#Taker X Reader

[cutestcouch]

aj hitting it raw and overstimulating the reader like it’s crazy 8 positions 6 hours on the bed, on the couch, kitchen counter or stairs type shit

NASTY

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Aj x Reader

Warnings: Doggystyle, cowgirl, face sitting. Anal sex, vaginal sex, squirting (Short imagines of each!) I didn’t do too many cause I wanted it to be a short Drabble

First 2 Dividers by @konatasoup ! Last two from @aquazero Pictures from Pinterest, feedback would be greatly appreciated!! <3

Doggystyle

‘ Yeah you like that?’ His hips slammed back into you, chest pressed down against the marble of the kitchen island. ‘ uh huh..’ you mumbled out. His hand folding your arms behind your back, relentlessly pounding into your poor pussy. His free hand digging into your hip and pulling you back to meet each deep stroke of his hips.

Eyes fluttering shut, his position behind you shifted. Hitting that sweet spot repeatedly, pulling a strangled out cry from your throat. ‘ Fuck you’re so goddamn tight.. just squeezing me’ His pace got sloppier, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

He felt your walls flutter around him, his nimble fingers found your clit. Rubbing it vigorously in circles. ‘ That’s it, cum for me baby..’ your pussy clenched, ‘ oh fuck- shit—‘ whining out, creaming around of him. He groaned, burying himself to the hilt. Your release triggering his own, thick’s spurts of cum erupting into your sopping cunt.

Cowgirl

Aj bucked up into you, your hips pitifully trying to match his pace. Tits bouncing with each thrust, pathetic Moans falling from your lips. ‘ Fuck— Anthony—‘ you choked out, cock roughly ramming into your cervix. The sound of skin slapping echoing in the large bedroom.

‘ mhm.. that’s my girl.. so fuckin’ wet.’ Big hand sliding up your side to grope at one of your tits, fingers pinching and tweaking your aching nipple. ‘ God these tits.. just perfect..’ He leaned forward and took the other one into his mouth, groaning around it. Sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

‘ Yes yes yes—‘ His pelvis bumped against your clit, leaning forward and bracing yourself on his chest. He grinned, grabbing the fat of your ass and folding your legs back against your thighs. Forcibly fucking up into you, his balls hitting your ass with each movement. ‘ ohh shitt—‘ thighs quaking, white hot pleasure flooding your senses.

Anal sex

Your hands were holding onto the railing of the stairs for dear life, Aj mercilessly drilling into your soaked cunt. Ass jiggling after every snap of his hips, ‘ Mmph.. fuck..’ you whined out, nightgown bunched up around the base of your spine. His heavy cock abusing your poor little hole, each stroke eliciting a pathetic noise from your lips.

‘ Shit.. ass just sucking me in, fuck baby..’ Aj moaned behind you, he had been sooo pent up. He couldn’t even wait to get up to the bedroom, he had to take you on the stairs. ‘ Been thinkin about bending you over all day..’ his voice was increasing in pitch. God he was so needy.

‘ Yeah uh huh..’ your eyes fluttering shut, forehead resting on the railing. His breathing was ragged behind you, pace getting sloppier. He was so close, ‘ please baby cum for me..’ he whimpered, fingers rubbing your clit desperately. ‘ Nngh.. fuck m’cumming—‘ you choked out.

Face sitting

Aj’s groaned into your dripping folds, your thighs straddling his face. Tongue languidly licking at your clit, pressing hungry kisses against it. ‘You taste so good baby…’ he mumbled, giving you a deep appreciative suck. A single finger circling your hole before sliding right in. ‘ ngh.. mhm..’

You rutted against his face faster, hot mouth engulfing your sensitive pearl. Another finger sliding in next to the first, effectively curling against that spongey spot. ‘ Oh oh—‘ you whimpered ‘ Anthony…’ hips grinding against his eager mouth. Fingers gripping the headboard for stability.

He chuckled beneath you, ‘ you close baby? Gonna make a mess on my face huh..’ he teased you, fingers increasing in rhythm. Curling and scissoring inside of you perfectly, harshly sucking on your clit.

It was just too much, and before you know it- your body had tensed up. ‘ oh fuckkk—‘ pussy gushing around his fingers and all over his face, he groaned before coughing. ‘ oh shit- Sorry!’ looking down and raising up to make sure you didn’t accidentally waterboard him.

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Thank you so much for reading ! This looks a little rushed but it isn’t intentional, I wasn’t sure what to put. Let me know if you’d like to be on my taglist ! Commenting and feedback appreciated, love you <3

[anon-188]

AJ + bubble baths 🫧

summary: thinking about AJ, soaking wet, surrounded by bubbles, and still somehow being both the sweetest and filthiest man to ever exist. sigh.

pairing: AJ x f!reader

warnings: bath sex, praise, fingering, riding, soft dom!AJ, emotional intimacy

(explicit sexual content (18+) below the cut)

♡ AJ would never be the one to suggest it—not because he didn’t want to, but because it just "didn’t cross his mind."

♡ but the second you even hint at a bath—barely a full sentence out—he’d already be unbuttoning his shirt like you asked him personally. like you were giving him an excuse he didn’t even know he needed.

♡ you’d always insist on bubbles and he’d hum like he didn’t care—but he’d still help you pour them in, watching the foam rise with that lazy smile, already picturing how you’d feel curled up against him.

♡ and when you would finally get in, it would always be your back pressed against his chest. you might try to settle on your own, but he’d just pull you in by your waist like it was non-negotiable (because it was). “come here,” he’d murmur, voice low and rich against your ear.

♡ most of the time, you would just lay there, feeling his heartbeat against your back, his legs bracketing yours, caging you in without even trying.

♡ his lips would never leave your skin. he’d press slow, unhurried kisses to your shoulder, the side of your neck, the top of your spine—anywhere his mouth could reach without even lifting you.

♡ naturally, his hands wouldn’t be able to stay still either. one would trace slow lines across your stomach or slip up your sides just above the water, while the other dipped below the surface, fingers brushing your thighs, your hips—nowhere in particular and everywhere all at once.

❤︎┊(18+ below)┊❤︎

♡ AJ’s fingers would always start out so innocent too, just barely skimming over your legs under the warm water—until they’d inevitably dip lower, parting your thighs with a deliberate push before his fingertips found your clit, rubbing slow, dirty circles.

♡ AJ would never rush you. he’d just keep his mouth at your neck, kissing lazy trails up to the sensitive spot under your ear, making your back arch against him right as his fingers slipped inside you, working deep and too damn good.

♡ and it would only get worse (better) when you turned and kissed him hard and sloppy, moaning into his mouth as his fingers kept fucking you slow, water sloshing around you both.

♡ eventually, you'd end up in his lap because AJ loves when you ride him during a bath. your thighs trembling as you sink down onto him, the stretch burning deliciously right—his head dropping back with a curse, fingers digging hard into your hips.

♡ but he always gets impatient halfway through—gripping your ass and fucking up into you harder, water splashing over the edge as your hands scramble to brace somewhere behind him.

♡ AJ would make you ride him faster, rougher, his voice breaking against your lips as he muttered, “just like that, baby—fuck, don’t stop.”

♡ his mouth would find your chest, sucking your nipple between his lips and biting just enough to make you whimper.

♡ while bouncing you on his cock underneath the water, he'd tell you how pretty you sounded falling apart—like you were made for this. made just for him.

♡ when you’re close—moans falling out of your mouth back to back, choking out something that sounds like his name—AJ’s hand would be at the back of your neck, pulling your forehead to his, whispering “look at me, baby. cum for me.” knowing the words always send you over the edge.

♡ and as your orgasm hits—body locking up, thighs shaking against his hips as you moan his name loud enough to echo off the bathroom walls—he’s fucking you through it, every thrust dragging out each shudder.

♡ when it’s over—when the water runs cold and the steam has long since faded from the mirror—AJ would still hold you there, letting you catch your breath. he’d press soft kisses to your shoulder and temple, murmuring lazy little sweet nothings into your damp skin like you’re something he never plans to let go of.

♡ sometimes, it leaves you wondering if that’s the real reason he (secretly) loves bubble baths—not the water, not even the sex, but the way it keeps you wrapped up in him just a little longer.

please do not repost, copy, or claim my work as your own.

author's note: this is my first headcanon!! i was super nervous to post this, so i apologize if it's a little rough around the edges. but even so, i hope you enjoyed it! ♡

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[hearts4sammonroe]

“Pretty”

pairing: baby daddy!aj x f!reader

contains: fluffy smut, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, swearing, orgasm (f).

a/n: minnie’s request 🫶 divider credits are in my masterlist, pics are from pinterest!

Ever since you had your precious baby a few months ago, you’ve been absolutely exhausted and stressed like any other parent. Aj was always there for you. Always waiting on you hand and foot even when you aren’t asking for it. So, when you told him you needed some stress relief, he was on it.

Usually, you two cook dinner together but he did it all himself tonight. Fixed up all the bottles and put baby to bed. Fixed up a bath for you. And now, he was worshiping you with his mouth.

You were lying down on the bed, panties already off while Aj kissed down your belly and thighs. “Your pussy’s so perfect…”

Wrapping your legs over his shoulder, he kisses your pussy lips before licking a long strip through them.

Soon enough, he was practically making out with your pussy. Sloppy noises filled the room, erotic sounds of Aj’s mouth worshipping you.

Aj wrapped his lips around your puffy clit, suckling on it while his middle finger teased your entrance. He looked up at you, a grin on his face while he slowly sinks a finger into you. “‘S that feel good, doll? Making your pussy feel so good? Hm?”

You nod, moaning softly as your hand goes down to his hair. Aj goes between fast licking, sucking and flattening his tongue on your clit, while his ring finger joins his middle one in your entrance. “I’ll never get enough of this.”

After a few minutes, your thighs were shaking around his head and your hips were rolling up for more friction. “Gonna cum on my face, doll? C’mon, give it to me…” Aj doubled his efforts, fingers rubbing against that spongy spot inside of you while his tongue perfected its work on your clit. With one last curl of his fingers, and his tongue flicking rapidly, you came, juices covering his face.

Once you came down from your high, body shuddering slightly from the aftershocks, a satisfied grin on your face, Aj made a show of licking his fingers clean. “Tastes so good.” He smiles, crawling up to capture your lips in his.

You could taste yourself when his tongue slipped into your mouth. Aj pulled away, his chin still covered in your slick as he smiles at you adoringly.

“You did so good, pretty. You always do.”

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[akixxrafiiy]

PLEASAEEEEEKEKWKWKDKSKS I NEED HIM SO BAD LIKE HIM AS AJ😫😫 yknow the song Gangsta by Kehlani IT REMINDS ME OF HIMMM

[alealuvshayden]

Scott and Sam Monroe - SMUT

twins!Scott/Sam Monroe x reader

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

„Yo dude! How about we invite y/n over???“ the blond texts his twin. Both of them had the hots for you. Popular girl at school i mean who wouldnt? But BOTH??? Too much maybe..

First you had your eyes on Scott, Sam was just too.. emo for you. Scott tried everything to get you to come over at his house, so when their mom and stepdad left for a trip and left the two teenage boys alone, Scott invited you.

„Is your brother gonna be there too.?“ you ask sweetly as Scott walked you to your locker.

„Yep he‘s home too.. that okay?“ he asks you. Both of the guys wanted you, you had no idea. They made plans to get you.. because if one twin can have you, the other surely can too.

„Yeah.. its alright… m‘home alone as well, i might sleep over..“

Oh yeaaahhhh baby, jackpot.

„Sure you can, babe.“

You smile softly at him, Scott was always so nice, unlike his brother who was a skank to everyone. Moody guy.

„Alrightyyy, i‘ll be over after school. See ya, Scotty..“

Scott knew he had you, and he had you good. Quickly texted his brother.

„We got her dude, now you just gotta charm her as well. She doesnt like you. Loser.“

Sam rolled his eyes at the message but quickly replied with:

„Oh she‘ll be all over me before you know it, bastard.“

He finished his smoke and got into his car outside of school where he waited for the uglier version of himself.

Later that afternoon you came over. Sun was already going down. It was a warm spring day. You ring the bell and Sam opened the door.

„Hey peachy c‘mon in. Make yourself at home.“

You roll your eyes at him. „Yeah yeah.. where‘s your brother?“

„You looking for Scott?? You‘re having both of us tonight, sunshine.“

That made you groan. You made your way to the living room where Scott was at. Charmy, pretty boy Scott. „Hi Scotty!!“

He got up and wrapped his broad arms around you. „Heyyy, babe. Made it alright?“ He asked you with a smile on his face, showing his perfect set of teeth. You nod softly at him and mumble a faint „mhm“

As the three of you sat on the couch, you quickly got fond of Sam. He was actually really nice.. to you at least. Through the night he smacked Scott on the head multiple times which made you laugh out loud.

„Sam!!“ I giggle.

„What?? Im making him pay up, peachy.“

You shake your head and laugh, Scott wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whining.

„He hurt me and youre laughing about it..?“

„Awww baby calm down…“ you stroke his hair gently.

Sam got jealous at the sight. He wanted your affection as well, why didnt he also get it from you? He took a smoke break outside.

„What‘s wrong with him…?“ you ask Scott.

„Dude‘s jealous, wants you too y‘know?“

That clicked something in you. Both of the Monroe Brothers wanted you… Ohhh so that‘s what Sam meant when he said you were having both of them tonight.

You got up from Scott‘s embrace and decided to check up on Sam. „I‘ll be back, dont miss me too much.“

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw Sam just staring at the pool. You approach him and tap his shoulder. „Mad at me..?“ you ask innocently.

„No.. no not mad at you.. dont worry, peachy…“

You crawled onto his lap, since he was sitting on a chair. He gasped and wrapped an arm around you as he continued smoking his cigarette. Deciding to be bold.. you plant a kiss onto his neck, and he hummed at that.. „mmh.. continue.. please..“

You continued kissing his neck and he picked you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you in. Sam said to Scott. „Look who finally caved..“ Scott laughed at the sight and you abruptly stop what you were doing.

„Caved..?“ You ask confused.

„Yeah caved, sweetie. I knew you already wanted me so it was the mission to get you to like Sam too.. You cant pick one of us can you..?“

You hesitantly shake your head no.. you really couldnt choose. Both of the twins were just too.. good looking to choose.. having the same face after all, how could you possibly choose?

Sam continued carrying you and the brothers made their way to Scott‘s bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck like a baby and Sam kissed your forehead.

„Gonna take us both..?“ He asked and you shyly nodded.. „I-if i manage to…“

„You will manage, babe. I believe in you.“ the blonde spoke, that boosted your confidence. They laid you on the bed and started stripping off their clothes and then helped you out of your clothes.

You started whining lightly at the touch, already having a wet spot on your panties from arousal. Scott leaned in and kissed you while Sam made his way down and kissed your other lips. You moaned into the kiss with Scott and he drunk them all up as if they belonged to him.

Eventually Sam made you cum just from lightly eating you out. Then they switched. Scott spit on his hand and rubbed his cock, making it glisten before sweetly thrusting into you. You gasped loudly, he didnt fit into you.

„Ahh.. hurts.. hurts..“

As soon as you whimpered Scott stopped all his movements, leaving you time to adjust to him. Sam kissed your cheeks and forehead as a way to comfort you. ��Sorry, peachy.. you give us the green light m‘kay..? We will stop everything if you need to.“

Reassurance king? You nodded gently and made eye contact with Scott.

„Y-you can move, S-scotty..“

Scott started lightly thrusting into you as you moaned loudly. The neighbors could most likely hear you but all of you couldnt care less. Sam sucked on your tits as Scott continued his business in you.

You tangle your fingers into Sam‘s hair, tugging on them as Scott fucked your brains out.

„So.. fucking.. tight.. mmm.. fuck..“ Scott groaned as he held onto your hips.

Then Sam approched your face and his big cock slapped your cheek lightly. „You ready to take it, y/n?“

You shake your head no.. you werent comfortable blowing someone off, yet. „N-n-no..“ You manage to get out of your lips. „Oh shit he‘s really fucking you dumb? What happened to our smart girl?“ „It‘s ok, baby you dont have to suck me off..“ Sam leaned in and kissed you gently.

Scott felt himself nearing his high and he pulled out, your pussy clenched on nothing as you felt the emptiness. Sam then quickly filled you up again and you felt no difference. Blondie started jacking off to make himself cum and he came on your stomach..

„Fuck, babe. You‘re so good.. mm..“ He kissed your lips sweetly as you continued moaning desperately. After a while Sam made you cum again and you clenched around him. „aaahhh..“ he whined at the feeling as you came undone. He continued thrusting gently to help you ride out your orgasm. He then pulled away and jacked off as well, also cumming on your stomach.

He moaned at the sight of cum on your belly. „You took us so well baby.. we love you“ Scott spoke gently. Both of the guys cleaned you up and kissed you softly everywhere.

Then you all snuggled up under the sheets. You in the middle and both of them on either side of you.

The next few days were gonna be crazy

not proofread! had this in the drafts for some time wasnt sureeee so ya.

gotta work on some ideas people gave me have patience peoples

tryna change my style on here idek

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[totallynotalea]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[anakinsfavwife]

ok so you know how people have that sam and scott twin brother au?

hear me out…

THEM GROWN??

(scott being aj and sam being james, obviously with their same names but yk)

and it could kind of have the same plot as american heist (loosely) where scott wanted to impress y/n after their breakup by being a ‘bad boy’ and actually fell into some bad things causing him to run from the law most of his life, relying on his brother who changed his ways for the better since he was a teenager but always ends up in trouble for his twin

i’m cooking 🧑‍🍳

[enchant5d]

God how I wish that FUCLING FEDORA NEVER EXISTED!!

[take-taker-taken]

Part two is ready, so here we go!

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this ‘item’ in The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons - this particular part is mostly knife play. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

As ever, please read the notes at the end.

The List - CNC - Part Two

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the back of the truck; it’s stopped and started a few times, probably at lights but you’ve absolutely no idea where you might be. You’ve closed your eyes - no point having them open with the material over your face - and you’re surprised at all the small sounds your ears are picking up. At one point, you think you hear Shawn’s voice but then some music comes on and drowns it out.

The covering over your head is really starting to irritate you and so you begin to rub the side of your head against the blanket, wondering if you can work it loose. After a minute or so however you give up, because it seems like it’s held in place around your neck by a drawstring, which would explain why Shawn had been able to tighten it so quickly. Your mind turns to your destination and you try to guess where they might be taking you. It seems doubtful that he’s merely taking you to his house - they’re too good at this and probably won’t want you anywhere that’s familiar. Certainly not to a hotel… not to any place with near neighbours, really. You pull against your bindings but they’re not shifting. You try working your ankles in small movements and it does seem to loosen off a little, but it’s not going to contribute to any escape attempt.

The truck slows, turns and then you’re bounced around a little as it drives over uneven ground at low speed. Your heart rate instantly picks up again because it’s clear that the next part of this scene is coming up. You wonder whether Mark is waiting because you’ve not had any evidence that he’s here with Shawn in the truck and he definitely wasn’t around in the house. The cab door opens and slams shut and then the darkness of the truck bed is removed as he rolls back the cover. You lay completely still and silent and for a few moments nothing at all happens and then you scream in shock as you’re grabbed and pulled along, the blankets easing the way and then Shawn is manhandling you up on to his shoulder again and you squeak some more.

“Knew I should have put a fucking gag on you,” he comments as he settles you on his shoulder - a more difficult task this time due to your tied position. “You move and I’ll let you fall and just drag you through the dirt.” He turns around and begins to walk as he adds, “Maybe I should do that anyway - it’s where whores like you belong.”

“Not a whore,” You’re breathing hard again and words are an effort.

“Yeah, well… we’ll see about that.” He turns abruptly, making you fear for the safety of your head, and you hear a door open - the sound of a basic latch and then his boots walking across a wooden floor. The smell of timber surrounds you and so you figure you must be in some kind of cabin. Your thoughts are interrupted as Shawn starts to lower you down before he lets go and you drop the last foot or so to the floor.

“Got a live one?”

It’s Mark.

“Oh, yeah… walked right in and back out, easy as anything.”

“She give you any trouble?” You hear his heavy footfall across the floor, getting louder as he approaches until the wooden boards beneath you shake slightly.

“Nothin’ that a couple threats didn’t quiet down. All the usual, y’know.. ‘I can give you money’, ‘you don’t have to do this’ stuff.” You’re prodded with a foot and you assume it’s Shawn as he goes on, “Hey, you’ll never guess what she said when I took her out of the truck…” He breaks out into a giggle. “She said… she said, ‘I’m not a whore!’”

Mark laughs and then he’s crouching down and working the knots that bind your legs to your wrists and you can’t help feeling some relief as the discomfort of the tie leaves you. He unwinds the rope from your ankles and then hauls you to your feet.

“She ain’t saying much now,” He comments, keeping a strong grip on the back of your neck. You try to imagine what expression he’s wearing and make a half-hearted attempt to shake free of his hold. To your surprise he lets go and then you’re just stood there between the two of them, still with the damn bag over your head and your hands tied behind your back. There’s a few seconds silence and then he speaks to you. “Well? Now what you gonna do?”

You’re at a complete loss because well - what can you do? Unsure of their exact positions, you turn your head slightly to the left and right in a bid to address them both.

“I… let me go? Please?”

“Ohh, I like the way she says ‘please’,” That’s Shawn again and it seems he’s on your right. “Let’s get her to say that some more.”

You squeak as Mark takes hold of your neck again and then the drawstring is loosened and he pulls the covering from your head. The cool air is welcome and of course it means that you finally get to see them. They’re both in jeans and t-shirts; the sleeves have been cut off Mark’s and he’s got his hair tied back with a black bandana covering the top of his head. Shawn’s hair hangs loose and he’s wearing a heavy silver chain around his neck. You don’t know how they’re doing it but they’re both exuding an air of being complete strangers to you.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Mark says. “We need some entertainment… and you’re it.” He looks across at Shawn and adds, “Shall we?”

“Wh… what do you mean?” You look from one to the other of them as you take a small step back. You don’t get an answer - Shawn just steps behind you and takes hold of your upper arms, causing you instinctively to struggle. You cry out as he laughs and then bites your neck yet again - higher up this time. “Stop, please!”

Shawn just huffs out a laugh and licks across your skin. “Stop? We’re just getting started.”

Mark has crossed to a table under the window and seems to be contemplating something. Your breath catches when he turns around with a hunting knife in his hand. Shawn tightens his grip when he feels you tense up and as Mark starts to slowly walk back over you plant your feet and try to shove back but you’re no match for Shawn’s strength, even as you wrench yourself left and right to try and escape. Mark’s left hand shoots out and he grabs your neck.

“Moving around all over the place when I’m holding this near you?” He says, lifting the knife up so that it’s right in front of your face. “Bad idea.” He holds it so that the tip is pointing directly at you and then grabs your hair to keep your head still. He draws the tip down your neck and you let out a high-pitched whine but don’t dare to speak. “You have any idea how sharp this is?” He continues, turning the blade so that it’s at perfect throat-slitting angle. Your eyes are fixed on his face, wide with fear as the cool metal presses into your skin. “It’d made a real clean cut… you probably wouldn’t even feel it open you up.” Another whimper escapes your lips and he looks at you as he takes it away from your neck. “So with that in mind, don’t you move a single fucking muscle, else you might get hurt.”

He goes to one knee and it would almost look gallant were he not holding a knife that would gut a deer. He grabs a bunch of material at the top of your sweats and then rips the knife through it, the material parting easily to show the pale skin of your thigh beneath. He sets the knife down on the floor and uses his hands to tear the fabric apart further before picking up the blade again and slicing through the waistband. He hacks cleanly through the material on your other leg and then with brute force removes them completely.

“Please…” Your voice is a whisper. “Please don’t do this. Just… if you let me go I, I won’t say anything to anyone - won’t call the police. Please -”

He stands up to tower over you, knife back in his hand and he grabs your hair again, pulling your head back.

“You think I give a fuck about police? They wouldn’t be able to find us anyway.” He puts the blade back at your throat and you close your eyes - this is harder than you thought. The words for your colours scroll through your brain and it helps to calm you; that invisible lifeline… you decide you don’t need it yet, even as he strokes the edge of the metal across your skin as he goes on. “You can scream and cry, you can beg, you can plead with us - go right ahead.” He turns the blade so that once again the very tip is pressing into your neck. “We like that,” He says, dragging the knife gently upwards and gliding it along your jaw before pressing it flat to your cheek, making you bite down on your lip in an unsuccessful bid to suppress a whimper.

“Why me?” You dare to open your eyes and he moves the knife away from your face as in perfect tag team fashion Shawn takes over and gives you a small shake.

“Because you were there, bitch.” He releases one of your arms and puts the hand around your neck, closing it tighter than he has thus far. “There you were out for a run - really caught my eye, so I followed you home. We’ve been looking for a new toy for a few days and there you were - call it fate, huh?”

You go to take a breath and have the frightening realisation that you can’t really get much air in because of his hold on you and you begin to struggle - a futile cause between Mark’s hand in your hair and Shawn’s grip on your throat. The blonde takes hold of your arm again and you gasp in some air, the breath out releasing as a sob as Mark takes a handful of your shirt and sends it the same way as your sweats until you’re stood there in the just the underwear you picked out earlier - it’s a sweet matching set, white with a purple marbling pattern that you only bought a week ago.

“Nice…” Mark takes a step back to appraise you as he twirls the knife in his big hand before slipping it into the back of his jeans. “Did you wear that especially for us?”

“Fuck you,” You snarl at him, figuring that a change of tack is required.

He just smirks. “Later.” He glances above your head and says to Shawn, “Hey, you want a go? Throw her across here.”

In response, Shawn lets go and pushes you forward at the same time as spinning you round. With your wrists still tied behind your back you stagger a bit to regain your footing and then Mark catches you and adopts the same grip on your upper arms, holding you back against him. Shawn steps forward and takes the knife from Mark’s jeans. He stands and contemplates the blade for a few moments and then raises his eyes to look at you coldly. Normally his eyes are bright and they twinkle with fun and amusement but now… there’s nothing. It’s sinister.

He traces the tip of the knife down your sternum and then back up, the metal leaving pink lines in its wake. You’re trying not to breathe too hard and watching his face, but he’s concentrating solely on the blade. He glances up and sees you looking at him.

“He’s a lot nicer than me, y’know.” He presses the blade flat against your throat, forcing your head up. “And I’m still a little pissed about you kicking me when I put you in the truck.” He slides the knife down to your shoulder and works it under the strap of your bra before he turns it to strain against the material. The strap digs into the back of your shoulder until it finally caves to the pressure and the blade slices it clean through. He repeats the action on the other side and looks annoyed when the moulded cups don’t just fall down. With a growl he wrenches them away, revealing your breasts to his gaze and then with determined movements, cuts through the band before pulling the whole torn mess from you and dropping it to the floor.

You turn your head and look off to the side, trying to make out that you couldn’t care less about the fact your clothing has been cut off. Shawn tucks the knife away behind him and grabs your breasts roughly, squeezing them to just the wrong side of uncomfortable. That said, you’re used to a rough ride now and again and privately you know that when your panties come off as they surely must, there won’t be any doubt as to how you’ve felt about things so far. Nevertheless, you do your best to try and get away, twisting left and right.

“Stop it! You’re hurting me!”

In response he takes a strong grip on your nipples and you scream - for effect rather than real objection - only to be ignored as he leans in close. “Keep telling you, bitch… I haven’t even started.”

You’re not quite sure where your next idea comes from and you certainly don’t take the time to think it through - just draw your head back slightly and then spit into his face…

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NOTES

Goes without saying that knife play can be hella dangerous. Again, I have taken certain liberties within the above and so don’t whatever you do use it as a how to guide. I’m not going to pontificate about the do and do nots of knife play here, because there are plentiful resources on the net if you want to find out more about it. If it’s something you’re curious about then there are ways to keep it safer (note - SAFER - not safe) and that’s to only ever place the non business-side of the knife against skin. Alternatively, another way around it is to let the sub see the knife but then blindfold them and use something else entirely to produce the sensation, such as the side of a credit card. If, as in the fic above, you’re cutting someone’s clothes off with a knife then always makes sure that you are cutting AWAY from them.

[anon-188]

AJ + kama sutra

pairing: AJ x f!reader

summary: you and AJ trying different positions. some old. some new. doesn’t matter, the outcome is always the same: you coming undone just for him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+) below the cut, unprotected sex, multiple positions, overstimulation, mildly rough sex, soft dom!AJ, dirty talk, strong language.

a/n: thinking about making a second one like this or maybe a bdsm one… let me know what you guys think!

(also i purposely avoided naming the positions because i was getting mixed results with names lol—either way, hope you guys like it <3). 

you only said it as a joke one night, straddled on AJ’s lap with your arms around his neck, your lips still slightly swollen from kissing. “we should try some Kama Sutra positions,” you teased, half-laughing as you moved your hips once against him.

he had smirked, hand sliding down your thigh. “yeah?” he said, amused, like he was humoring you. you didn’t think anything of it.

but AJ?

all he heard was permission to fuck you in as many ways as he wanted.

the next night, he came home with the book—an actual copy, and a wicked smile on his lips, like he’d gone through and picked his favorites. 

and starting that night, apparently, you were working your way through it—position by position, page by page, any chance he could get his hands on you.

position #1:

AJ wasted no time—and you hadn’t expected anything less. five minutes in and you were stripped, already in the bedroom.

♡ he wanted to start easy. AJ sat down, legs crossed on the bed, bare chest already flushed as he pulled you onto his lap. 

♡ you climbed onto him, hands on his shoulders, and sank down slow, wrapping your legs around his back as he filled you—deep, warm, close.

♡ his hands gripped your hips while yours tangled in his hair, your foreheads pressed together as you moved, grinding against him in a way that made it impossible to breathe without moaning.

♡ you clenched every time he murmured your name, his lips brushing yours—voice tight, like the deeper you rocked, the more he needed to keep you right there.

♡ so he did. his hands stayed on your waist, not letting you pull back more than a few inches.

♡ you tightened around him again, release hitting hard and fast—and he felt every second of it. “you like that, baby?” he breathed, voice rough against your jaw. “you like cumming all over me while i’m holding you like this?”

♡ your answer spilled out in shaky yeses, half-formed around moans he swallowed from your mouth.

position #2: 

the next day, it wasn’t the sun that pulled you from sleep—it was him. “morning,” he murmured behind you, lips pressed to your shoulder. then, without missing a beat—“turn around for me.”

♡ you and AJ laid side-by-side on the bed, facing each other—bodies tangled up, one of your legs stretched straight along the sheets, the other hooked tight around his waist.

♡ his hand fisted in your hair, dragging your head back as he fucked into you, moaning against your neck, breathing out shit like “keep your leg right there, pretty—yeah, just like that.”

♡ every thrust made your breath hitch, his cock pressing into that perfect spot again and again.

♡ his hand moved to your thigh, squeezing hard as he pulled you closer. he just kept muttering how fucking good you felt—while all you could do was whimper his name into the space between you, too spent to say anything else.

position #3: 

it was the middle of the day, and he wasn’t even supposed to be home yet. “didn’t you have plans?” you asked as he shut the front door behind him, eyes locked on yours. “changed ’em,” he said, grabbing you and pulling you toward the bedroom for the second time today.

♡ AJ laid back on the bed, head against the pillows, one arm slung behind it like he had all the time in the world.

♡ his chest rose slow, steady—but you weren’t fooled. he loved this position. it was one of his favorites. you knew that.

♡ he kept his eyes on you as you climbed over him, your back to him. your palms braced on his thighs as you sank down, his groan hitting the room before your ass even met his hips.

♡ you rode him hard, loud, your skin against his as you bounced, hips rolling fast and filthy. his hands gripped you, tight, fingertips biting into your skin, but he didn’t stop you—just let you ride him exactly how you wanted.

♡ he praised you through gritted teeth, voice wrecked—“look at you,” “taking it so good” “fuck—don’t stop”—but you could hear it, the strain under every word, like he was barely holding it together. like he was two seconds from flipping you over and taking control.

♡ and he would—but only after you were a moaning mess shaking on top of him.

position #4:

what started as a quiet dinner ended with your back flat on the table, panties shoved to the side, legs in the air and pinned tight to AJ’s chest—your hips right at the edge.

♡ your ankles were crossed as he held you there—arms wrapped around your thighs, fucking you deep and hard.

♡ each thrust punched gasps out of you, your body jerking with each snap of his hips, silverware clattering around you like background noise to the sounds you couldn’t hold back.

♡ the way your ankles stayed locked made it worse—tighter, rougher, more desperate. he groaned every time your body squeezed around him, all heat and need and no control.

♡ his breath was hot against your leg when he muttered, “dinner was good—this’s better,” before fucking you harder, brutal enough to make the table rattle beneath you.

♡ you tried to hold on, breath catching, voice breaking as you gasped, “AJ—I can’t—” but he didn’t slow down. didn’t even blink.

♡ instead he leaned in, folding you tighter, your thighs pressed closer to your chest as he ground in deeper. “yes, you can,” he gritted, fucking you through it like he knew your body better than you did.

♡ his pace only got rougher and you couldn’t stop moaning—legs trembling, stomach clenching, eyes rolling back as the orgasm hit hard and sudden. you arched off the table with a cry. “that’s it, baby,” he praised, voice low and fucked-out. “cum for me—just like that.”

♡ only when your moans started to falter did he finally let go—thrusting once, twice, then pressing in with a raw grunt as he came, muttering curses against your skin as his movements slowed to a messy grind.

♡ he didn’t move right away—just stayed there, buried inside you while your bodies tried to recover.

♡ then he chuckled, low and too fucking smooth, his hand sliding down your thigh again, and he asked the worst best question possible: “you ready for the next one?”

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[aventurineswife]

Gepard, Sampo, Aventurine and Ratio with a reader has alter ego, Veliona

Reader is based on honkai impact 3 Seele

Reader with an Alter Ego, Veliona

Summary: Living with an alter ego is a constant battle, especially when Veliona—the darker, more aggressive side—takes control. So, how would they react to when they learn about this alter ego of yours?

Tags: Gepard x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Reader has an alter ego named Veliona, Fluff and Angst, Protective Gepard, Flirty Sampo, Risk Taker Aventurine, Logical Ratio, Dual Personality, Slow Burn Romance, Emotional Tension, Complex Relationships, Headcanons.

Warning: Emotional conflict, Tension between alter ego, Mild violence (Veliona’s aggressive tendencies), Angst and internal struggles, Fluff with undertones of conflict, Light psychological exploration (Veliona's nature).

A/N: Idk much about HI3 so I had to search her up to understand the character better, I hope this is good enough, correct me if I wrote about her character wrong or something 🙏

[Part 2]

Gepard Landau

Gepard is deeply committed to protecting those he cares about, so when he learns about Veliona, he’s conflicted. He respects the strength she brings, but he’s also concerned about the violent tendencies that come with it.

When Veliona surfaces during high-stress situations, Gepard tries to de-escalate her aggressive responses with reason and his composed demeanor. He believes in strategic defense rather than ruthless offense, often leading to tense but constructive disagreements.

Gepard sees both you and Veliona as individuals who need protection in different ways. He understands that Veliona feels the need to protect you, but he also recognizes that she, too, carries emotional burdens. Over time, he tries to shield both of you from external threats and Veliona’s own self-destructive tendencies.

Gepard’s honest and noble personality makes it difficult for Veliona to dislike him. She’s wary at first, interpreting his kindness as naivety, but his unshakable resolve slowly earns her respect. His genuine care for you starts to chip away at her initial distrust.

During fights, Veliona prefers brutal, direct methods while Gepard advocates for tactical defense. This can lead to friction in group dynamics, but Gepard will never resort to underhanded tactics or force, even if Veliona suggests it.

Gepard patiently navigates the duality of your personalities, understanding that there are times when Veliona needs to take control. He’ll step back if he feels it’s for the greater good, trusting your judgment but keeping a close watch to ensure things don’t spiral out of control.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is fascinated by the dynamic between you and Veliona. He sees Veliona’s aggressive nature as something he could exploit in a tricky situation, but he’s also wary of her unpredictability. His charm works on you, but Veliona isn’t so easily swayed.

Sampo loves teasing both you and Veliona, often saying things like, “Which one of you is in charge today?” to rile Veliona up. He gets a kick out of pushing her buttons but knows when to back off before things get too serious.

Veliona doesn’t trust Sampo as far as she can throw him. She’s constantly on guard around him, always expecting him to pull some trick. Her territorial nature makes her especially jealous when Sampo flirts with you, even if it’s in jest.

Whenever Veliona gets riled up and threatens violence, Sampo is quick to backtrack and use his silver tongue to de-escalate the situation. He’ll throw in a dramatic plea, like, “You wouldn’t hurt a poor, defenseless merchant, would you?” while always keeping an escape route in mind.

While Veliona doesn’t trust him, she recognizes that Sampo has his uses. In dangerous situations, his cunning helps you both out of tight spots. Still, Sampo has to walk a fine line to keep Veliona from turning on him.

Sampo occasionally tries to get close to you, but Veliona’s overprotectiveness always intervenes. He might enjoy the thrill of flirting with both you and danger, but deep down, he knows better than to push Veliona too far.

Aventurine

Aventurine views Veliona as a high-risk, high-reward factor. He’s intrigued by her ruthless nature and sees it as an advantage in “investment,” whether that be in battle or negotiations. Still, he approaches her cautiously, knowing she can turn volatile.

Aventurine appreciates strong-willed individuals, and Veliona’s no-nonsense approach grabs his attention. He often refers to her as an “ace up your sleeve” in dangerous situations, though he tries to stay on her good side with flattery.

Veliona is wary of Aventurine’s reckless, gambler-like mindset. She doesn’t like how often he throws you both into risky situations, believing that he’s too self-assured for his own good. The stakes may be high, but Veliona isn’t interested in gambling with your safety.

Aventurine enjoys the challenge of dealing with Veliona, seeing her aggression as a puzzle to solve rather than a direct threat. He’ll use charm and wit to try and outmaneuver her more violent tendencies, often treating it like a game.

Veliona wants control over situations, while Aventurine thrives on unpredictability. This can lead to heated arguments about the best course of action, with Aventurine often suggesting risky plays and Veliona countering with forceful, direct approaches.

Aventurine notices the moments when Veliona's tough exterior cracks, revealing her true attachment to you. He’ll occasionally try to reassure her in his own way, though his method is more focused on easing her insecurities with playful banter rather than direct comfort.

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Ratio approaches everything with intellect and strategy, so when he first encounters Veliona, her aggressive, instinct-driven nature baffles him. He’s fascinated by the duality of your personalities and tries to analyze Veliona’s behavior like a puzzle.

Ratio is intrigued by the psychological aspects of your alter ego. He often asks probing questions about Veliona’s nature, wanting to understand the connection between you two. This can annoy Veliona, who doesn’t appreciate being treated like a science project.

Veliona distrusts Ratio’s intellectual approach, seeing it as cold and detached. She’s particularly suspicious of his tendency to dissect situations logically, fearing that he might overlook your emotional well-being in favor of a calculated outcome.

Ratio isn’t bothered by Veliona’s violent tendencies, as he views them as just another set of variables to manage. However, he prefers more efficient, nonviolent solutions, often leading to arguments where Veliona suggests brute force, and Ratio counters with strategic alternatives.

Ratio recognizes Veliona’s fear of being viewed as a monster and occasionally addresses it in his analytical way. He’ll remind her that all entities have purpose and that her protective instincts, though aggressive, are vital. Veliona may not openly admit it, but she finds some comfort in his rational acknowledgment of her existence.

Ratio sees the partnership between you and Veliona as a unique balance of extremes—emotional intensity paired with calculated intellect. He quietly respects how Veliona is willing to do whatever it takes to protect you, though he often suggests more refined methods to avoid unnecessary chaos.

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[alealuvshayden]

heyy can i please ask for some dating scott barringer headcanons please

Scott Barringer - HEADCANONS ♡

𝙨��𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙛

gossiping: scott was your favorite gossip partner. even if you both were having a fight and giving each other the silent treatment, you put it on pause as soon as one of you had tea. „YO SCOTT! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I HEARD!“ Scott jumped up and made his way over to you, all giddy. „yeaaahhhhh go on.“ „Ezra was saying he wasnt sure if he realllyyy wants a relationship with daisy! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!“ „ohhhh poor dude, daisy‘s annoying though. they‘re both annoying anyways.“ „OMG RIGHT! i was waiting for someone to bring that up!“ your hand lingering on his arm. then it hit you that you were mid-fight so you shrugged. „anywaysss buh-bye.“ and you walk off outside of his cabin. rolling his eyes he follows you outside, knowing he had no choice but to make the earlier argument up to you.

dish duty: after dinner the others were sitting in a circle by the campfire, you and scott had dish duty. but you didnt miss out on anything. both of you had golden tickets to hang out with each other, even if it meant you had to do the dishes. „here put them in place and ill wash ’em.“ he handed out dishes which you put in the cabinets. „scott ion wanna do this anymore..“ you whine. „im doing the dirty work here, dude. be happy im giving you the easy part.“ you roll your eyes and mock him „mimimimimi…“ with that scott kissed your lips to which you responded back with. „sorry, baby. m‘kay?“ he had you melting with just a kiss, which made the relationship perfect.

jealous!reader: scott had a project with shelby. and oh god did you hate her. she was a mean skank to you, which made your blood boil. you had been nothing but nice to her since the beginning and she returned it with cruelty. scott knew about it, hell he even hated her too. annoying bitch. but nonetheless he had to work with her. they had to start a fire while you and auggie had to collect wood/branches. shelby was onto scott the whole time. and when you and auggie came back she had her hands on his shoulders as scott knelt down, trying to start the fire. you were fuming. „get your hands off him you fucking slut!“ you push her off of YOUR MAN. scott smiled at that and got up, wrapping his arms around your waist, shelby whined and stomped her feet, walking away. „jealous much, baby?“ „you really let her touch you?? huh?“ you yell at him and smack his chest. „nah, babes. i was focused on the fire, forgot all about her. man i hate her too and you know it.“ he then kissed you deeply. you couldnt stay mad at him. he truly didnt like her and you knew it.

his clothes: you wore scott‘s shirt which was too baggy on you, but you liked the way it fit and how it smelt like him. walking over to breakfast you caught scott‘s gaze and sat by him. „here got you your breakfast.“ and you thanked him. „yo is that my shirt? awwww.“ and that made you smile brightly. „yeah i stole it last time i was at your cabin. you likeee??“ you twirl once for him and he giggled like a little boy. „yeaaaahhhh my pretty girl.“ he was so in love with you.

pictures: „SCOTT SMILE!!“ you caught him off guard. in the picture he came out with an annoyed face. as you saw the picture you pouted. „baby.. do you hate me or something?“ „what!? no! you caught me off guard! lets take another one.“ with that he took your phone and took multiple pictures of both of you, smiling widely in every picture, even sneaking occasional kisses in between.

scott cutting you fruits by a campfire: the cliffhangers sat by the campfire, everyone conversing with each other. you and scott sat together by a big log. scott was cutting you up some strawberries that you liked. he remembered small things about you that you forgot you even told him. „mmhhh strawwberrrryyy!!“ you immediately bring one to your mouth and devour it. scott laughed at you. „impatient much? i wanted to cut them into hearts ok? im trying my best here.“ he admitted and you couldnt help but coo at him. „aww my boyfriend is cutting me strawberries in heart shaped!!! i love you!!!“ and with that you kiss his whole face. „dont distract me!“ he dismissed you as he continued his hard work, cutting your straberries.

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[thesassypadawan]

Make Them Blue (A.J. X FemReader) *Blurb*

Summary:  It’s No Nut November and, like every year, your smooth criminal and the rest of his goodfellas are having a friendly competition.  Starting out strong aka avoiding you like the plague, he unfortunately falls when he comes home early on laundry day.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Fun from behind (giddy up), a washing machine, dom Man With The Plan, slight making fun of hat, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes: Happy No Nut November all you, lovelies! 🤍💙

- “All right, gentlemen…  End of the month, ante up…  Let’s see that cash…”

- Perched on the arm of his chair, you watch with mild interest as each took a turn.  Poking fun, taking cheap jabs at one another.  Retelling their own screw-up stories while they slowly make it around the circle.  Setting varying stacks on the table along the way…fanning them out for all to see who lost worse.

- So far the amounts haven't been too exorbitant, at least not in terms for these goodfellas.  A cool thousand here, an easy two there…even two and a half.  However, when it finally came to your smooth criminal's turn.

- “Five…grand?  FIVE GRAND?!”  Jake exclaims, smacking A.J firmly on the back.  Shaking his head, laughing heartedly with the rest of the guys.  “How the mighty have fallen!  Man, this got to be good!”

- “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles.  Setting his hat on the table, you run a hand through those fluffy locks.  “Well…”  While he accidentally reaches for your drink instead; making a slight, knowing face the second the taste washes over his tongue. “…I blame stupid laundry day.”

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- Groaning above; he pins, presses you against the washer.  Inked arms caging you in on both sides.  He mutters low, gruffly; dragging his cock between your soaked folds  agonizingly slow.  “Walkin’ around the apartment, wearin’ MY shirt…nothin’ else?  Fuck…killin’ me, doll.”

- “So-Sorry…”  You barely manage to stammer out.  Fingers scrabbling at the cool, smooth surface.  Trying to center, but losing yourself more and more from the continuous jostling of the machine on your pleasure button.  From his fat tip teasing, occasionally catching on the rim of your needy hole.  “Not my fault that…that…”

- A loud, dry sob falls from your lips as he suddenly slams into…stretches, spreads you onto his thick length.  Almost feral growl rumbles in his chest when your gummy walls clench, grip in response.  “Bullshit, don’t lie to me!”

- Wasting no time, not giving you a moment to adjust; he sets a fast pace.  “Ya knew exactly what you were doin’…”  Pounding away roughly, brutally.  Nearly bottoming out with each wild drive.  Undoubtedly bruising your poor hips and backside.  “Workin’ me up, so ya could get what ya want…”

- Big hands grasp the rounded sides…hard.  Hard enough for his knuckles to turn white; to create small, slight dents.  “That’s it, huh?”  Giving himself the extra leverage needed to sink deeper; hit, bully your cervix.  Punching the air, weak gasps from your lungs.  “Admit it…say it…SAY IT!” 

- Tears fill, sting at the corners of your eyes.  Coil in your stomach wound so tight, slick running down your thighs.  “Jay, s-swear…didn’t think you’d be home to-today!”  Nails scratch frantically at the lid, a few chipping, breaking.  Leaving knicks and marks of pearly pink in their wake.  “Just wanted to…to get a few lo-”

- “You’re gettin’ a few loads, all right,” he grunts.  Speeding up further, putting his full weight behind those harsh thrusts.  “‘Til my balls are dry…”  You can feel him twitch, throb.  “‘Til I make sure we still win that money…”  Know that he’s about to pump you full, to the absolute brim.  That it’s too late to stop him from taking the biggest gamble of your lives.  “Somehow…”

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- “Somehow,” Jake echoes and scoffs.  Placing the smallest bundle on the pile, smirking at you two.  “Okay, let’s hear this ‘somehow’…before I collect my winnings.”

- “Go on, angel…tell ‘em,” A.J. chuckles.  Tapping your bottom affectionately, smiling up at you encouragingly.  “Explain why you’ve been nursin’ a pop all night.”

- Without hesitation, you fish something small out from between your cleavage.  “Might want to consider donating that jackpot…”  Happily setting the positive test on the table, mischievous grin on your face.  “…uncle.”

- Minute or two of silence falls over the group, followed by… 

- “You know what, here…”  Scooping up all the cash, Jake generously plops it into the upturned hat.  “Take it, get the kid whatever they need…just make sure it ain’t one of those ugly ass things.”

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[hearts4sammonroe]

AJ teaching us how to play the piano 🎹 🤭 just his big large hands over ours, hushed whispers hitting our ear 🤭

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pairing: aj x f!reader

contains: fluff

a/n: such a cute request 🐇. I wish I knew how to play piano I only know one song 😭 super short drabble but I hope you like it!

divider credit: @saradika-graphics

Aj’s large hands were over yours right now. You were sitting in his lap while he taught you how to play piano. He played all the time at night, but you had no idea what you were doing when it came to piano.

“Yep, put that finger right here.” Aj instructs.

“Here?”

“Yup. Good.”

A few notes played, hands over yours, it was starting to sound good.

Aj moved one of your hands to a different spot, his hand looking much bigger than yours. “Right here. Good job, there you go.” He whispers, a soft smile on his face. “You’re a quick learner.” He chuckles.

You smile over your shoulder, now playing it yourself. Well, his hands were still over yours but they were just resting there. You were the one doing all the playing.

“Good, baby. You’re a natural.” He whispers, kissing your cheek and looking at you with a soft smile.

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[bloatedandalone04]

No One Else

➪the one where you throw a housewarming party, and a.j. isn’t fond of all the guys staring at you in his new living room.

Warnings: this man is such a dom i swear, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, swearing, pda, jealous a.j., alcohol consumption.

Word Count: 3.4k

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A.J. hated house parties. He would much rather go out to the club or a bar as he felt like the parties he threw at his apartment got too crowded too quickly.

But he was doing this for you.

About three months ago A.J. asked you to move in with him. He loved you more than anything else and he wanted you around him all the time, and you felt the same way. You agreed and moved out of your small loft and into his massive condo across the city.

While you were used to the city life, you were a bit overwhelmed since he was in the middle of it all. It was loud and chaotic whenever you opened the sliding door of the balcony, and the lights kept you up at night. You didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to give A.J. any ideas, but it wasn’t long until he discovered your distaste for this side of the city.

It was a big difference to where you lived previously, and he felt guilty about the sudden change. 

So he offered to move away from all of it, to give up the city life he had been living in for around twelve years for a cute and modern house in a neighborhood just outside the city. 

He let you have full control over pretty much everything in the house; from the appliances in the kitchen to the paint color in the living room. A.J. gave you his credit card and told you to go crazy, and you really took his words and ran with them.

You bought countless pieces of furniture and when they arrived at the home, A.J. spent a good day and a half building them with Jake. 

Now, a full week after settling into the new place, you decided to throw a house party to really break it in. 

The house was a lot bigger than his apartment, so it wasn’t as crowded, but he still hated having so many people in his personal space. But A.J. knew it was all worth it when he caught your eye from across the living room and saw the way your lips turned upwards into a happy smile.

He really would do anything for you without an ounce of hesitation. 

A.J. crossed the room after wrapping up his conversation with Jesse, and his hands found their home on your waist as he stood behind you. He knew you were smiling as you listened to the story Rachel was telling you, and that smile only grew when he leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“You two are so cute, seriously,” Rachel beamed, finishing off her drink with a smile. “I can confidently say you were made for each other.”

“Just like you and Jake,” came your sweet reply and A.J. felt the corners of his mouth lift upwards as you sipped on your wine. 

“Speaking of,” he trailed off, lifting his head and looking around the packed room. “Where is your fiancé, Rach?”

Rachel furrowed her brows as she, too, looked around the room. “I’m not sure, actually,” she answered. “Let me know if you find him, and let me know if he looks like he’s had too much to drink. If he’s plastered, tell him he’s sleeping on the couch when we get home.”

A.J. laughed as he kissed the side of your neck before moving away from you. “Will do,” 

“Come find me later,” you requested in a soft voice, smiling at him afterwards. “I shouldn’t miss you this much in our own house.”

A.J. held back a groan as he moved towards you again and firmly gripped your jaw, pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. You grin against his lips and tangle your free hand in his hair, his lack of hat tonight making it very easy. “Damn, baby,” he muttered as he pulled away and you ran the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip. “You make a guy not want to leave.”

You grin at him and shrug. “Hurry back, Jay,” 

He bit his lip as he nodded and turned to go seek out his best friend. He found Jake in the kitchen talking to John, and they both looked like they were on the verge of being wasted. “A.J.! Hey, buddy!” Jake greeted as the tattooed man entered the room. “This is a nice place you got here.”

“Yeah, man, I like how secluded it is,” John added as he looked around the room. “You buy it with that two million we snagged from those transport trucks?” He asked loudly and A.J. had to deliver a quick slap to his shoulder to stop John from exposing the source of his income to all his new neighbors. 

And there were a lot of them. 

The neighborhood you were now living in was well populated, and you had taken it upon yourself to invite all of them to the party in hopes to get to know them. A.J. wasn’t very fond of strangers in his house, but it was just another thing he forced himself to deal with since he was so in love with you. 

“Keep your voice down,” A.J. muttered as John gave him an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, man,” he laughed. “Your new neighbors were very generous with their housewarming gifts.” John held up the bottle of champagne with a bow tied around it, and A.J. just shook his head. 

“Just try not to tell the guests all our secrets, yeah?” 

John nodded and gave him a salute before wandering off towards the dining room where Gordon was. “A.J., buddy, I never thought I’d see you get out of the city, man,” Jake said as he leaned against the counter with a beer in his hand. 

“You and me both,” he murmured as he took the half empty bottle from Jake.

“The things we do for the women we love, huh?” Jake asked as he moved to sit down at the kitchen table. 

“Speaking of, Rachel told me that if I saw you and you were drunk, I have to tell you that you’re sleeping on the couch,” A.J. informed the tipsy man, who just laughed. 

“She might say that, but she can’t sleep without me, man, I’m like her personal pillow,”

A.J. shook his head and set the bottle on top of the fridge, knowing damn well that Jake could easily reach it. “Good thing she’s marrying you then,”

“Hey, when are you and your girl getting married?” Jake asked as he grabbed a handful of chips and ate them all at once. “You’ve been together about as long as Rachel and I have, when are you gonna ask her the question?”

“I don’t know, man,” A.J. answered as he avoided the crumbs flying out of Jake’s mouth with each word he said. “Soon.”

“You have the ring, don’t you?”

A.J. nodded and Jake grabbed one of the cookies off the dessert plate on the table. “Yeah, I’m just waiting for the right time,” 

Jake leaned back just as Rachel entered the kitchen and made her way over to the two guys. “Don’t wait too long, buddy,” he advised as Rachel moved to stand next to him. “Putting a ring on this one’s finger was the best decision I ever made.” He wrapped his arm around his fiancée’s waist as he smiled up at her. 

Rachel laughed as she draped her arm around Jake’s shoulders. “You’re planning on proposing?” She asked with excitement lacing her voice. “Do it soon, then Y/n/n and I can be engaged at the same time. Ooh, maybe a double wedding!”

A.J. shook his head with a smile as he looked towards the doorway, expecting to see you enter at any second since Rachel was now in here. When you didn’t, he glanced at your best friend and asked, “Where is she, anyway? You leave her to get lost in her own house?”

Rachel playfully rolled her eyes. “No, I was just making sure this guy was behaving,” she nudged Jake, who just continued smiling up at her. “Last I saw her, she was talking to the next door neighbor who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off her all night.”

A.J.’s smile faded at that and he left the kitchen without saying another word. Rachel and Jake’s conversation faded into the background as he entered the living room again, and instead of finding you where he left you by the sliding door, you were by the couch and talking to some dark haired guy. 

While he knew he had no reason at all to be jealous, seeing as this was his own fucking living room he shared with you, A.J. still didn’t like seeing you around guys who clearly just wanted to sleep with you.

And this guy did a very bad job at hiding the fact that he wanted to fuck you. 

A.J. made his way over to you, receiving a slap on his shoulder from Jesse as he did so. You wanted him to find you later, and he was more than ready to take you up on that offer now. 

Your eyes drifted from the brunet and met A.J.’s, and a smile formed on your lips, instantly replacing the barely hidden look of boredom on your face.

The guy probably thought you were smiling at him, but A.J. sorted him out pretty quickly as he stepped around the stranger and wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you into his side and he didn’t even bother glancing at the guy’s face before he was pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. 

You return it immediately and lean into his touch when he lifts his free hand up to grip your jaw and angle your head, and you willingly give him full control of the kiss. He slowly pulls away and smirks at the way you keep your eyes closed for a few more seconds before he looks over at the guy, who did not look happy at all. “New friend, baby?” He asked, making you open your eyes and look over as well. 

“Um, this is….Dean?” You question and A.J. held back a laugh at the offended look Dean gave you. “He’s our new neighbor, Jay.”

“Nice to meet you,” A.J. said and ignored Dean’s outstretched hand as he turned back to you and leaned in close. “Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?” He asked under his breath as Dean stood awkwardly next to him. 

Your eyes widen and you let out a startled laugh. “A.J,” you gasp quietly and look over at your neighbor with a blush.

A.J. glanced over at him, too, before beginning to pull you towards the half-bath next to the hallway that led to yours and his room. You feebly waved at Dean as A.J. made a show of guiding you into the bathroom, a smug smirk on his lips when he saw Dean’s glare. 

Once he entered the bathroom as well, he closed the door and locked it before pushing you up against it. “I gotta say, baby,” he murmured as his hands pulled up the black material of your dress. “I’m not a big fan of our new neighbors.”

You lean your head back against the door as he bunches your dress around your hips and teased your clit through the thin material of your panties. “Why? Not friendly enough?” 

A.J. grunted as he pushed the lace material down your legs and let it drop to the tiled floor. “They’re too friendly,” he answered as he picked you up and set you down on the marbled countertop. 

You squeal at the cold surface against your burning skin and cling onto his shoulders. “Fuck, A.J.,” you mumble and tug at his suspenders. “What’s gotten into you? You were fine when you left to go find Jake.”

He would never admit that he was jealous of that prick in his living room, so he shrugged and kissed along your shoulders. “Nothings gotten into me,” he said under his breath. “But hopefully I can get into you.”

You moan loudly, despite being able to clearly hear the party guests outside the door. “Well, when you say it like that,” you tease and drop your hands to the button on his dress pants. “But we have to be quick, Jay. We’re hosting right now.”

“Fuck them,” he rasped as he reached his hand in between your bodies and sunk his index and middle fingers into your heat. “Fuck everyone out there, baby. We’re in our house. I should take you back out there and fuck you right on that couch.” 

You moan at his dirty words and run your hands through his hair, successfully making it messy. No one else got that privilege as he usually spent a good ten minutes doing his hair - just to throw a hat over it, but he would happily let you mess it up whenever you wanted. “You’d actually do it, too,” 

A.J. smirked at you as he worked you open with his fingers. “I would,” he agreed as he looked down. “You’re dripping, baby. Did the teaser I gave you in front of Dean turn you on that much?”

“That and you,” came your muffled answer as you buried your face against the side of his neck. “Are you really going to fuck me in the bathroom at a party?”

“Yes,” he answered as you unzipped his pants. “Unless you feel like waiting until everyone leaves and I can fuck you all over the house. Fair warning, though, I don’t think this party is dying any time soon.”

You moan and lift your head. “Get to it, then,” you murmur and pull him free. A.J. presses his lips to yours at the same time he enters you with a single thrust, and the feeling has you grasping onto his shirt tightly. “Fuck. Is this how you did it in the Ivy League? Fucking random girls in bathrooms during parties?”

“Had to practice somehow. And you’re not just a random girl,” he said back and you laughed before moaning rather loudly as he began to roughly fuck into you. You slap one hand over your mouth with wide eyes and he smirks. “Can’t be quiet, huh, baby?”

You shake your head as you lean back against the mirror. “No,” you agree and tug on his hair with your other hand. “I can’t be quiet when it comes to you, Jay. You make me feel so good.”

A.J. groaned when you clenched around him, and he knew he wasn’t much better. One of the perks of living in an actual house and not an apartment, was that you and he could be as loud as you wanted. 

Not that the thin walls of your last apartment stopped you from being loud. You’d received countless noise complaints, and they all were ignored by A.J., who just fucked you harder until the bed slammed against the wall with each thrust.  

It was like how he was fucking into you now. 

Your body moved further and further back on the counter until you had to place your hand flat against the marble, accidentally knocking over the bottle of soap in the process and making it fall to the floor. “Jesus,” you gasped as his hips rocked into yours. 

A.J. grunted and kept one hand on your hip while his other reached up to grip the side of your face. “God, you’re tight,” he rasped, making you smirk as you wrap your legs tighter around him. 

The smirk was promptly wiped from your face as he began roughly slamming into you, loud moans emitting from your mouth with each thrust. “Oh, my God,” you cried as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands bunching up his shirt tightly. “Fuck yes, Jay.”

A.J. groaned and pressed his mouth to yours, his tongue poking out and parting your lips, coating them in a layer of his spit. “Feel good, princess?” He teasingly asked and you nod uncontrollably. 

“Feels so good,” you answer, clinging onto him as you feel your release approaching embarrassingly fast. “So fucking good.”

He grunted, kissing all over your neck as you squeezed him over and over again. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he praised, reaching behind you to pull on your hair. 

You squeal a bit, hiking your body closer to his as you hear the sounds of the party-goers right outside the door. “I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you warned loudly, no longer caring about the guests hearing you at this point. 

“Already?” He mocked, pulling at your bottom lip with his thumb. “You needed me just as badly as I needed you, huh?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, your body involuntarily bucking forward to meet his thrusts. “Oh, my fucking God, yes, please please please.”

A.J. gripped your waist in both hands, his still clothed thighs hitting the backs of yours as you moaned loudly in the surprisingly big half-bath. 

You grip his back and pull his chest against yours as you feel your release take over. “Oh, God,” you cried out as you clamped impossibly tight around him. “I’m coming.”

A.J. cursed under his breath as he felt your walls pulse around him before a warmth took him over. “There you go, baby. Give it to me,” he muttered, and your whines increased in volume. “Good girl.” He praised, kissing the skin under your ear as you writhed against him. 

“Are you…” you trailed off as you slumped against his chest, his hips still lazily rocking into yours. “Are you gonna come, too?”

A.J. let out a surprised moan at your dirty question and how sweetly you asked it. He leaned in and kissed you hard, using his hand to angle your head so he had better access to your mouth. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” you answer instantly. “I want it so bad.”

His eyes shut tightly as he buried his face against the side of your neck. “I’ll come for you,” he promised, feeling his stomach tighten with each slow thrust he gave. “I always will.”

You whine and pull him impossibly close as he came hard, his hips fucking his release deeper and deeper into you as he groaned loudly. 

When he pulls away, you smile shyly at him as you smooth out his shirt with  a quiet laugh. “Is it all out of your system now?”

“Is what all out of my system?” He asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your mouth. “My unhealthy need to fuck you all over our new house? No, that won’t be out of my system for quite a while.”

You laugh then bite your lip as he pulls out of you, then he reaches down to run two fingers through your sensitive core. He collects his release onto his digits before lifting his hand again, and you lean in to wrap your mouth around them, hearing him grunt deeply as you clean himself off his fingers. “Tasty,” you smirk once you pull away. 

A.J. had to hold off on taking you right then and there as he felt himself grow a bit hard again. Instead, he cleaned you up, smoothed out your outfit and finished it off with a kiss to your lips. “You ready to go back out there?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t be surprised when we get some dirty looks, because I think every single person out there knows what we did in here.”

You shrug, looking up at him with a teasing smirk. “Who cares? It’s our house,” you point out and pull open the door. “Do me a favor and don’t fix your hair, okay?”

Then you were walking out of the bathroom, leaving A.J. to look at himself in the mirror with a laugh as he took notice of his post-sex hair. If it wasn’t obvious enough what you and he just got finished doing, his messy hair will definitely get the message across. 

And that was exactly why he left it as it is before following after you.