#bite me you accessibility hating assholes!

[razzek]

Little accessibility rant 8

Just saw a news article calling dark mode on devices a trend and mother fuckers I dunno how to explain to you that a lot of humans have been breaking the internet for decades because black text on a white bg is pure god damn agony. And if you're going to force your shitty app or your dumb email to break my phone's dark mode settings so it can look nice, bitch I am going to absolutely fuck you with forced custom app rules in the accessibility settings. 8) Now your shit looks like total ass and it's nobody's fault but your own. 8D

Btw if you too want to fuck up a company's hard work so you don't projectile vomit all over your screen, on iOS go to settings - accessibility - per app settings, then plug in any app that's trying to get around dark mode and go into that app and turn on "smart invert". It will mostly leave images alone but everything else it will flip color schemes on. No more eye gouging white bg emails now ahahaha! I'm not sure how this works on Android but I think it's also doable with those devices. To do it on your laptop/pc it just depends on your browser and installing a good dark reader extension.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Admit You Don’t Hate Me (Wolverine)

Description: Nearly hate sex between Y/N and Logan

Warning: Smutty

Word Count: 568

Request: can you please write hate sex with logan and fem! reader??? i love all the logan stuff you’ve made.

“Look at you begging me to touch ya. Thought ya hated me?” He teases as Y/N stares up at him with pleading eyes. What an asshole. He had her right where he wanted her. “No words? Not a thought in that head, is there babe?” He asked her as his hands ghosted her soaking wet panties. She whimpered and pushed her hips up to meet his hands but he pulled them away causing her to whine. He chuckled, a deep sexy chuckle. “Logan please.” She moaned as he stared at her.

She was practically falling apart and if he didn’t give it to her now she might die. His hands finally grabbed her thighs, spreading them apart so he could have full access. He looked down to see that her panties were soaked and he laughed, “You hate me so much that it turns you on, doesn’t it?” He says and yanks them down her legs. She gasped as the cool air hit her pussy.

She had never been this wet in her life. He leaned down and blew on her causing her to shiver. “You do have a nice pussy.” He says and runs a finger up her clit. She bit back a whine, not wanting to seem desperate but unfortunately she already was. “Don’t hide those sweet noises for me now. Let the man you hate know that he can take care of you.” He whispered in her ear before gently biting it. His finger made full contact with her clit and started rubbing.

He was teasing her with his slow pace but he would call her ungrateful if she was to complain. Her mouth was open and the dirty sounds were spilling from it. Though Logan knew how sensitive the clit was, “I’m barely giving you anything and you fall apart from a little rub? Pathetic, truly.” He said. She wanted to hit him but was too far lost in pleasure to do that.

His other hand moved to cup one of her breasts and massage it. She gasped his name not caring about how that would boost his ego. “Just 2 hours ago you were screaming about how much you hate me and how I should go back to my universe. Now look at ya, begging to be fucked.” He said and started rubbing her clit faster. It was embarrassing how close she was to cumming. He could tell by the pulse of her clit and her whines that she was close.

“Admit to me right now that you don’t hate me and that I’m making you feel good or you don’t get to cum right now.” He says and even though she wants it bad, “I do hate you. I can hate you and want to fuck you at the same time.” She manages out. He stops rubbing her clit and lets go of her nipple. “Is that so?” He asked and she looked up at him with a glare. He took off his pants and boxers as she stared at how big he is. “I’ve been with bigger. There was no need to prepare me.” He smiled at that. “I highly doubt that bub and I wasn’t preparing ya, I was teasing ya.” He lines himself up with her dripping wet entrance. “You just can’t admit that you want my cock even though within a few seconds you’ll be screaming for it.”

[stevie-petey]

hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺

EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!

for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy

enjoy !

"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.

"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.

steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."

"its dark, you cant even see me."

"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.

all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.

you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.

it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.

then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.

steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.

but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.

you took a shot to try and forget it.

one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.

steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.

his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.

"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.

he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"

"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."

"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."

to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.

youre playing with fire.

someone will get burned in the end.

but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.

[knybits]

THE HATING GAME — 8

PAIRING —

↳ kochou shinobu x reader

SUMMARY —

↳ Geniuses within the same field yet rivals within each other’s eyes, your colleagues wonder when the sexual tension will break so that you two will become the department’s powerhouse couple so that they can enter you two into the couples contest against the other departments. Some things might have to be done by force.

WARNINGS —

↳ THIS IS ALL LEMON!!! SPICE UP THE WALLS!!! I'm not kidding guys this is just pure filth, every word of it.

[Navigation]

The face Shinobu makes when she cums is a sight to behold. 

You can vaguely remember it from last time, though you were pretty drunk the two times you sent her over the edge. It’s more like you remember the sound of her though. How could you forget the way her pretty mouth babbled incoherently, trying to string together a sentence with words other than your name, ‘please,’ or ‘fuck.’ 

You’re determined to see it and engrave it into your mind now, especially since you’re making sure she answers three questions. 

You’re still seated on the chair when you grab her by the waist, pulling her on top of you. Her nipples have perked up underneath her silk pajamas, and you rub a thumb over one. She shivers at your touch, and you can see that she’s a little irritated at how slow you’re going. 

You’re so happy that it’s a nightgown that ends right at her thighs. You’re even happier with yourself for not pulling a pair of underwear onto her last night, since that’s the way Shinobu likes to sleep at night. Ever the vixen. 

While your right hand goes up underneath to circle her right nipple, pinching and squeezing and flicking, your left thumb circles her clit. 

“Is this what you wanted?” You ask Shinobu, her pussy growing even more wet. You take two fingers and slide them across her cunt, and she takes a sharp breath in. 

“Yes,” she whispers, and you stop all movement. 

“Yes, professor,” you chide, and instantly you feel her drip onto your pants. 

She looks down at you, breathing heavily, but she keeps her mouth shut. Her face is red with embarrassment and you laugh to yourself. 

“What’s wrong? I see you worship every professor that walks into the lecture hall. Can’t do it for me?” 

She shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands, and you click your tongue in disappointment. 

“Shame. I’ll fix that.” 

You wrap an arm around her waist, lifting small frame into the air as you stand before turning and dropping her onto the couch instead. Then, once you’re on your knees, you duck your head under her nightgown and find her clit in an instant. Shinobu whines- yes, whines- aloud, grasping your shoulders for stability as her head lolls back. 

You’re lapping and sucking with desperation, tongue swirling around her clit as you find a rhythm. Her thighs squeeze your head and you can feel them shake a little before pulling back. 

Shinobu looks down at you with half lidded eyes, and you can see how frustrated she is that you’ve stopped. 

“The point is to make me cum, asshole,” she bites and you smile. 

“We have all day, relax. Such a brat,” you shake your head and Shinobu screams quietly in frustration. She runs a hand through your hair before tugging lightly and you chuckle. 

“That’s not going to work on me. But something else might.” 

Shinobu wants to smack the shit eating grin off your face right now, but her legs feel like jelly and she was so so close just a second ago and she wants you to talk to her. 

So she swallows her pride, bites her lip, then shakily says, “Please make me cum professor.” 

“Such a good girl,” you hum, then dive back in. This time you take your left hand and push one of her thighs up to get better access, hand clenching around the soft fat of her thighs. She yelps at the movement but switches to a moan once you get back to work, and she can’t deny how good you are with your tongue. 

With your other hand massaging her tit and your tongue sucking just the right way, it takes Shinobu 5 seconds flat before her thigh shakes in your hand and she screams your name. You grip her thigh a little tighter to keep her from moving as she writhes around a little, and you can tell that she likes it by the way she moans your name louder, slipping in a, “Shit!” at the end. 

Making sure to watch her face, you draw her orgasm out as long as you can, working her clit at the same pace and continuing to flick her sensitive nipple. And even when she slowly starts to relax from her high, you continue to diligently work. 

She gives a lazy hum when she’s done, tugging your hair a bit, but you give her tit a harsh squeeze to stop her. 

Shinobu’s face blossoms a deep red when you move from her clit to her cunt, lapping up the wetness that came from her first orgasm. Your tongue trails down even further, and you keep licking her clean, savoring her taste as you lick her thighs too. 

“You can stop now,” she chastises, and you shrug. 

“Just being thorough.” 

“I can’t believe you slack off on everything but sex,” Shinobu rolls her eyes before continuing. “Alright, what’s your first question?” 

You grin, “How far am I allowed to go?” 

She deadpans, “I can’t believe you wasted a question.” 

“Alright fine. I’ll make you cum four times then.” 

Shinobu can’t tell if you’re being serious or not, but she pales nonetheless. She knows for a fact that her body can’t handle cumming four times, but the look in your eyes says that you’re willing to rip it out of her no matter what. 

You thrum your finger on her thigh, patiently waiting for her to answer your question. When she realizes that this is 100% your question, she sighs and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Our safe word is bunsen,” she says, and your brain ignites with possibilities. 

Shinobu yelps in surprise, quickly turning to anger as she’s hoisted over your shoulder with minimal difficulty.  

“Put me down!” She cries and you laugh. “Good girls don’t give orders. They take them,” you sing to her and she lets out a small scream of frustration. 

“I swear to god I’ll- ah!” Shinobu moans in an instant when your finger finds a way into her pussy, already sopping wet again. You keep her there, body over your shoulder and her ass near your face. Your finger runs up and down her walls and she’s docile in a second, her mind running with pleasure. 

She’s aggressive again when you throw her onto her bed, but is smart enough to keep her mouth shut. She’s rubbing her thighs together, missing the digit that was just inside her, and you smile with glee. 

“Was one not enough?” You tease. Shinobu adverts her eyes, biting her lip as a war wages on inside her. Then, she mumbles under her breath, and you lean forward. 

“Sorry princess, I didn’t hear you.” 

“Please… Please fuck me… professor- fuck!” 

You plunge two fingers inside her small cunt this time, giving her no time to breathe as you curl your fingers vigorously. Shinobu’s grabbing onto your shoulders, her back arched as she chants your name like a mantra. Over and over again, all you hear is your name in her moans, and only your name. 

Shinobu is all yours, begging here for your fingers and your mouth. Your own little slut to praise and worship. Her body is a temple and it is your own to grovel at. 

And she can tell, too. 

Just the way your eyes search her own to make sure she’s completely at bliss. The way you use your other hand to gently wipe the bit of drool that slips from the corner of her mouth. The way you obey her commands of “Deeper, faster!” and still call her a, “Good girl,” just for taking it all. 

Purple is Shinobu’s favorite color, and you make sure to paint her neck with it. You suck and bite her collarbone, watching the bruises erupt before suckling at another spot again. And when she moans particularly loud, you make sure to spend extra time sucking before soothing the bruise with your tongue. 

You watch her face again, the way her eyes roll back and mouth hangs open, her walls spasming against your fingers the second your thumb swirled her clit. The high pitched screams of “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” coming out of her mouth as Shinobu Kochou cums for the second time today. 

Your fingers, though cramping slightly, continue to curl as she slowly comes down from her high. You make sure to grab every ounce of pleasure from her so that she won’t ever forget what it feels like to be fucked right again. Maybe it’s your mission to ruin sex with other people for her forever, who knows. 

Shinobu tugs your hair again and you nod your head. Then she watches with wide eyes as you drag your fingers out of her pussy, the two digits gleaming with her slick, then pop your fingers into your mouth. She breathes heavily, watching your tongue swirl and giving her a good view of what you had done to her the first round, her body turned on again. 

Maybe she can hit a fourth orgasm. 

“What’s your second question,” she grumbles, turning her head to calm herself down. 

“Did you know it was me? That night in the club?” 

Shinobu tenses but she doesn’t say anything. She folds her arms across her bare chest, and you have to restrain your hands from grabbing her tits again as they push up at the movement. 

“...Yes, I knew it was you,” Shinobu mumbles. You open your mouth again but she cuts you off with a glare, “I answered the question.” 

“Fine, but I won’t be nice about this one,” you glare back. Shinobu’s own infamous glare would make any other person shrivel up and die, but you’ve held your own this far so you don’t back down. Besides, you meant your words as a promise. 

Shinobu almost puts up a fight against you when you take her hips and flip her over. Her protests are muffled when you push her face down into the silk pillows, then position her hips into the air. 

“What are you-” Shinobu pales when you reach for her nightstand and open the bottom drawer. She doesn’t know how you know about it, maybe she gave you a small tour of the drawer last time, but the drawer is proof in and of itself that Shinobu is not the perfect princess everyone claims she is. 

It’s proof that she’s a dirty little whore. 

“Remember,” you pick up the first toy, clicking it on and watching it vibrate to life. “The safe word is ‘bunsen’.” 

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WHEW ok so this isn't the last chapter like i said it would be. i got carried away and wrote too much so i had to split this into two. i also did NOT edit this so sorry if it's kinda all over the place.

however, next chapter IS the last chapter. half filth then half closing remarks lol.

it's also MAINLY pleasuring shinobu because this is still technically a gender neutral reader fic, so i did my best and had to regroup and make sure i stayed true to that. yes i DID make you the top but only bc shinobu tops in literally every day to day situation, just not here hehe

[starksinner]

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Summary: You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay.

Pairing: Trevor Philips x AFAB!Reader, Franklin Clinton x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Possessiveness, Fuckbuddies, Unhealthy Relationship, Average GTA Stuff

November 16th, 2017.

It was easy to regret not catching a ride back to Los Santos with Franklin in his sexy white Bravado Buffalo S. 

Regret is easy, regret you know. Regret can grow and grow it does as you make eye contact with the hillbilly jacking off next to the icebox in front of the Yellow Jack Inn. 

After a couple of days gallivanting around the desert shit-pile that was Sandy Shores, Franklin deemed that your weed-fuelled, fuck-filled adventures had reached a necessary end.

Despite his intriguing offers of more shenanigans and freaky sex once you both got back home, you weren’t all that keen on leaving the town of meth production and Republican rednecks just yet. 

“M’gonna go see him,” you sighed, resting your head back against the stained motel pillow. 

Moments before, as Franklin had fucked you raw into the cheap motel mattress, you were met with the smell of blood and piss and cum as your face was shoved into the shitty cushion.

Despite the abysmal scent, the man was taking you so good and so fuckin’ hard, you couldn’t force yourself to care. 

Now though, as you laid sated in your post-climax glow of sweat and semen, the smell against your cheek served as an unignorable reminder of your still bleeding heart. 

That man, that asshole, that meth-head-Trevor-Philips-piece-of-fucking-shit—goddamnit.

You still hopelessly, stupidly, selfishly loved him. The fucked kind of love.

Always caked in blood, smelling like piss after running off to get high and grinning like an evil bitch as he came all over your chin and tits. The smell of the Derelict Motel—the sheets, the pillow, the musty air—was all just a nauseating reminder of how much you missed him. 

Your therapist was gonna kill you. 

“You know that ain’t a good idea,” Franklin murmured, running his thumb over the plushness of your bottom lip.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but shiver at the way he looked at you, his gaze so soft and so full of adoration. 

He made you feel like you weren't just a burning shitpile of flesh, bones, and substance abuse issues.

Frank is a good friend, a great man, a nice fuck. He was always there to bring you back down to Earth. He was so easy to love and you sure as shit loved him a whole lot. Beautiful fuckin’ man. “He ain’t right in the head about you.”

“We both know he ain’t right the head about nothin’,” you argued, leaning your body over his. Beautiful man.

“And he’s a big boy. He can take it. Whatever I wanna throw at him.” Your legs quickly became tangled, Frank’s hands resting over your hips as you smiled and played with his chest hair. “He can fuck all the people he wants, but I can’t touch or look or fuckin' breathe around anyone but him? He’s a fuckin’ ass.”

“He fell for you, girl. T’s always been crazy an’ possessive, his shit ain’t nothin’ new.” Franklin snuggled your body closer to his, sighing softly as he pressed his face into the warm crevice of your neck. 

He couldn’t control himself, not when he had you like this. You were so hot and so sweet and just so fucking delicious. 

Shit. 

His lips lingered over the sensitive spot at the base of your throat, his tongue reaching out to tease a fading bruise. He did that. He made that. He marked you. 

Fuck.

He groaned as you gave him easier access by raising your chin, letting him worship you like the real fuckin’ princess he always thought you were.

“He was fuckin’ paranoid and possessive in all the worst fuckin’ ways, Frank. I fuckin’ hate him for how he acted when I said I was leavin’ but I still...miss him.” You hummed softly as you felt Franklin’s lips suck right over your pulse point, his teeth just brushing over your delicate skin.

You held down the urge to beg him to bite you.

“Yeah, you miss him, but ain’t nothin’ gonna be solved if you both end up killin’ each other...or fuckin’ each other,” Frank breathed roughly against the shell of your ear as his hand wandered across your stomach and down to your aching clit. 

He immediately preened at your wetness and teased the bundle of nerves with soft, circular motions. You gasped as you felt his cock harden and twitch against your thigh, begging for your pretty fucking attention.

He grinned and quickly shoved a finger into your cunt, making you moan and writhe oh so beautifully against him. “Jus’ come back home with me, baby…”

You could barely solidify your thoughts, whimpering like you were.

His motions were so smooth and perfect and rhythmic. Frank was good at a lot of things, but you considered his talent of fucking you mindless as one of his top three.

You immediately felt your wetness start to leak down your thighs. “If he still isn’t over it...I’ll fuck off, hitch a ride, meet you back at your place…yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he gripped your throat just how you like and shoved another finger into you, leaving you mewling and squirming in his grasp. You reached for him, hard and thick in your palm, and squeezed. 

The best girl.

If you were parting ways, Franklin was gonna have you one last time. He understood Trevor’s possessiveness. You were great company, a great fuck, a great woman.

Addicting, hell blazing, heavenly—you were everything. So fuck yeah, he was gonna have you as many times as he possibly could. “Lemme take care of you, babygirl, then you’ll be all good to go.”

The Yellow Jack Inn has never been known for its posh customers or regular demonstrations of human decency, but a man jacking it in front of such a fine all-American establishment is still a sight you couldn’t have properly braced yourself for.

As the ash of your blunt falls to the dirt, your eyes stay transfixed on the man by the icebox as he lets out a disturbing howl and drops to the ground.

His pants are stained, his dick disgusting and soft. He lets out a series of groans as he turns to lie flat on his stomach, his cock scraping against the sand.  

Jesus H. Christ. What a charmer. 

You manage to twist away from the scene in repugnance and perhaps a more sinister part of you in mild delight, settling yourself in the alley next to the bar.

You restlessly attempt to calm yourself against the brick, picking at its shoddy green paint job before you begin rolling another blunt. 

You’re stalling. Like a little bitch. It's embarrassing how much a man can turn you into such a conniving fickle coward. Perhaps not just any man. Your paranoid fuckin’ shitshow of a somewhat ex-lover. 

Embarrassing. Unbecoming. Completely mindfucked. 

You know Trevor’s inside. He’s an enigma, a loud, idiot one at that. Over the noise of clanked bottles and shitty laughter, you can hear him.

Stupid, how much of him you can hear. And see. And smell. And understand. In everything and anywhere and with anyone. He never leaves you even when he’s left you. He never leaves you even when you've left him. He’s a parasite that you’ve coddled, and cared for, and loved and fucked. 

The timber of his voice warms you in a special, fucked up kind of way. It’s familiar and it’s settling and it kills you to know that he’s spent fourteen months ridding you of it. Of him. His clinical insanity has rubbed off on you beautifully. You left and you horribly wish he would’ve forced you to stay. 

God.

Would he kill you? Kiss you? Fuck you? You’re still stalling.

Maybe all three?

Being the oil to a homicidal cannibal’s match, you could never really know what the fuck you were gonna get. You anticipate an explosion, but you’re clueless to its degree. 

You pocket your blunt, walk over the man with his dick in the sand, and open the door to the biggest health hazard in California. 

Chapter 2

a/n: found this oldie from 2021 that i was in the mood to refresh & post! i haven't written in literal years, be nice to me! also, happy ten years to this stupid fucking game. i love u. i feel old (i'm not) and i'm tired (constantly) and i hope you enjoyed (lie to me if you didn't) :3

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[adaptacy]

You mind writing a little Johnny Slaughter thing where the reader is southern, too? Not from Texas, but maybe from a whole nother state like Louisiana or Mississippi. Like, *really* southern- thick drawl, sassy attitude n everything. If it's not too much to ask, could the reader first start out as a victim? But the thing is, they're not really one to mess with. They're witty, quick, and honestly a bit of an asshole. They're worried about themselves- going as far as to sacrifice the other survivors to ensure their own survival. Maybe even off one themselves, quickly realizing that they like killing just as much as the rest of the family. Love ur work! (Also, have you heard about the new Nancy leaks? I'm so excited to see her, you have no idea.)

OMG OFC WAIT THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!!

i love requests ongogngrij

also YES!! I love her so much!! i saw someone (i think it was creepling's post) about what Nancy would think about johnny getting a soft spot for someone and oh god the brain juice started flowing with that. i think her and johnny will def be my mains bcs ive been dying for another female family member that isnt sissy (no hate to sissy, but i tried her and she just wasnt as fun as johnny)

anyways anyways anyways, here you go! this is gonna be fluff, but if you want an nsfw part lmk and i can make that work ;) <333 hope you enjoy!!

this is gonna be kinda cheesy and cute aside from the death (whoops) but if i do an nsfw it'll be more serious. i just thought this would be a good opportunity to write a jaw-dropped johnny who's like "oh shit i think im in love"

"The hell you wantin' now?!" You snarled, cracking your neck as you squared off with a man nearly twice your size. He was used to this kind of fighting back, but there was something about your volume, your genuine anger that was new to him. It was intriguing. He almost wanted to study your brain before he ate it.

"All that, and you still got caught, sweetpea. Ain't that quite the case of karma?" Johnny chuckled, casually spinning his blade in his hand. Beneath his feet was a brunette boy, far too bloodied to be anywhere near alive. You didn't know him, didn't care about him, and you were far more concerned with your own well-being than the safety of some stranger.

"Don't tell me yer gettin' cocky now, pretty boy?" You laughed. You'd wrestled unruly gators twice his size, you could manage this egotistical megalomaniac. Hell, you didn't win a championship in bull-riding for sweet talking it.

"Ain't you a little too pretty to be talkin' so much?" Johnny pouted, sulking closer with his head tilted.

"Ain't you a little too muscular to be flirtin' with yer food?" You rolled your eyes, gripping the kitchen knife tighter in your hand. He'd been so preoccupied with the random teenagers to keep an eye on you, exactly as you'd planned. While they were playing duck duck goose in the rickety basement, you'd been granted easy access to the family house. And with it, the kitchen. And with that, the knives.

Your knife was much larger than his, and it made up for the size difference between your bodies. You knew for a fact he was underestimating you, most people did. They thought you were all bark and no bite, but your bark was only really half your bite.

"I've made pie with apples mer fearsome than you," you teased. The man furrowed his eyebrows, seeming a little stung by your remark.

"The hell you from, anyways?" He shook his head, still not letting his guard down, but he seemed to be a little less on the offense.

"Louisiana, born 'n raised. Ain't you able to tell? Or you too dumb for that?"

"Drop the damn knife," Johnny demanded, and you couldn't help but laugh. Literally laugh. Not just giggle, not just chuckle, not just scoff- full-on laugh at his attempt.

"Or what? You gon' stab me with that there lil butterfly blade?" You mused, waving a hand in the air. "I'd like to see you try," you added, your tone a little lower.

Johnny opened his mouth to reply, but there was a voice from behind him, instead. "You-- You killed them! You killed all of them!" A female yelled, sounding hurt and angry. Both of you paused your bickering to turn towards an angry girl, a small pointy bone in her hand. "You killed my sister!"

Johnny scoffed, looking the girl up and down. You eased up as well, watching the interaction. "Ain't you see we was talkin'? Could'a waited your darn turn, missy," you grumbled, finding the interruption rather rude. The girl turned to you, her eyes wide.

"You-- You're that bitch at the bar! You gave my friend a concussion!" She accused, and you scoffed.

"Now, I would neva-- Oh, oh, she's yer friend? Well ain't that right rich! Small world, ain't it?" You laughed, reminiscing on the bar fight you'd gotten into after some city boy claimed he could take more rye whiskey than you. You were practically raised- hell, made out of whiskey. You had to show him up, obviously. It wasn't your fault his little girlfriend couldn't handle him losing.

It seemed as if the girl couldn't choose between who to attack, but when she finally did make up her mind, you found yourself in the hot seat. You assumed it was because she was more confident taking down you than she was taking down the man, but it was merely another case of underestimation. She swung the bone shiv towards you, and although Johnny stepped forward to do something, you had it handled.

You were the last woman who needed a man to rescue her. 'Specially against a pipsqueak like this chick was. As she rushed forward, you drove the kitchen knife directly into the girls gut. You weren't sure what possessed her to make such a foolish move as to charge at a woman with a knife, but it made for an easy means of defense. The brunette gurgled as blood splattered onto your mouth, hitting your cheek as she fell over your arm, eventually collapsing.

You twisted the knife out of the girls gut, reaching up and wiping the blood off of your cheek-- or, trying to, anyways, but you only really managed to smear it on your face. You scoffed in irritation, wiping the blood off on your shirt, and doing the same with the knife. After all, you didn't want to risk damaging the blade from the blood. It seemed like a good quality vegetable slicer.

With a simple clearing of your throat, you shook the girl off of your leg, looking back at your opponent. He was frozen in place, his eyebrows furrowed and his face contorted in a mix of confusion and disgust. "Now, where was we at? Them city girls just ain't got no manners. Momma neva raised 'em right," you complained, giving the kitchen knife a once-over before looking back at Johnny.

He blinked, remaining silent.

"You still home, or you gone out to get groceries?" You frowned, confused as to why he wasn't responding. You snapped your fingers and swung your weight onto one leg, placing your free hand on your hip. "Mister muscles? You missin' yer brain?"

"Who are you?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I was merely defendin' myself. Ain't nuthin' special 'bout it. Now, where's we at? You still wanna go, pretty boy?"

Johnny licked his lips, pulling his head back. He tucked his knife into his pocket, and a small smile spread over his face. "You wanna go out sometime?"

"Kidnappin' and threatenin' a woman ain't no way to get 'em in yer bed," you scolded, tilting your head. "I know yer mama's taught you better'n that. Ain't she?"

"You like rye whiskey?"

You smirked. "That's more like it. Count me in."

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Not for the first time, Kim wishes he had been born an only child. 

“Wik is too well known,” Kinn had said, logical as always. “It’ll raise too many questions if he suddenly disappears.” 

“And it’s your fault!” adds Tankhun with an imperious huff. “If those thugs hadn’t thought he was you, they wouldn’t have taken him!” 

“I wouldn’t have been taken,” Kim says, because he’s an asshole, and he really, really hates his brother. All of them, really, but especially Wik. “Maybe if Wik wasn’t so—”

“Kimhan.” Their father, this time. “Had you completed your mission, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Consider this your penance. You will act in your brother's place to ensure he is not missed, while we attempt to find him, before he’s killed.” Because of my mistake, Kim thinks.,

And that’s the end of it, really. Kim may hate his brother the way you can only hate yourself, but that doesn’t mean Kim wants him to suffer for his mistakes. 

And now he’s here, strutting into Anantremeka university with a guitar across his back that he barely remembers how to play, and way too many eyes on him. 

Kim tells himself it’s going to be fine. He only has to go to class for a few hours. This isn’t the first time he’s impersonated his twin. It’s been years, sure, but he slips into character… not easily, but with a kind of familiarity that makes it feel like ease. 

Only a few hours. 

He can do this. 

***

“P’Wik! PWik!” 

Kim’s face hurts from smiling. Still, he turns around to face the boy shouting his name, and once again engages a practiced, disarming smile. He knows he looks sweet, harmless, and endlessly patient for the thousandth person to come running up to him today. 

“Hello,” he greets warmly. The boy comes to a crashing stop before him. His hair is messy and wild around his face—cheeks flushed, of course, embarrassed and exerted—and he’s carrying a guitar. Kim gave up on his own half-way throughout the day; he didn’t seem to need it, and he certainly wasn’t going to play it otherwise, so he’d abandoned the prop to his car during lunch. 

“P’Wik,” the boy gasps. “Are you okay?”

What? 

“You missed our session, and when I tried to call, you didn’t answer—” the boy twists his hands in his sleeves. Offers a sheepish smile, shyly meeting his eyes. “I—uh—I got worried? It’s okay if you were busy! I know stuff comes up, I was just…” he finishes lamely, shrugging, his smile never once wavering in the face of Kim’s stunned silence. 

What, exactly, is the kind of session he apparently missed? Since when does Wik willingly spend one-on-one time with his fans? 

What the fuck is going on? 

“I’m sorry,” Kim says, when he realizes the silence has stretched too far, and the boy is starting to look the wrong kind of nervous. “I did. Have something come up. I would have called, but I broke my phone—I don’t have your number.”

The lie comes easily. The boy relaxes, his entire body going soft in a way that makes the predator in Kim want to bite, and he makes some confusing gestures that Kim doesn’t try to follow. 

“Oh! That’s okay. As long as you’re okay, I mean, if everything is okay.”

My brother is probably being tortured because he was too incompetent to keep himself from getting kidnapped, and it’s my fault because I failed to kill the people that did it, but otherwise…

“It is.” 

“Okay. Good. Cool.” 

The boy—Kim really needs to find out his name, if this is someone his brother knows, and therefore Kim will be expected to spend time with—fiddles again with his sleeve. Kim slips his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to the boy. 

“Give me your number?”

“Sure!” The boy takes it, eagerly typing in his contact information. Kim eyes the name when he passes it back—Porchay—and fires off a quick text so that Porchay will have his number, too. He doesn’t like it, doesn’t want this boy having access to him like that, but it’s the kind of thing Wik would do. That a normal person would do, exchanging this information like it was nothing. “Do you—I mean, we don’t have to reschedule if you’re busy—”

“I’m not. Anymore.”

“O-oh. Great! That’s great. When do you…?”

Kim mentally reviews the schedule he memorized last night. He has classes until this evening. He was going to spend the remaining hours of the day digging into his brother’s disappearance, even though Kinn assured him it was being handled by their own staff. 

He could just… skip his afternoon class. It would serve his brother right, tarnishing his perfect reputation just a little bit. Tankhun would never forgive him, though. 

“This evening,” Kim sighs. “Five o’clock?” 

“That works! Do you want to meet in the studio again?”

“Yes.” Kim will need to find out which studio, exactly, they’ve been using. His brother has access to several. 

“Okay. I’ll see you, then! Thank you, P’Wik!” 

Then just as quickly as Porchay collided with Kim, he’s bouncing away again, and Kim finally registers he isn’t wearing the university uniform. Instead he was dressed in a light blue shirt with BOC International emblazoned on the chest. Kim waits until he’s out of sight to google the emblem; it’s a high school. 

What are you doing, Wik? 

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

PART 2

A/N: SURPRISE! I know I said ABR pt4 was coming first, but that fic is literally so long. Plus, it seems like there were a few more people asking about this one specifically. So I decided to give it to y’all first!

DISCLAIMER: Hate/angry sex is great and there’s nothing wrong with it, just be safe and take care of yourselves, your partner and that your partner is also taking care of you <3

WARNINGS: This contains major 18+ content! Minors please DNI! Enemies to Lovers, More angry!Jake, degradation, praise (eventually), spanking (ft: Jake’s guitar strap), spitting, ice play, cockwarming, lots of teasing, bondage, edging edging edging, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex.

Masterlist

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“You’re not going anywhere yet.” Jake spoke, smoothing his hands along your thighs.

“Jake, the party-“

“I’m offering to keep fucking you and you’re worried about the party?” Jake scoffed. It wasn’t harsh or biting necessarily, but it was obvious he had no desire to go back.

Jake flipped you over so that he was on top, nudging your head to the side with his own, giving himself better access to the warm skin of your neck.

“Okay… two options, Y/N…” Jake began, trailing kisses up to your ear. “You can stay here and let me keep ruining you, or… We can go back out there and I’ll just tease you until you’re begging me to bring you back in here.”

You let out a shaky breath; something about his second option really just turned you on even more. Picking the second option would definitely annoy him and any chance to do that, you were going to take.

“You’re taking an awfully long time to decide…” Jake pointed. “I wouldn’t pick that second option if I were you.”

“Then why did you give it to me?” You countered with a raised eyebrow.

Jake rolled his eyes. “Because I was hoping you were done being purposely annoying and would just choose to stay here.”

“Well, I would have…” you smirked, lightly pushing him off you. “But since you gave me the choice, we’re going back to the party.”

“God, you’re fucking annoying.” Jake let out an agitated groan.

He laid back against his headboard, watching you intently as you walked around his room and gathered all of your clothes.

~

After you and Jake were redressed and looked at least somewhat like the two of you didn’t just fuck like animals - Jake opened the door to his bedroom, motioning for you to go out first.

“How sweet of you, Jakey.” You cooed and he rolled his eyes, closing the door behind him. “Did you fuck all that hate out of your system?”

“Most of it,” Jake grabbed your arm, stopping you dead in your tracks. With a quick glance down each end of the hallway, Jake shoved you up against the wall. “I think there might still be a little bit left, though.”

Jake’s lips ghosted over yours, already teasing you and the two of you hadn’t even made it two steps down the hallway.

“Mmm, well that’s really pretty.” Jake pulled back, eyes fixed on your neck.

“What is…?” You questioned hesitantly.

Jake’s finger traced over the dark hickey he’d created, just to the right of your throat. “This little mark I left for everyone to see.”

“Jake!” You whined, swatting his hand away. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”

“Good,” Jake shrugged, backing away from you with a wicked grin. You stepped out from the wall and his hand rested on the small of your back. “I’m never gonna hear the end of you beating me at beer pong tonight, so now we’re even.”

“Asshole.” You muttered only half meaning it for once in all the time you’d known each other.

Jake balled his fist around your shirt, yanking you backwards. “What was that?”

“I called you an asshole,” you kept your eyes on the end of the hallway, as he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“I’d watch it if I were you.”

You smirked to yourself, humming in half acknowledgement to the warning tone of his voice.

Jake let go of your shirt, lightly pushing you forward. “Just go, little girl.”

The new little pet name had you momentarily rethinking your entire plan, feeling a fresh rush of heat go straight to your core. But in light of your own ideas on tormenting Jake for at least a little while, you did your best to just ignore it.

No sooner than the two of you made it to the end of the hallway, Josh’s eyes landed on you and widened. Sam looked at him in confusion, following Josh’s eyes until they landed on you and Jake.

“Hah! Well! Nice to see you’re both ALIVE,” Josh rolled his eyes halfheartedly.

“Come on, Josh,” Sam grinned drunkenly, throwing his arm over Josh’s shoulder. “You know what they were really doing.”

Your cheeks flushed at Sam’s comment and you could almost feel Jake’s energy shift from beside you.

“There’s no way you two actually-“

You pointed a single finger at your neck, shutting Josh up midway through his sentence.

“Ooh, now that’s a real good one, Jakey-“ Sam slurred through giggles, before being drunkenly pulled towards the group of people dancing, by a random girl.

Josh’s lips tugged upwards at the corners, his eyes abandoning you to look over to Jake.

”So that’s how you handle being a sore loser..” he snickered lowly.

“Oh, fuck off.” Jake grumbled, rolling his eyes for the thousandth time and walking off without another word.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother you. Just because you fucked and were on better terms than you ever had been, it didn’t really mean much to you yet. There was still part of you that felt some type of way about Jake. The other part of you filled to the brim with feelings that you still weren’t willing to admit.

And Jake felt exactly the same.

“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that…” Josh watched Jake walk off, disappearing into the small, but tight crowd of people that filled their living room and dining room.

“He’s probably just going to get a drink,” you shrugged casually. In reality you were thinking that Jake had gone back to his room. That’s where he wanted to stay anyway.

Not giving Josh much time to reply, you came up with a way to excuse yourself before he could ask any questions. “Okay well, I’m gonna go find Danny.”

“Okay, good luck!” Josh turned back to the small group he had been talking to before you and Jake had unintentionally pulled him away.

You weaved your way through all the people that had seemed to crowd around even more since you had come back, until you finally reached the hallway to Jake’s room with an exhausted huff.

What you didn’t know yet, was that Jake was still at the party; tucked away in the kitchen getting himself a glass of ice for his Whiskey.

“Sorry, about that little comment.” Josh nudged Jake’s arm lightly and Jake sighed.

“It’s fine. I just really didn’t wanna come back to the party. I’m just frustrated.” Jake explained as calmly as he could, somewhat spaced out.

He was mentally in a different space, plotting exactly how he could tease you to your breaking point. After all, all he really wanted was to be back in his room with you. Ruining you in ways that would have you screaming for possibly the whole house to hear.

But thanks to his lack of communication, you were already well on your way back to where he wanted you… Just without him.

You gently pushed open the door to Jake’s room, holding your breath in anticipation in hopes that he wouldn’t be mad.

“Jake…?”

You were met with silence from inside the room.

Pushing the door open the rest of the way, you glanced around the room with no signs of Jake at all.

“What the fuck,” you mumbled aloud to yourself.

You walked through the room, checking his bathroom to see if maybe that’s where he was.

But, Jake wasn’t to be found there either, leaving you to figure that he was still out somewhere in the sea of people.

Sighing in slight frustration, you made your way towards Jake’s bedroom door, dreading the struggle of trying to find him amongst all the people.

Upon one last glance around the room, your brain sparked a devilish idea.

‘Why go back out there and hunt down Jake, when I could just stay here and wait for him to find me?’

You knew it was a terrible idea; quite possibly digging your own grave, but it would undoubtably rile Jake up on a whole new level.

It sounded much too entertaining to pass up, despite the risks that came with it.

So, you settled into his bed, getting as comfortable as you could. You definitely didn’t feel like you would be waiting for too long, though. Hopefully.

Meanwhile, Jake was still in the kitchen going back and forth with Josh and now Sam, as well.

“-Listen I’m not in the mood to start a whole fucking story time and frankly, neither of you need to know anyway.” Jake shot at his brothers, agitated at the fact that Josh wouldn’t tell him where you ran off to.

“Just please, tell me where Y/N went? Please?” Jake caved, full on begging.

“Alright, alright-“ Josh threw his hands up in defeat. “She said she was going to find Danny.”

Jake sighed, eyes scanning through the people in the kitchen, making his way back to the living room when he hadn’t seen around Danny.

“Have any of you seen Danny, by chance?” Jake politely asked a group of people that he didn’t hardly know.

“Last I saw him, he was passed out in the hammock on your back porch…”

“Mm, that’s great.” Jake muttered barely loud enough for any of them to hear. He forced a smile on his face as he spoke a quick, “Thank you.”

Just to be sure, he made his way out to the back door, flinging the back door open and immediately seeing Danny.

And sure enough, he was knocked out in the hammock.

“For fucks sake,” he groaned, sounding almost whiny.

At this point, Jake was sure you had gone home without saying anything to anyone… Either that, or you were just lost in a group of people somewhere.

It never dawned on him that you were tucked away in his room, not so patiently waiting on him.

“Come on, Jacob…” you whispered, hitting your head back against the headboard of his bed.

You really hadn’t been waiting long, but your phone had become more and more boring, the more excited you got.

Jake would surely be returning any time now, either catching on to your little game, or figuring that you just went home.

The latter seemed like the most likely inference that Jake would come to.

Scanning over the room in search of something to occupy you better, your eyes landed on Jake’s acoustic guitar in the corner of the room.

You couldn’t play like Jake could, but you had your skills with it. Enough to play in front of a small crowd and be pretty confident with it. And you were certainly good enough to sit and play, simply just to pass some time.

Getting up from the bed, you made your way over to the stand securely cradling Jake’s guitar. You picked it up and sat down on the floor with it, softly picking away at the first song that had come to your mind.

Jake did one last pass through the living room, dining room and kitchen, grabbing a fresh -not half melted- , glass of ice and his whiskey, still having no luck spotting you.

Feeling incredibly irritated and upset, He decided just to give up on searching and head back to his room.

“Did you find Y/N?” Josh questioned, looking a little more sober than he did earlier.

“No.” was all Jake said, not even bothering to stop.

As he made his way closer to his room, the soft sounds of your singing and what he could only guess as his guitar started to grace his ears. He walked a little faster, wondering if his ears were just deceiving him somehow.

Jake reached the door, being overtaken by a sweet, warm feeling and anger all at once. As sweet as it was to know you were just sitting in his room, playing his guitar and singing, that was also exactly what pissed him off more.

That’s where you had been all that time that he was looking for you, thinking you had gone home.

Clenching the glass and bottle in his hands, Jake kicked the door the rest of the way open. “Well, isn’t this just a fucking site?”

It only took you a second to recover from being startled, a wicked smile spreading over your face. “Glad to finally see you figured out where I was, Jakey.”

“‘Figure out’?!” Jake all but yelled, quickly walking over to his nightstand to sit his glass and bottle down, before he could crush them in his hands.

“I didn’t figure out shit! After I wondered around looking for you like a lost puppy for an hour, I just FIGURED you went home!”

“Awe, a lost puppy?” You cooed teasingly, watching his face turn unbelievably red as he made his way over to you.

“I want you to shut your fucking mouth.” Jake pointed his finger down at you. “Get up.”

You stood up slowly, earning yourself an impatient look from Jake.

“You make it so hard not to punish you when you act like a little brat. What if all I want to do is be sweet to you, kitten…?” Jake pulled you over to the bed and turned your around to face it before stepping behind you. “-But you leave me with no choice.”

Jake’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his fingers immediately finding the button of your jeans. He undid them, pushing them down your legs along with your panties, just enough to reveal your ass.

“Jake…” You knew exactly what he was about to ask you to do.

“Bend over. Let’s make this ass even more pretty and red…” Jake nudged you forward and you leaned down against his bed, holding yourself up with your forearms. “…Then you can tell me if you want to try and play me again.”

A soft groan tumbled out of him. “Fuck, it’s still so red from earlier… Is it still sore, too, kitten? Hm?”

“That’s a dumb fucking question, Jake-” You shot, gasping when his hand ran over the belt-blistered skin.

You were absolutely still sore and aching, but that wasn’t going to stop you though, and it certainly wasn’t going to stop Jake.

“You know…” Jake’s hand came down against your ass cheek, the sound of the harsh smack bouncing off the walls of his room. “You could just answer my questions without being a little smartass..”

“And what’s… what’s the fun in that?” you managed out, glancing back at him from over you shoulder.

“Yeah, we’ll see how long it stays fun.” Jake chuckled lowly. “Don’t move.”

Going over to his guitar that you’d been playing, he took it off the stand and popped the strap off of both ends. He folded it up, just like he had done with his belt.

You caught a glimpse of him folding it up out of the corner of your eye and you were quite certain that it was one of the hottest things you’d ever watched Jake do.

“And playing my guitar without permission, too?” Jake tsked. “I’m gonna have to think of a lot more punishments for you.”

“And I’m gonna love them all.” You said, bracing yourself for the for the first hit of his guitar strap.

“Safe word, kitten?” Jake checked in, softening his tone ever so slightly.

“Purple.” you answered confidently, letting out content breath.

“Good girl.”

As quick as the softer side of Jake had appeared, it was gone.

“Mm, you look so pretty bent over my bed… If only your could see yourself.”

“Well take a fucking pict-”

Jake whipped the strap down against your ass, putting an abrupt end to the smart comment you were making.

“Say something smart again.” Jake dared you lowly, watching the way your back tensed and shoulders moved with your heavy breathing.

You chose to stay silent for a moment and you could hear Jake let out a surprised hum.

Jake leaned down over you, sliding his fingers into your hair and tugging your head back. “What? You’ve run out of bratty things to say already?”

“Mmm, you’re not that lucky, Jakey boy,” You grinned, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his fingers tightening in your hair, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. “I promise I always have some bratty shit to say.”

Jake drew his arm back that was still holding the strap, bringing it down against the outside of your thigh.

“oh god, Jake- fuck…” you half moaned, unable to move much thanks to the way Jake was basically trapping you in place.

“You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot…” Jake trailed off, placing quick kisses along your jaw while he mulled over a different idea.

“Let’s try something else, yeah?”

“Oh, what could possibly be worse than this?” You snickered, sarcasm dripping in your tone.

Jake’s eyes shot over to his glass of ice on the nightstand and he removed himself from over top of you completely.

“Take those off.” Jake gestured down to your jeans and panties that were hanging around your thighs, before walking over and pick up the cup of ice.

At first you weren’t sure what he could possibly be planning to do with it; there was no way he abandoned you just to eat that one piece…

And then, it clicked.

Once you had kicked your jeans and panties, you watched him intently as Jake took a single piece out and gently placed it on his tongue, before turning back around to face you.

Jake made the “come here” motion with his pointer finger, pointed to the head of the bee immediately after.

With wide eyes, you crawled up the bed slowly, shifting around to lay back. Jake stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on your knees in front of him.

Jake’s hand reached up to your face, tapping your cheek a few times rapidly.

Your mouth dropped open without much hesitation, a soft whimper escaping you as Jake leaned down and let the -now little- piece of ice drop from his mouth into yours.

“Tastes like nothing, right?” Jake smirked, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, lips cool from the ice. All you did was nod, hollowing your cheeks as you melted the ice in your mouth.

“Keep that ‘nothing’ word in the front of your mind…” Jake tapped your temple gently, leaning down even closer to your ear.

“Cause that’s what you’re getting from me tonight… Nothing.”

Once you felt the last bit of ice melt against your tongue, you spoke up. “That seems like an empty threat, if you ask me.”

“Oh, you think so?” Jake sneered, lips curling up in a sinister smile. “Okay.”

Jake leaned over, snatching up his guitar strap from the foot of the bed.

“Well, I guess you’re about to find out, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am, Jacob.”

His eyes narrowed, looking as though they weren’t even open anymore. “Lay back, arms up.”

You glanced down at your shirt and back up at Jake. “But don’t you want me to-“

“No, I want you to do what I say,” Jake came down nose to nose with you. “And do it now.”

You held eye contact with him, tipping your head back defiantly as you narrowed your own eyes just slightly.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment or two, in a silent stand off of dominance and defiance, until you slowly started to move into the position Jake had given you.

Jake got on the bed, settling on his knees in front of you. He analyzed the strap in his hands for a moment, thinking over the best way to tie it.

“Wrists.” Jake commanded flatly, lifting his lust-darkened eyes to meet yours.

You reluctantly shoved them forward and Jake wasted no time strategically wrapping the guitar strap around both of your wrists.

Jake gathered what was still left of the ends in one hand, pushing you back against his pillows with his other. He leaned over you, tying your hands up to the bed frame with the remainder of the strap.

Giving an experimental tug, you let out a shaky breath when it didn’t budge in the slightest. You looked up at Jake, who was smirking rather proudly down at you.

Jake gathered the hem of your shirt in his hands, maneuvering it up your body and over your head. He pushed it up your arms as far as it could go and tucked a bit into the strap, to hold it in place.

“So perfect and helpless. I bet you’re pretty cunt is crying for my attention, isn’t it?” Jake taunted, tracing a single finger over the top of your thigh.

You spread your legs open wider for him. “Find out for yourself, Jakey.”

“That’s cute,” he chuckled lowly, reaching over to the nightstand for his glass of ice. “Remember that word from earlier…?”

Jake took another piece of ice from the cup and you watched his hand move towards your shoulder. He brought it down against your skin, sliding it slowly up to your neck, watching you jolt and shiver with a proud smirk.

“N-Nothing…” You squeaked, sounding a lot less composed than you had hoped.

Jake drug the ice from your neck, down your collarbone and down your sternum, stopping just above your bellybutton. Your back arched away from the comforter of Jake’s bed and goosebumps formed all over your skin.

Leaving the last little bit of ice there on your stomach, immediately taking another piece from the glass and placing it in his mouth. He readjusted and laid between your legs, bringing his mouth down right where he left the last piece of ice, to continue his trail down your body.

You felt the chill of the ice as he circled around your bellybutton, slowly working his way to your hips, dragging it from one hip to the other. With the remainder of the ice, Jake trailed it down to just above your clit, where he held it in place until it melted completely.

You watched him intently as he pulled out another and nothing could have prepared you for his next move.

Jake pushed your legs apart even further and pinching the ice between his two fingers, he placed it directly over your swollen clit.

“Oh FUCK- Jake!” You jerked your hips away, but Jake’s hand seemed to follow your every move perfectly.

“Jake- please!”

“Use your words.” Jake said, carefully propping the cup against the blankets beside you.

“I- I am using my- words, asshole,” you stuttered out through gritted teeth.

Jake’s hand smacked against the outside of your thigh harshly.

“Not the words I wanna hear.”

You gasped, but sighed in relief right after, feeling the ice finally melt away from your clit.

“Would you rather me just be fucking silent?” You bit without a second thought.

There was no way you could actually be quiet, but your brain was past the point of forming lengthy sentences.

Jake didn’t even really give a fuck about how much or how little you were saying, he was just looking for any way possible to get a rise out of you.

“Actually,” Jake started, reaching for another ice cube. “Since all you can do with that mouth is make bratty comments, I don’t wanna hear another word out of you.”

You opened your mouth to make yet another bratty comment - just to try his patience, but the ice connecting with your clit once again, abruptly stopped you. You knew right then, that your indomitable, bratty act wasn’t going to last very long.

This time, however, Jake slipped one of his fingers inside you. The added sensation of his finger curling inside you, in combination with the pleasurable pain from the ice, had you seeing stars for a few seconds.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good.” Jake began circling the ice around your clit, causing it to melt faster, but increase you pleasure just a bit.

A whiny moan tore it’s way out of you, mixing with the sound of Jake’s finger sliding in and out of you - an obscene sound thanks to how wet you were and the water dripping down to Jake’s finger.

“Why so whiny, angel?” Jake taunted, adding in a second finger.

The ice melted away and Jake’s thumb began to rub circles into your clit in it’s place. A dull tingle was already making home in the pit of your stomach, slowly pulling you closer and closer to the edge.

“Jake, please,” you pleaded, knowing good and well your were nearing an orgasm that was surely to be denied.

Jake’s thumb retreated from your clit, his hand coming down against your core with a smack. His fingers curled into your sweet spot at the same time, forcing a strangled cry out of you.

“Did I say you could talk??” Jake barked. His voice gravely with lust and it was undeniably the hottest he had ever sounded.

You shook your head no, moaning when his thumb reconnected with your clit, rubbing lightly and teasingly over it. Your fingers curled around the strap binding your hands, gripping it tightly as you neared your high.

“Oh, baby,” Jake slowed his fingers, his tone dripping in faux sympathy. “So close…”

“Fuck you, Jake.” you whined, no longer caring about his command not to talk. Especially considering he was going to keep edging you, regardless of whether you listened or not.

“Only good girls get to fuck me, darling.” Jake shot back. “You’re never a good girl.”

“You- you fucked me earlier,”

“That was earlier. This is now… After that little stunt you pulled.” Jake shook his head, moving down the bed slightly and bringing his face just inches from your dripping core.

“You want my mouth? Hm?” Jake purred, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Yes, Jake. Please,” You begged.

You almost didn’t even want it, knowing he wasn’t going to let you cum.

He placed a single kiss just above your clit, holding eye contact with you as he did so. His eyes were so dark, there was no brown left to be seen… They were blown completely black with lust. Dominance and mischief dancing around in them, as though they were dancing at the finest ball.

“I want you to count.” Jake said simply, hooking an arm around your left thigh with a bruising grip.

“Count what?” You questioned breathlessly in anticipation.

“You’ll see.” Jake’s tongue licked up your folds and he hummed at the taste of you.

His tongue circled your clit slowly, fueling your desperation and impatience like the evil fuck you thought he was in the moment.

He gradually picked up the speed of his tongue, slipping a finger past your entrance.

Jake’s other arm was still tightly wrapped around your thigh, tightening his grip around it every time you instinctively tried to close your legs around his head. He added a second finger, pushing them both in even deeper, in search for another sweet spot that he hadn’t found yet.

Which didn’t take him long.

“Oh, fu- fuck!” You yanked at the guitar strap, as the broken moan tumbled out of you.

Jake’s lips curled up against you, which only served to frustrate you more.

“Jacob,” you huffed, whines and moans falling out around his name.

He gave no answer, not even a hint of a reaction. He stayed steadily working at that sweet spot inside you, his tongue searching for that perfect spot on or around your clit that he knew would send you headfirst into pure insanity.

The burn in your stomach returned for the second time, as Jake continue to hurl you towards another orgasm.

Just as you reached that high, sweet cliff; the edge you so badly wanted Jake to throw you over… It was all gone. Jake’s fingers and mouth were both gone.

“No! Jake-“

“Shut up.” Jake cut you off, bringing his fingers up from your entrance to your bundle of nerves. “I told you to count.”

A pathetic whimper ripped through your throat. “Two.”

“That’s it, count all these pretty orgasms you’re losing, Y/N.” Jake smirked.

Toying with your clit with the fingers that had just been inside you, he watched your body and how it reacted to his touch. How your moans turned into breathy, quick whines as you got closer and closer.

“It’s so easy to make you a whiny little mess,” Jake spoke, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “Who knew you… such a little bitch, would suddenly get so whiny, as soon as I started edging this pretty little cunt.”

You opened your mouth to spit some sort of comeback, or the first name you could think of. Jake had full control, though. Your third orgasm had snuck up on you - one right motion of his fingers and you would be falling into bliss.

“Should I let you cum now?” Jake wondered aloud, asking himself the question more so than you.

“Yes, fuck, yes! Please, Jake!” You begged, rolling your hips against his fingers. “I’ve learned my lesson. Please, Jake, please!”

“Have you, though?” He quirked a single brow, watching as your head fell back against the pillows, your body writhing against his sheets. “Because I don’t think you have.”

“Jake!” You practically screeched, “No, no, no!”

Jake retreated his fingers from your clit, he sat up and leaned over you, bringing them up to your mouth. “Open, I want you to know just how sweet you taste.”

You stared at him blankly, lips pulled in a straight line in a clear display of noncompliance.

“Get it the fuck together, or I’ll leave you right here… all tied up and desperate, while I sleep on the floor.”

“You won’t.” You half laughed. “You don’t have the heart to do that.”

“Mm…” Jake nodded a few times, as if fully processing what you had just said.

Without a word, Jake moved from over top of you, picking up the glass of now melted ice from beside you. He got up from the bed entirely and made his way towards his bedroom door.

Your mouth fell open in utter shock and immense fury. He was really going to leave you there.

You had absolutely challenged him too far with that one and suddenly, you found yourself wishing you could take it back.

“Jake, what are you doing?” Your voice was airy and weak, letting Jake know that you knew just how badly you had fucked up.

With the glass still in his hand, he reached for the door with his other. He shot you a split second glance from over his shoulder, before disappearing out of the door. It closed with a bang behind him, making you jump against the bed.

You laid there, still as could be, out of shock and defeat. You wondered where Jake was going… How long he would be gone, or if he was even coming back.

The last thought seemed to haunt you the most out of the three.

Eventually you began thinking over ways of untying yourself, giving genuine consideration to hunting Jake down and smacking him across the face as soon as you could free yourself.

You couldn’t think of much worse than this; stuck, bound against Jake’s bed with a throbbing ache between your legs that you couldn’t relieve.

Despite how diabolical you found Jake’s actions, you couldn’t stop thinking about his perfect fingers - working you to an orgasm like no one else ever had. His sweet mouth, so soft, yet firm against you all at once. You weren’t helping yourself with these thoughts, but you couldn’t help it. Hot tears stung the corners of your eyes, need and desperation playing major factors in the salty drops that slid down each of your cheeks.

Just as your eyes fluttered closed, pushing more tears out of each corner, the door opened - presenting a very smug looking Jake, yielding a fresh cup of ice in his hand.

Jake let out a low chuckle as he made his way back over to the bed. He sat down the cup, before climbing back in between your legs.

“C‘mon, why the tears, doll baby?” Jake cooed, acting as if you had no reason for such a reaction. He nudged his finger at your pouting lip. “You were right, I didn’t have the heart to leave you here for too long.”

You looked away from him, a little speechless. Surprised he came back, for a few reasons. Also, because of the hint of embarrassment that was thrumming through you.

“I have one more thing for you, kitten and I promise if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum.” Jake dipped down, placing kisses along your neck.

He trailed them up to your cheek, eventually making it to your lips for the first time in what felt like ages. You craned your neck, eagerly chasing after his lips that still tasted faintly of you and a fresh hint of Jack Daniels.

“Jake, please,” you whimpered out breathlessly. “I promise… I promise I’ll be good now.”

“Oh, I know you will.” Jake leaned in again, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth. “You don’t have a choice. If you want me, you’ll be a good, sweet, girl..”

Jake reached up above your head, undoing the guitar strap binding your wrists in their place. A sigh of pure relief rippled out of you. He took a wrist in each of his hands, massaging over them lightly with his thumbs.

Little by little, you relaxed into the pillows with each pass of his thumb over your skin.

“I’m not done with you yet, don’t get too comfortable.” Jake’s lust filled voice broke through the momentary silence that had fallen.

“There’s my Jake,” you mumbled and Jake pulled back from you, scanning over your face as if you’d just said the most off the wall shit, out of everything you had said all night.

“”MY Jake?”” he parroted back, his lust blown pupils growing even wider.

“Your Jake…”

“Mhmm… my Jake. That I love to hate.” You hummed.

He dove back down to your neck, kissing and biting with an evident hint of affection. Of course, that didn’t last long.

“Quit trying to soften me up…” Jake muttered against your throat. “I’m not done punishing you for earlier.”

“Well, finish…” You whispered. “Then you can fuck me like you hate me one more time, please, Jake.”

“One more time,” Jake repeated, trailing kisses up your jaw as he willed himself to pull away. “After tonight, I don’t want to fuck you like I hate you anymore… Wanna fuck you like a princess, my pretty, pretty princess. My doll baby. But first…”

Jake shifted his eyes over to his nightstand and pointed at the new cup of ice.

You followed his finger curiously. As soon as your eyes landed on it, your body shivered.

“Jake, come on.”

You let your voice become whiny again. “I can’t..”

“You can and you will,” Jake spoke with that familiar authority. “Or you won’t get to cum at all tonight. And we both know how bad this needy little pussy wants to cum…”

Another whimper shuddered out of you at his words, absolutely obscene and degrading in a delicious way.

The way that only Jake knew how to talk.

“Isn’t that right?” Jake asked, nipping at your earlobe.

“Yes. I need it… Need it so bad.”

A growl that was barely loud enough to grace your ears, fluttered out of Jake before he got up from the bed.

You watched him intently as he stripped out of his clothes. Ridding himself of absolutely everything, even down to his boxers; revealing his painfully hard, leaking, cock.

You were just waiting for Jake to tell you to close your gaping mouth, and wipe the drool from your chin.

He never did, though. Instead, wasting no time crawling back into the bed beside you.

“I want you on my lap.” Jake told you, stacking up a few pillows to lean against. As soon as he was comfortable, he pulled you on top of him.

He kept a firm hold on each of your hips, keeping your core just a few inches away from him.

“Stay just like this. Don’t move these pretty hips at all, got it?” Jake slowly let go of your hips, one hand trailing down to your center, the other sliding up to splay across your back.

“Got it.” You sucked in a ragged breath, feeling Jake’s fingers tease at your entrance.

“Shit, you’re still dripping…” Jake huffed, eyes locked on where his hand was playing with you. “I guess I don’t need to edge you again…”

“No! No, you don’t,” you rushed out, hoping and praying he wouldn’t put you through another round of such hell.

“I’m going to anyway, though.” Jake’s lips tugged upwards in a wicked smirk. “What number did we leave off on? Three?”

You simply nodded. It took everything in your power to hold back the sob that was bubbling up in your throat, but it tumbled out of you anyway - sounding more like a broken moan, as Jake’s thumb found your throbbing clit. Again.

“I think you like it,” Jake teased, but there was a seriousness lingering around in his tone. “Don’t you, little brat?”

“I would like it more if you- fuck- if you would let me…” Each word out of your mouth was obviously forced, whines and whimpers tearing your sentence apart. “let me-”

“Let you what?” Jake asked firmly, raising his eyebrows at you. “Say it and I might just let you.”

You somehow willed your hips to stay completely still. The burn in the pit of your stomach returned with a raging vengeance, setting your whole body ablaze as it demanded a release.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the intensity of the orgasm building in your body, stole any words right from your mouth and the air from your lungs.

“Come on, I know how close you are…” Jake’s voice barely broke through the ringing in your ears. “You better answer me, you don’t have long before I stop.”

You opened your mouth to answer him, but nothing came out.

You could feel the shake of Jake’s body as he chuckled lowly at your expense, all his movements slowing to their inevitable stop. The most animalistic sound you had ever made, forced it’s way out of you at the loss of Jake’s fingers.

Your hand came down against Jake’s chest before you thought better of it, making him hiss from the contact of your open palm.

“Fuck you, Jake, I can’t- please, I can’t!”

You placed your hands on both his shoulders, doing your best to hold your trembling body up in wake of your outburst.

“Hey, now-“ Jake spoke up in a warning tone. “-Settle the fuck down.”

Your eyes lifted to meet Jake’s and if looks could kill…

“Don’t be a brat and I won’t have to punish you.” Jake shrugged, one of his hands making their way back to your hip. “What number was that, angel?”

“Four.” You choked out weakly.

“Uh huh, very good, baby.”

Jake kept you hovering above him - his other hand guiding his cock to your entrance.

“You want my cock now, hmm?”

“Fucking please,” you begged through a shaky exhale.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Jake pressed, bringing you down just enough for his tip to sink into you.

“Do you think you’ve been a good girl?”

“I think-“ you stopped yourself before you even finished, decided to rephrase your sentence. “Yes. Yes, I… I deserve it… I’ve been a good girl.”

“You think so?” Jake smirked, letting you down on him a little more before stopping, giving you time to adjust. “You definitely haven’t been, but I suppose I’ll take it.”

An airy whimper escaped your lips as Jake finally let you down on him the rest of the way, filling you up in a way that only he could.

You started to roll your hips, but Jake quickly put a halt on your movements. “I didn’t say you could move yet.”

“Jake,” you huffed, tears welling back up in the corners of your eyes.

You attempted to make you voice sound stern and level. “Enough.”

“Are you really getting bratty on me again?” Jake grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Jake, i-“

“Ah. I don’t want to hear it.” Jake cut you off, removing his hand from your jaw and placing a finger over your lips. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“One more thing to show me you can be a good girl and after, I promise, I’ll fuck you until all you can remember is my name…”

You wanted to scream and argue with him so bad, but there was no way Jake was going to budge. It would quite literally be like arguing with a brick wall.

With the possibility of an orgasm finally on your horizon, you reluctantly caved and let Jake have his way. “Okay…”

“Atta girl.” Jake carefully reached over to the cup of ice (that was now almost melted once again) and pulled out one of the last few pieces that hadn’t melted yet.

“Listen to me,” Jake demanded your attention. “You’re not to move until this ice is completely melted, am I clear?”

You nodded, eyes glistening with tears of impatience and inconsolable need.

Jake placed the ice over the peak of your right breast, dragging it down over your nipple. The simple, but highly effective action pulled a loud moan out of you, that you were positive carried down the halls, breaking over the music of the party.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that.” Though your eyes were screwed shut, you knew Jake was wearing the cockiest smirk.

The almost painful chill of the ice traveled down your belly, not stopping until it reached just above your clit.

You tensed and took hold of Jake’s wrist in a bruising grip.

“What did I say?” Jake rasped, his words coming out slow, as though you wouldn’t be able to understand him if he spoke any faster,

“Not to… not to move,” your voice came out strained and breathy.

Your body jolted and clenched around Jake as the ice connected with your swollen clit.

“Fuck me-“ Jake cursed, head falling back against the pillow supporting him.

The combination of your wetness and the ice melting, dripped down his hand, a few tiny droplets traveling all the way down his wrist and forearm.

“Look. See?” Jake had recollected himself, nodding his head towards where his hand was almost connected with your body - The only barrier being the tiniest bit of ice left, that quickly melted away against you. “It’s already gone.”

“Just let me move now.” You splayed your hands over his abdomen.

“You’re never gonna learn how to be sweet, are you?” Jake sighed, his lips pulling up into a soft grin. Whether he would ever admit it or not, deep down, Jake adored your feistiness. “Go on, then. Fuck yourself on my pretty cock, angel. Do it.”

No sooner than the words were out of Jake’s mouth, you were using every bit of energy you had left to roll and bounce your hips against his. He was hitting spots in this position that you didn’t even know existed.

“Yeah, there you go..” Jake encouraged through labored breaths, watching your every move.

“Jakey… Jake, i-“ You faltered above him, clearly struggling thanks to all the edging you had endured.

Jake caught on without you even needing to complete your sentence.

He wrapped his arms around you, swiftly flipping the two of you over to take full control.

“Is that better now? Huh, mama?” Jake hiked one of your legs up and around his waist, getting right into a steady pace.

“God, yes!” You nuzzled your face into the spot where Jake’s shoulder meets his neck, placing urgent kisses over his skin.

Jake’s thrusts quickened and he angled his hips up just slightly, catching your gspot with every thrust.

The all too familiar burn of your orgasm returned for the fifth time. It was a feeling unlike anything you felt before, like something was clawing away inside you… begging to escape.

“I’m so… Jake, I’m so cl-close, baby, please!” You struggled to get the words out past your moans and cries of pleasure.

All Jake caught out of your whole babble of half incoherent words, was “baby.”

“Baby…” He repeated back, just barely above a whisper. “Call me that when you cum for me, mama. Call me baby.”

It stunned you - despite how little your brain was in even processing with how close you were to an earth shattering orgasm, somehow you still managed to catch everything Jake said. It sounded so unlike him; much too soft compared to how he had been all night with you.

Nonetheless, if there was one thing you’d learned, it’s that you truly would do or say damn near anything Jake asked you to.

As your high finally started to overtake you, Jake emitted a loud, pornographic, moan as you clenched around him.

Jake’s thumb found your clit, as he continued his relentless pace, sending you crashing violently into the climax you had been desperate and begging hours for.

“Say it, Y/N. Cum for me.. all pretty while you call me baby.” Jake demanded, quickening the circles his thumb was drawing against your bundle of nerves.

“Ja- baby,” you struggled to get the short little name past your lips, arching up into Jake’s body as you rode out the best orgasm you had ever experienced.

All of Jake’s merciless and teasing and edging suddenly seemed worth it.

“Cum for me, too, baby. Please, I want it.” You whimpered, digging your nails into his back as overstimulation started to wash over you. “I need it,”

With a loud groan and an array of praises, curses and a bit of degrading, Jake finally reached his own high.

“S-so perfect around me, angel.”Jake croaked out, hips stuttering in their pace. “My perfect little fuck toy, aren’t… aren’t you?”

“Yes, baby. Your fuck toy,”

Jake collapsed on top of you, letting out a long groan upon hearing his own filthy words leave your mouth.

“Christ…” Jake breathed into your chest.

The two of you stayed quiet for a few minutes, tangled in each others sweaty limbs. The only sounds being the faint music of the ongoing party, and your breathing.

“Y/N…?” Jake mumbled, not moving even the slightest bit.

You hummed, eyes still closed as you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his back.

Jake’s arms snaked under your back as you did so. “Let me run you a bath?”

To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“What?” You pushed him up by his shoulders lightly.

“Let me run you a bath.” Jake said again. “Or us… I can get in with you and can clean you up.”

You blinked a few times, contemplating pinching yourself, just in case you were completely imagining this Jake.

“Or you can just-“

“Okay,” you agreed, letting your lips curl up in a soft smile.

“Yeah…?” Jake searched your face and giggled.

Clearly you were both equally surprised with one another.

“Yes, Jake. That sounds nice, actually…” your eyes closed, mind drifting off to just how lovely sinking into a warm bath would feel.

“Stay right here, okay? I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

Jake placed a careful kiss to your cheek, as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever touched.

With that, he got up and sauntered off to his bathroom.

Within a minute of him being gone, the sound of the water cut through the room in a calming, white noise.

The more your body calmed down, the more noticeable the soreness throughout your body became. You sat up, running your hands over the aching parts of your body and examining all the little bruises and marks Jake left behind.

“You okay?” Jake broke you away from your own thoughts.

“I’m perfect, actually.” You admitted, eyes never leaving your body as you awed a few love bites on your inner thighs.

“I’ve got the bath pretty much ready,” Jake smiled softly at you, but it quickly faded when you went to get up and out of his bed on your own. He panicked a little more when your face twisted in slight discomfort “Ohh, no-“

Jake put a hand out for to stop and you froze in your spot. “How about I just carry you, okay?”

“Jake, I can get to the bathroom just fi-“

“Nope.” You gasped as Jake scooped you up into his arms. “You’re not doing shit, except let me care for you a little bit. Can you do that?”

“Quit talking to me like that, before you end up having to go for round three…” you warned, only half playfully.

“Oh, I can handle that -” Jake chuckled, carefully maneuvering through the bathroom door with you in his arms. “-But I don’t think you can.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention to the perfectly drawn bath in front of you.

“I’m gonna sit you in, is that alright?” Jake looked down at you, patiently awaiting for you to give him the go ahead.

“Just… be careful.” You looked down at the tub that was now beneath you.

Jake gingerly placed you down into the water, laughing softly at the combination of a sigh and whimper that left your lips. You slid yourself forward just a few inches, giving Jake room to sit behind you as he stepped in.

“How is it? Is it too hot?” Jake questioned hurriedly, gently running his hands up your arms.

“Shhh,” you hushed him, leaning back against his chest. “It’s just fine, perfect actually. Just relax with me.”

Jake didn’t say another word. He wrapped his arms around your waist, every so often placing soft kisses to the back of your neck. His fingertips traced over your thighs lightly.

Despite your pure exhaustion, you still felt the slightest bit of need dancing around in the pit of your stomach.

Not wanting to give yourself too much time to chicken out, you took a hold of Jake’s wrist, placing his hand over your heat.

“Y/N…?” Jake hummed, amusement laced in his tone.

“Yes?” You answered, sounding far too innocent.

“What are you doing?” Jake traced his pointed finger of your folds. “You want me to make you cum on my fingers again? Is the greedy girl still aching a little bit?”

“Just one more, Jakey… Please?”

“How can I say no to those pretty manners?” Jake cooed, circling your clit gently.

He kept his movements slow, but steady, keeping in mind that he had already put you through a lot.

A soft moan bubbled out of you when his fingers hit a sweet spot around your clit.

“Right there?” Jake rolled his fingers into the spot once again, coaxing more sweet noises from you. “Yeah, right there.”

Kissing along your shoulders and neck -really anywhere his lips could reach- he lightly guided you right into another orgasm.

It clouded your mind, making your entire body go numb in the most delicious way. Your eyes screwed shut as you listened to Jake encourage and praise you through it.

“That’s it, mama… Give it all to me.” He whispered with his gravely voice. “I’ve got you. I know it feels so good.”

“Shit, Jake...” You gripped at his wrist, coming down from your high - entirely blissed out.

“Do you feel better now?” Jake gazed down at you, cradling you against his chest with your head laid back on his shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open, smiling up at him. “I definitely feel beyond perfect now. You’re so good, Jake.”

“Can I tell you a little secret?” Jake asked, leaning down closer to you.

“Go for it…” you encouraged him to continue.

“I don’t hate you. Like at all. The exact opposite, actually.” Jake suddenly had become serious, a side you hadn’t ever seen much of.

“I don’t hate you either.” If someone had told you before the party that you would be saying those words, you probably would have have laughed at them. Or smacked them.

There was a tender moment of silence; just the two of you taking in the other, processing one another’s confessions.

“Damn, you look so fucked out,” Jake teased, running a single finger along your jaw.

Leave it to him to change the whole mood within seconds.

“S’your fault, Jacob.” You pointed out in a duh sort of tone.

“Actually,” Jake countered, reaching for his bottle of soap, pouring some onto the washcloth in his hand. “YOU got yourself into that mess.”

“That was pretty good though, wasn’t it?” You couldn’t hold back your fit of giggles, quite proud of yourself. “Me hiding out in your room? You know I was originally looking for you, too, right?”

“Mmm, no. It was not funny.” Jake gave you a serious look, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching. “You had me downstairs looking like a fool. Multiple times tonight actually, the other time being when you beat me in beer pong.”

“Yeah, you need some better skills on that one.” You shot referring to his poor beer pong skills, snorting a laugh when he looked at you in mock offense. “What?!”

“I could have won that game if I really wanted to!” Jake defended himself, splashing water onto your face playfully. “I let you win.”

“Admit it, Jake… you’re just a sore loser.”

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"You cannot land a KC-135 in a Kroger parking lot."

"As someone who lives in Tennessee, you can land a KC-135 in a Kroger parking lot."

"That's how I'm going to describe the size of our parking lots to Europeans without internet connections. We can land that in our parking lots."

"I call that my main menu tax."

"Bro, I can't hail a cab in Detroit for shit, bro."

"First bullet, Toyota Tacoma be like 'I ain't hear NOTHING. Y'all hear something?' Second bullet? Legalize nuclear bombs."

"Your voice literally has to wait in line to be heard."

"I'm gonna bomb your trailer park."

"Don't take advice from the dead guys."

"Smoking on that diabolical arch-necromancer pack. Those who don't ball would do well to steer clear."

"Do you know the word 'whermst'?"

"It's like where and for what purpose and why. Location, reason, background context in one word: Whermst."

"Did he just prefire me? Bro, go to jail."

"That's your first option for recourse?"

"Alcatraz, we ain't talking county jail. You're getting in there with the dementors."

"Stop calling the 3D avatar mommy."

"How do they fit this many flares in an airplane? It makes no sense. It's like a clown car but for fireworks."

"I'M SCREAMING ABOUT IT MOTHERFUCKER, STOP!"

"Hey what's up guys? I just bought a 1911 at a Red Lobster parking lot, AMA."

"Just kill me. Just take me to heaven. Just… Take me out of this reality."

"Heaven? BITCH, YOU GOING TO HELL!"

"Hey, fuckin' imagine getting friendly fired by a .50 BMG. Imagine."

"My client pleads oopsie-daisy."

"I'm sorry that your dog is not going to college now."

"Ay you ain't on your grind, son. You ain't on your bag."

"No one's Batman impression is bad."

"You sound like you're in an alley with a trench coat, what the fuck?"

"Oh my God, his Scooby-Doo villain is coming out again."

"Are you repairing our conversation?"

"Why is 'slime' such a funny yet affectionate nickname?"

"Get the fuck out of our shower."

"Why can't we just share the shower?"

"Enemy. Man. 300 meters. North. Fast. Fast. Fast."

"Fun fact: The TSA allows you to bring a live lobster through security."

"I myself have brought 432 lobsters through security."

"THAT'S THE FOURTH TIME YOU'VE SHOT ME!"

"SHUT UP! YOU JUST HAPPEN TO BE WHERE MY BULLETS ARE!"

"All units, be advised: My stummy hurt."

"Homie got the dog in him with that one."

"Pulled pork? Yeah I cranked my hog today too."

"How blessed are we that I can just log on to YouTube and the first video I see is 'Master Chief teaches you how to change the oil on your 2006 Nissan Murano'?"

"That went from 'funny' to 'demonitized'."

"If your state has 90 degree corners, you probably eat corn syrup on your pancakes."

"Why do you always say 'theoretically' and it's not at all theoretical?"

"You have the world's WORST EVERYTHING."

"My boy got the object permanence of a frog."

"That boy cooked the most rare steak."

"I gotta use the bathroom or something, bro. I gotta go to college or something. I can't be with these motherfuckers."

"He went behind the tree and my brain was like 'WHERE'D HE GO?'"

"Somebody buy me a stat reset, PLEASE!"

"You should not be legally allowed to commit crimes if you're listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd."

"I'm on my Super Mario Sunshine shit."

"Are you barking at me?"

"You might wanna be a LITTLE shidded right now."

"I'd trust Gengar with my kid."

"I didn't know he was chill like that."

"No. We are not putting a controller around somebody's neck and twisting it. It's a wireless controller, you can't even do that."

"And 45 is just a caliber."

"Ranch was made by California to keep the Midwest fat because they're scared of our power."

"I refuse to believe that Kranch is real."

"Alignment charts are for the governable. I grow corn in my yard."

"Tell me the name of God you fungal piece of shit."

"I'm pretty sure that was the most sacrilegious shit I've heard in my life."

"I will pass that to the higher ups – parentheses: I do not give a shit."

"This is getting a little too fast for my brain."

"You fuckers are at a pie eating contest and I'm just like, nah son. Free pie."

"I'm about to hit 'em with the Glock-no-jutsu, on God, bro."

"Regretting a free purchase is crazy."

"THEY'RE JUST POLYGONS!"

"I've had people call me things that I wouldn't even dare say to myself."

"Take five 5-Hour Energies and enter the forbidden hour of the day."

"Those responses do not surprise me at all. I definitely expected that kind of language."

"Bro, it's goof-a-clock right now."

"The moon already isn't real."

"You think I can't kill a fuckin' banana?"

"That was a little too much rage for a potassium transportation device. I didn't mean it. You full of electrolytes."

"I'm gonna eat pizza because I like the sauce on the pizza with the cheese on the pizza."

"I could not have killed him any harder."

"Don't make me make you say some out of pocket shit."

"I've been saying out of pocket shit all day."

"By sheer artillery alone, we should have tunneled our way to Atlantis by now."

"Yo, I don't know the Tom & Jerry lore, fuck you!"

"What if you wanted to go to heaven but God said to you, 'WE'RE GONNA TRY THIS WEEK'S CRUMBL COOKIE MENU'?"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE TINNITUS, WHAT?"

"Is this like punching someone in the dark? Is it like a legal loophole?"

"There's only one of me in all the world. I am one in a krillion."

"If you're a chest sleeper, you're just a fuckin' psychopath, alright?"

[mxnsterbabe]

Male Lich/Female Reader NSFW Wordcount: 1,339 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

You hated balls like these, forced to wear restricting dresses and pretend to care about what these rich assholes had to say. You felt more like a table piece than a person, all dolled up just to stand around and smile. On the outside, the ballroom was an exciting rush of dancing and laughter, but you knew the truth; people gossiped behind each other's backs, laughed with those they secretly hated to make themselves look good.

The host of tonight's ball, Lord Lackley, chatted away in your ear while you pretended to listen. All it took was a nod at the right time, or a well placed question to keep him talking for another five minutes. Then, once you'd listened for an acceptable amount of time, perhaps you could make an excuse to move along.

"I host these balls every year of course, but I outdid myself tonight. Don't you think?"

Your gaze drifted up, lips parted to fumble a reply. Luckily you never needed to, because at that moment a skeletal hand fell across your shoulder.

"Sorry I took so long, darling. There was a very drunk orc at the drinks table; I do hope he doesn't cause a scene."

Morven. You sank into his side immediately, comforted by the scent of old books that he seemed to carry everywhere. It came with being a scholar, you supposed, but goodness you loved it.

"Lord Hallowswift," Lord Lackley said with a strained smile. The two had never gotten on, but social expectations meant that they had to pretend. "How good to see you. When I sent out the invitations, I did not realise you and this lovely young woman were... involved."

"We've been married for a long time now, haven't we love?"

Morven did love to exaggerate; a year was not long, especially by a lich's standards... but you felt a flicker of approval nonetheless. 

Lord Lackley continued to make conversation with Morven, although his darting eyes made it clear that he was looking for a reason to leave. It was another reminder that behind the expensive gowns and champagne, the room was rife with tension. 

So you allowed your gaze to wander, watching as beautiful women swirled past. They were going straight towards a group of young men, no doubt looking to dance.

Your breath hitched when you felt Morven's hand slip lower; now, his skeletal hands caressed your hips while his chatter kept Lord Lackley distracted.

It sent a thrill jolting through you, and you pursed your lips to keep from speaking.

A touch of the hips was about all that you could get away with here, where everybody was watching eagle-eyed for a new scandal. Yet Morven didn't stop; his gaze never left Lord Lackley, but you felt his hands skim lower. And lower again. Sharp fingertips grazed your thigh, and you shifted slightly to allow him better access through the layers of skirt fabric. 

His hands grabbed your ass - and you muffled a squeak behind a cough as arousal flooded through you. Morven wasn't usually one for public affection, so this? This was new. 

You loved it.

"Morven, love?" you asked gently. "Would you mind fetching me a drink?"

Finally, his face turned to you. Where eyes should have been, his skull had two beautifully glowing yellow orbs. In the low light of the ballroom they looked like molten gold. Even now, in a form that most would have considered horrifying, Morven was stunning.

"A drink?" he asked, and there was a smile in his voice. "You're awfully flushed, perhaps you've had enough champagne for now?"

You flushed even hotter when his hand slipped below your ass and gave a pointed squeeze. Even such a simple touch had you biting back a moan, had you wishing that you were alone in Morven's little bedroom instead of in this foul place. 

Although Morven's face never changed, you somehow felt as if he was smirking.

"Maybe you need some fresh air?" he suggested kindly. What a tease. "Why don't we step outside for a minute?"

Lord Lackley scoffed at the idea - the two of you outside, alone? 

You didn't care; in fact, the idea of stirring up such gossip made your knees weak. You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to keep you together until... until you got outside, and Morven did whatever he wanted to you.

Perhaps concerned that you weren't getting the hint - as if that was possible - Morven's hand skimmed down your ass and, barely hindered by your dress, settled between your thighs.

Even with your skirts in the way, it ignited a fire inside your belly. His hands were slender and sharp, and you felt every ridge of bone grinding subtly against his hands. 

Lord Lackley remained entirely oblivious, to your relief, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend like everything was normal.

Morven's hands continued to slide across your sensitive thighs as he smirked to himself, but he apparently had other things in mind. Your arousal began to mount; until Morven pulled his hand away, and you felt cold in his absence.

"Morven?" you hissed, shooting him a desperate look. He looked so hot in his elegant black suit and waistcoat, and he had been teasing you all night. Why stop now?

His expression was fond, but his golden orbs were shining with mischief. "How about that fresh air, darling?"

Your face was on fire and you were desperate for release. If the two of you didn't move now, you were going to lose control and take Morven right here in the middle of the ballroom. It was why you didn't hesitate to grab his hand and all but drag him towards the exit. Each step made your core pulse with desire, and all you wanted was to rip Morven free of that pretty black and gold waistcoat.

Morven smirked the entire time, and his laughter filled the ballroom as the two of you left. He knew exactly what he did to you, and God if that itself wasn't the hottest thing imaginable.

The two of you hardly made it outside before you were crushing yourself against Morven, desperate for his touch. He laughed as you ripped the waistcoat and shirt open, not caring when one of the buttons went flying across the grass. He was a mage, he could use a little magic to fix himself up after.

Or not. He looked good when he was all dishevelled.

"Eager, are we?" Morven asked - but he was a good husband, and he didn't hesitate to give you what you wanted. 

He grasped your thighs in a bruising grip and shoved you against the nearest solid surface; the wall. Then, with your skirts pulled aside and your thigh gripping his hips, Morven slipped a finger inside.

The first few times with Morven had been strange, feeling bone where there should have been soft flesh instead. Now, his fingers working you with expert care, you couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else.

"You've wanted this all night, haven't you?" Morven whispered against your ear. 

His hands had already turned you into jelly, but his voice tore a groan from between your pursed lips. "Yes," you gasped, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "I - ah - I've been admiring you all night in your suit, looking so effortlessly handsome."

His fingers crooked inside of you, drawing another long gasp from deep within your throat. He couldn't kiss you properly, but Morven's teeth grazed at your collarbone and it stung just right. 

You were close already, so fucking close, and in that moment you didn't care what rich Lord or Lady heard you call his name. "Morven!" the cry was muffled by his shirt as you buried your face deeper into his neck.

Your release came in a hot flood that left you reeling, gasping like you'd forgotten how to breathe. 

"There's my girl," Morven murmured sweetly. "Was that good?"

You looked up at him with heavy, satisfied eyes. "God, yes."

[notkitsune]

hello! this is wonjae, my second muse for this group! (this is a side blog, so i can’t follow back! sorry bout that!)

excited to plot with him, he is very different than my other muse here :D you can access his about page here, but in the meantime, below is a little intro to him and some potential plots! dm me or ask for dis/cord if you’d prefer! tw in the first few bullet points for dv, will be marked below the cut as well

wonjae was born and raised in seoul!

he was mostly raised by his mother—his father wasn’t very involved in his life

(tw: dv) when his father was around, it was mostly to cause issues—getting very drunk, fighting with his mother, etc

when wonjae is 17, he fights his dad & basically kicks his ass then tells him to never come back. happy ending

overall, throughout school, wonjae was in and out of trouble. as a rather obvious anomaly, he was no stranger to the meanness of other kids

he likes to say he was cool, calm, and collected, and never let it get under his skin. thats a blatant lie—he would get angry and throw punches, scratch, bite, etc

he eventually was sent to a special “scare em straight” no nonsense type of school

despite his rough exterior, wonjae was always a creative soul. he started channeling his emotions into his art—his favorite mediums being painting, sculpting, and photography

eventually he attends sua as a visual arts major, and now has started his first year in a masters of fine arts to continue his education!

he’s been a member of house gangcheori since his undergrad, but has since moved up to vice captain. he’s very loyal to this team!

while he loves sporting rallies, he dislikes any other sporting events (he sees anything else as boring)

while wonjae was a very angry kid/teen, he has since calmed a bit (read: learned that remaining cool in the face of adversaries is usually more frustrating for them than getting pissed)

(he likes to think so at least. something about sporting rallies still brings out the beast inside. competitive ass)

he can still definitely reach that point though. which is great because emotional outbursts can make him turn into a fox sometimes. fun stuff

he’s overall a self-absorbed type, very confident in himself and often erring on the side of cocky and arrogant

he doesn’t like to open up—he’s very good at making it seem like he’s sharing a lot about himself when he really hasn’t told you much of anything

despite this, he can be a fun friend to have—certainly fun at parties!

if he does like you, he can be nice. i prommy he’s not JUST an asshole

oh also fun fact since he has a tail he taught himself to sew to fix his pants to be tail friendly. but then he just found he liked it, got better, and now makes a lot of his own clothes!

that went on super long but anyway here are some potential connections!!

people who knew him in school? maybe before he was sent off as a delinquent? or someone else who attended this scare em straight type of place?

fellow artsy types? collaboration on art projects? similar/complementary art styles?

a muse—someone who inspires his art, who would be open to random “i need you to come model” texts

while wonjae has never been in a real relationship (that requires #OpeningUp which is a big no-no), i’d be open to plotted ex flings, casual hookups, fwb, you name it

could even play with the emotions of this—was your muse cool with it being casual? did they feel misled or was this a mutual understanding? etc

enemies? he’s kind of a bitch so i’m sure there are people who do NOT like him

fellow house gangcheori members! do they like him? not like him?

other sporting rally house members! do they actually hate each other, or is it a joke?

handsome man just spontaneously became a fox right before your eyes wyd (i’m mostly joking about this but it does make me laugh)

literally anything i’m open to discussion!!

[sodaliteskull]

Writerly Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag on this, @harmonic-melodii! Check out how she responded to this over here!

Gonna have this one be an open tag for EVERYONE, so if you're looking for the questions, head on over here!

About You

When did you start writing?

Kindergarten, so when I was either 5 or 6? lol I wanted to write sooner, but I didn't quite grasp the mechanics of how to actually do that, but the second I learned how to read and write, I could not be stopped! I know the first story I wrote was about dinosaurs, because I was OBSESSED with dinosaurs at that age.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I like reading hard sci-fi, but I hate writing it! Trying to make sure everything is as scientifically accurate (or at least plausible) as possible is not where I find my joy in writing. I'm much more of a "technobabble something that sounds reasonable but don't elaborate further" girlie when it comes to my own stuff.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

None that I really want to emulate, or any I get compared to that I can recall. lol not to be trite, but I'm trying to develop my own writing voice, rather than mimic someone else's!

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

I Mostly write at my desktop computer, and my desk is currently swamped in assorted stationary bits and bobs I haven't had the time or energy to sort through recently! Otherwise it's with my laptop in bed (being absolutely blasted by my fan, because I hate being hot), or hopping around town with my bestie to find cafes where we can get in joint writing sessions.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Thinking about elements (settings, tropes, themes, stuff like that) from pieces of media that I like and breaking them down to get to the core of what sets me off like a boiling tea kettle about them.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

I've always lived somewhere with quick access to the forest and the sea, so the both of those tend to crop up in my writing, even when I don't intend them to. lol basically all my stories are like the sci-fi and fantasy shows of the aughts, in that they were "filmed" in the Vancouver/Lower Mainland area!

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Alienation tends to crop up in my writing, as well as people struggling against exploitation. I also tend to write about some kind of rebellion against some form of authority. None of them surprise me in the least!

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Iradurel, one of the protagonists from the Starcrossed Cycle, because she is such a shit disturber! She has no respect for authority and doesn't bother sugarcoating her words, so I use her to vent every nasty little thought I have about behaviours in people I have to bite my tongue about in my day to day. It's always cathartic when I write dialog for her!

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Probably Ryla, the other protagonist of the Starcrossed Cycle. She'd be happiest avoiding drama and just spending her days indulging her curiosities, and that is something I would also like to do. We'd be study buddies!

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Rounding this out with the antagonist of the Starcrossed Cycle, Ransaran, who is a conglomeration of traits that I hate! I literally designed this asshole to encompass everything that I loathe in a person, so we would not get along!

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

I'm usually a plot first kind of writer, with either a beginning or an ending clearly in mind. I then start with really broad stroke archetypes (something like The Witch, or The Ace Pilot) that I think would either get me to the ending I want, or shoot off from my starting point in interesting directions, and use that as a metaphorical armature that I can slap on the equally metaphorical clay that is tropes and traits until I like the shape of the character.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

I've been making them queer since before I realized that I, myself, was queer!

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

I rarely imagine real people when coming up with characters (which kinda blows, because using actors to make gifsets of my characters is something I want to do!), and instead tend to visualize them in whatever style of animation (traditional or cgi) I last happened to watch. Been usingvideo game character creators, dollmakers, and picrews for years to help with the visualization process, because my own drawing skills are rather lacking!

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

There's so much noise inside me, and writing is the most efficient way to quiet that!

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

I like being able to lay out enough breadcrumbs that readers get an idea of what I'm leading to, so having people correctly guess the broad strokes of what I'm planning is always cool! Incoherent screaming is also a good one.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

I want people to wonder what is wrong with me. lol but for real, being known for mashing up wildly different concepts would be kind of cool.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I'm pretty good at finding connection points to link disparate plot elements together.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

The most common one I hear is that I come up with some interesting turns of phrases.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I'm catering to my own likes when it comes to writing, so I enjoy it quite a lot!

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Well yeah! I write everything for myself as is, so having no readers beyond myself would not hinder me at all!

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

Since I write for myself, I selfishly fill my writing with things I know I'm going to like. Otherwise, if I know a certain person is going to be reading what I wrote, I'll throw in something that (I hope!) would delight them specifically.

[incarnateirony]

Hey. I've noticed, even doing what I can to cull out tumblr's porn bot problem, that I've gained a few hundred followers in the last month or so. I see a lot of fresh likes, but very little conversation. So while this post is to invite that, I want to break down what's really going on here in the current fandom malarky.

The long-skewed conversation in this fandom has kind of presented an image that I bite. But for what it's worth, I bite assholes, which is why I'm doing everything I can to paywall and ask screen them away so I can zen.

I cuss a lot. But like, this fandom gotta understand. While the majority are from a very privileged and "refined" culture bubble, and the upper class came to rule the dialogue via convention paypasses to content and the illusion of access, not everyone comes from that shit.

just like the show is telling you from deep in the soul of New Orleans, like I warned you, nobody has to take your shit either. If I want to dip my hair in holy water and camp the vampires to death so help me god I will. I literally told you this a year ago, that you weren't ready for this shit. That it would be in your face, breakdancing, loud as shit, and not giving two fucks about your civility culture.

Now those old paypasses are dated and they're literally watching what republicans would scream as The Great Replacement happening at conventions, like I also warned, while we shake our mardis gras gay asses in your face, also just like I warned.

And now the open homophobic comments come flying out of hookerwitch, and a bunch of concern trolls are trying to pearl clutch that we aren't Model Minorities and Model Gays that fit THEIR view of how we should behave. No, eat shit. This is stonewall, and I don't want anyone to forget who in SPN fandom threw the first brick, and half the wall shortly after.

So now they're hate stalking and literally devoting a majority of their lives and energy to try to break past my walls and bother me, and I don't think they're understanding their own emotional investment here. They spend hours or days master planning to break into my server just to hear about me complaining about how gassy I am, or send one shit anon they thought about how to phrase for hours to try to troll, and most of it just gets screened, so they get angrier, and the hate capping and accusation throwing and pearl clutching to muddy up the dialogue begins, but we put a pin in the big racist and homophobic shit showing its face from the same recurring names. whether that be 2po, hookerwitch, whomever. Doesn't matter. Same ciswhitehetpatriarchy bullshit different day.

I cuss. I cuss about a lot. I am very enthusiastic about cheeseburgers and will say I will break a fuckers arm for a texas toms cheeseburger, and people have the context to get what I'm saying, and the culture and tone I'm speaking it in, rather than bad faith trolls. But those same bad faith trolls tried to hurt people I care about, so when they hear a real counter-threat to their threats, they hyperfixate on it, as they have, because they're scared.

They're scared because they realized they're running into my people in every greet, in every hall, in every op line. Sometimes literally. And they don't know until it's too late, and it's a different person every time, and they're realizing outside of the social club they sold themselves as small, elite and privileged that they lived in like a bubble, the convention space isn't their own any more than the show they're realizing they lost, and frankly, who they lost to, and how.

So my no bullshit attitude on concern trolls needn't scare away comments and additions from new blogs. You see my reblog ironworked and mattzerella and geeky panic additions a lot, and it's not bc we have some. Secret Connection or whatever. It's that they get it. And they have good content that always improves my content.

So whether that be adding your voice to posts (some have expressed being shy due to 2po/scripthunt/crowded table's doxxing patterns, I get that), or joining the server--remember, the Clubhouse section is free and still a lot of content. Any hour of any day you can check the Events calendar and find at least a radio event if not a group watch, a stream, a movie, a meta discussion section, a day you can take over the radio yourself, whatever. There's a lot of room.

If you follow me because you recognize the difference of someone that's very war torn as a fandom vet that has reached his end goal and is over totalitarian bullshit flying around passing itself as discussion, when it's just the noise of a cause that already lost and is getting cleaned out--by all means. Add.

The server says there's an illusion of me as some rabid dog, when I'm just really FUCKING excited about barbeque, don't let anyone tell me how I should FUCKING talk or live, and do not let anyone fucking TOUCH anyone I FUCKING care about. And they realized their time is ticking on literally everything and for the first time in their lives, they're genuinely afraid, and good.

But if you aren't that kind of problem person? Come on in. The server will probably feel like home. Or add to my posts or DM me on tumblr, though I WILL ignore and block any blatant sock accounts for the same reason as everything else.

But if you're here, slowly finding peace with the show, and looking for a garden to enjoy it in, come on in to POLOL, or message me. I'm really just a teddy bear deep down. Thing is papa bear will rip an asshole's ass apart if he fucks around in his turf or with the baby bears he already didn't cull himself in his land. But if you ain't one of those people? I just wanna cuddle and simp and talk about Supernatural and jung.

If that sounds like you, reach out some way or another.

[fyodior]

read to me?

anon: "Ummm Dazai making you read poetry or some shit while he fucks you into the mattress- only letting you stop when you can't even form sentences anymore"

notes: this was an anon request from my old blog that i decided to finally write!! the poem is one of my favs, "a primer for the small weird loves" by richard siken. it doesn't have any significance to the fic i just like the poem. i highlighted the actual poetry to make it less confusing :). i didn't feel like editing this sorry besties enjoy ✧˖° ♡

18+ minors dni!!

song: touch tank by quinnie

“’So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes before knowledge, and you-’ holy fuck!” you moaned, one hand in Dazai’s hair while the other grips the book you held so tightly the pages creased.

“Keep going,” Dazai commanded, words muffled by your thighs. You whined, breath ragged, but did as you were told.

“’-and you want it dirty. And no one can ever f-f-‘ FUCK. ‘-figure out what you want-‘” your words were cut off by an involuntary gasp as Dazai swirled his tongue around your clit.

☆☆☆

This mess started about twenty minutes prior, when you and your boyfriend had been sitting quietly on the couch together, doing your own separate things. It was a lazy Saturday evening, the two of you relishing in having absolutely nothing to do. His head was in your lap as he watched a movie, while you read. He purred softly as you played with his hair, scratching his scalp. But soon he got bored, as Dazai does, and flips onto his back so he can look up at you.

“I’m bored,” he announced.

“That’s very unfortunate,” you replied, not taking your eyes off the book in front of you.

“What are you reading?”

“A book.”

Dazai whined, bringing his hand up to bat at the book.

“Hey!” You scoffed, as you lifted it above his head to get it out of his reach.

Dazai just whined even louder, pulling at your shirt like a little kid.

“My love, could you please entertain yourself without bothering me?”

You rolled your eyes as he kicked the air, doing anything he could to make you pay attention to him.

“Is your book more important than me, your handsome sexy boyfriend?” he pouted.

“Yes.”

He gasped dramatically at this and pretended to start crying. You groaned before finally looking away from the book, then hit him on the head with it. He oofed but laughed.

“Okay, asshole, you got my attention. What now?” You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost audible.

“Will you read to me?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.

“Will you stop being annoying if I do?”

He nodded vigorously. You sighed before picking the book back up, reciting the poem you had been reading when he decided to start being a monster.

“’The man on top of you is teaching you how to hate, see you as a piece of real estate, just another fallow field lying underneath him like a sacrifice.’”

As you read the poem out loud, Dazai flipped himself over so he was laying on his stomach, and began pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked with an accusatory voice, cutting yourself off mid-sentence.

“Just keep reading.”

You just sighed before continuing. Whatever, you thought.

“’He’s turning you back into a table so he doesn’t have to eat off the floor, so he can get comfortable, pr-‘ hey!”

Dazai had moved up to your inner thighs, biting at the soft skin. He continued to do this as he started to tug down your shorts and panties.

“Will you read to me while I eat you out?” Your eyes went wide at this, clearly confused. “You reciting poetry is a major turn on.”

You chuckled but agreed, not immune to Dazai’s stupid charm.

“’-pressing against you until he fits, until he’s made a place for himself…’”

You read on as he pulled your shorts off and licked your outer lips, making you shudder. He pushed your legs apart for better access, using his fingers to spread you open. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him just staring at your pussy almost in awe. The man truly worshipped everything about you.

“’The clock ticks from five to six…’”

He dove in headfirst, immediately shoving his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp. He tongue fucked you slowly, making it agonizing. It was embarrassing just how fast he could make you melt. He licked your walls hungrily, treating your pussy like it was dessert.

“'It isn’t over yet, it’s just begun…’”

He pulled his tongue out of you and licked a fat stripe up all the way to your clit and began sucking on it, sending shockwaves through your body. You paused reading briefly to throw your head back and groan. He lifted his head up to look at you, his mouth and cheeks already dripping wet from the mix of his saliva and your juices.

“Did I say you could stop?” he prompted, voice low. You weren’t sure when he transitioned from normal Dazai to horny bossy Dazai, but you were turned on.

“’Says to himself the boy’s no good. The boy’s just no good…’”

And that is how you arrived at the current scenario.

As he focused on sucking and nipping at your clit, he slipped in two fingers and began pumping them in and out of you. You hissed loudly, clenching around his fingers. He chuckled before adding a third finger and picking up the pace. No matter how many times you did it, there was just no other feeling like Dazai’s mouth and hands being on you at the same time. You could feel the motion of him rutting his hardening cock against the couch cushion, chasing the friction.

He used his free hand to spread apart your lips even wider so he could get his entire mouth over your swollen clit, using his tongue to better massage the hypersensitive area. You yanked on his hair as you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he sure as hell showed it.

“’But he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around…’”

Just as you were going to mention your approaching orgasm, Dazai pulled his mouth off of you. Before you could even look at him sideways, he was hovering over you, his own pants pulled off, and thrusted into you hard.

You screamed at the sudden fullness, tensing tightly around his throbbing cock. This pulled a loud moan from the man as he draped himself over you, crashing your lips together. He was rocking into you with increasing force, bottoming out with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his back to anchor yourself.

At this point you had forgotten about the book, though it was still stuck in your grip, but Dazai hadn’t.

“You keep reading until I say you can stop reading,” he growled.

He somehow had you in a trance as he fucked into you, giving in to his weird requests.

“’You, the now familiar boy, but you’re beautiful-‘”

“You are fucking beautiful,” Dazai interrupted, ducking his head down to bite at your neck. Your mind reeled as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, imagining the purple and blue that would likely arise the next day.

He stuck his hand up your shirt to knead the soft fat of your breast, squeezing hard before rolling your hard nipple in between his fingers.

“So fucking beautiful.”

The book fell out of your hand as he used his free hand and reposition your leg to get a better angle, fucking right into the spot he knew was right there. Your screams drowned out the sound of the book clattering to the floor.

Dazai seemed to think that you whimpering over his cock was an acceptable replacement for no longer reciting poetry, so he left you alone.

You clumsily ripped his shirt off his body so you could feel his bare skin. Wrapping your now free arms around him, you dug your nails into the meat of his shoulders as your senses were overwhelmed by the man currently inside you.

“Osamu!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, angel,” he replied with a wicked smirk on his face. Your head fell back onto the coach arm with a thud.

He continued to fuck into you with a quick rhythm as he shoved two fingers in your mouth, instructing you to suck on them. You obviously listened.

He began using his now wet fingers to massage your already very overstimulated clit, and it was only seconds before you reached your orgasm, screaming his name as he pressed kisses along your jaw. Not quite there yet himself, you laid there like a ragdoll as he thrusted into you, chasing his own high. He rocked in and out with such force you knew your pelvis would be bruised. But there was nothing like visible evidence of a really, really good fuck.

He slowed down as he came but continued to fuck his cum deep inside of you, the head of his cock grazing your cervix.

He fell on top of you, both of you breathless, sweaty messes. You lifted his head up with your hands to press a kiss to his forehead, making him smile.

“Guess I should read you poetry more often.”

[st4rbwrry]

DONT BE MEAN | eren yeager.

cw :: fem!reader, sneaky sex, oral, quickie, dirty talk, impact play, choking, black coded.

    "play with it," the eyes that were glued to the screen prior to his sly interruption were now burning madly into the teal irises of your boyfriend, a remote no longer in his hands, wanting to smack him for making you lose in zombies. they widen suddenly as eren reaches into his sweats to pull out his dick, moaning low in his throat from sensitivity. his head is cocked to the side, keeping his arm thrown over the back of the couch, shifting halfway down and spreading his legs.

   "are you fucking serious!" you whisper with anger. "dude, we could've made it to the next gate!"

   "fuck the gate, i want you to fuck me."

   "i—" really, he was something else. as blunt as he was, he managed to stun you each time. "i can't, my parents are upstairs, asshole!"

   as tempting as it was since he looked so damned good, and as much as you really wanted to, you couldn't. knowing you, both of you knowing you, and how loud you were, plus the two of you mixed? nope.

   "it's 3am, they're dead asleep."

   "exactly, it's three in the morning," you restate the obvious. "when are you leaving? aren't you tired?"

   "you want me to leave? hard—like this?"

   you swallow as he grins, waving his dick around like some sword. you catch his wrist to stop his fun. he sucks his teeth. “don't be mean."

   "you're aggravating," you roll your eyes.

   "you love it," he bites his lip. "come on, please baby."

   "fine," you groan, his little pleas getting to you as well as the way he's rubbing your thigh, reaching closer between your legs with a stern expression. "only because i want to. but don't be so loud."

   "can't promise," he cheekily grins, getting even more comfortable, his excitement making you shake your head.

   he’s studying you as you set down the controller and sit on your knees on the cushion, eren pulling the hair tie off his wrist and pulling your hair out of your face, giving him a soft kiss as a thank you. your ass is high in the air, giving him access to rub at, groaning once he feels your hand wrap around his cock, mouth already salivating, using that to spit over and spread it with your hand. his thigh twitches, gripping your ass harder and sighing with contentment as your mouth finally wraps around him, moaning and slicking your tongue over the underside of him, feeling the thick vein pulsate.

   “mmm,” his brows furrow, clasping a hand on your hair and slowly guiding you, gasping and rolling his eyes back as you bob your head while stroking your hand, taking him so well. you swallow him down until he hears his favorite noise, the sound of him hitting the base of your throat, moaning around him from your own pleasure. you got off on giving him head, many reasons why you could barely say no when he begged for it.

   turning your face to the side, you look up at him as your hands fondle with his balls, his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes dark as they can be, burning into your pretty features. you begin toying with him, the head of him poking at your cheek now, gliding your lips on the side of him while smiling. he laughs at you briefly, until you did something you knew he couldn’t stand. you dart your tongue out, slicking the point of it between the slit of his tip. eren jerks uncomfortably and you cover your mouth to shield your laughter.

   “fuck off!” eren grabs you and lays you flat, watching you giggle. this was so amusing for you, huh? he hated when you did that, mainly because it tickled. “keep thinking it’s a joke until i put my tongue in your ass. then you’ll know how it feels.”

   your eyes widen with terror. “i told you that zone is off limits.”

   “then stop licking my slit,” he’s stern about it, wide palms grabbing your hips, that burning lust still in his eyes.

   now you're laying flat on your stomach, shorts completely discarded, shying away from eren’s assault on your neck, trying not to laugh since you were so ticklish. his lips were wet and kissing up your spine, sucking at your shoulder, reaching under himself to heavily slap his dick against your ass repeatedly. he catches you rolling your eyes, having way too much fun with it.

   “don’t blame me if you’re too loud,” he teases.

   you suck your teeth, the irony. eren dominantly raised a brow from the sound.

   “the fuck was that?” he snarls.

   “what you just heard.”

   eren scoffs, clenching his jaw. “you know i don’t like that shit from you.”

   “it’s my mouth,” you pout, but he’s not having it. you loved messing with him.

   “you want it?” he taunts, slipping his fingers between your thighs, collecting your arousal. you squirm, raising your ass to give him access to your clit he teasingly rubbed the pads of his fingers against.

   “mm-hm,” your mouth drops open, drool building at the corner of your mouth, eren dipping two fingers into you, curling them, nudging that spongey spot deep within you. he finds it so easily. you gasp, walls clamping around them. he clicks his tongue, removing his fingers and spanking you hard, and when you go to wail out in pain, he slaps his hand over your mouth, a little harder than he was expecting but you didn’t mind.

   “i’m sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” eren drags his hand away, pinching your bottom lip as he leans over you so his face is completely in your view. his hair is tousled around, long, dark, and messy.

   “i want it, baby,” you whine, grinding back onto him.

   "turn your hips this way," he’s tugging you slightly to the side where the back of the couch faces. "like that, i can hit it just the way you like this way, baby."

   you see the shadow of his arm stretch above you, reaching over to grip onto the armrest, staying on his toes for leverage, cock long and hard enough for him to slip into you without the use of his hands. he grins as you cry out in shock, lifting your hips and clenching hard around him. he controls himself, slowly easing out to see how much you’ve coated his cock, dripping fucking wet already.

   “since you wanna be a disobedient slut—” eren muses, rolling his hips before slamming into you, pressing you down to limit your movement. cheek flat to the cushion, you stare hazily at the staircase leading up to the pitch black hallway, praying your parents didn’t hear a thing. you whimper. “guess i’ll fuck the respect back into you, yea?”

   it’s no mercy once he fucks you. he makes you illiterate, incomprehensible, high, everything in the fucking book. he’s so deep you can practically feel the bulge in your stomach, moaning into the couch as he grounds his cock deeply, thrusting without care of who’s in the house, aware of how badly you’re drooling, babbling, cursing his name.

   “i can't," you sob, reaching behind yourself to push his hips away somewhat.

   “yes you can," he hums, locking your wrist behind your lower back. “don’t act like you can’t take it. all those times your slutty pussy swallowed me deep, all of me, wouldn’t let me go—you know you got it.”

   eren doesn’t bother keeping you silent, those aren’t his parents upstairs he had to worry about. he was being a dick right now, he knew that, but when you used that smart ass tone with him there was no forgiveness—well, until he wanted to give it to you. in all honesty, even if he clamped his hand around your mouth, your vocal cords somehow found a way to enhance your sound. you were such a whiner, a screamer. he fucking loved it. his shirt is now between his teeth, holding the clothing piece up to see everything he wanted to. how drenched you were around his cock, his slim hips clashing with your ass, mesmerized by every jiggle. you notice his silence, and usually when he’s too quiet, other than his guttural moans, it means he’s close.

   another way you could tell is the hastened pace of his hips. he’s hitting harder now, the breath in your throat making you choke, clenching onto the sofa and burying your face to scream. his hand is on the back of your neck, eyes rolling back as he holds you down and fucks you harder, angrier, as if he had malice intent to bruise you, make you so sore you limp when you walk. it wasn’t anything new. eren was aggressive during sex, and you’ve learned to adapt to it. he fucked you like he hated you. there were no complaints to be made.

   “e-er—” fuck, you couldn’t even speak. you wished you could see his face contort beautifully as it always did. you’re glad he was a vocal person, hearing him breathlessly moan and whimper behind you as he neared his orgasm, hissing and slamming once more before stilling his hips against your ass, groaning with struggle as he pulled out and released onto your flush skin. he really hated pulling out, but he knew you didn’t like the feeling of it in you.

   he knows you’re not finished, regaining his strength and pulling his shirt entirely off of him, using it to wipe at your back before tossing it and flipping you onto your back. your face is disheveled, eren licking his lips at your fucked-out state, holding your thighs flat by your side and slipping back inside. you groan, covering your mouth as tears filled your wide eyes, reaching above yourself to claw at the arm of the couch.

   “say sorry or you can’t cum,” he says, grinding deep. “say it.”

   “i’m sorry,” it’s so desperate once it comes out, and of course, he’s satisfied by it, upping his chin proudly.

   “you’re sorry?” he breathes over your lips, aggressively locking them with your own, drinking in your sounds and pleas and hitting into you harder than before.

   “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you’re whining so loud, lost in his sweet lips, trembling beneath him. he tells you to cum all over him, and you do it before he gets to finish his sentence, crying out while still sloppily kissing him, eyes squeezed shut.

   “good girl,” he smiles, kissing your forehead, keeping you to his chest as your orgasm continues, hugging him with your arms over his shoulders.

   “you’re fucking annoying,” you groan into his chest, laughing with him after he spanks the side of your thigh, in sync, the two of you turn your heads towards the staircase, freezing in place at the sudden sight.

   the hallway lights were on.

[missluckycharms]

Could you do a smut at anne's house(harry's mum's house)????

Three Taps.

Summary: in which Y/N has to sneak into Harrys house at night to be alone with him and Harry loves hot chocolate with pink marshmallows.

A/N: this is a high school Harry x Y/N fic, both are eighteen in this, just keep that in mind as they are in high school but they’re of age.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Dom!Harry, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, gagging, dirty talk, Harry tends to be a sarcastic asshole even when they’re doing the devils tango.

Word count: 3.4K

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Three taps.

Thats what Harry told Y/N to do, tap three times on his bedroom window and he’d let her in. It’s been their code every few nights when she would sneak over to his house, or he would sneak into hers. Sure, they’re both eighteen, but as all parents say “my house, my rules” so they have to abide by that, kind of.

The pair have only been dating for a little over six months now, both of them graduating soon and moving away for college, but they’ll work around that when the time comes, for now, they have have to work around how Harry can fuck his girlfriend just the way they like, without his Mum waking up and finding them both in bed together, that wouldn’t be a pretty picture Harry thinks.

He’s on red alert, Y/N texting him nearly ten minutes ago saying she successfully snuck out and is now on her way over, the walk to his house is usually fifteen minutes, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll do anything to spend time with Harry — the same Harry who would fold someone up like a pretzel and shove them in a locker if they called him a name, but if Y/N did it, she would get a small smirk and a wink, knowing exactly what hers and only hers punishment was for that.

Harry is a complicated person, to his friends he’s nice - ish, to strangers he looks cold and like he would use you as his skateboard face down on the tarmac if you looked at him wrong, sure he would do that — but he’s not like that under all his rough exterior, he has a warm heart and loves squishy cuddles, and he also loves marshmallows in his hot chocolate, but only Y/N sees that side of him — he only allows her and his Mum to see that side of him. It took him a long time to actually soften up to her, the girl being persistent that she knew what he was really like, he’d shrug and laugh it off saying she was crazy, but when him and his Mum got into an argument and he showed up to Y/N’s house at nearly two in the morning, soaking from the rain and his cheeks tear stained — she knew he finally let down all his walls, he needed her and she gave him what he needed in that time, a hug and a mug of hot chocolate with pink only pink! Marshmallows.

Ever since he opened up to her that night, sipped on her heavenly made hot chocolate, he knew that he could always be safe with her, he would always know that she’s there when he needs her most and visa versa. They’re deemed the “odd couple” in school due to Harry being so cold and Y/N being the slightly quiet and lovable girl who would rather hug someone to death than shove them in a locker and leave them there, but somehow their differences only draw them together and make them one of the best couples there is, they balance one another out — Harry brings out Y/N’s crazy and adventurous side while Y/N brings out Harrys soft and calm side, opposites attract, and they’re living proof of it happening.

He jumps when the small three taps are heard at his window, his body immediately kneeling up and pulling across his curtains, looking down at her stood in his front garden with a hand full of small pebbles from his Mums flower garden (she always returns them) she’s smiling up at him, his own body on his bed right next to his window as he peers down at her, clad in his red baggy hoodie and her black leggings, her hair poking out from the hood of the hoodie as she waits for him to open the window.

“Ladder is by the gate baby” he whispers loudly down to her, she barely hears as she nods, making her way towards the back gate leading to their garden. She grabs it, making sure to not fall or it will wake his Mum up. Harry is practically hanging out the window when she rests the ladder against the wall, looking up at him as she wipes her forehead ridding the sweat.

“Sometimes, I think you only do this so I’ll get off my ass and actually work out” she grumbles falling in through his window and onto his bed, his laugh low as he pulls her jelly like body in, her laughs coming out as pants as he rests her down onto his pillow before shutting his window quietly, his ears on high alert for any movements from his Mums room across the hall.

“You’re just a lazy bum, sometimes I think you may pass out if you walk too much” he jokes looking down at her as she rolls her eyes, pulling down the hood and freeing her hair.

“I hate you. Fuck me, is your heating on?!” She says pulling his hoodie from her body, throwing it onto the floor and leaving her in only a sports bra and leggings, Harrys eyes widening at how easily she slipped it off and laid back down with no care in the world.

“Mum likes to keep it on, apparently her toes get cold in the night no matter what time of year it is” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to hover over her, forearms on either side of her head as she bites her lip smiling up at him giddily.

“No wonder you sleep naked, feels like a furnace” she jokes as Harry hums kissing her neck, her eyes rolling back at the feeling as she wraps her legs around his waist, their crotches grinding down on one another’s as they breath heavily trying to avoid moaning loudly — they both found out they love being vocal in bed, one day Harry was home alone and him and Y/N practically screamed down the house, he’s surprised Mrs Walker next door didn’t ring the police.

“Need to be quiet for me baby, okay?” He says whispering in her ear, her breathy moans being masked by his neck, her lips all over him as he rolls his head back, allowing her more access as she bites and nips at his skin, leaving behind marks that he’ll have to steal some of his Mums makeup to mask over when he’s walking around.

“Should be saying that to you, mister loud mouth” she jokes in a whisper by his ear, her lips sucking on his lobe is what causes him to bury his head in her neck to groan lowly from his chest, his hips rutting down into hers as they both roam one another’s bodies with their lips and hands.

“Very smart mouth for a girl who prefers it to be stuffed full of m’cock” he moans back, her lips now sucking and licking over his sweet spot just under his ear lobe, her own moan muffled by his skin as he shuts his eyes and looks up to the ceiling allowing her to kiss him further, her lips leaving a burning trail down his neck and over his collar bones — his favourite place to give and receive hickies on.

“Harry, shut up and just do something” she says annoyed, frustrated at her boyfriend who always choose to tease her with sarcastic remarks, he knows it riles her up and he loves that, he loves how needy and angry she gets when he grinds his clothed cock down onto her making sarcastic remarks and softly degrading her slowly as she grows wetter and wetter at his movements and words.

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby” he laughs kissing down her torso, his hands immediately shrugging off her bra with her help, and then he slowly pulls down her leggings along with her panties, leaving kisses on the spaces he makes bare and small hushed complements against her skin as he takes her all in under the light of his ten year old soccer ball shaped light hanging from the ceiling above them.

She’s a squirming mess under him, his lips instantly attaching to her clit as she bends her legs, resting her legs over his shoulders as he holds onto her outer thighs, the grip probably marking her skin as he devours her on his bed, his eyes looking up at her biting down on her lip, her hands grabbing a pillow and shoving it over her face to muffle her moans, Harry can hear them slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head as she shakes and squeezes her legs around his head.

“Come on baby, need to see you” he says slipping two fingers into her but not moving, the pillow coming away from her face as she looks at him in her usual fucked out state, glassy eyes and messed up hair.

“H, I can’t, I need to have it over me” she says referring to the pillow, her body shaking as Harry begins to slowly move his fingers in and out of her, stretching her as she drips down his fingers, the sound of his movements in her cunt causing him to press down his hips onto his bed to relieve himself a little.

“Put y’pretty panties in y’mouth baby” he says slurred from pleasure, his own hair a curly mess as his lips become more swollen and spit covered from how harsh he’s eating her out. He takes her panties in one hand, reaching up and rolling them into her mouth, instructing her to bite down on the white lace fabric before he’s back between her legs eating her out.

She’s moaning around the fabric of her panties, her drool wetting the lace as she tugs on Harry’s curls, his moans deep and raspy in her cunt as he keeps his eyes on hers that are threatening to close every second, the slaps he sends to her thighs cause her to open them back up and keep contact with him, his smile devious as he purposely sucks on her clit when she’s close, knowing it ruins her when he does that — he loves to watch her struggle to bite back her moans, the pair of them feeling the rush of nearly being caught everytime one of them make a loud moan or move too quickly which causes his headboard to slap a little off the wall behind it. He’s lapping up all her juices and her moans she’s muffling, her body shaking as he finally brings her to her first high of the night, his fingers not stopping as he rides her through it, kisses being placed to her thighs as she finally calms down, tears brimming her eyes and a lazy smile around her panties that are clutched between her teeth.

“Doing okay baby? Need me to take these out?” He asks crawling back up her body her hands immediately tangling back in his hair as she nods, letting him pull the soaked panties from her mouth, his mouth drooling at the sight of them in his hands.

“Gonna be able to take my cock without being gagged? Or will ya need to have your pretty lace panties back between your teeth?” He teases her, her eyes hooded with pleasure as she scratches her nails down his chest and stomach making the muscles under his skin flex with the slight burn of the marks she’s leaving behind.

“Want you to ruin me, may need them back in between my teeth” she says breathlessly, a slight smirk on her lips as he groans at her words, grabbing the panties and placing them in his own mouth, bending down and feeding them into her mouth, her own teeth clasping them as they leave his mouth, his tongue licking over her lips as she looks up at him with her glassy doe eyes.