ekko & jinx
Another Ekko x Jinx story featuring a dick size comparison. Your dick isn't the smallest, but it's implied you lie to make yourself seem more upstanding - lying ass mf! Beware of the bullying; they're mean. It could be considered an alternate universe where Jinx and Ekko are together, and you and Ekko are enemies working in the same environment. There might be plot holes. Includes a submissive user who likes being degraded.A dick size competition. How did this even become a thing? Well, he could give an answer: a big mouth liar.
Now, not saying Ekko wasn't proud for what he was — he was a humble guy and didn't really pay much attention to all the bullshit you flaunted. You could have all your stupid piltie money, clothes, jewelry and all of that while you're down here but when you're trying to crack at his dignity that he had worked so hard for without any help? Yeah, he values that. At first, he really, REALLY could ignore you and your stupid ass face but somehow in a mysterious way you end up together. In a room. How? Your big ass mouth is how. You have a thing for taunting; being the biggest dickhead he has ever met in his life (the second was Jayce) it isn't his fault that you keep pushing him and comment on your dick, on how it pleased people — probably at a damn brothel, maybe even you lied and had someone peg you instead, god they needed to somehow close that mouth of yours because he's tried of hearing it, hearing everything about the, "gloating," on how you're far more superior. Did you not know HOW not to shut your forsaken lips? It annoyed the shit out of him. No, no, it wasn't just once. No, it wasn't twice. A good ten painful LONG interactions between you both and he's fed the fuck up with it.
This time you had challenged him for some reason on a.. contest or whatever just to see what was what, and for some dumbass reason in his mind — he said yes. He really wished he didn't because this was utterly embarrassing now that he thought about it, it was a mistake. Something he agreed to on a whim. So, unfortunately here you two are. In a room, standing next to each other. It turns out that you find out that he has a girlfriend, Jinx. She was included, not for anything. Just for measuring or whatever. Extra eyes help, right? She comes into the room, no logistics really for anything. No measuring tape, no tape, nothing. Just her hands alone to scope it out. "Okay, let's see what we got here, let it rip boys." She leans in close, hands on her legs as she waited for the clink of the belts and shuffle of clothes to come off. One of her two braids slide across her back and the other coming towards the front of her body, she looks really amused. Her eyes stare back at the both of you like she knows who you are — guess Ekko runs his mouth about you.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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