#impure Jake thoughts

[jakesguitarsolo]

IMPURE JAKE THOUGHT —

NSFW/SMUT 18+ only below the cut

Don’t imagine that after a long, rough day at work Jake offers to give you a massage with lavender oil to relieve some of your stress.

Don’t imagine that you’re laying flat face down as he straddles your legs, and he’s using his beautifully skilled hands and fingers on your upper back and neck to get the knots out.

Don’t imagine that you can feel Jake slowly get hard with each quiet, involuntarily whimper and moan that leaves your mouth from how incredible his hands feel on you.

Don’t imagine that you notice Jake only using one hand on you, until all of a sudden you feel his bare cock nudge against your ass.

Don’t imagine that he works his hands down your lower back to your cheeks, spreading you open as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock, now lathered up in oil, inside your pussy until he’s buried all the way in.

Don’t imagine that he begins to slide in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace as he continues your massage like nothing else is happening.

Don’t imagine him leaning down to gently kiss the shell of your ear and whisper, sending shivers all over your body, “Just lay there, relax, and take it. Gonna take real good care of my pretty girl, mmkay?”

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

I'm having some thoughts...

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Thinking about cocky Jake being tied to a chair

[daughterof-aphrodit]

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 -𝐄𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧

Jay, he's a great daddy, he'll do anything to see his girl happy. He'll spoil her so much, to the point of making her naughty. But he knows very well how to put her in her place again. With just a few spanks, you'll be behaving again.

“Come on, my love… You know that if you forget the number I'll be forced to start over…” - he says, caressing your head.

You're lying on his lap, with your little butt facing up. Your flesh is already marked by the palm of his hand. And you've already lost count of how many spanks you've received…

“T-twelve, that was twelve…” You answer him with a shaky voice.

“Tsk…, wrong again, little girl. I think someone isn't trying hard enough here…” - As he finishes the sentence, he slaps you especially hard.

It was the second time you'd forgotten the spank count, and Jay was starting to get frustrated. And you were getting more and more excited, you could feel your pussy getting wet, begging for attention.

When Jay slapped your wet area, you could only moan with pleasure, and you were afraid that if you slapped it again and again, you would cum without his permission.

Sunoo, he would be more than happy to be your personal toy. He lives to please you. So you want him naked waiting for you in bed? He will be there. Do you want him to use a vibrator in public? He will.

He will try his best not to cum in public and make things worse, but poor boy, he won't be able to hold back. In a few minutes he will be whispering breathlessly in your ear, begging for mercy.

"Baby… I can feel another orgasm coming on, please let's go home, hmm? What do you think?" He asks you with those beautiful eyes.

When you get home, you put him on your lap, and spread kisses all over the boy's body, but leaving him frustrated for not being touched as he wanted. But Sunoo is too shy to ask you to touch his cock. So he waits for your good will to touch his needy cock.

Jake, he loves being tied up by you. And he loves it even more when you ride him doing it. It's actually a love-hate feeling.

The way your breasts move while you ride him is something magnificent. Jake loves seeing this scene in front of him. He almost drools at the sight in front of him. And not being able to touch six beautiful breasts makes him extremely frustrated. But it's such a good feeling, he can't explain it. But if you want to finish the boy off. Put a blindfold on his eyes, and you'll see his desperation.

"Baby… I beg you, please take this crap off my eyes. I need to see you…" - It was already the third time in less than ten minutes that he asked you.

You just laugh at his desperation, and lean towards his ear to whisper.

"I told you to behave earlier today…."

Poor Jake.

Niki, one day you told him that you liked to feel pain. And that triggered several impure thoughts in him. Several scenarios where he uses you and your body. Scenarios where you find yourself all marked.

So he made an unusual purchase, which became one of your favorite toys. Nipple clamps. God, only he knows how hot you look wearing them.

The first time he put one of the clamps on your nipple, you let out such an obscene sound that Niki became addicted to it. He loves the way they make you more sensitive and excited, and from that moment on, it became a habit of his to fuck you while you wear the clamps.

“Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful you look with them, baby….” - He says as he touches your chest, to move the clamp, an action that causes a loud moan from you.

You haven’t even done anything, but he’s already hard just from seeing your nipples clamped.

Sunghoon, he loves denying your orgasms. He loves the frustrated expression you make every time he takes the vibrator away from your sensitive spot. He loves the way you whimper at him. And he also doesn't miss the small tears of frustration forming in your eyes after your fourth denied orgasm.

And that's how you find yourself at the moment.

You're tied up, wearing beautiful lingerie, and with a vibrator on your clitoris.

The vibration is spectacular and causes a feeling of euphoria throughout your body as your orgasm approaches. But the euphoria soon ends when Sunghoon takes the toy away from you.

"Don't make that face, baby…." - he says, caressing your cheeks, caressing them.

"P-please…. - you say.

"Please, what?"

“L-let me cum, sir…I promise I’ll be good…”

Her sweet request draws a sadistic smile from Sunghoon.

It looks like the night is going to be long…

Heeseung, maybe he's a little obsessed with the idea of ​​overstimulation. How he loves to see your legs shaking after your third orgasm. And how your soft skin is now covered in sweat, the beautiful sounds you make when he buries his cock in you again.

He wants to fuck you in every possible position, and he needs you to cum in every one of them. And for that he uses all the toys he can.

He asks you to hold the vibrator on your clit while he fucks you mercilessly. He wants to use a paddle on you to make your body more sensitive, before fucking you. He'll tie you up and eat you out. Hee Seung is very creative when it comes to ways to make you cum.

"Come on baby, I know you can give me one more…" - He says as one hand pulls your hair and the other rests on your waist to help with the thrusts.

"I don't know i-if I can" - Your voice is muffled by the pillow.

You are still on all fours, as Heeseung keeps you in that position, as your legs have already given way a few times. And you have already lost count of how many times you have come. At this moment your mind cannot think….

Jungwon, this hottie is in love with your body. And he can't keep his hands off it. It's like a magnet attracts him to you.

And he's so sensitive to you. Any slightly provocative act you do makes him hard. Poor boy.

When you go to sleep at night, and you accidentally touch your ass against his dick, he's hard in no time. If you whisper something dirty to him in public, he gets hard.

And you love taking advantage of him for this, doing things that you know will drive him crazy. A good example of this is: 7 days without being able to touch you.

Jungwon had been a brat the last few days, and you didn't know what to do with him anymore. So you decided to play dirty and get to his weak spot, you.

Today it's been 3 days since he's been able to touch you, and he feels like he's going to go crazy. On the first day, he got on his knees and begged you for forgiveness, he said he would behave. On the second day he had an erotic dream about you sitting on his face, and he woke up with his pants tight. And today you decided to be naughty.

You are lying in bed touching yourself, while your lover is only allowed to watch. He is gagged and tied beautifully to a chair.

You've been in this situation for a few minutes and Jungwon is already in total despair. He tries to ask for forgiveness and mercy from you, but the panties in his mouth don't let him speak properly.

Poor boy, it's going to be a long night.

[yeonmuse]

— Bloodlust 18+

IN WHICH, Heeseung absolutely hates knowing that Sunghoon and Jake got to have you in ways he’s been thinking about since the day the two of you met. Its gotten him to a point where he can no longer hold himself back or resist his urges.

( pairing) - vampire!Heeseung x f!r 1.8kwc + smut. not proofread!! 3rd pov Contains!! Mentions of blood/sexual themes/possesive heeseung [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

🔖 @jwonistic @bubblytaetae @pkjay @planetmarlowe @dreeki @butterflywonz @lillotus17 @squiishymeow @river-demon-slayer @jiamini @sol3chu @right-person-wrong-time

**Jake and Sunghoons parts can be found in my library **

As you made your way down the stairs you could hear four voices speak from the corridor. Those voices belong to none other than Jake, Jay, Heeseung, and Sunoo who seemed to be having a heated discussion. As your eyes set on Jake, heat flushed to your cheeks at the dream you had of him last night, or at least you thought it to be a dream. As his eyes locked with yours a smirk decorated his lips and this didn’t go unnoticed by a certain black haired vampire that watched as your figure disappeared from the corridor and out to the garden fountain out back. As you had been lost in your thoughts, recollecting memories of what had occurred last night you were immediately pulled from them as you heard his voice behind you.

“So Jake got to you first? A little upsetting.” His words had made you freeze up in his spot, how had he even known about Jake?

“Well was it fun..did you like it?’’ he asked menacingly, walking circles around you as you stood confused at his words.

“Did you like it…Hm? The way he touched you while your pretty blood spilled onto his lips.’’ His words made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the memories to once again flood your mind.

“I-” you couldn’t bring yourself to speak a word nor lie about it because somehow they always knew what you were thinking. You did indeed enjoy it, despite wanting to not like it, to not admit that you wanted them touching you. Your body had shown such a different sign. A smirk decorated his lips as he took your silence and your impure thoughts as an answer to his question. His hand immediately met your waist and his nose traced over your neck. To him your blood smelled so sweet and it seemed to be evident why Jungwon found it hard to control himself.

He licked a slit up your neck and this earned a soft cry from you. Now that you were fully awake and aware of what had been occurring it made it all the more pathetic that you were once again falling into one of their clutches so easily. He liked that you couldn’t resist, he liked that you couldn't get yourself to move away from him.

“Is it this easy? All I have to do is fuck you for you to give me what is rightfully mine? Well you sit pretty then and i’ll treat you far better than Jake did last night.” his hand met your neck and he held a tight grip as his fangs grazed your ear.

“My room tonight, if you aren’t there then i’ll find you in your own chambers and i’ll keep you up the entire night draining the blood from your pretty body.” Once he let go and left you alone you found yourself releasing a breath you didn’t even know you had held in.

Later that night you found yourself hovering in front of his door like a coward. Though part of you was frightened at what he would do to you if you didn’t obey, there was another half of you that found excitement in his words. Yes they were vampires and that scared you but they were also handsome men that made your thoughts absolutely impure. No matter how scared Heeseung made you, his heir of authority made your knees weak whenever he spoke to you. You weren't sure if that made you a whore but in the moment you didn’t exactly care.

“Will you stand outside the door or will you be a good girl and come inside?’’ his voice sent chills down your spine as you realized he had sensed your presence on the opposite side of the door. You pushed the door open and entered the room silently before closing it and locking it behind you as told.

“You’re such an obedient little girl.’’ he chuckles and pushes himself up from the bed before walking circles around you. Without even having warned you he lifted you up by your thighs and sat you upon a nightstand next to the mirror. He placed himself between your thighs and rested his face in your neck. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you waited for him to make a move on you. Suddenly there was a change in his ruby colored eyes as he took a palm full of your hair into his hand and yanked your head back.

“Do you know how much of a hassle you've been doll? You’ve made things so difficult since that first day then Sunghoon introduced all of us, and to let Jake touch you too? I'll erase any remnants of their touch from your beautiful body, so be good for me yeah?’’ with those words he dug his fangs into the exact spot on your neck where Jake had all while ripping your clothes from your body. You immediately grew embarrassed as your entire body was now exposed but before you could even reach down to cover yourself he grabbed your wrist.

“Try that again and i'll wake up the entire house and suck you dry right in front of them.’’ a whine spilled from your lips at his words and rather than fear his threat only sparked an ache between your thighs. his bloodstained lips then moved down to your wrists where Sunghoon had drank from days ago. He seemed to be truly serious about erasing any marks the two of them had left behind. He then moved between your thighs and you gasped as your back leaned against the cold mirror while he worked his way up your legs now aiming to erase the mark that Jake had left upon your thighs. The taste of your blood had him in a trance, he loved the way you tasted on his lips and he wanted to savor it, but most of all he now wanted to replace the feeling of Jake between your thighs, he wanted to leave you with the empty feeling of him and he wouldn't be satisfied until you were begging him to take you. Standing from between your legs he shoved down his pants unable to hold back his urge to have you begging for him.

And so he slid the tip of his cock between your folds and groaned at the sound that spilled from your lips in response. Heeseung Felt like he could conquer the world in this minute. He had you in this moment and you were his. You were so fucking beautiful under him with your legs spread and mouth wide open spilling imperities, your legs coated with the crimson of your purity. You pulled him down to kiss you. Heeseung, although taken aback, wasn't going to stop you. He could feel how eager you were for him to do more and as much as he wanted to tease you further he couldn't even control his own desire to have you. You heard a low growl as he came to a halt. Your back relaxed against the mirror and you looked up at him who was now hovering over you, his lips stained by your blood.

Carrying you over to his bed he took a seat before plopping you down onto his lap. You were dripping wet making it easy for him to get in your tight frame. He lifts you up only to push you back down right onto his cock. As soon as he felt the clenching of your walls it twitched inside you. Your tightness was so intense to him that he has not given you any time to adjust to his size. He mercilessly thrusted into you and your head fell back as he leans down and his lips attack your breasts. His fangs grazing over your nipple every now and then sent chills up your spine. You had nearly forgot what he was despite the fact that the way he had been fucking you was inhumane.

“D-dammit” you breathlessly mumbled.

“Enjoying yourself?” Heeseung moaned into your skin a soft chuckle spilling from his lips from the way you whine for him to move faster. You reached for his hair and pulled his head back so that you could kiss him deeply, a taste like metallic touched your tongue, which you were sure to be your own blood. He moaned into the kiss, his hip movements now becoming more aggressive as he felt the way you tightened around him. Your moans work as a motivator for him to go even deeper. Your gargled cries and pleas were enough to prove to him that he was doing exactly as he wanted to.

“Was it like him with this ? Did he treat your body this well sweetheart?’’ Your lack of response angered him and he dug his nails into your cheeks as he grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. For him this was a sight to behold, your mouth hung open as you sat in his lap all pretty and fucked out.

“Answer me angel.’’ his words came out as a low growl as he fucked into you mercilessly making it even harder for you to have responded to him.

“No” you were finally able to choke out amidst the many impure sounds that spilled from your lips. He couldn't help but smirk at your words. Jake may have had you moan his name a time or two but he had you right here all fucked out and moaning for him to use you like a pretty little fucktoy.

“I want you to cum for me sweetheart. Can you do that for me hm pretty angel? ” he once again bit down on your shoulder and groaned as the sweet nectar-like liquid spilled onto his tongue all while your moans filled his room. Your climax was coming and your breathing became erratic. Heeseung sensing it put you onto your back and harshened his thrusts pushing into you harder than before. He teased your nipples as you melted for him and came with you. Both your bodies riding out your highs as one, the sound of your bodies colliding being the only ones to fill the room. As you both came down from your highs he stayed in you twitching at the slightest move you made. He lay over you leaning on his arms and stroked your head.

“Such a good girl, you look so pretty this way all fucked out beneath me.’’ His eyes traced over your body, all fucked out covered in sweat and your own blood that spilled from the wounds his fangs had left upon your body. “If you allow Jake to even attempt at erasing my marks ill fuck you every single day until you and him both get the message.”

[semischarmed]

Hunter, Part 2

In the past few days, you’ve turned your neighbor into your own hedonistic puppet. Hunter’s major life changes were a shock to friends and family alike, but they were ultimately supportive as they helped you, his “new boyfriend”, move into your new apartment together. It only turned you on even more to see them cheer and congratulate Hunter, when you maneuvered his body into leaning over to kiss you sensually while your hand cups his right ass cheek possessively. You drew that particular kiss out, partially because he just tasted that good, and partially to goad Hunter.

Next came everything else- bank accounts, social media, Hunter made you a piece of all of it. 

“You’re not gonna get awa-w….” Hunter’s body shudders before it lick’s its lips, laying a seductive stare on you. “Coming to bed, babe?” You knew that part always killed him. You make him watch as you don his recently used gym clothes, still reeking of his sweat and warm with his latest session. You take a quick whiff, enjoying the feeling of his sweat glide across your flesh and his scent permeate into you. 

The raw, sharp stench of his used compression clothing hung heavy in the room but it wasn’t like Hunter was any better. These past few days were some of the most tiring for him- you loved making his flesh work out, loved the scents and grime he caked himself with, and ultimately decided to keep his body from showering. Hunter probably reeked to everyone else, but he smelled perfect to the only person allowed to matter in his life.

You slide up to him in bed, forcing him to wrap tone arms and legs around you like a warm blanket of flesh. He holds his phone up to your face, letting it unlock as he loads up his Instagram. Hunter was still somewhat connected to his University’s frat, so you had many options.

You make him lick your cheek seductively. You shuddered. “I wanna know what it feels like… To take one of my bros, to watch the betrayal in their eyes while I jam them full of our seed.” Immediately, Hunter wrestles back control, only managing to whimper. Inside him, you can feel your joint seed- the worms you initially used to infect him writhe and wriggle in pleasure. 

You grab the phone, turning to the side as you continue to scroll through his Instagram. Meanwhile, you make Hunter touch himself, self-pleasuring until he reaches climax. You squirm in pleasure as he releases, feeling his body’s pleasure as an extension of yourself. His cum instantly solidifies. Instead of worms, your slithering offspring together expand in size, taking on a more snake-like appearance. You let one flow into your mouth, intending to let it settle in your body like a spring-loaded trap in case you needed a new puppet. You savor the flavor of the singular snake while forcing Hunter to swallow the rest of the serpents. Mmmmm. Tastes just like Hunter.

Hunter convulses as your offspring together reintegrate into his being. Without acknowledging his spasming form, you pull up one of the current members of his old frat. 

“Jake. Junior. Sports Medicine. ATO… Looks like he has a personal training course. What do you think?” You ask the shaking Hunter. You see the veins on his temples enlarge in struggle and his face flush red.

“F-F…. Fuck Yeah”.

- - - - -

“Hey man. You sure you wanna do this in the forest?” Jake asked. So far, that only emotion you've seen come across his face is mild disinterest.

“Yeah…” you reply coolly through Hunter. God it turned you on just hearing his voice relay your thoughts. Hunter gagged internally. He stewed in disgust at feeling his own body act so naturally despite your impure intentions.

You can tell from Jake’s willingness to accommodate, you must have been one of his first clients. It was pretty clear why. Though popular, he wasn’t particularly charismatic. He’s posted at least one or two others- members of his own frat, but you wonder how many other actual clients he had. It was likely not much, considering how easy it was to convince him to agree to start the session the middle of the forest. 

You readjusted in your seat, trying to hide your growing boner. Corrupting Hunter’s own secret spot into a trap laid out for Jake brought its own unique pleasure, but having to force his body to drive made it difficult to keep your own emotions at bay. You internally thank how little of your actual intention leaked. Hunter’s sincerity was one of his best traits, and you readily dispensed it at will, turning it into your own personal weapon.

Deeper and deeper, you drive Hunter to guide your party into the woods. Getting to the remote location felt even longer than before, perhaps due to your excitement. You look at your phone in glee as signal slowly dwindles. Eventually, your party stops at the water’s edge. You admire your handiwork as you look in satisfaction at the sheer stillness in Hunter’s Lake. 

“Uh, so you’re actually already pretty built but we can still work on bulking you up.” His lips follow a flat smile, but his eyes betray his lack of interest. “You said you wanted to get jacked? What about your friend over there?” You smile a little at his nonchalance. It was almost cute seeing him try to secure another client. Oh Jake, I can’t wait to use that tight bod to get ourselves some more ‘clients’.

“My boyfriend”, you correct him through Hunter. “Is just here to watch... I l-like it when he watches”. You anticipate Jake’s reaction to this bizarre response, but the only change in his somewhat bored expression is a slight raise in his eyebrows. Hunter’s face is forced to mimic your sinister glee. Too easy. 

“Sure bro, whatever floats your boat…” he relays back with a tone that feels like an eye roll. “Just saying, he could probably really benefit from this program.” Bored eyes survey your main body up and down. “I can make you strong, bro”. That brings a filthy smile to your face. 

“You’re about to”, you moan.

Jake looks slightly confused for second, but his attention immediately focuses on Hunter’s approaching form, hands placed across his flesh, raking every piece of himself in pleasure. 

“W-“ Jake is cut short as he is pushed several feet back into the lake water below. Amusement paints your face. Evidently, you underestimated the strength bound in Hunter’s body. 

In more emotion than you’ve ever seen him have, the frat bro seizes at the sharp drop in temperature, yelping before he feels his heart drop and face turn pale. Slithering. All over him. He looks around in shock at a mass of serpents, coiling and writhing beneath the once-still water. You could tell he had a sixth sense for their unnatural nature. Too little too late. 

Water splashes everywhere as Jake makes a beeline for shore. He chokes on the lake water a little and stumbles out but he does make it. Jake continues running inland despite being covered in snakes, hoping to flee into the forest. He slowly trudges to a halt, pinned upright as your snakes continue swirling around him.

True to Hunter’s name, you had booby-trapped the water during a previous visit, forcing his body to the brink as it deposited wave after wave of your joined semen. As soon as his seed left his warm flesh, it instantly solidified together, forming sizable serpents. Quite the upgrade from those worms.

Even now, you continue through Hunter, forcing him to pump his dick and blow out another load of your serpentine offspring. His eyes go glassy as they combine into larger forms. This time, they slither around Hunter’s flesh. His eyes fall on the helpless Jake, blinking once in sincere dread before you moan. As you do, his face twitches in discomfort until he is forced to moan as well, bringing a shaking hand back over his dick to pump out another load. And another still. Wave after tireless wave of snakes. Each wave adds to the one before, growing your snake larger and larger, until one several feet long is coiling itself around Hunter. 

You were up to your fifth wave of offspring now. Jake is staring in horror, trying to escape the writhing clutches of your previous trap. Hunter’s body is past its limits. He’s slack-jawed, mouth agape and chest coated in waves of drool. He exudes a thick, pungent sheen of sweat. Your eyes lazily fall back on the personal trainer. 

Jake too is drenched in sweat and struggle and slick with the hybrid cum of you and your previous hunt. He continues to look in fear at the barely conscious, tired beyond measure Hunter. Hunter is still reeling from what his body was just puppetted into doing. In this state, there’s no fight left in your “boyfriend’s” mind. He was only strung up into lucidity by the web of your cells in folds of his brain. 

You will your own body unconscious, feeding the full stream of your thoughts into your hot neighbor. Despite the refinement in control, you still feel the slightest lag, slight delay in each movement. But with this new level of control, you feel blood rushing into his sore dick. His height alone was already a shift from your previous body. Longer, stronger limbs at your beckoning. You feel them brimming with power. Every sensation, every breath through his lungs felt grounding. Without Hunter inside wrestling for control, every movement felt more precise, every sense more vibrant. Hunter’s body resonates with your mind, feeling more like an extension of yourself. You strip yourself, taking your time to enjoy the new sensations.

You blink through Hunter’s tired eyes, boring his hazel irises into Jake’s, and smirk. “Don’t worry. You’re so big… I bet you can take all of us.” You drop to your knees, laying the large serpent into the ground. 

You give Jake a show, starting to hump the air. With each thrust, your serpentine offspring begin to coil further and further around the whimpering Jake. “Please!” He screams. “What do you want? Money? I’ll give you anything, bro!” He shouts as he tries to shake off the snakes. “I-I don’t wanna die” he states in panic. 

You walk up and lean Hunter’s face up to his cheek, your puppet’s warmth like a blanket over his body. You breathe out hot damp air through Hunter lungs. Jake slightly winces at your proximity. “You’re not gonna fucking die, bro”. You lick the side of his face. Salty. “Would be such a waste of that delectable bod”. You can feel Hunter’s consciousness begin to reemerge. He tries to wriggle back control, his disgust apparent. He’s revolted at what’s become of him. Once kind. Once normal. Now depraved. Now yours. You wield him with little care. With a cockiness and a cruelty that paid no respect to the man he once was. “Look at this fucking hunk. This puppet. This meatsuit.” You let your Hunter-bound dick gently graze Jack’s abdomen while moaning out through his deep voice. “Does he look dead to you?”

“No, You’re gonna live. And I’m gonna live. With you… In you. Through. You.” With that, you position Hunter out of the way as your largest offspring slithers its way into the convulsing Jake.

Jake starts hyperventilating as it inches closer and closer into his bound form. You ball your Hunter’s hand into a fist. The snakes already surrounding his flesh tighten even further. He gasps as the first cum-drenched serpent pokes at his ass. He looks back as you start to feed it in, shaking as he tries to control his pleasure when it rushes past his prostate.  

With his mouth slightly open, you feed foot upon foot of yourself. He tries to retch, but that only gives more space for the snake to slip even further into him. 

Once half of the large serpent is comfortably inside, you will the rest of the snakes up his asshole. Jake shudders, unable to fully vocalize his screams. He falls to the ground in a dull thud, convulsing while his body is forced to accommodate the extra mass of your offspring. You hear creaks and groans in his flesh, chest and stomach distended and writhing with your offspring.

Jake is reduced to soft squelching noises when the last of the large serpent slips in, sealing his fate. His shaking hands grip his neck as he tries to fight off the intrusion. He’s far too late, however. He thrashes in the ground, kicking dirt as two snakes slip between his muscle fibers. You entrench yourself into the man, willing more serpents into the folds of his extremities before making them burst back into Hunter-enhanced cum. 

He whimpers, back arching in unnatural angles as you weave the largest serpent into the deepest parts of his body. He eventually quiets into stillness. Unable to move out of fear. It’s only for a moment, however. A splashing sound is heard from deep within his flesh as you explode the snake and coat most of his insides with your seed. You feel your cells begin to hijack his, merging and imposing you into his body. 

You feel your main body stir to life, panting. Hunter’s naked body immediately drops to the ground, unconscious. Controlling these snakes seems to take a lot out of you. You look back at Jake. You still lack fine control of his body. This body is strong too. You feel his muscle fibers fight you, defying your commands through sheer force of will. You lick your lips, causing the sleeping Hunter to do the same. Manipulating both bodies felt like its own workout, especially when they resist. You instead focus more attention on your latest capture.

You wrap one snake around one of his vocal cords and bite. A strand of drool escapes slightly parted lips as his mouth moves with sluggish rigidity. With other bits of control. you clumsily force him to strip. Veins pop around his neck and his face contorts in pain. As you wrap another snake around more of his vocal cords, he relents his voice to you. “I can already tell this body’s a fuckin alpha.” God it felt good to puppet Jake. He twitches in struggle and then pats his abs. They don’t move at all from his hand but they ripple intensely with the writhing of the flesh you lodged inside him. His lips quiver but he is eventually forced to smile- and then a cocky flex. It feels entirely foreign coming out of him. 

A few of your serpents slip into his balls, coiling and coating them with the mix of Hunter’s seed and your own. Hunter already had potency, but you could tell Jake was on another level. You wanted it. All of it. All of him. You inject yourself into every piece of his seed factory, and Jake seizes as he feels his future surrender to you. He feels a wrongness to his core, as you root into his very essence, his potential legacy. Jake sticks his tongue out in your delirious pleasure. He pulls up to your main body, grinding into you while smearing testosterone laden sweat all over your body. “That’s fuckin right. Get in me. All of it. This body- my baby batter’s yours. Inject us into my friends. My family…” He moans. 

Another snake wedges into the folds of his brain before biting. A mix of your cum and Hunter’s floods his mind. Jake grips his head in pain as he’s forced to surrender every thought, feeling, dream he’s ever had. You move your offspring in sync to perfectly imitate Jake. He starts to strip, letting you witness the full glory of his drenched body. ”I’ve always wanted kids. Your kids- Our kids are gonna be so fucking strong. Daddy Jake will make them strong”. He taunts himself as he feels his own body up. “I’m fucking delicious”. With your increased focus, he’s a bit easier to handle. A bead of sweat falls on your main body. Still fucking hard to pilot. “Cmon bro, this all you got?” You make him say to himself. Jake blinks away tears, betrayed by his own flesh and muscle. 

Suddenly, you see a tired Hunter wake, sickened to his core, but free. You instantly try to flex the pieces of yourself still embedded inside him but he resists. Your main body falls into sleep again to solidify your control over Jake’s body. The worn Hunter starts to scramble away before you rush him with Jake’s body, pinning him with your new strengthened biceps. Power. Hunter had good qualities, but Jake was a powerhouse. Raw, muscled power. He was brimming with it, body soaked in the stuff. And it was now yours. Jake’s face animates with your delight. “Oh Hunter…” you coo. “You’re a fighter, aren’t you? I don’t think you’re fighting your way out of this one,” You sake with Jake’s virile voice, opening your mouth so he can see a resolidified snake. It was larger this time, more menacing. You close Jake’s mouth again as his face is pulled into your smile. 

“Here, have a taste”, you make him say, as you pull Hunter into a savage kiss. You fashion your new mouth into a wide smile regurgitating the newly thickened snake. Hunter chokes on your serpent, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The new offspring you’ve forced out of Jake and Hunter’s genetic material is mighty. Dominant. Hunter’s throat expands to allow the intrusion. He’s still weary from the past few days and newfound freedom, and you feel just one of these snakes are enough for full control. Permanent control. The enhanced piece of you begins dissolving and weaving itself into Hunter’s flesh. "You're mine". You hold him in place as he jolts, body twisting and contorting to try in vain to fight it. As his trembling slowly subsides, you watch in glee as his sullen face slowly rise to meet Jake’s eyes, growing smirk on his face mirroring yours.

Your control slowly wanes when your main body rises out of its sleep. You bring Hunter into a deep, wet kiss, before placing your attention back on Jake. Hunter’s flesh moves to your command, just like before, but this time, any resistance is tamped down by your new Jake-enhanced cum. You are still slightly out of breath from controlling his body, but with nowhere near the difficulty you had before.

The triple vision causes you to stagger, but you quickly get used to puppetting two bodies at once. This time, it was Jake’s turn to form a resistance. His body jerks as he tries to brute force command of his own body back. You wrestle it back, forcing a shaking hand to grab his dick and start pumping. You bring Hunter’s hand over, supporting. Your two hands are coarse, and your control over them is somewhat rough. Regardless, you quicken to a breakneck speed, barely leaving time for Jake’s body to gasp.

Jake’s dick releases in a torrent of cum. It coats Hunter’s body, but with your control, he doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he moans, scooping it into his hands and bringing it up to your Jake body’s mouth. You make your frat bro slurp the mixture own seed, Hunter, and yours. Jake’s fighting the urge to vomit, but to you it tastes divine. You make him swirl his tongue inside his mouth, corralling every last piece of it deeper inside. 

Making Jake reinfect himself made all three of your bodies hard. Jake squirms in and out of control. He’s forced to grope his own muscles while he feels himself saturate with you, his own Adonis bod reduced into an avatar of your pleasure. He’s ready. You bring your newly infested puppet close. His deep chest heaves for you. Voice dripping with your perversion, “I’ll make you strong bro” you make Jake say in a corruption of his own catchphrase. “This is peak performance”. You can practically feel him fight with every fiber of his being. His bulging musculature spams. You drool with anticipation, pinning his body and yours to a tree with Hunter’s gyrating flash. ”Be one with me” you sing in Hunter’s voice. “O..On..with…. me“, you start to be able to reply back as Jake. “O-o-one…” His head shakes side to side, fighting you intrusion. You pinpoint your mind, like a hypodermic needle to his psyche. “One with me,” He gasps in ecstasy. 

“You fuckin freak….” Jake’s face pulls in a deep smile as he moans. You already have him acting atypically, it borders on unnatural as his lips pull into a smile wider than he’s ever made in his life. He now faces your main body, face closer than you ever would have dared to have it before. “Sin in my body….” He winces in one last bit of resistance, a small tear pooling in his eye. “Let’s make my parent’s cry…” He leans down to you for a kiss, letting you taste every piece of him with your main body for the first time. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as he’s forced to suck out the snake you swallowed a few days ago. He gurgles a little before sending a Jake-imbued serpent, drenched in his testosterone and musk, down your throat. You make him pull back, looking at you with his signature bored expression, now tainted with your lust. “Own me”. His hand grabs yours, pulling it over his ass cheek and forcing a squeeze. “From now on… I am yours” 

- - - - - 

It took a few hours to make your way back but you finally manage. This time, Jake drove back. Drawing on the sleeping Hunter's knowledge. His car and the route back are second nature.

Jake places a hand on your inner thigh and smiles. Before long, your back in town and you send the aspiring personal trainer on his way.

You lay back in bed, curling up to your Hunter body. He still reeks but you can’t wait to start concocting your own concentrated Jake-flavored scent. You sigh contentedly, satisfied with your newest acquisition.

Doesn’t hurt to have a little test drive. 

Your two bodies peacefully lull into slumber as you flood the full force of your consciousness into Jake’s body. His face flashes in a split-second resistance before settling back. You fit the shape of your psyche to match his brain, slowly sliding into a deepened control. He has been carrying on as normal, so when you open his eyes as your own for the first time and gasp you first Jake-breath, you immediately adapt to his nonchalance. You survey your new surroundings.

He’s at the school gym, with what looks like one of his ATO brothers. It’s quite empty, probably due to how late it was. You pull one of his half-smiles. You couldn’t believe your luck at the fine man before you. You extract information from Jake’s mind.

A model, at least part time. Smart. Charismatic. “He’s cute, too,” You taunt Jake. “Thanks for the bro, bro”.

One of the snakes you have in his body coils in excitement, but you will it to be still. Might as well finish his routine. You can’t help but push Jake’s body past its limit as you barrel your way through his sets. 

You had a glimpse of his raw power previously, but it paled in comparison to this. As you smash through set after set in his body, you feel deeply in tune with Jake. His heart pumps mightly. Your cells already course through his bloodstream, so the action squeezes you into him further and only solidifies your bond together. His lungs are like engines, you’ve never felt so much energy inside you. You want to keep the charade of his normal personality up, but you can’t help but giggle. So good. So fucking good.

Hunter was dependable, and it felt amazing fully wearing his mind, but Jake was another beast entirely. You feel drunk in his body, in his vitality, in feeling his muscles conform to your thoughts. Your two bodies in Hunter’s apartment start squirming, leaking a bit of precum. Your mind is twisted and slotted into every piece of Jake's. His inner self winces as your very being, very sense of self leeches out of every crevice in his, neurons force-fed your commands. Your Jake-flavored thoughts course through his body, the perfect housing to your newly added self. This was truly being Jake. Wearing him in all senses but physical. And being Jake is a fuckin party.

It wasn’t just sensation. Thoughts themselves felt euphoric. Through his eyes, the world seems just a bit brighter. His mouth is intimately aware of the flavor of his own saliva. And his nose... you take a deep whiff of the perspiration caking his armpits, drenched in his musk. Divine. A moan escapes your mouth, prompting a quick turn from Dylan. God, we even sound good when we moan together. Jake’s face immediately reverts to its normal, dull demeanor. You raise your eyebrows slightly, just like Jake does, as you catch his eyeline, arousing no suspicion. Dylan promptly returns to his exercises, unaware of the danger wearing his best friend. You put Jake in the forefront, only for a moment, relishing in his sense of freedom before immediately straddling his psyche. You ride it as he is forced to bring trembling fingers up to his nipples. You give them a good rub. Oh my god. Another moan, but Dylan ignores it this time. That gets the two of you even harder.

You continue to straddle Jake’s inner sense of self as you work through his last set. It felt good to have him around, to witness how much more powerful he was when you were puppetting his bod. “We’re so fucking strong together,” you grunt in a proud aggression. Jake’s emotions felt far more raw than Hunter’s so it was difficult reining them in. 

Large dumbbells fall to the ground in a loud thunk. Jake’s body- your body is spent. His flesh cries in pain and soreness, but even that felt amazing through his bod. You are intimately aware of his tired flesh. It’s tender, but not for long. You feel the fibers of his being, coated in your conjoined seed getting buried in the folds of his growing muscles. Like all bodies after a workout, his body courses with growth hormones. Mass. His flesh condenses, builds itself stronger, unwillingly with you inlaid deep within them. You whimper in ecstacy. This is yours. He is yours. All yours. Irreversibly yours.

You roar, proud of Jake, of the new branch of your being. You will his tired form upright. He drools as his body whines in soreness. You lap it up, his face filling with determination as you prepare for your next hunt.

Your body is soaked, oozing with Jake’s sweat and scent. You pay no mind as you slowly walk towards Dylan, who had just finished his last set. You can barely mask your excitement through Jake’s normal demeanor. God you look even better up close. Your muscled hand reaches out, offering to pull him up. You ‘accidentally’ pull him too hard and into your awaiting hug. You laugh it off but you can tell that emotion alone was already offputting to Dylan. Fuck it, let’s be one already.

You waste no time, wrapping Dylan with your larger frame. Your ATO bro flails, trying to escape your clutches. He's far too weak to resist, post-workout. Instead you pull his head, up to your nose for a quick whiff of your future scent. Your eyelids flutter a little. He smells fancy.

You tug on Jake’s memories, “Bro, it was so fun getting to know you this semester. Gets me so hard just thinking about that tight little ass of yours.” You start grinding Jake’s body into Dylan. Letting him feel Jake’s hard on.

Dylan is stammering, clearly worried at the hybrid personality of Jake and your perversion. This person in front of him is Jake. It’s undeniably Jake, but it feels so wrong. Your muscled hand grips his chin, turning it from one side to another. “We’re gonna be more than bros, Dylan.” That causes him to struggle more. “You got the cutest face in ATO. Can’t fucking wait to wear it. Ready to be one?”

Dylan starts tossing himself around, as he sees the large snake slowly rising from Jake’s smile. You use your newfound muscle man to keep him steady. Another perk of being entrenched in Jake’s body. You waste no time, forcing Dylan to gorge himself on you, Jake and Hunter’s hybrid seed. 

He makes gurgling noises as you coil and worm into your new bod, and the last sight he sees is Jake pleading “sorry”. Dylan’s shaking stops, arms hanging lifelessly. Jake is still whimpering his sorrys as you brute force your bond into Dylan. It’s normally an arduous process, but being betrayed by his best friend turns his corruption into quick work. His mind succumbs to you easily, still in shock.

Jake is still sobbing “sorry” as he holds you upright. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking to Jake in confusion at first. He opens his mouth, wanting to ask if you were still you but you abruptly use your new body to pull him into a kiss. You force Jake to reciprocate, giving him a forbidden taste of his best bro’s essence.

“No need to be sorry bro,” you moan. “Actually... thank you, Jake. Thank you for stuffing this tight bod with his flesh.” You start to mock Jake by wearing your new body’s sincerity as you continue. “I’ve always wanted to be turned into a meat puppet. This was my deepest desire”. You hum.

Wearing Dylan was equally arousing and you feel Jake squirm in disgust at feeling his best friend’s growing hard on. You start to dance in Dylan’s tight bod, shaking more of your cells deeper in the process. “I’ve always wanted to be slut. And for my best, most trusted bro to be the one to infect me!” You cackle. “You feel him, don’t you?” You moan. “You can tell there’s no going back…”  Jake starts to shake as you resume control, this time dispersing your mind across both bodies. 

You pull back Jake to the forefront of his own mind, again strapping him to your own thoughts so he can fully watch and experience himself defile his best friend’s body. Jake’s body returns a hedonistic sneer. “Hell yeah brother…” You slam Dylan to the gym floor and begin stripping both frat men. “We can take the rest of ATO-“ both bodies briefly moan at the thought of corrupting their own brothers. “But, gratitude, bro. Lemme taste you first. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, you’ll always have a piece of Jake inside of you,” You chuckle. “Well, more what's already there”.

= = = = =

Phew, another long one. But when have they ever not been long?

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EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED. (3)

Synopsis ! Jake had taken you as his own after Tsu'tey's passing, leaving no one to care for you. Things had been good before your relationship with him had blurred along growing of age. You and him fought all the time; argued each other's ear off and tonight was no different-- except words have been said, severing the already damaged bond. Content & warning Jake sully x Daughter!Reader, Sully kids x Sister!Reader Neytiri x Daughter!Reader.(wc: 5211)

“You will make a good olo’eyktan.” 

Jake snorted, downing the last dregs of amber liquid from his worn wooden glass. He shook his head in amusement as he put it down on his lap– It must be the alcohol speaking, he thought to himself. Tsu’tey had been speaking vaguely; roughly in between asking where his loyalty lies and if he was willing to stay for the people. To say Jake was confused was an understandment, and he wasn’t a brick of a wall to not feel that something was wrong. 

“Don’t you mean would?” He asked, refilling his cup. “I would make a good olo’eyktan. A possibility.” 

Tsu'tey's merely shook his head as he finished his beverage, letting a few drops of liquid trickle down his chin. He didn’t bother to wipe it away, gaze far into the crowd of young warriors celebrating themselves. The festivity had gathered everyone and his eyes darted constantly to his lover– the one who rightfully had this heart.

And that was something Jake had noticed about Tsu’tey tonight, he realized. Tsu'tey was never truly looking at him. Although he had only spoken to him on this particular night, his eyes never once met Jake’s; it seemed as though he was constantly searching for something else– someone. 

Could it be Neytiri? His heart seized as the thought crossed his mind. He was selfish. Eywa knows just how impure his soul is; how cruel he is to love a promised woman. 

“What is that human word you use when you have not been truthful?” 

One of the things he became aware of as he continued to learn life in Pandora was that the Na’vi didn't recognize or understand the concept of lying; there wasn't even a word in their language for it. It was a revelation for him, that such an integral part of his motherland - dishonesty and deception - was nonexistent here. He feared he would be the one to taint their morals, to be the example to its definition. 

Jake was a liar. 

“You mean lie?” 

Tsu’tey nodded. “I fear I have done such a thing.” 

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes in thought, but he couldn’t bring himself to pry– not when his eyes seemed distant once more. He thought he looked at Neytiri, but standing beyond her was the figure his eyes desperately sought. Tsi’ewa looked like a vision in the firelight, her every gracefully swaying movement becoming alive in the mesmerizing glow of the large bonfire.

And she was just there– how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?

Jake puts an awkward hand to his shoulders, attempting to comfort him with a pat. “Eywa will forgive you– whatever you did.” 

But Tsu’tey only shook his head again. His steady hand made quick work of refilling his cup to the brim once more, as if he was trying to drown out the rising truth that was spiraling from his stomach. He paused for a moment before lifting it up to meet his lips, “No. She would have to ask for my forgiveness instead.”

“We must tell the people now.” 

They continued to walk aimlessly, steps wide and quick. The night had seemingly stretched on for hours since the gathering had ended, and they were growing ever more irritable– both bodies awash with alcohol and both minds clouded with judgment. “Your thoughts are muddled, Tsu’tey. You’ve had a bit too much to drink.” She said in a dismissive tone, making it clear that she didn't want to discuss the topic further. Tsi’ewa was nothing but distant— tonight where Tsu’tey felt most painfully vulnerable. 

“I can think just fine, Tsi’ewa.” He carefully takes her arm, steering her to face him. “We have to tell the people now.” 

“And risk your place in the clan?” She quickly swats his hand away, her face twisted with a troubled expression. “I will not let you ruin your name.” 

They finally stand still, exhausted— bodies glistening in sweat. Tsi’ewa frantically looked around, perhaps for something to hurl or something to tightly squeeze'; anything to relieve the knot that churned deeply inside her stomach. Letting out another lengthy sigh, she finally looks at Tsu’tey. “I am but a songstress, Tsu’tey! Someone who people wouldn’t care enough to give two glances.” 

“And why do they matter?” He replied in the same tone, just as defeated as she was.

“Because I am nothing. I am unheard, I am not seen– but you. You are to become leader. The people need you, Tsu’tey.” She steps in closer, just enough to feel his warm breath fanning over her face. Her finger digs into his chest as she speaks, pressing harder with each word that spills from her mouth. “You have to choose.” 

“I do not have to. It is you who I want.” He answers, almost casually– like he had lost a screw or two to trade such a title for something so miniscule. Tsi'ewa releases a frustrated sigh, her posture wilting in defeat.

“You are being stubborn!” 

“And you think too low of yourself!”  

Silence envelopes their heaving bodies once more. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “I am unhappy with the union– it is against my will and most especially my heart. Do not make me choose the people.”

He finds promise in the crooks of her body, the warmth of her palms; a place of sanctity he wouldn’t mind kneeling to for hours. It was the kind of romance so tender, it would dissolve right on his tongue the moment he would consume it– he just knew he would love her for a very long time. Tsu’tey would let his title be damned if it meant having her for eternity. 

“We will be miserable.” She whispers. 

“Only if you push me away.” He answers. 

Who knew Tsu’tey was quite the romantic? Well– people would’ve known if they had given him the chance to truly love. The day he died, Tsi’ewa knew her heart was buried along with his. 

The flickering firelight created a somber ambience as Jake sat motionless, lost in thought. The dancing shadows casted by its light created an indescribable feeling of unease– an overwhelming weight of dread settling on his shoulders. His mind raced endlessly, thoughts clamouring in his head to be brought to the forefront. 

The clan– the people. His family. Himself. Deafening, deafening sound.

Quartich was back and he had to think fast. Sure, they were far from where the old shack is, but it wouldn’t be long until they were eventually found. The thought strikes an indescribable fear, reeling him in and getting the best of him. 

To say Jake was tired was an understatement. 

Tired is a word used to describe how one feels after a busy day; one that promises a better tomorrow– a green light that lets you go ahead and continue once more. He fears this is more than just casual exhaustion, but something that threatens to bury him six feet under.

And then there was you; a particular voice desperate for a minute of his time. He hears your voice, even in mind. His stubborn eldest. You might as well be the reason for why his hair is turning white so early. He thought it was just a phase– he thought that every child would eventually grow out of their angsty-teenager stage. Heck, he went through one back on earth. Jake was once a little boy too, he’d know. 

But as time stretched on, he realized that your actions had rooted from actual hurt and not just some juncture in life. When you said you hated him, you actually did. When you said he was being a shit father, he actually was. He made you feel that way. 

Jake wonders when it happened– what had slipped through his fingers for everything to become so messy. He swears he hears you as much as you don’t think he isn’t listening. 

You’d make a great olo’eykte. He knows it. Somewhere along that line frightens him– makes him terribly uneasy. He doesn’t mean to tell you otherwise, but in his eyes, you will always be his little girl; the same kid who cried to him once because everyone had been too mean. Jake would burn the whole world if he had to; shed blood if it meant your safety. 

Being a clan leader meant exactly that. He knew you’d do everything to ensure everyone’s safety, even if it meant your life. Jake wasn’t ready for that– he wasn’t ready to hear that his little girl was capable enough to not need him. 

He wished he’d rather made that clear instead of severing your already strained bond. The gulf between you two has grown too wide for him to bridge the gap, and it's slowly eating away at him. 

There was just something so complicated between a father and a daughter’s relationship– a kind of complication that neither of you could tell what you really meant. He wishes he could understand you; take away the troubles that made you restless. Maybe then, your eyes wouldn’t feel so distant– maybe then, you wouldn’t look at him like he wasn’t your own dad. 

He numbly reaches for the machine gun– its surface still emanating heat from its earlier use. He can feel its weight in his grasp, a firm reminder of the violence that had just transpired. He clenches it in his hands, his sweaty palms pressing against its hard surface in an almost comforting way. 

“The children are fine and taken care of,” Neytiri gently announced as to not worry her already troubled mate. “Your mind is clouded, ma Jake, tell me about it. ” 

“Just thinking,” Neytiri sat in front of him, allowing the silence to linger for a moment longer while she awaited his response. “That maybe Tsu’tey had been hinting at his relationship with Tsi’ewa for much longer than we thought.” 

That wasn’t at all what her mate had expected him to say, thinking that he would likely talk about what had happened back at the old shack. The wrinkle between her eyes deepened as she questioned aloud, "Why is this being brought up now?" 

Jake released a lengthy exhale as he released the empty shell from his gun, letting it amble towards the fire pit. “Maybe I could have done something to save him from dying a warrior’s death so soon.” 

Neytiri straightened her leaning posture, clicking her tongue. “This isn’t about Tsu’tey, is it?” The way Jake's reaction was almost too subtle to notice only solidified her suspicions. His posture seemed to slightly change, his shoulders stiffening ever-so-slightly as if he was attempting to contain the emotions running just beneath the surface. “It’s about y/n.”

“Always about that daughter of ours.” He attempted to make light of the situation, stifling a chuckle. This demeanor was a thin veil for the obvious elephant in the room and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to make it known just yet.  “Hard headed and snobby, just like Tsu’tey.” 

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she got it from you instead?” Neytiri narrowed her eyes at him, mouth twisted in a slight scowl. When Jake only released a snort in reply, his gaze still fixated on the machine gun, she lightly swatted him on the nape of his neck with a hiss. “You are too hard on her– on everyone! Don’t you think that you’re being too harsh on them?” 

Jake winces before replying, voice firm and just as loud. “I am only doing what I can to protect everyone.” He flails his arms around, trying to emphasize his words. “Everything that I do is for them. You think I enjoy being like this? Being the mean parent?”

“Then stop!” 

Jake let his long fingers run through his hair, slightly tugging at the braids in exasperation. His eyes closed for a fleeting moment as he drew in a sharp breath, attempting to compose himself. “It’s not that easy, Neytiri. They had their knives right under our children’s necks– I’m only trying to keep this family alive and together.” 

“By pushing everyone away? By telling your eldest that she isn’t enough? Listen to what you’re saying, Jake! You aren’t hearing yourself!” Neytiri presses a finger into his chest. “This isn’t about war– it wasn’t always about fighting. It’s about you and the children.” 

Everyone falls silent, letting the weight of their words settle in the air. The only sound is that of the distant fire crackling, filling in the otherwise unbearable quiet. They took in each other’s heaving figures, eyes softening in mutual understanding. 

“You’re scared you’re going to fail her like you think you did with Tsu’tey.” Neytiri whispers softly this time. Jake’s ears flatten in response– stiff shoulders slumping in defeat. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Neytiri.” 

“Oh please– you are never this rough with Kiri and Tuk. Y/n is your daughter too, so why does she have to be on the receiving end of such hard affection?” She lets out an agitated scoff,   “You do not hear her, ma Jake. When she shouts, she does not call for Toruk Makto– ma’ite does not challenge the olo’eyktan. She yearns for just you, her father.”

And that was Neytiri for you; ever the wiser one. She always knew what to say. Jake looks at him with such tenderness– an admiration that was strikingly reminiscent of the first time he ever saw her. 

“You fathers always do not know what to feel– what to say. So you tend to be less understanding, because in that way, less words are spoken. Silence is better than talking it out, yes? Ma’sempul was the same. Only when he died did I realize– but will you take it to your grave before you let her know that she is loved?” 

A daughter is only a daughter once, not until you make her forget. 

“Make her understand. Your intentions are fair, but your ways are ill— they are ill, Jake.” Neytiri's words stung like a slap in the face, she might as well strike him straight to the chest. It rendered him speechless, yet he knew something shifted— and for the better. “She is your daughter. Not Tsu’tey’s.”

His daughter. 

“Am I a bad father, Neytiri?” His voice had cracked and she swore she could hear the faint breaking of his already fragile heart. The realization slowly seeped into the wrinkles of his weary face, accentuating the creases from fatherhood itself. He failed everyone and he knew it. He always thought his actions were justified– but it was the consequences that struck him the most: He didn’t know Neteyam’s favorite color, but he knew how odd he held his bow. 

He didn’t know his children.

“No, just misguided.” Slowly, Neytiri cautiously wraps her arms around his rigid form. She can feel the warmth of his skin against her face as she nestles her head into the crook of his neck. She swears he could hear the rapid beat of his heart and it pounds in sync with hers– they were both lost and terribly exhausted. “I know earth did not allow you to be soft, but you’re not alone anymore. Put your burdens at ease, ma Jake.” 

Jake returns her embrace, squeezing her body softly. He allows himself to bask in the moment of stillness, taking in the sweet smell of her hair and skin. With a shaky exhale, he attempts to savor the fleeting peace before it's gone. When did everything become so difficult?

After a while, Neytiri finally stands, feeling the exhaustion of all she has endured today seeping into every fibre of her body. “The children are staying over at Mo’at’s for tonight.” 

She stands there, lingering for a moment before finally turning to leave. “Just talk to her, Jake.” 

And there he was, alone with nothing but the warm glow of the flickering fire to accompany him once again. 

Fruits. You love fruits, he thinks. 

Perhaps you didn’t get the memo that everyone was staying over at your grandma’s for the night; perhaps you were waiting for him to come home too. He carefully sliced the yovo fruits, placing them a bit too delicately on the bark bowl. 

Jake was undeniably nervous. His own teenage daughter made him nervous.

As he slowly trudged towards the hut, his toe lurched into one of the wicker chairs– a loud string of curses exploded from his lips as he clamped his eyes shut in frustration. Through gritted teeth, he peered down to the seat. immediately noticing its snapped leg which seemed to mock him for his carelessness. He exhaled deeply. crouching down to take a closer look.

Funny enough, it was yours– your name glaring right back at him.

If there was something that he learned best back on earth, it was to be handy— good with his hands. (well, considering the lack of legs, he had to make use of thereof.) He thought he had cracked the code back then; giving everyone gifts and crafting whatever they pleased. Jake failed to realize that it was not more toys the children wanted– it was him. Just him.

"Listen, I'm sorry," Jake visibly winces at his poor attempt at an apology. He takes a pause, deciding on the right words to say before continuing, “Let’s talk about it, kid– promise not to raise my voice." He waits for her response but only silence greets him in return. He releases a deep sigh and mumbles under his breath, “-- or maybe not. This is fine." He carefully slides in the bowl of freshly cut fruits under the flap of the hut after taking a few moments to rest against its wooden walls. He looks around, his eyes wandering everywhere, “You listening?” He waits again, “Your father– he was a good man. A very good man, in fact."

“Neytiri was promised to him and he was to become the olo’eyktan. I was only an outsider; barged in and made a mess of an already good clan.” he reminisced, “He had every right to view me as a threat– heck, he could’ve even greeted my approach with a spear right to the chest the moment I arrived. He didn’t. No one did.” 

“I’m thankful for that. Everything I have now is because of him.” He looks back at the entrance, hoping for even a flicker of light being lit by you– he thought maybe you were also leaning against the wall that separates you both. “I was wrong. Your father was far more than enough, and of all people, I should have known that better– should have known better than to talk shit about him to his very daughter.” 

He exhales a deep, heavy sigh for what feels like the hundredth time, his frustration evident as he rubs the back of his neck anxiously. “Look, what I’m trying to say is. I miss you, sweetheart. I’m growing old– and while you aren’t getting any younger either, I want you to understand that when I shout, it means I want you to listen. When I push you to your limits, I only want you to do your best.” 

He looked back at all the times where you and him argued– when he thought what he was doing was right. Jake wondered if he pushed you away everytime he raised his voice. He probably did.  

“Well– raising my voice probably never worked because you always shouted back.” he says, shaking his head with a snort of laughter. No matter how loud either of them got, the other always managed to raise their voice even higher. “Time is fucking with me– you all are growing so fast. One second I’m snuggling with everyone in the same hammock and then all of a sudden I find myself making everyone a separate one because we’re all too big now.” 

He grows quiet, a lump welling up in his throat that renders him speechless. “I’m not olo’eyktan– I’m no Toruk Makto. I’m just a father, baby. And I think that’s the most vulnerable I’ll ever be.” 

“Never wanted any of you to fight. Never wanted to put everyone on the line for war–” Another breathy exhale, “I was scared. Fine, there it is, out in the open. My star failed me, sweet girl. I know how humans worked back there and they worked ruthlessly. We killed our own land– our own mothers.” 

His stomach would lurch at the thought of it, an overwhelming pang of nausea stirring within him. Jake could barely survive back there– he truly was lucky to be chosen by Eywa. He could already be dead if not the past occurrences for all he knows. 

“I wasn’t allowed to be gentle back then and I’m glad eywa is a lot more merciful here.” He looks up, staring at the starry sky. Earth had taken too much from him and ironically, it was also humans who kept ruining him here in Pandora too. Jake was always one step behind no matter how hard he tried. “But you got to give me a bit of recognition here, baby girl, I'm trying. I didn’t automatically become a father after having children. I think I’m forever learning. I still have a lot to go.” 

“I did what I thought was right; I had to ensure that my family was safe, no matter the cost, and I didn’t even realize I put a damn war over everyone’s head. Sweetheart, I never wanted any of you to fight– I never wanted to put everyone on the line to battle. I would never wish for anyone to experience what I went through back on earth and funny enough, I brought it right to our doorstep.” And he felt his voice break as words tumbled out of his mouth in an incoherent pace, desperately trying to release all these emotions that had been clogging up his throat. He brought a hand roughly to his face in an effort to hold himself together, fingernails digging lightly into the delicate skin around his eyes. “I’m scared, babygirl.”

“Eywa was kind enough to give me children in the image of people I’ve already lost; Tsu’tey, Grace– hell, I even see Tommy on Lo’ak. That knucklehead is just too curious for his own good.” He didn’t know if it was a curse rather than a gift; every corner of his house was haunted and grief had made a home right on his very lungs. 

He looks back at the flap of the hut and still no sign of you– even the bowl of fruits was left untouched. “Tough crowd.” He murmurs to himself before finally deciding to stand, his legs stiff from sitting still for too long. He awkwardly pats his thighs, shaking away the dust he collected. “Everyone is staying over at Mo’at’s. You can have the hut to yourself for the night.”

Space. Maybe you needed space.  (And he was terribly wrong. Space was all that remained between you two.)

Jake starts to slowly walk away, yet somehow he feels like his troubles remain firmly on his shoulders. The guilt was there— all of it. He looks back one last time, praying. Eywa, give me one last chance. Let my daughter come running to me in an embrace and I’ll swallow my pride. 

Nothing.

He felt his heart slowly breaking, the pieces of it slipping lower and lower down his stomach with every passing second. His mind was a mess; he could feel all his doubts and insecurities swirling about inside his body, each one vying for center stage. I am no better than my own father. I am no better than my own father. I am no better than my own father.

Unbeknownst to him, you were never in the hut to begin with. It was sick– such a cruel joke for the words you’ve been desperate to hear to be left unheard. 

“Give me strength, dear mother. Tell me what I’m doing is just.” 

You were kneeling on the damp, mossy ground close to the roots of the tree of souls, your hands tightly gripping onto your queue. The thick foliage that surrounded you was awash with the lavender hue that emitted from the vine-like leaves, lending you warmth from the chill eclipse. Woodsprites floated nearby, swaying close as if to welcome your presence. 

Inching closer, you stretch out your arm before allowing the tendrils of your braid to coil around the hanging threads. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself feel– taking in the presence of Eywa. 

Your mind was clouded. Once a dark space turned into something light– too light, it was almost blinding. Everything was blurry, almost like a dream, but you knew it wasn’t; knew well where you stood and why you were here to begin with. 

Slowly, a vision emerges - a woman standing just a few paces from you. She feels something in the air and her ears perk up, as if she is trying to figure out the space she’s in too. Her head turns from each corner, cautiously checking the blurry surroundings. After a few moments of searching for something visible to the eye, she turns and finally spots you. A sudden shock passes through her body, evident by the way her eyes widen in surprise. She stands there for what seems like eternity, you can almost see the gears starting to move and click within her mind.

“Oh, my sweet child–” 

She reaches out to envelop you in an embrace, but you take a step back in response. Her arms remain open– still hopeful that you’d run to her like how a child would to her mom, but you were just there, staring incredulously. 

“I don’t know who you are.” 

This couldn’t be Eywa. You would’ve known. 

You two stood still, eyes drawing over each other’s lines and curves, trying to etch it in memory– then it dawned to you– could this be your mother? 

“I knew Tsu’tey had the stronger genes, I just didn’t expect him to take up most of the space in your face.” She lets out a breathy chuckle, “Come close, child, let me see you.” 

And you shouldn’t.  You haven’t seen this woman all your life nor did the people provide enough stories about her. She was nothing but the person who had birthed and given you life– that should’ve been enough for you to run straight towards her, but you stood there, gulping down a familiar grief. 

It’s weird for mothers and daughters to just coexist like she had not brought you upon the world at all. Sure, you have her eyes and you might grow to have her exact physique, but the word ma’ite sounded distant on her tongue– cold and unloving. Her arms weren’t inviting. 

This wasn’t your mother. Mothers are kind and warm, like Neytiri.

Your legs moved forward in a hesitant pace, as if you were being pushed against your will. You stood closer, enough to let her cup your face. She lets out a choked sob– or was it laughter? You couldn’t follow. She lets her thumb mindlessly brush against your soft cheeks, eyes filled with so much love, you feared it would be too heavy. That love was reserved for you and only you– for all the ages you’d grow to be.

But all energy is borrowed. She has been carrying this longing tenderness for years in the afterlife. 

You had Tsu’tey’s eyes, his lips. She’d argue that the nose is debatable, but surely if you rip open your heart, you’d find your mother’s own. Sweet, sweet child, forced to grow up too quickly. Tsi’ewa was sure you’d be the kindest soul. 

You ponder deeply– what kind of life would your mother have had if you had never been born at all? Would she still be here, with all her vitality and vigor, relishing in the gift of her youthful years? Would she perform to the children, singing them lullabies they drift off into a peaceful sleep? The thought causes you profound anguish– your mother was just like you; full of life and once was a little girl too.

You wish you knew her enough to let the grief prolong.

“Time has been unkind to you,” She said softly, her fingers tenderly sweeping the loose strands of hair away from your face.

“You are not my mother.” 

“I know.” She replies. Tsi’ewa doesn’t take it to heart how harsh your responses have been– you were just her little girl, lost and terribly misguided. “For all we know, I’ve only been one to you right now, so just this once– let my words bear meaning.” 

You chose to wait; giving her the opportunity to slowly get acquainted with you, taking in every little detail of your face - from the stars of moles to the creases around your eyes. You were patient with her, allowing her to digest all that made you who you are – beyond just looks. She was just a mourning mother that grieved her little girl. 

“You do not have to stay.” She whispers and her words hit a little too close to home, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and suppress a sob. “A boy would be Olo’eykte of the Omatikaya– but you, ma’ite, shall be mine.”

As the words slipped her mouth, you had finally granted her an embrace. You swear you had felt yourself turn smaller. Your head rests against her stomach, letting your ear listen for whatever you might hear. This is where you came from, you thought. Who knew a mother could bear a stranger? She clings to you with a desperate grip, preventing you from falling apart— as if it's her own way of trying to hold you together. 

Just a bit more, Eywa. She begged. Give me a minute more to hold my girl.

I wish you’d give birth to me again, you cried, maybe then I’ll turn into something better. 

You open your eyes, feeling beads of tears roll down your face. You mindlessly wipe them away, not truly grasping what had transpired or how the weight on your shoulders lightened. Woodsprites quickly flutter away once you regain consciousness. Your head shoots up, and a silent thank you escapes your lips as you bask in the warm glow of the light that touches your face.

Forgive me Eywa for leaving. Your ikran lets out a sharp shriek as you climb onto her back, taking steady steps up her body while gently caressing her back. The animal quiets down at your touch, eager to fly once more. 

A heart is meant to be cupped by unscathed hands and if you cannot find palms big enough for yours, then you fear home is somewhere else.

finally posted a new chapter, how is everyone doing ! i honestly don't know what to feel about this part just yet, but i had to write through a writer's block so it might be ass. had to fight it or else i'd be stuck in a rut on god

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[laurynjc-art]

Trial Separation: A BMC One-Shot

I watch as Jeremy hoists the box into his arms and shoves it into the back of his car with the other piles of junk he’s lugging out to college. I’m honestly a little surprised that he’s kept up the whole “impure thoughts = push-ups” thing his squip forced him into last year, but old habits do die hard. I don’t mind. He can finally be useful when we’re at my place and I get a sudden desire to rearrange my bedroom in the middle of the night. And his girlfriend Christine certainly doesn’t mind, either. I have plenty of blackmail from knowing Jeremy for thirteen years, but I’m sure he’ll do anything I ask if I ever threaten to tell Christine why Jeremy wound up a beefcake overnight.

I wish I could say I was part of the junk Jeremy was bringing up to college, but earlier in the year, it was made pretty clear that Jeremy was flying out in the world solo. This was an upsetting realization for both of us- “Jeremy, I don’t think I even know what I want to do with my life.” I’d told him at some point after we took the SATs.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “You’re not going to kill yourself, are you?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t know what I want to do with my life.” It was some decision paralysis, mostly; I could do just about anything. Math, science, coding, I know computers inside and out. But the question was: what skills needed more refinement? What could I get by on? Like how I was already taking Calculus 1 as a junior, which is a lot more than some people can say. And what if I wanted to try and learn about something completely new? I’m not much of an artist, my writing is abysmal by Jeremy’s standards… I got to a point where thinking about it for too long made me want to start screaming.

But then at some point I remembered: oh yeah, high schoolers aren’t legally mandated to be shipped off to college as soon as they graduate. And my decisions began to clear up.

I thought about staying home for another year or so to work, bulk up my savings, maybe take some community college classes if I’m really bored. And school blows, maybe breaking up my theoretical sixteen consecutive years of education and giving myself a break would be better for me.

We had a really long discussion one night about this, Jeremy and I. About our lives and what the future might look like. Which sucked for him, I know I was the one hyping him up about college, and now I’m the one having second thoughts and backing out. There was a lot of weed and a lot more crying, all the while my Wii’s menu music served as the background track to our bout of vulnerability.

Eventually, after a good while of silence, Jeremy lit up a roll and said, “You can do whatever you want.” His phrasing and tone scared me, as did the fact he took a long drag on his joint without saying anything else. I worried this was going to be Jake’s Halloween Party all over again, but then Jeremy grinned and looked back at me with more tears in his eyes. I’m not sure if they were genuine or a result of him getting too high. “I’ll always be behind you. And hey, maybe a trial separation is a good thing.”

“You were the one who made me swear that we’d be going together,” I joked.

“Because I’d miss you!” Jeremy wailed. I chuckled, he was definitely too high. “I can’t stand it when you’re home sick from school, what am I supposed to do when we’re actually God knows how far away from each other?”

“Hey. Hey.” I put my arm around his shoulders. “We’ll figure it out. No matter where we end up.”

And finally, I cleared my decision with my moms, who were more than thrilled to let me stay a basement dweller for another year or so.

Jeremy slams the trunk of his car shut and leans on it, looking at me like he’s expecting me to say something.

“Is that all?” I ask.

“Mm-hm.” Jeremy nods, but his lips are pursed in his “I’m sad but don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to just run away and cry” way. Like he thinks I can’t see right through him.

“Do you want to talk?” I ask him.

“No,” is all he says.

“Do you want me to leave so you can cry into your porn?”

“Shut up.” Jeremy takes a swing at me, but I catch his arm and pull him into an embrace. He hugs me back just as hard.

“It’ll only be a few months, Jer,” I say.

“I know,” he replies. I could hear that he was crying, and I might’ve accidentally made it worse by rubbing his back. He sobs, then says, “I’ll just miss you, man.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Jeremy lets me go so he can wipe his face, and a thought crosses my mind that I worry is a bit too coupley, but hey, who decided articles of clothing were only supposed to be exchanged with a significant other, anyway?

So, as if I’d been planning it all day, I untie my jacket from my waist and hand it to Jeremy.

“Here. Now I’ll be going up with you,” I say. Jeremy gasps.

“B-but Michael, this is your favorite!” He objects.

“Well, you’re my favorite.”

Jeremy laughs in a way that’s more like another sob, then says, “What are we, dating in middle school?”

“Good point,” I joke along. “I wouldn’t wear that around Christine, she might get jealous.” Jeremy laughs, really laughs, which makes me laugh, and then I get this pang in my heart because I don’t think it actually registered until now that oh, yeah, we’re not going out into the world together. I don’t know the next time I’ll get a moment like this. I start tearing up a bit and pray that Jeremy doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

“No no, stop,” Jeremy cries, throwing his arms around my neck. I cannot resist picking him up and spinning him around, and we could have stayed locked in our embrace all night if a cold evening wind hadn’t started cutting through us.

“I guess I better go,” I tell him. “Don't… do anything stupid.”

“I’m pretty sure I already cashed in my stupid,” Jeremy smirks, “but yeah. Obviously.”

One more hug, then I’m in my car and waving goodbye to Jeremy through my rear-view window. For a moment, a pit in my stomach forms at the fear that this might be the beginning of the end for us, but I banish it. We’ve separated under worse circumstances and came back together regardless. It’s just a year. He won’t be that far away. And besides, doesn’t distance make the heart grow fonder?

[jakesguitarsolo]

Does anyone wanna talk about it, or…?

[forcedhesitation]

Okay, according to Mr. Jund, apparently the artist who designed Hux's cosmetic is happy with it! Good! I am glad to know that they feel the DBD team respected their vision and that they are pleased with the end result.

Like I originally said, the muted colours literally are just the DBD team translating the design into DBD's style. And I enjoy the little elements the team has added-- they help add that destructive flair to the design that is shared across all of Hux's cosmetics.

Again, my sole issue with it is the screen face, but not because it lacks the emotes the artist depicted in their illustration. It's an issue of my eyes not responding well to the combination of colour & movement in the animation, as opposed to any opinion-based problem. To be clear--- I'm not saying it is a threat to anyone with epilepsy. I would not know, as I do not have it. It is just that my eyes are a bit sensitive to it. That is all.

The Jake community cosmetic did not translate very well, I will agree on that, but I do not know what people expected with the Hux cosmetic. They are not going to be able to lean so heavily into a more cartoonish style with the way Dead by Daylight is overall stylised. The cosmetic was always going to look more desaturated and dark.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

Jake don't chomp at me like that unless you MEAN IT.

[gremlin-girly]

Congrats on 250 followers!!

May I please 🍑 request:

Jake Jensen, question(s) 3 and/or 12: 3. "How much have you had to drink?" 12. "Do you taste as pretty as you look?", with trope 19. Sex pollen/fuck or die?

(#12 screamed Jake to me the second I read it. 🤣)

Hello my lovely! Thank you so much! Ohoho this was fun. I've actually had a sexpollen idea with him in my notes but never knew how to start. Now I do 🤭

Quote 12 may scream Jake because it was a quote cut from Space Cakes 👀😂

I hope I've done this justice for you 💕💕

Needs and Wants

Pairing: Jake Jensen x F!reader

Tags/warnings: SMUT, sex pollen (in the beer), dub-con (bc it's a sex pollen - but it is consensual), no-thoughts-head-empty kinda fucking, p-in-v (wrap it), multiple orgasm (both male and female), oral (f recieving), creampie (but no pregnancy worries), masterbation (f described), confessions of sorts, mutual masterbation, petnames (babe)

Not beta'd and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.

Quotes: "How much have you had to drink?" + "Do you taste as pretty as you look?"

Summary: Whilst out on a mission, you and Jake find some bottles of what appears to be beer of some kind squirreled away in one of the hideouts and decide to break into it...

Word count: N/a but knowing me ~3k

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

Part of the 20s Challenge

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Recon missions were always so boring. Thankfully, after a long day you and Jake were dismissed by Clay and told to take a load off. You were finishing packing up the gear when Jake appeared carrying something in his arms.

"Hey, lookie what I found." Jake blows the dust off an old case of what looks like beer. You cough and fan dust from your face and eye the case suspiciously. "Celebratory drink?"

"Where did you find those?" You ask, pulling one out and turning the bottle in your hands. There's only one label and it's not in English.

Jake shrugs. "Under the floorboards."

"We're going to drink floorboard beer?" You scoff, looking up at him quizzically.

"Beer is beer," Jake grins, popping the cap off his beer with the table edge. "And it's for another job well done."

You can't help but sigh with a smile and clink your bottle against his. "Fair point. Cheers."

An hour and a bit later, you're lying on your bed feeling a little too hot for comfort. Jake had already opened a window, but it wasn't helping in the slightest. Now you were considering stripping down to your underwear.

"How much have you had to drink?" You ask Jake looking over the table to him. His leg was jumping erratically and it kept drawing your attention to his legs.

Somehow, in the short space of time you'd gone from celebrating your mission with your attractive teammate to wanting to kiss, lick and suck any part of his body you could get your mouth on. The change was so subtle that it had your head spinning with thoughts of what had happened to cause this sudden shift in your body. Was it something he said? Something he did? You'd always liked Jake; he'd welcomed you to the team easily, and despite being a terrible flirt, was so sweet and funny you couldn't help but smile around him.

And God his legs looked so fucking good in those jeans.

"Uhh... third?" He says thickly, leg still jumping wildly.

"Jesus," you huff, looking away. You beg for the impure thoughts to stop. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah. Fuck, it's so hot." Jake groans, running his hands over his face. Wasn't that groan just the sexiest sound you'd ever heard?

"I've already put the air con on the lowest setting." You tell him, fanning yourself. You'd been starting to feel a little feverish too but you were sure it had to be an alcohol-flush from the beer. "And the windows are open."

"You okay?" Jake asks worriedly, glancing at you.

You try to give him a smile, your eyes locking with his. "Yeah - I'm just really fucking hot."

Jake wets his lips and his eyes drop to your mouth, then lower again to your cleavage sitting in your tank top. "Yeah."

"What?" You can feel heat roll up your body and it feels blistering.

"What? Oh." Jake's eyes snap back up to your face. "Sorry. Um. God. I can't think straight."

"Tell me about it." You grumble, tearing your eyes away from him and settling on your bed. A stray thought ekes it's way in; crawling under the covers naked, a hand between your legs, back arched in ecstasy. You're clit aches against your jeans and you have to stifle a gasp. However, now that thought as taken root, it blooms another; naked and moaning into your pillow, while Jake pummels you from behind.

You're grasping your thigh so hard you think you're going to cut off circulation. "Oh fuck this," you hiss getting to your feet. "I'm gonna try and take a nap."

"Mm. Good idea." Jake nods curtly before standing suddenly. "I'm gonna try a cold shower to take the edge off."

"Cool. Tell me if it works." You pant, rushing to the bed, not even waiting to hear the door of the bathroom slam as you strip completely naked and crawl under the covers.

As soon as you hear the water rushing, your fingers find refuge between your thighs. You gasp as your fingers brush your clit, electricity racing through every nerve that's not pleasurable but painful. You fight back a pained gasp, fingers spreading your sticky folds open, shocked to find you're soaked and pulsing with need. Even though it hurts you can't bare the thought to stop touching yourself, two fingers dipping into your cunt, curling and pumping desperate for some release.

Your mind's eye goes back to Jake; sweat sheened and fucking you with such force the headboard slams against the wall. Letting a soft curse fall from your lips you move your fingers back to your abandoned nub, using your cum-coated fingers to circle it hurriedly, chasing an orgasm you hoped would arrive soon.

Your breathing hitches, your pussy convulses.... but nothing happens. Where an orgasm should be there's nothing but an excruciating need to cum and a heat that won't cool.

You want to cry. Why was this happening? What was wrong with you? If you didn't get this under control Jake would most certainly not want to be your friend if he caught you fucking yourself like this... unless?

Your mind wanders again, slow, lazy circles around your clit this time. Would Jake's fingers feel rough against your clit? Would he know how to make you scream his name? Would he put that mouth to good use for once?

A call of your name tears you from your imagination and you rip your hand from your clit. The pain that shoots through you almost makes you cry out, but you smother it into a strangled, "yeah?"

"Don't freak out but," Jake's voice echoes from the bathroom. "I-I've got an issue that won't go away."

Tell me about it, you think as you grip your pillow like a lifeline, your clit pulsing angrily. It hurts so much you want to pass out.

"What is it?"

"Just please don't freak out." Jake's face peeks out of the bathroom. His skin and hair is damp and his face is flushed red, just like yours is.

"I won't." You promise, fighting the urge to scream into your pillow.

The door opens fully and Jake is naked apart from his boxers, which have a clear outline of his throbbing cock and a dark patch just above the tip from his pre-cum.

You suck in a quick breath, watching his dick jump almost as angrily as your clit pulses and how his ragged breathing makes the muscles on his taut stomach shudder.

You can feel a new, cooler, gush of arousal from your pussy and you groan fully, releasing the pillow to press your palms into your eyes.

"I tried making it... go away." Jake grits out, clearly flustered. "But-"

"It hurts so bad," you finish for him. Jake's eyes widen and his already red face changes a shade darker. "Everytime I-I touch my p-pussy it feels like it's on fucking f-fire and I can't cum."

You cross your legs firmly, twitching under the blanket at every pulse.

"It's the same with me," Jake huffs. "Putting my boxers back on almost made me pass out."

There's a moment of silence and you peek over at Jake from under your hands. His Adam's apple bobs thickly and you can feel his gaze settle on you, that need for him you'd been feeling feels almost crushing now.

You both look at eachother for a long moment.

"Please tell me you're thinking what I'm thinking," Jake looks at you pleadingly, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "Because I don't think I can handle this."

"Are you thinking about fucking till we pass out?" You ask plainly, watching Jake's cock swell in his boxers.

"Yeah." Jake breathes.

"Thank fuck." You sigh, kicking your comforter down to your feet. "I thought I was going crazy."

Jake crosses the room in seconds, tugging his boxers to his ankles. The cool air against the heat of his cock makes it bob and he sighs with soft relief, blue eyes roaming your naked body from behind his glasses.

"Jesus fuck you look good." He rumbles, looking like he doesn't even know where to begin.

Ever impatient, you grab for his hands and tug him down to you.

"So do you but right now I do not care. I need you to touch me."

Jake complies, letting you wrap a hand around his cock whilst his fingers slip into your dripping hole easily. There's no words exchanged as you work eachother; your hand pumping and squeezing his cock and coating it in his sticky pre-cum and his fingers curling in just the right spot, before using his thumb to swipe over your swollen clit.

Your walls clench hard, orgasm pending again, but it wasn't enough.

"Jake - shit - I don't think this is enough." You half sob, tears forming along your lower lash line.

"What do you want me to do?" Jake urges, not stopping his fingers from pleasing you.

"I don't care! Anything!" You cry, hips lifting from the bed. "I just need you."

Jake's fingers are suddenly void from your cunt and you gasp a sob. This was agony.

The bed beneath you shifts and you can feel Jake's hands grip your thighs, holding the twitching limbs wide open and exposing your cunt to him.

"Whatever this is, I'm just glad I get an answer to a question that's been bothering me for a while." He says quietly, eyes trailing from your cunt to your flushed, panting face.

"What?" You sniff.

"Do you taste as pretty as you look?" Jake's tongue is cool as it presses flat against your slit, dragging upwards so he can lap and suckle at your clit. Your hips jerk into his face at the sensation and a scream rips from your lungs surprising you both. Jake peeks up at you and when your eyes meet he presses a kiss to your clit, you body vibrating with want.

"Oh my God." Your half sobbing but instead of pain it's intense pleasure. "Jake you're gonna make me cum."

"Good." Jake mumbles, burying his face into your pussy, lapping and sucking at all of your juices until you finally cum with a load moan, body shaking violently.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your need to cum ebbing slightly, relief short-lived but welcomed. Jake's face rises from between your legs, his tongue swiping at your cum on his chin. His eyes are almost black but he's got his signature goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah." You breathe. "You?"

Jake sits on his haunches, looking down with a shrug. Your eyes follow suit. White ropes of his cum cover his still hard, still twitching cock. Your pussy squeezes around nothing at the sight, that need building again.

"Jake," you murmur. "I need you to fuck me."

Jake's breath catches and he looks up at you in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty fuckin' positive Jensen." You grit out, shifting on your back with a grumble.

There's hesitation for a brief moment, but when Jake moves forward, the tip of his cock brushing your wet folds you both gasp a sigh of relief and ecstasy. The pleasure that bursts through your core makes you take immediate initiative. You angle your hips, throwing your legs over his hips and tug him forward.

Jake moans loudly as he falls forward, buried balls deep as your pussy shudders around his cock. His hands plant themselves either side of your head and his eyes are glossy, when they meet yours, his glasses hanging haphazardly. You reach up and fix them for him. There's something far more intimate about fixing his glasses than him being inside you and you savour the moment, brushing his sweat-drenched hair back. Were his eyes always so blue?

Jake whispers your name, dipping his head down and tentatively kissing your lips. When he pulls back, your hand finds the back of his head and brings him to your lips again. The kisses move from sweet to sloppy in seconds, the both of you unable to stave off the desire brewing again. Jake begins to move his hips, rutting into you hard and fast; like you'd imagined earlier and soon you're both gasping for air.

"I- I think-" Jake stammers but you smother his statement with a kiss, letting the wet sounds of your bodies fill the room.

"IUD," you say, voice strained. "Please, just keep fucking me. Your cock is better than your fingers and tongue."

"Whatever you want." Jake murmurs, slamming his cock into you so hard you see stars. Your pussy tightens and Jake's hands grip at your hips, forcing himself onto his knees to keep you steady as he fucks into you faster.

Another orgasm builds and you whine pitifully, stretching your legs up to Jake's shoulders which he takes in stride, leaning forward to pound you at a new, deeper angle that makes his brain white out as your cunt milks him greedily. Strings of curses are uttered as your walls flutter and gush over his cock, prompting him to paint your insides with his cum.

Dropping your legs, Jake collapses on top of you heaving deep breaths. You pant, dazed, lying together on one small twin bed. The room reeks of sex and while the pain has subsided, replaced only by a dull ache of pleasure, Jake's cock hasn't softened and it still twitches inside of you.

"Round three?" He puffs with a grin, rolling his hips into yours lazily.

You chuckle and arch your back. You should feel embarassed or uncomfortable but you can't bring yourself to care. "Round three."

Morning light streams through the window of the safe house. It's offensively bright as you blink yourself awake with a grumble.

Jake's body is still entangled with yours beneath the sheets. You don't remember how many times you fucked last night, or who put the sheets over you both, but you do know that it was fucking excellent.

"Jake, wake up." You say gently, pushing him with your shoulder. He stirs but only enough to cuddle into you more, arms around your waist tightening and head burying into your neck.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles.

You fight back a grin. "Quite the work out last night, huh?"

You can feel his sleepy smile creep along your skin. "Yeah. I'm drained. In every sense of the word."

You snicker and wiggle closer to him. "Then I should really let you get those extra five minutes."

"Thank you, babe."

Now this was something worth getting used to. Maybe packing up a few more of those beers wouldn't go amiss either.

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TRACK ONE (1) : Lee Heeseung

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TRACK SIX (6) : Yang Jungwon

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TRACK SEVEN (7) : Nishimura Riki

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no longer writing for the maknae line

TRACK EIGHT (8) : hyung line texts

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[chouxsardine]

Impure Jake thought at the moment (NSFW 18+! below cut)

CHIN TATTOO

imagine you having a chin tattoo (I'm talking about the ones that are under your chin, above your throat), being the ✨vaginatarian✨ that he is, Jake would absolutely go feral every time he sees it

imagine him having his face buried between your thigh, lapping you up so good that you couldn't help squirming around, so he has to pin you down by holding onto your thigh and your pelvis bone, his grip strong, firm, inescapable albeit reassuring

the pleasure so intense that your eyes roll back and you throw your head back, your back arches, and your chin lifted up, showing the tattoo

imagine him seeing the tattoo while he looks up at you, just the look of it snaps a string in his brain and sends a rush down his spine, he hips presses harder down onto the mattress and his tongue involuntarily thrusts a little deeper, pushing you right over the edge---

OR

imagine when you are riding him; similarly, he sees it when you tilt your head back, exposing your chin and neck,

imagine him taking one look at you , instantly his fingers digs into your hips harder, definitely leaving bruises (which will be affectionately kissed better by him later), and he sticks closer to kiss your chin right where the tattoo is, and gently nibbing on the tender skin around your exposed neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down before burying his head in the crook of your neck

every time he sees the tattoo, it reminds him that he is making his girl feel *that good*,

it is your body, your choice, but it has such a choke hold on him

AND

let's even dig a little dipper and have a classified discussion here:

Scenario 1: you already had the tattoo before you two are together, so the pattern could be anything

it doesn't matter, he will lose his sh*t over it anyways; and he gets so pavloved that whenever he sees that pattern or something that resembles that pattern anywhere outside the bedroom, his cock uncontrollably twitches in his pants

Scenario 2: you decided to get the tattoo after you two are together, and you want it to be something that is vaguely related to him, so let's say, you got a music note, a subtle one; and you're a music lover anyway, duh

you didn't tell him at first, you let him discover it himself. The first time he saw it----oh lord, he'd even be crazier, because in his mind, seeing a music note on your chin makes him think of all the sounds that you make---the moaning, the grunts, the whimpering of his name---while he's tasting/fucking you, which are no doubt, 100% 🎶music🎶 to his ears

btw yes i do feel like he will also take notice and remember the placement of your moles and birthmark, and he will randomly trace them when he's holding you

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✨Impure Jake thought of the day✨

It’s been too damn cold all day. You’ve fought to stay warm but nothing seemed to help break through your frozen exterior. When you get home Jake is already there and he he’s got the house nice and toasty with the fireplace.

“Welcome home beautiful. Come, sit down” he ushers you to the couch where he has your favorite blanket waiting, fresh out of the dryer. After you’re all covered up Jake brings you your favorite hot beverage of choice, watching intently as you take a sip and sigh your relief.

Jake’s doting on you is nothing out of the ordinary, but he does seem to be going the extra mile today. “What’s all this for?” You question with a smile to show your appreciation.

“It’s too damn cold” he replies like it’s nothing, leaning over to give you a quick peck that quickly turns into something much more intentional. “I just want you to be all warmed up when I put my cock in you later”.

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Disventure Camp headcanons for all my age regressors out there

Kristal: flip/young kid regressor 1-5 pure 

Usually sticks to the younger side. Really likes to sing and play outside. She does tend to do stupid shit thought. Her favorite cg is lake. She takes care of Oliver and she is extremely protective over him.

Derek: a cg. 

He is strict but he can show affection. Cg of trevor. He makes lots of rules but he will babysit calm littles but trevor is an exception. He need tylenol due to Trevor being crazy

Trevor: young kid regressor 5-6 impure 

He is really playful. Likes affection, if you give him a hug once he wants more. Has so much little gear to the point where he will wear a paci and diap while editing 

Aiden:cg

He loves to play with hair especially james’s hair. Lets james chew on his fingers and hair. Sows little stuffed animals and sometimes even little clothes. Will babysit his friends. 

Alec: flip/baby regressor 0-1 impure 

He is really quiet. He babbles and emotional. As a cg he is understand baby talk/babbles. He will take nick to the library and pick out baby books for nick. His little is nick. (Yes i ship alec x nick, sue me.)

Ally:older kid regressor 8-10 pure

She plays animal crossing a lot. And at some point she probably said she could talk to animals. She really likes flowers and has an insane amount of cheez-its in her room.

Ashley: cg 

She is sweet. Will never say no to puppy eyes. Cg of will. Will never raise her voice especially for littles with (c)ptsd. Will babysit. Can make sandwiches and littles can pass out ingredients if they want.

Connor:cg

Is really sweet and can take care of any little really. If the little wants he can bring his dogs over, they are tiny so they can’t do much. He can confort upset littles.  

Dan: toddler regressor 3-4 impure

Really affectionate but anxious. Hes really clingy. He needs to have a nap or he will have an anxiety attack . His main cg is jake but Miriam will babysit.

Drew: baby regressor 1-2 pure

Can draw quite well and is autistic. He went to therapy and he can speak… well kinda, he can say drew and hi and that is it. Has a soft spot for uncrustables. Has a sweet tooth.

Ellie: big sister cg

Really caring and always has sweet/candy on her. Cg for gabby and babysits drew. She can calm down littles having tantrums. She sometimes finds frogs and shows the littles some pictures of the frogs.

Gabby: toddler regressor 2-4 impure

Really clingy. She just wants snuggles. Has tried to sneak candy but got caught in 4k. Has an unhealthy amount of pacis and loves baby puffs.

Hunter: young kid regressor 4-6 pure

Really likes puzzles. If you water down his apple juice he will retaliate! Is ether really chatty or non verbal, there is no in between.

Jake:flip/ toddler regressor 1-4 impure 

Will go non verbal and tom lets him do play dates. If tom regresses then miriam takes over. As cg he can cook and loves to cuddle. He takes care of tom and vice versa.

James: toddler regressor 2-5 impure 

He is really chatty but don’t worry a paci will shut him up in like 2 seconds. Super gullible, no matter how unbelievable the lie is. Ofc, his cg is aiden. Chews on e v e r y t h i n g.

Kai:cg

Really affectionate with littles. Does puppet shows with Connor sometimes. He sometimes gets a bit protective. They (istg i know kai would go by he/they) sometimes go apple picking during fall. Can also babysit.

Lake:cg

Really likes lofi. She would never raise her voice and naps are a must in her standards. Has stickers on her at all cost and 100% takes recommendations. She likes to bake a lot especially cookies.

Lill:cg

Really sweet and has lots of experience. I mean she is a scout leader. Asks to touch the littles beforehand. She make good food. If deserved, can give out little candy or plushes.

Maggy:flip/toddler regressor 2-6 impure 

She is really shy but is really sweet. Her cg is kai. She cries very easily but her paci can make her feel better. As a cg she is really sweet but she is not as a pushover. She loves to cuddle and its her fav way to bond.

Miriam: cg

She takes care or the trio (tom jake and dan) and loves them dearly (PLATONICALLY). Can bake but they can only pass out ingredients. Can decorate pacis quite well. Can also take care of other littles

Nick: young kid regressor 4-7 pure

Is really spoiled but also loves affection. He really likes the woodlands aesthetic and plays with calico critters. 

Oliver: toddler regressor 2-3 pure

Has quite the sweet tooth. He loves animals, like a lot to the point where he gets told off by krystal for letting out frogs in the tent. Krystal found him regressed first.

Riya: cg

She would play dress up a lot and she will teach how to do makeup. She will make sure they are clean and if get stained she is going to go nuts. She also does know how to play board games a bit too well.

Rosa María: older sister cg

She is really sweet but is not a pushover. She can sing and it sounds like the voice of sir Chloe. She’s not a pushover but can’t say no to puppy eyes.

Tess:cg

She definitely loves to go flower picking. She got a paci that she impulsively bought. She hates bright light. She can play with hair and it  is very conforting. Doesn’t mind being called papa.

Tom: flip/toddler regressor 2-5 pure 

Is really sweet but can also be a peice of shit it  just depends. He can also regress impurely where he tends to get angry and throw tantrums fast. As a cg he gives the cuddles and he does tease but knows when to stop. 

Will: baby regressor 0-2 impure 

An absolute sweetheart and tries to help except he is 0-2 so he can’t really do do much. When he sees littles he ether regresses with them or babysits them. 

Yul: baby regressor 0-3 pure

He actually is padded so he wears pull-ups a lot since he regresses to a literal baby. He is extremely picky so cooking for him is hell of a ride. He does tend to get angry and ends up throwing something.