close score of 58-57.

as you’re reclined back against toji—you finally get a good look at the other dark haired boxer.

he was slim yet also well built, choso was known for fighting opponents with his iconic ponytails but as of currently - he started to wear his hair down. sometimes he’d pin it up, a bit of a wolf cut that flew down his broad shoulders.

as his bashful gaze met yours, he grew nervous. very nervous.

black sable hued shorts cling onto his hips whilst he was shirtless, a few past battle scars painting the entire canvas of his perfectly chiseled body. “am i . . interrupting something?”

“nah. c’mere, ‘cho,” a husky voice calls out and he pauses in his tracks. the air suddenly clouded its way with imaginary thick smoke of lust and tension. it’s so thick you could cut it with a knife.

he swallows—dragging his bare feet across the crimson red mat toward you both, ducking underneath the stretchy multicolored bars before gawking at you. he was far pretty up close once he entered the practice ring, he runs a hand behind his neck before averting his eyes away from your nude body out of respect.

“he’s always been kinda shy,” toji purrs to you, still buried deep into your cunt. you shiver, every movement he makes makes—even just sitting up makes you let off a soft noise. you chew the inside of your cheek, feeling a stickiness stick between your thighs. dark green eyes flicker at choso and he hums, tilting his head. “choso, you know how to do full nelson too, yeah?”

“y- yeah, of course i do why?”

“you’re avoiding eye contact again.”

choso gulps - burying his hands into the burrows of his shorts pockets. a sheet of sweat marinates across his forehead before he glances at toji, rephrasing. “eh, yeah i know how to do full nelson. why?”

“because,” toji smacks his lips, a hand prying its way between the valley of your legs. you moan, still feeling full from tepid hot dumps of his cum practically oozing out of your puffy slit. “we’ve got a new opponent ‘n she wants to experience what it’s really like on the ring.”

“toji, we do full nelson all the time,” choso timidly runs a bundle of fingers through his buzzed undercut, a timid smile curling against his lips. “we never usually do it um . . naked though.”

the boxer underneath you deadpans. he could be so dense, choso stands still before a small gasp wrenches out of his pink glossed lips.

“oh.. oh,” and his face turns into a flustered tint.

you’ve watched a bit of his interviews and it seemed not only was he shy with the press but he was also very shy in person. it was cute, regardless.

as you’re busy being trapped up in your own thoughts, choso can’t help but peek down toward your legs. you were all exposed and being stretched out by his rival. he sucks his teeth in longing, briefly staring away before feeling himself grow a bit . . aroused. “i feel disrespectful for looking, ‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay,” you murmur in coy reassurance, and a hand tugs onto his wrist. choso’s breath hitches at your touch, and you felt his dark eyes flicker back toward you. there’s this look in choso’s eyes, it’s mainly lust-driven. his pupils were blown and his heart raced, you looked so pretty. it’s not like he didn’t exactly not know you. he’d see you every so often when you were ‘training’ with toji. not only that but he’d spot you attending almost every boxing match. always in the front row with a vip lanyard. secretly, you were more of a choso fan but toji didn’t have to know that. “do you wanna touch me too?”

“yes,” he blurts out almost right away and his face flushes a deeper shade. a rumble from toji shakes his shoulders - he’s chuckling, and you feel a big arm wrap around your torso. you bite down on your lip, still feeling yourself sit in a creamy puddle of filth, warm cum still plugged into you. choso starts to pant, watching you slither a hand between your thighs, spreading your soppy pussy lips. “i mean.. oh, that’s..” and he’s barely able to think straight, watching as you toy with yourself whilst still being full of toji’s thickset cock. his head starts to spin before he inches closer, kneeling down after your cute hand gestures to come here. “a- are you sure you want me to—”

“it’s okay, go ahead.” you hum, guiding his wrist.

“choso, she’s not gonna bite ya,” toji snickers, bringing your legs back down. as of now — you were currently straddling him with your back facing his chest. choso rubs his neck once more, growing sheepish yet again. it’s adorable, but again, he’s seen you at his matches and face offs. choso being choso though was far too shy to say anything or thank you for your support. but now, maybe he could thank you in another way. toji crosses his arms, cocking his head as he glances at the scene. “atta boy.”

a scowl forms on the timid boxer as his fingers resume to brush up against your drooling cunt. “s- shut up, toji,” and you let off a moan at his gentle strokes. you continue to lie back against toji - staring at choso, ogles as two plump fingers of his partner’s play up and down against your soddened entrance. choso’s mouth starts to water the more he stares, admiring how full you were—you had a few remnants of toji’s cum oozing from your slit and he swipes it up, bedaubing it against your pussy to make it sheeny again. “f- fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“you can t- touch me more, choso,” you lightly pause his hand by grabbing his wrist. his eyes meet yours and he felt the tent in his boxers tighten. oh, he was already whipped from the sound of your voice. with half lidded smoky eyes, he huffs out a single breath before glancing at your lips. you climb off of toji and a brief pop exits your cunt - dragging choso closer. “are you hard, choso?”

“he’s definitely hard,” toji tchs, averting his jade green eyes toward his partner’s shorts. it was hard to not notice the presentable bulge that’s sticking right in front of his leather everlast brand shorts. “cute.”

“shut up man,” he repeats with a glowering scowl.

with a cute dramatic sigh, choso grumbles something under his breath - trying to pay more attention back toward you. he leans into your touch, closing the gap between your legs until he’s right between you. choso presses a chaste kiss against your collarbone before moaning into your tender skin. he couldn’t help but suck against your shoulder for a few seconds, relishing in your candied flavor.

you were so sweet - bandaged hands roam everywhere on your displayed body before he exhales deeply, staring at you with almost heart shaped pupils. “you . . wanna try full nelson with me too, princess?”

throwing your arms over him, you hum with a subtle nod. “yeah, ‘s okay. i can handle it.”

famous last words,

with choso . . he stretched you all the way out, probably even more than toji.

his cock was just as thick, maybe even more. his fat reddened tip swelters the inside of your sopping pussy so good until you’re whimpering his name on constant loop. it’s like a mantra, you’re so dumb that it’s like his five lettered name was the only thing your brain could comprehend to say.

he’s got you upright in the same exact position before, slinging two beefy arms underneath your thighs as your weight bounces and defies gravity.

“fuck, fuck,” he whines, the addictive squeeze your cunt had never failed to make itself known. he reached any and every area so deep. choso had a delicious curve to his cock that sent you straight butterflies. it expands through your walls, french kissing your insides until you whine. his base was repeatedly getting smacked from your ass, each ‘n every time you jerked up from his lap. “y- you’re so good. so warm, ‘m gonna pass out.”

“aren’t you the boxer though?” you try to tease, but your cheeky voice falters the second his slitted tip kisses against that spot.

your vision was merely blurry, seeing nothing but a kaleidoscope of stars. in almost defeat, your head falls back against his chest and toji watches the entire time, buff arms crossed and an amused cunning expression. seeing you milk his rival was something he didn’t know would turn him on so much.

choso doesn’t reply to your little jest, still pumping such fat inches inside of your gripping walls. he’s already dumb, knocked out cold with a solid punch - not necessarily from an opponent, but your pussy. “hang onto me, ‘kay? this position requires lots of um . . s- stamina.”

as you nod, your entire body dangles and bobs from the movement — parching hot friction gluing against each jolting limb before you spasm.

“chosoooo,” and your thighs collapse, coming to its pleasurable demise. his thrusts were sloppy, the squelches of your own body was so lewd. you heard it through and through, glancing down to see yourself flutter and clench around his cock. “fuck, fuck ‘m gonna get close again.”

“wait,” a gruff voice murmurs and you glance up to see toji standing over you. he cups your chin, a thumb caressing your quivering bottom lip. “such a empty mouth. hm, open for me, pretty. think you could use some throat training too.”

as choso’s still plummeting his cock into your swollen cunt - stretching you out dexterously, you part your lips open.

by your surprise, toji’s lips meets yours and he pulls you into a deep kiss. it’s a bit of a rushing kiss, sloppy and strings of saliva tangling between each mouths. you moan, feeling the weight of your breasts bounce as you’re making haste on the other boxer’s lap. fuck, you were quite literally living the dream. you whimper, feeling his broad hands grab against your tits, using thumbs to push squeeze pressure against your perky nipples. he was always so handsy, allowing his hands to wander everywhere and yanking against the remaining pathetic pieces of fabric that covered your body.

you were still layered . . partially,

his rough scarred hands slide underneath your blouse as he’s continuing to make out with you, curling his parted tongue beside your own before it turns into obscene sucking. your own tongue occasionally scrapes against his scar that located directly near the right side of his mouth - it tickles a bit—however, you whimper once choso’s dick created its own little kisses against your g-spot.

abruptly, toji who was just claiming your mouth a few seconds ago pulls away from the continued kiss to grip underneath your chin again. “ah, say ah,” and he hums at your obedience, staring at your pretty pink tongue rolling out of your mouth flat. “good, ‘m gonna train this throat a little bit for ya, sweets. that alright?”

“o- okay,” and you’re briefly cut off once he springs out his cock again, thwacking his pink pearly tip against your tongue. he lets off a gruff satisfied grunt, feeling himself harden up once you flick your tongue against his slit. you’re slow, making sure to savor his taste. he watches, smacking his lips and his left brow curls.

toji bites his lip, his abs curlings as he watches you try to suck him of fully — he smacks his cock all against your face softly, watching your needy pout before humming. “such a needy cock hungry slut,” and a thumb swipes against your lip, preparing to insert his hardened shaft down your throat. “aw, you want more, do ya?”

you nod before moaning, feeling choso kiss down your neck, yearning for your attention.

“y- you’re doing so good,” choso whines against your ear, clinging onto your jerking body. “ngh, don’t listen to toji. he’s just mean.”

toji rolls his eyes. he’d reply with a sassy remark but he was still feeling the after effects of sensitivity. his muscles were all tense and spasming from you just bouncing on him just a few minutes ago. you’re just grinding onto choso, feeling your hips ridiculously buckle and snap before he smears his cockhead against your lips like it was lipstick. his plump tip goes against your wet lips, only for him to smack it against your clean pink tongue. “mmph.” you lashes flutter, ogling as he buries a few fingers into your scalp for a good grip. toji grunts, briefly tossing his head back in rapture. his scent grows stronger as he gradually starts to sink his way into your mouth.

“t- toji, ‘m gonna cum. i can’t last,” choso babbles, facial expressions scrunching up the more you quicken your tempo on his lap. toji glances at choso who’s melting right underneath you — he’s got you in a secure hold, but it’s lazy.

one of his arms sling around your torso, another holding onto your thigh. “fuck,” he sucks against your neck, feeling the stretch increase. your walls were his own worst enemy, preparing to milk him for all of his worth. everything felt hot, his throat felt dry and he’s starting to shake right underneath you. “gonna cum, gonna c- cum.”

“not yet, ‘cho,” he grunts, watching as you lean in, adjusting your throat to his heavy size. your tongue swirls around the peeling slit and he huffs, a single hand tightening its hold against the roots that stick onto your scalp. “mhm, look at me. don’t worry about him, he’s just a crybaby,” and you can hear choso let off a scoff from behind you. toji’s sensitive cock was still dribbling a bit with a concoction of your previous juices and he groans at the image of you lapping it right up. “c’mon, little deeper. i wanna feel that slutty roof.”

whilst you’re having your mouth and cunt filled entirely—choso’s whining pitches louder and louder. so loud that it reverbs all throughout the thin walls of the empty boxing arena. thankfully, there wasn’t anyone here and it was usually closed on saturdays. he didn’t like be edged, he hated it.

but it felt good,

so fucking good.

especially due to the fact that he was so close to you, hearing your sweet whimpers follow in sync with his.

your voice made his cock twitch and from the inside, you felt it all.

every frantic spasm - you felt it, not to mention the few lightning type veins that run down the upward curve of his cock, you felt that too.

you rocked against him until your knees were at its last. he’s still holding you up but even he was about to tap out. choso had stamina - but he was no match for his rival, toji.

with murky low eyes—toji’s staring dead at you, bobbling your head and merely shoving you down just a little deeper.

you get sloppy, a puddle of drool trickling down the corners of your chin and down the valley of your chest before his tip hits against the roof of your mouth again.

it’s a rough rude hit and his cock gives the very back of your throat its own few jabs. a combo if you will — yet it’s more raunchy instead of sportsmanlike.

“eyes on me baby. yeah, yeah,” toji turns your head a bit, locking onto your sweet gaze. “get it wet, clean it up for me. make me just as much of a mess as you, girl.”

his words were so low - an almost growl. you were too focused on toji that you concisely forgot about the other boxer that’s sat underneath you.

choso came and it was so sudden—he couldn’t hold it anymore.

his grip weakens and he slouched back against the ring, spurts of hot cum pouring into you deep. he’s trembling, feeling a wave crash down on him as he’s succumbing to his high. choso can’t help but try to mimic toji, swatting the palm of his hand softly against your ass. even his spanks were respectful.

the worn out boxer pants, letting off an adorable finish. his vocals were quite loud despite having a deep bellow. “baby oh, fuuuck,” he mewls out, dark brows coming together. choso was about to lose it even more at the feeling your swiveling hips throwing itself around in a circle just because. toji watches the entire thing, how you were teasing his partner whilst having your mouth all stuffed full. as he’s stood tall before you both, his abs clench and you get a face view of it all. perfectly incised along the edges, you saw a few marks and scars coat against his skin and it’s never been more attractive. choso on the other hand found his hands grabbing onto your tits, gently brushing a thumb against your sensitive nipples before nuzzling into your neck. he was definitely pussy drunk — you could hear it. “babyyy,” a soft voice whines pussy drunkly against the lobe of your ear, and you depart your lips away from toji’s cock. he groans, viewing you lie back before you start to twitch out a bit yourself.

not only was choso close but so were you. as your legs were all stuck up in the air in its ideal position, you dramatically gasp once you feel it.

there’s a tugging pile of pressure that presses down on your tummy. your jaw drops—dangles and everything as you’re being pushed further toward the edge. your arousal steadily builds up until it finally comes.

just seconds apart from choso, you pant - a brief pang of electric shock ascending down right through you. you were speechless for a moment.

there’s nothing but a white noise blaring through each of your ears. it feels like an unpredictable wave, a powerful wave that ripples right through your entire body. it took you a long time to realize you were finishing - not only finishing but you were squirting.

“ohmygodddd,” you whimper out, feeling your legs vigorously shake. you gush out right onto the mat. feeling yourself grow hot — you’re even hotter because of choso’s body underneath you.

effortlessly, bodies stick against each other, snuggling in filthy warmth. as you’re leisurely coming to a halting stop of your rhythmic hips, choso’s cock remained tuck inside of you and you catch your breath, head cutely flopping back against his bare chest.

“did . . did you just squirt on me?” choso whimpers, a tremor in his voice.

his voice, it grew a bit raspier. although, you could still hear the softness lingering underneath it.

toji leans in toward you both, spreading your legs open just a bit more - he strums a calloused thumb down your opening, peering as you’re still fluttering out of arousal and was still sopping wet all the way from your needy clit.

“she fuckin’ did,” he coos, and he leans down, getting right on his knees.

you watch with low hooded eyes, still feeling surges of nirvana and euphoria overtake your body. toji purrs in contentment, wide open palms slapping against the foamy ring mat before sticking out his lengthy rosy tongue. you’re catching irregular heavy breaths right along with choso, full lungs preparing to collapse and give out before you pulse.

the moment toji drags his long tongue over the dampened spot of where you just made a mess—you felt yourself throb yet again.

so nasty, he had no shame at all. choso watched too, and he felt the exact same way as you did.

“what a mess,” and with another throaty chuckle leaving his lips, he cleans the mat off entirely before going between your legs. you moan, his palm gifting your cunt with a single abrupt spank. you’re so drenched that a few spurts of your slick coat onto his hand. toji stares at it, scoffing. “pussy tryin’ to talk back i see,” and he rubs his hand in a circular rotation against your cunt, maneuvering all kinds of shapes with his palm. you whimper, grabbing onto choso’s wrist. in awe, toji watches as dumps of cum ooze out of your opening and he even licks that up too, sticky black hair all unkempt and gluing against his forehead. the thin black bangs that run down his brows gives him a more alluring look and he hums, darkened eyes meeting his partner’s. “choso. don’t be a zombie. c’meree.”

you were definitely fucked—

being laid out, defeated and just stupidly stupid.

your legs sprawl outward as they’re both right between them. taking turns, flicking tongues of each against your swollen cunt. they took fighting over you to an entire new level. as they were drinking you dry — you couldn’t help but imagine the lewd thought of taking them both at the same time. you’d probably get crushed, you could barely even handle one as is, but two? that’d be an actual knockout for real.

as you’re still in a trancing daze, you watch both of the boxers with wide rounded eyes, grabbing both of them by the hair. there’s choso who’s really sweet and gentle, giving your pussy soft kitten kisses, softly brushing a thumb down your slit.

and then there’s toji . .

the clit biter - opposite of choso being the clit kisser, he doesn’t care.

with ravened brows furrowing up, he’s so rude to your pussy. every few seconds, he’d tenderly nibble against your pulsating nub, knowing that you’re sensitive there. with a smug grin, he shifts his eyes at you to stare at you dead in the face whilst he’s right between your legs. he’s messy too, moving his head from side to side, his scar swipes against your cunt every now and then.

not only was he messy but he was a hogger. he slurps you clean, luxuriating the tasteless flavor on his tongue before he hears choso cutely huff out in frustration.

“toji, you’re hogging her. ‘s no fair,” he grunts, dark eyes catching a glimpse at him from his hazy peripherals.

“cry ‘bout it,” and he spits on your cunt, hooked bump of his nose rubbing all against your slit.

already - toji’s chin was drenched, and so was choso’s. they both match with a slick of your sheeny arousal dripping down their perfectly chiseled chins. about a good hour had probably passed — then again, you were too dumb to acknowledge the time. all you knew was that you were soaked. you whimper, being nothing but a stiff shivering mess as they devoured you whole.

the numbness in your legs had your back rising up in ecstasy. you wanted more. sloshing slick tongues thrash and glissade against each other before they eventually . . tangle.

toji groans, accidentally meeting with choso’s lips and its brief. his eyelashes open and he has a sly smile at his rival. you watch the entire thing, the timid boxer versus the smug one. toji’s hand still remains on your folds and he’s multitasking, seductively licking choso’s bottom lip - still locking his gaze on him. he’s starting to taking his attention off of you. “hm, don’t tell me you wanted attention from me ‘n not her this entire time, ‘cho.”

a lump gets caught in his throat. choso grows flustered, hearing his own pulse shoot out through his ears as his lips made contact against his rival. “i—”

he’s hard, flaccid still, but definitely hard. there was a loud silence once a smack noise leaves there lips the second they each depart. choso’s got a pout, a longing pout before he tries to act tough.

“shut up, toji.” he grouses, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“how ‘bout ya make me,” and you’re just sat there dumbfounded with your legs still sprawled as if you weren’t just being fought over - invisible questions marks pop up everywhere over your head. what about you? what about you. with quick reflexes, he pins choso flat down on his back before snickering, having the most lewd back arch imaginable.

“our re-match is tonight after all, pretty boy.”

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