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kamaluhkhan · 5 months

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you are so gorgeous (it makes me so mad)

pairing: young!coryo snow x fem!reader

summary: clemensia dovecote has a theory that you and snow are destined for an enemies to lovers arc. you're sure it's completely, absolutely not true...right?

warnings: 18 + smut; biting + mention of blood ; both reader and snow are not the best ppl and have some very classist/elitist opinions

a/n: finally!! i wrote one of the ideas that has been haunting me ever since i've been back in my hunger games obsession + watched tbosbas...needless to say this will likely be a series inspired by taylor swift's reputation album. also i am so sorry this is unedited bc ofc it's 3am when i had the motivation to write this but i hope y'all enjoy ♡

i've had enemies so intense it felt like love, so mutual it felt romantic (chelsea hodson)

"what in the name of all the gods is he doing here?"

you're practically seething when coriolanus snow walks into your foyer. he's wearing an ensemble made with crisp white silk and intricately embroidered with gold thread - elegant, eventhough its silhouette would have been fashionable last year. a single white rose sits in the pocket of his jacket. he surveys the crowd, like he's calculating who's most worthy of his attention, platnium blond hair perfectly curled and practically glowing under the light of the chandelier. he looks beautiful, almost angelic.

you absolutely hate it.

"oh, i invited him," clemensia dovecote informs non-chalantly.

coriolanus makes eye contact with you from across the room, and you turn your head sharply to your best friend.

"why would you think it was okay to invite him?"

clemensia smiles mischeviously, grabbing two champagne flutes from a passing silver tray. she hands one to you.

"i know the two of you have your petty squabbles — "

"they are not petty, nor are they squabbles," you grumble, taking a sip of your drink.

your contempt towards coriolanus was perfectly reasonable and absolutely mutual. he had some ridiculous notion that snow had to land on top, that it was his right to be there instead of yours. your relationship, if you could call it that, was limited to nothing more than snide remarks, sarcastic comments, and scornful stares. you both hyperaware of the importance of keeping up appearances, but the older you got - the closer to life outside of the academy and the higher the stakes - the more any sense of civility between you two faded. just earlier this week, you'd gotten into such a heated debate about the best way to increase viewership for the upcoming 10th annual hunger games, that your professor excused you both from the class early due to the disruption. it seemed that no one knew how to make you burn with anger quite like coriolanus snow.

clemensia rolls her eyes. "whatever you want to call it, i actually think the two of you would get along if you really tried."

one of the things you admired - and, frankly, loathed - about clemensia was her determination to always prove herself right. she had this theory - one you would call ludicrous - that the tension between you and coriolanus had nothing to do with academics or status and everything to do with wanting to rip each other's clothes off.

your eyes catch coriolanus' icy blue ones again and you down the rest of your drink. obviously, clemensia was wrong about this. so, very wrong.

"well," you huff, setting your empty glass down on another silver tray that passes by. you brush invisible dust off your dress - a deep red lace, short and form fitting with exaggerated long sleeves - and add: "you'll be lucky if i invite you to my next party."

clemensia might have had the sense to apologize then, but you walked away before she had a chance.

you allow yourself to weave through the crowd, greeting every guest with an equal facade of enthusiasm and grace. you smile as brightly at one person as you do the next, showing off your newly bleached teeth and making sure that everyone feels special. silver trays of food and drinks appear and reappear throughout the crowd, being carried by nameless waiters. there's a table overflowing with gifts concealed by crisply folded wrapping paper - you expect at least half of them will be worthless.

you put up a good front, but soon enough your lipstick needs reapplying and your hair readjusting, so you briefly excuse yourself lest anyone notice a crack in your perfectly constructed image. the door to your room is slightly ajar, and you open it to reveal none other than the person you'd deliberately, but not so successfully, tried to ignore all night, his white silk shirt stained a dark crimson that happened to match your dress.

coriolanus was furious when he found out you'd invited the entire graduating class, except him, to your birthday party. you'd even invited sejanus. it wasn't that he particularly wanted to celebrate you, of all people. you were the most brilliant, biting, enfuriating person he knew, but to be excluded in such a way was insulting. when clemensia extended him the invite, he jumped at the chance to prove to everyone, to you, that he belonged here. tigris curated his outfit, and it would have been perfect had arachne crane, vapid creature she was and ever the lightweight, spilled an entire glass of red wine on him. he hurried away before anyone could see him in such a humiliating state. coriolanus is in the middle of calculating his options when you walk into what he now realizes is your bedroom.

you don't say a word at first. you haven't said one to him all night. instead, you close the door behind you and your eyes graze his figure.

"you show up to my party, late no less, and now you're parading around in what looks like a bloodstained shirt that is far too outmoded to be appropriate attire for this occasion," you remark, displaying that signature fierceness. "are you trying to ruin my birthday, snow?"

"don't blame me," coriolanus scoffs. his shoulders tense and he makes a point to stand up a bit straighter. "blame arachne for not being able to hold her alcohol while she's complaining about the food."

"oh?" you raise an eyebrow. "what did she say?"

"something about people in the districts having better options."

"vapid bitch," you mutter under your breath. you walk over to your closet, disappearing for a few seconds before bringing out a fresh shirt. you extend it to him, but he doesn't take it.

"i can't very well have a good time when one of my guests looks like he just got killed in the hunger games," you huff. "so either you put this on or your leave my party. now."

coriolanus holds your gaze, his jaw clenched, before giving in and taking the shirt from you. he goes to undo the buttons of his shirt, but stops when he notices that your eyes never leave him.

"some privacy would be nice," he says sharply.

you roll your eyes, muttering something about it being your house and your room, before sitting across the room at your vanity. as he undresses and throws his soiled shirt on the floor, coriolanus watches you closely. you meticulously apply lipstick, the shade of red almost as dark as your black nails.

you were attractive, there was no denying that, but ultimately dangerous. because you weren't carelessly cruel like arachne, nor did you wear your heart on your sleeve like sejanus. you didn't use your family's status as an excuse to avoid hard work like felix, nor were you a spineless know-it-all like clemensia. no, you were different from the rest. you had a fiery ambition and a sharp tongue, a wicked streak with just enough charisma to lure people in. sometimes when he thinks of you, coriolanus recalls stories his grandma'am once told him and tigress, about sea monsters who would tempt sailors with their bewitching voices and enchanting beauty, enticing them to risk everything - to jump into the ocean and never be relevant as anything more than a midnight snack. you were a constant, suffocating reminder of how quickly he could lose everything if he lost control, if he gave in.

coriolanus watches you set down the tube of lipstick before picking up a compact. you lightly brush the shimmery powder inside over your face to accentuate some of your gorgeous features.

the desire that burns throughout his body now has to be a side effect of the few glasses of liquor he managed to drink, allowing himself the appearance of having a good time alongside everyone else without losing control.

your eyes leave your reflection momentarily, and you finally catch coriolanus staring at you. you wink at him from across the room just as he's finished with the last button. the way you look at him makes the collar of his shirt feel tighter.

he can not give in....but what's the harm in admitting, just for one night, that he would let you drown him? devour him? beg on his knees to give you pleasure, and then thank you after the fact?

coriolanus clears his throat. "this feels wrong. i should be the one gifting you with a new shirt. it's your birthday, after all."

you let out a breathy laugh, setting down your makeup. you walk over to him, until there are only a few inches between you despite the vastness of your bedroom.

even you had to concede that coriolanus snow had such a gorgeous face for such a vicious person. you're infuriated by how elegant he looks now, in your shirt. your hands busy themselves in smoothing down his already perfect collar and you take note of the intensity of his heartbeat. you notice the way his jaw remains clenched, his posture stiff, his skin flushed. you realize that he must be trying so hard right now to retain his composure around you and you feel something that can only be described as triumph.

you smile at him, sickly sweet, and remove your hands from his body. "the best birthday present i could get is winning the plinth prize over you, snow. we both know you're not good enough, let alone better than me."

he hesitates slightly before responding.

"sorry, valerius. that's the one thing i can't give you. is there anything else you'd want from me?" he whispers, words dripping like honey.

"that depends, is there anything you want from me?"

he hums, moving his hand to cup your cheek. he begins to trace your lips with his thumb, ruining the look you had so meticulously crafted.

if only you knew.

"you're the birthday girl, sweetheart," he chides. "i'm supposed to be the one giving the gift. you do know how birthdays work, don't you?"

he's mocking you, you know that. he's trying to make you feel weak and small. you had the power a second ago, his heartbeat in the palm of your hand, and normally you wouldn't stand for him turning the tables. you'd push him away, storm out the door. but right now all you want is to tug on his perfect blond curls, to bite the smirk off his lips. maybe it's the way he's so close and can't seem to take his eyes off your lips or the calculated amount of wine you drank that's made your head a bit foggy, made you put your guard down. made you start to entertain the idea that maybe possibly clemensia's theory had some truth to it.

"why don't you surprise me?" you suggest.

coriolanus surges forward and kisses you with such ferocity, he might as well be a man starving. teeth on teeth on tongue. you instantly tangle your hands into his hair, pull on some curls just to see what he'd do. he retaliates by biting down on your bottom lip, hard enough that you taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with the remnants of honeyed wine on his lips. you whimper and pull away slightly. he holds your face firmly between his two hands, so you cannot go too far.

"sorry." but he smirks, and you know he doesn't really mean it.

eventually, you've both stumbled onto the bed half-naked. coriolanus positions himself above you, effectively caging you in with his arms and legs. you take note of his lean thighs, his bare torso with skin taut around his bones. you're almost taken aback by how frail he looks - like a malnourished teenager from one of the districts. you reach out to trace the outline of his ribs, your nails scraping against his skin, and he shudders. your hand moves lower, teasing the waistband of his underwear. he stops you before it slips underneath the material.

instead, coriolanus begins to indulge in his deepest fantasy. he kisses and sucks and bites down your body, his tongue trailing down your chest, over your breasts and around your nipples, across your stomach. he laps up your soft whines, the curses that tumble from your lips for him to do something more. you sink further into the silk sheets when he arrives between your thighs. you raise your hips, desperate to find any sort of relief, and you feel his nails dig into your hips.

"patience," he teases, his breath fanning over where you needed him most. "so needy." you could practically feel coriolanus roll his eyes.

"i swear to god snow, if you don't do something soon. i-i'll go find someone else to fuck me. felix, or maybe sejanus --"

you yelp when his teeth sink into your inner thigh. he looks up at you, eyes the darkest blue you've ever seen them.

"don't," coriolanus warns, and he gets back to work, lips actually arriving at where you needed them most.

after you've reached your high, he comes back up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. when he pulls away, you take note of how his lips and nose shine with remnants of you. the way he looks at you while he licks his lips shows you that he wants more. you move your hand down, and you're deeply satisfied when you feel him half hard, already sticky with his release.

"oh." you smirk. "you already finished."

his eyes widen, skin flushing pink. you could feel his heartbeat grow faster above you. you could imagine he was debating the best way to restore his dominance from before. yet, here he was, nothing but a horny teenage boy who came untouched as he was eating out his worst enemy. you find it in you to not call him pathetic, but instead decide, in your post-orgasm haze, you find it endearing.

"i-i didn't mean to, but --"

"i'm just that sexy when i cum," you suggest, running your hands through his curls to calm him down. "how about we try again, pretty boy?"

soon enough, he's sitting up with his back against your headboard and your legs wrapped around his waist, his length fully nestled into your warm cunt. coriolanus' blunt nails graze your hips, moving lower to your ass to guide you with each thrust. you love seeing him underneath you, seeming completely mesmerized by how your breasts bounce up and down in front of him. he leans forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, but you beat him to it. you bend forward and suck bruises onto his skin, everywhere and anywhere: underneath his chin, across his collarbone, where his neck meets his shoulder.

his moans are so loud, and you're sure he's not going to last much longer. you're also worried that some of the other party guests might catch you, so you pull his head away from your shoulder and crash your lips back onto to his. you swallow his moans as best you can, tongues fight for dominance, but he lets out a deep groan, and lets you win. you bite down on his bottom lip just as you reach your climax, causing him to let out a deep groan once more.

you gasp when he suddenly flips you over, pulls out of you and stokes himself a few times before painting your body with his release. coriolanus all but collapses on the bed beside you. you're both breathing heavily for a few moments, on your backs looking up at the ceiling, before he turns on his side towards you. coriolanus trails hs fingers down to your abdomen, sticky with his cum.

"i told you: snow lands on top."

"was that a joke, coryo?" you guffaw, genuinely surprised at the mischievous but playful glint in his eye. a bit surprised at yourself, too, for using his nickname that you'd so carefully avoided. you had to remind yourself that he was still the same coriolanus snow you'd grown to hate.

the boy tangled in the sheets beside you, his messy curls translucent under the light of your chandelier, his skin glowing with sweat and decorated with lipstick and rose-petal bruises. the boy who now smiles at you with dazzling blue eyes, leans closer and whispers:

"don't get used to it. it's a special occasion." coriolanus kisses you sweetly, and you shiver before he adds: "happy birthday."

this boy in bed with you now is the same manipulative, power hungry snake who would stab you in the back if need be. and, the truth of the matter is: you aren't much different, either.

you get up to grab his wine-stained shirt, use it to wipe off his release and toss it back down to the floor.

his eyes follow you the entire time, even as you come back to straddle him again. almost instantly, you feel him harden underneath you. you hold his head in your hands, kiss him deeply, tease his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away.

"snow lands on top, huh? not for long, if i can help it."

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hyakunana · 9 days

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POV: Even with advantage and buffs, your local folk hero just rolled 1 in Intimidation

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #larian studios #wyll ravengard #wulbren bongle #shadowheart #astarion #comics #fanart #poor wyll so polite even when intimidating #and against WULBREN OF ALL PEOPLE #'but where is barcus??' still stuck on the windmill because i forgot to rescue him whoops #im a failure of a folk hero #i kinda thought of having wulbren kickin his leg or a piece of steel watch hitting him but those would be other tests #plus im kinda on an art slump so im taking easy w myself dfghjk #like i said on twitter - i should NOT be allowed to inspo reroll after this fail - but i hit reroll too fast sdfghjklkjhgf #4th member of the team was lae'zel and i didn't know what to do with her #so i rather imagine she was offscream callin raphael to take her soul for the hammer bc she cant take this embarrassment

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bepoucorp · 5 months

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1966 batjokes

#crazy how my first ever (finished) joker drawing was romero's joker #the joker #joker #batman #batjokes #batman 1966 #fanart #also realized i never put 1966 joker #on my joker design #which is wild bc hes a big inspo #anyway #bepoucorp #batjokes 66'

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taeiris · 4 days

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commission for @nothoughts-onlywomen !!!

#thought i’d post it bc it crushed my heart #them :(#DUFFERS BETTER TAKE INSPO #lumax #lumax kiss #lumax fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #max mayfield #max mayfield fanart #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair fanart #st5 spoilers #st5 predictions #irisart!!!#commission!

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eloquent-edits · 2 months

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🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

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a2zillustration · 2 months

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I'm stupid.

I'm stupid and it made all these cutscenes awkward I'm so sorry Wyll.

[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

#in my haste to strip him down in combat I forgot I could toggle camp clothes don't @ me #the iron throne was so fun and so STRESSFUL #I did have to save scum bc I couldn't find Omeluum at first (he was lying in the water instead of on the chair lmao)#so Gale went that way #and Gale did not have knock. Or any sleight of hand experience.#7 rolls with tools and inspo and 0 nat 20s so we reloaded and did a new plan #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #act III spoilers #iron throne #croissant adventures #tav #wyll #lae'zel #gale #duke ravengard #breadweave #comics

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daeyumi · 6 months

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au Ganondorf 🪷

ngl i am Very proud of his design

#zelda #zelda au #ganondorf #au ganondorf #legend of zelda #loz au #zelda fanart #daeyumi art #cycle of the stars #cycle of the stars au #i sat on the wip of his ref sheet for 2 & a half months then finished it in 3 days lol #very on brand for me tbh #tho it’s not as bad as me sitting on my only completed drawing of him for a full YEAR before i even started on the ref 🤡#even tho I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to do with his design basically the entire time #anyways i took heavy inspo on this design from my design for the rehydrated ganondorf trend back in 2019 LOL #i won’t show that design here rn tho bc OOF it was rough 😂#maybe someday i’ll do a comparison tho lol #anyways the last ref sheet i have to finish for rn is zelda’s #then i’ll have all 4 of the main cast #and i’ll feel better about drawing more actual pieces for my au after that

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asmoteeth · 4 months

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Engineer showing off his weirdass dog

#Inspo was photos of people holding dogs and cats #bc i think that's what their dynamic is #team fortress 2 pyro #team fortress 2 engineer #tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 engineer #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #sfm #you're free to tag as texas toast but it is not intended to be ship content #more like #engiedad

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nordsea-horizons · 2 months

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sunken path🌱 im late to this trend i know, but it really is such a cool area to include if you have the space! credit for the idea to crossingani_ ofc🍃

#tried to put my own spin on it! it was hard to pick a spot bc this build takes up A Lot of space🍃#i feel like its worth it tho!#toadstool island #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #acnh island #acnh exterior #acnh spring #acnh forestcore #acnh forest #acnh sunken path #acnh terraforming #acnh inspiration #acnh inspo #acnh community #acnh cozy

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leenfiend · 10 months

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post battle .. celebration??

#they celebrate in their own ……. special way #Klance #vld #Voltron #vld Klance #my art #me having wanted to draw silly short comic pages for like 3 years but unable to bc no inspo #meets 2 dumbasses : I’m inspired….

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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Jake pussy eating headcanons? I just KNOW he's a professional

oh heck yes he is

ngl as he was originally wheelchair bound, the necessity for pleasing partners in more unconventional ways became all the more pressing. therefore his pussy eating and fingerfucking skills upped tenfold

pair this with his new avatar form, and holy fuck

• i think jake's especially into it too, bc he can see every part of your body; when he's got his thick blue cock inside you, there's an element of pressure to be in the right place, keep you comfortable, and only so many poses he can do, buut

• when he's on his knees, thighs spread out, maybe lightly humping the soft grass below him, all the while his face is buried between your opened legs, he's much happier

• he can take in your whole body; see your writhing form, back arching off the ground, nipples perked up in the cold air, mouth agape in ecstasy, and pussy, of course, swollen and dripping all over his face

• jake makes excellent use of his tongue too, now it's even more long, thick and flexible. his eyes will be clasped shut, mouth slightly upwards turned not only to better please you, but also because he's genuinely delighted to be eating you out like this

• he's happy to do whatever it takes to make you squeal and gush all over him, but especially loves mouth-fucking you. thrusting his lengthy blue tongue deep inside your clenching entrance, finding your special spot and keening hard into it, that's his favourite

• it's mostly because he can taste you so well, but also because he can nuzzle the flat of his nosebridge right up close to your throbbing, swollen clit, and take in the scent of your warmth and arousal

• he'll smear your juices all over him too. all over his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, chin. loves to take little breaks and nip at your thighs too; maybe take gentle bites to your exposed pussy lips and use the tip of his tongue to swiftly lick up and down your opening until it starts to numb down

• he claims that he only does it so often (and much) because it helps to ease the stretch of his girthy length when he's filling you up, but he really just loves how your hips shake when he speed-tonguefucks your sticky, hot opening

• ofc he also uses his hands and fingers too. jake loves to smack and spank your glistening folds, but especially to tug and massage your sensitive outer lips; he'll often do it after your first orgasm, bc it helps to coax out all his cum or your leftover juice, and therefore means he can slurp up all that excess essence, usually with a small grin or smirk

• he also uses his fingers to pump inside you, usually his middle and ring fingers, by doing so having a more stable base to pound hard into your pussy; his ring and index resting on either side of your mound

• he loves the digging and beckoning motion that makes you squirm and whine extra hard too, so he'll often just toggle your g-spot for like 20mins at a time, until you squeal and buck up into his awaiting mouth

• ofc he most enjoys using both simultaneously. fingering you slow, and sensuously, yet also tonguing your engorged bud swift enough to make you cum in minutes. blowing on your clit is a move he loves too, likewise any hums, breaths or sighs right onto your exposed skin is common, bc it only riles you up further

• jake's also a noisy fucker. wanton groans and little laughs of amusement at your motions. he loves to make noise, and it extends to sex too.

• similarly to when he's being stimulated, almost all noises are appreciated both from him and to him by others. the only real difference with him giving oral is that they're more in response than because of a feeling

• he'll use a lot of "uh huh, thaaat's it", "..that's it babygirl, good girl, fuck", "take it, take it in..i know you can do it, c'mon, take it for me" and "..ah-ah-uhhuh, that's right, there you go love, so good for me"; but jake'll also just make a lot of sounds too

• lots of hums of approval or feigned surprise, chuckles of endearment, tuts, tssks, and patronizing "ohhh, fffuck babygirl, that's it, come all over my fingers", "ohoh-shit..gush for me...fuck, so fuckin' wet". all of it'll be loud, but oddly restrained and gentle at the same time

• likewise noises are a big deal. he loves any squelching, wetness, slick and moist sounds; e.g. when your pussy sucks in his fingers so eagerly that they squelch around him, it's only serves to make his cock harder, and his tip leakier

• he's partial to taking a moment though too. sitting back, upright a bit, maybe mid-way through working up to a well-worked for release just to tease you. he'll cast his emerald eyes up, exploring your desperate state; eyebrows scrunched, lip quivering, eyes shut, chest heaving, and your body almost moving of its own accord

• the ego boost that comes with that, to him, is golden. it means he's got you. he's got your rhythm. you thrust up into his hand, you cream all over his eager mouth and tongue, you whine and moan in time with his ministrations, and it gives him this sense of control, yet also a feeling of knowing he's impressing you too

• to top it all off, he'll definitely just stop and look at your pussy specifically. take both his hands, and softly push your thighs wider for him, using his experienced fingers to lightly pull apart your moistened, swollen pussy lips to get a glimpse of your clenching, needy opening

• he'll be mesmerized by it, just watching and observing your entrance open and close, constricting around the air, almost pulsing from your hyper-aroused state, induced by his movements, and it makes him smirk like hell

hope u enjoyed anon! +reqs open as usual :)

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