#2nake

[minglz]

"I   dare   you   to   try." (@eun from 2nake!)

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ PROBABLY SOME MEME- I'M TOO LAZY TO LOOK IT UP;; ft. @2nake  *** if you do turn into a thread, please do so on a new post! ***

ㅤㅤ𝓣he young woman tugged back on her purse- hands clenched tightly around the straps. Inside, she had some of her most valuable contents- ID, bank cards, phone, keys, et cetera. It would be an absolute pain and process to get all of them replaced if she let go. She was smaller than he was, most likely weaker from the tugs on her bag. ❝Give it back!❞ Eun tried to steady herself for a brief moment before she lifted her right leg and tried to kick at his shins. ❝If you needed a tampon, you could have just asked!❞

[hangtenn]

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if you asked lennon before she decided to drink beer like a frat boy, she would have laughed if someone said he'd be in this position. knobby knees bruising on the ground, their back arched and his mouth open as snake continued to talk shit, hitting her tonsils. ( there was nothing cute about it either. ) saliva seemed to coat around her mouth, as his fingers lace in his long, blonde hair. she can't help but gag slightly, eyes squeezing shut as they pinch at the web space between her thumb and index finger. ( they heard that helps with a bad gag reflux. )

her tongue slides over his piercing as he manages to pull his head back, giving her throat a brief break. she repeats the motion, hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking at him as tongue twirls around the head of his cock. ( the faster they wrap this up, the faster she can forget this ever happened. )

icy blue eyes immediately lock on snake's, grabbing a hold of his hips as she brings him into his mouth again. he feels him throb on his tongue, causing him to bob their head faster, icy blues nearly pleading. ( she's sick of hearing him talk shit. ) she has every right to spit his own cum in his face after this. ( what a fucking ungrateful asshole. ) // @2nake

[wlfsbane-a]

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ ~ 2nake 🙈

incoming message ... @2nake.

it's hot, far too hot, despite the fact that your clothes are nowhere to be seen. haphazardly thrown in various places around your body in a drunken haze. cross faded haze, to be more exact. yet even then, your skin burned hot - from both arousal and anger. you weren't the type to do physical intimacy on a whim. but the way he kept running his mouth half an hour ago and the foggy state of your mind had resulted in your teeth snapping onto his bottom lip. hard enough for crimson to drip down his chin. he was cuter when he was quiet.

actions like those have consequences.

now it's the time of night where only the crickets were awake. you're in the depths of a park you couldn't bother to remember the name of as bark bites into your bare back, his fingers dripping with your arousal. he pushes them knuckle deep within you once again.

❝ i hate you, i hate you. i hate you so fuckin' much — ! ❞ your voice cracks in pitch towards the latter of your swears, the very moment his digits curl ever so slightly. normally endurance was your strong suit, but your intoxication causes your skin to be more sensitive than you had bargained for.

[notmarine]

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club. — @2nake

not his scene. definitely not his fucking scene. and yet, that is there the appeal resides, blaring lights and overwhelming music and the stench of sweat thick on the air. dae-ho's posture is the most blatant giveaway that he doesn't belong, arms rigidly crossed / scowl on his face / towering over patrons, making himself resemble a bodyguard more than anything else. they pile into the bathroom as though they have nothing greater to do with their time ( and perhaps they don't / perhaps this is the most prototypical relieving of stress that dae-ho could conceivably seek out ). before he knows it, snake slips ahead of him into a stall; the door slams shut, the lock clicks, and for once, dae-ho may turn his brain off. it's a tight squeeze within for someone of his stature, shoulders brushing both walls, but the claustrophobia only adds to the heat pooling inside him. snake drops to his knees, and the way in which subsequent action coaxes his cock to jump infuriates him. lips take shape around him, and there is a temporary bliss in not having to hear that fucker talk. a guttural grown rips out of him, and he clenches his jaw as though it could bite the noise back. he can't stop himself from grinding into his mouth, can't stop chasing more — what the fuck is restraint for, anyway ? he's here for a reason.

[notmarine]

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear — @2nake

he's rather bold, isn't he ? sneered audacity dripping through, breathed crude in his ear in the wake of a half-scuffle. the words are taunting. his entire body stiffens, a sharp inhale coaxed through his teeth. from another, the whisper would serve as velvet-lined seduction, gentler and softer and safer. here, and from snake, it is provocation — his whole life has been a reactionary lesson on challenges to his masculinity, so would would be different now ? not a damn thing. raw and physical and uncomplicated; impulse in how he twists a fistful of fabric at snake's chest to pin him in his hold. meeting a challenge with another challenge. ❛❛ you think i won't, huh ? bastard. ❜❜

[wlfsbane-a]

" you could kill me and you should . " ~ 2nake uh oh bro

incoming message ... @2nake.

anger gnaws at your heart, scorching your veins hot, hot, and hotter. it's not often that you're angry, nor do you allow it to consume you like you do in this very moment. but as you look upon your motorcycle, battered and dented to the point of near being totaled, you cannot help the rage that boils inside you. the beast nestled within you relishes in your emotions, lapping up your agitation as if it were a fine meal. your back muscles tense with how you roll your shoulders.

❝ kill you? ❞ dark acrylic nails find his front, digging into the fabric of his shirt. you aren't sure what upsets you more, his words or that he dares speak them with a smile playing on his lips.

❝ no, actually. ❞ you lift him off his feet with ease, and slam him down into the concrete as if he weighed as much as a small doll. with enough force that the ground near cracks with the force. ❝ but i'll make ya' wish y' were dead. ❞

[throatsplit]

“ you think anyone saw us ?” (2nake to remy!)

a meme that i took entirely out of context because i'm being self-indulgent. 🥰

Remy huffs out something like a laugh, grinning with all teeth and a rough drawl, "Who gives a fuck?"

Very deliberately, before Snake can answer, Remy's moving to press his palms against Snake's chest and shoving him back against the wall—hard. His hands are fast and unrelenting, like he's decided not to let Snake go until he decides otherwise. There's no one around anymore, but it's clear Remy couldn't give a shit either way.

He crowds Snake's space fast, lips tracing his way along his jaw to find the curve of his throat—slow, like he wouldn't mind spending his entire night just tasting with his mouth against skin. His hands slip beneath Snake's shirt, recklessly exploring with a cool touch, heavy-handed as if his goal is to pin him there—at least until he's taken his fill. His breath is hot against Snake's neck as he huffs out another laugh, "Let 'em watch. Might teach 'em somethin'."

[sangreflor]

❝  i don’t believe in vampires. ❞ ~ 2nake!

vampiric sentence starters. always accepting!

Annelise's glass pauses halfway to her lips, green eyes flicking up to meet Snake's behind the bar. She laughs once, a kind sound, and a spark of something playful shines in her gaze. Her head tilts as she sets the glass down, studying him like she's weighing whether or not to deliver the punchline. If there was ever a time, it'd be now, when it's too early in the morning for most patrons to keep powering through and they're nearly alone in the dim-lit bar.

"No?" she asks, the word soft against her tongue. She's not being condescending, not really—she's just got a decent grip on her control tonight and she's feeling particularly cheeky. It's not like her to be so brazen about her undeath, but she's several drinks in, and at some point during the night, she'd decided Snake isn't a threat. He seems like the kind of person who does well with weird, too, and that only emboldens her.

So she's playful—just for tonight. Her smile widens, displaying the tips of four slender, pointed canines. The tip of her tongue runs over the edge of one of them very deliberately before her mouth snaps closed and her smile returns. It's just the beginning of the things she could show him, but she doesn't offer any more than that.

"You don't strike me as someone particularly closed-minded."