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tojicity · 2 years

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💌: A-Z NSFW ALPHABET ; akaashi keiji ♡

MINORS DNI !!! or i will block you !!!

warnings: sex, cum, kinks, mirrorsex, missionary, riding, orgasm, masturbation, oral, toys,.. not proofread

a/n: my sweet loverboy keiji i need and luv him </33

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

akaashi usually has a water and a towel prepared in advance, but if not, he’ll go get it afterwards immediately.

he adapts to his partners needs easily; if you want to cuddle, he will. if you want to have pillowtalk, he’ll gladly listen. if you want a warm bath, he’ll go run one for you and join you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on you, he loves your thighs, collarbones and neck. on himself, he appreciates his bone structure and his height. (though you try to convince him he has the most beautiful hands, he doesn’t see the appeal)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

akaashi loves the intimacy of cumming inside of you. also likes pulling out and cumming on your thighs. but if you have a preference, he will cum wherever you want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’d love it if you just straddled his lap while he was working and teased him, getting him all worked up and then ride him. or if you sucked his dick under the desk while he has to try and focus on his work.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he has had a few partners, but nothing too extravagant. he knows every body is different, though, and is a fast learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

the classic missionary; he loves being able to see your face, your chest and being able to kiss you.

he also loves it when you ride him, cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, when you set the pace you prefer and get off on him. if you get tired though, he will help you out by tightening his grip on your waist and snapping his hips into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not very goofy, but if he feels that you’re tense or feeling a little shy, he will make some light jokes and try lighten the mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

he keeps it very well trimmed but not completely shaved, unless you want him to. on you he doesn’t care, whatever you prefer.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimacy is very important for akaashi and he wont get intimate with someone unless he fully trusts and loves them. always makes you feel loved and cherished during intercourse by holding your hands, kissing you and whispering praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

honestly, doesn’t have much time for it. maybe once a week, when it’s been a few tiring and stressful days. will grip the sheets or bite into the back of his hand to not make any sounds while he teases himself with slow strokes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves it when you wear lingerie. for everyday stuff, he loves when you depend on him and ask him for help as it makes him feel proud and needed, and that goes for his kinks as well. he loves it when you whimper and beg for him to make you feel good, especially when you have tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

akaashi prefers the comfort of the bed the most. he also likes it in the shower, when you’re both already naked and wet, plus it’s easy to clean up, as well as on his desk at home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gets turned on when he sees your bra straps. when your thighs touch. when you ask for his help for simple things like reach or open something for you. also when you kiss him on his sensitive spot beneath his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything including food. too degrading. hurting you. outdoors, too risky, or sharing you with someone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

akaashi enjoys going down on you, and is skilled at it. he also likes to use his fingers to help, he could spend hours between your legs. he wont turn down a blowjob, but he prefers giving much more. holds your hair when you suck his dick, but doesn’t thrust into your mouth. unless on accident when the pleasure is overwhelming and his hips buckle.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough?)

he likes to go slow and sensual, since he lasts way longer like this. it makes sex feel more special for him, and he likes the intimacy of it. he will go faster and rougher toward the end, or if you ask him to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

doesn’t like them, since he wants to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not into anything risky, and doesn’t like being teased in public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

when he goes slow like he wants to, he will make himself last up to an hour and make you cum multiple times. if you want him to be rougher and faster you’ll both cum quicker but harder. if you want another round, he’ll eat you out or finger you while regaining energy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’d like to use some on you if you’re okay with it. doesn’t love them on himself, but if you want to, he might let you with enough trust.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

akaashi can sometimes be a little tease. if you’re too shy to voice what you want, he’ll make you tell him. but he doesn’t go overboard with it, and doesn’t like being teased too much either.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he tries to be quiet, he can be a little self conscious of the sounds he makes. but he lets quiet and breathy moans slip out along with some praise for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

akaashi would love to fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch. he’d praise your insecurities and not let you take your eyes off of you until you repeat his words to him, fucking his loving words into you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s fairly average, maybe an inch- or two above average. has nice girth which stretches you open nicely.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty mild. he doesn’t feel the need to have sex everyday, but he also wouldn’t wanna go too long without it. he’d adjust to whenever you like.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

akaashi likes to wait until you have fallen asleep. though if you play with his hair or hands softly in the dim light while having pillowtalk he might doze off, even if he tries not to.

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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you want me to take you out for a ride bbg? ;)

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me ???? 🤭 oh my goodness … i thought you’d never ask bby ;))

#hopping on rn #where we goin luvr??#⁺. ʚ streaming with:#ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ zoya ༶ ⋆#♡ my loving menace ♡#<33 #we are menaces in love.#partners in crime.

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tojisun · 6 months

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my baby swingin’ — simon (ghost) riley

biker!simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

> a bunch of snapshots of simon and his pretty little sweetheart’s adventures.

!! suggestive - minors dni; canon divergence; no chronological order (basically a bunch of loosely-tied worldbuilding); subtle and hinted age difference; reader gets princess treatment because she deserves it so!!

: im the one who’s the most confused as to how my obsession with biker!simon started but im stringing u along anyway so pls have fun!! my inbox is open for brainworms <33

for all posts, pls click on biker!simon tag <33

part 01 - intro post; headcanons

part 02 - simon can’t wait to come home to you

part 03 - getting over your fear of riding a bike

part 04 - lap sitting (a visual); ask

part 05 - simon and your first meeting; ask // extra 01

part 06 - little donuts at the park <;33

part 07 - simon’s instagram account (includes visuals); ask

part 08 - teasin’ each other on their way home; ask; suggestive

part 09 - body worship (a visual); ask; suggestive

part 10 - getting over your fear of riding a bike sequel! (a visual); ask

part 11 - mutual desperation spilling over; smut

part 12 - burning from all these messages; smut

part 13 - scary mask!! (a visual); ask

part 14 - of prince charming and care packages

part 15 - scary ghost? yes. protective ghost? yes <;33; ask

part 16 - safe drive!; ask

part 17 - simon and your first meeting cont.; ask; smut

part 18 - fun times on his bike; ask; smut

extra 02 - your nephew’s new favourite adult (a visual); ask

extra 03 - biker!konig makes an appearance!!! (a visual); ask

extra 04 - smack! smack! smack! (a visual); ask

extra 05 - picking up the backpack (a visual); ask

extra 06 - you don’t use it, you lose it; ask

extra 07 - price on a harley; ask

extra 08 - helmet kiss (a visual); ask

extra 09 - ‘girls cum first’ sweater (a visual); ask; smut

extra 10 - tf141 and their shared backpack princess; ask

extra 11 - period cramps and cuddling; ask

extra 12 - of checkpoint videos & dashing men (a visual); ask

extra 13 - no backpacks allowed (a visual); ask

extra 14 - he slipped!! (a visual); ask

extra 15 - her famous luvr; ask (a visual)

extra 16 - keys and kisses; ask

extra 17 - simon announcing his girl (includes visual!); ask

extra 18 - careful now (a visual); ask

extra 19 - they’re friends??

extra 20 - pretty blue lace; ask; smut

extra 21 - dad!simon (a visual); ask

extra 22 - lil smut (a visual); ask

extra 23 - riding on the rain (a visual); ask

extra 24 - girl dad simon; ask

extra 25 - gorgeous and protective (a visual); ask | recent!

dear john - dbf!simon

↳ for all toxic/dbf simon pls click on dbf!simon tag!!

toxic dad’s best friend biker!simon au; ask; angst + smut

‘dear john’: cont. of toxic dad’s best friend biker!simon au; ask; angst + suggestive

mini cont of dear john; ask

dear john (but it’s john price); ask

dear john (how he fucks); smut

dear john (as illicit affairs); ask; angst + smut

dear john (illicit affairs origin); angst + smut

dear john (illicit affairs origins but as reader); ask; angst + suggestive

dear john (reader moving on); ask | recent!

subset 01 - best friend n biker!simon au; ask

subset 02 - best friend n biker!simon au cont.

subset 03 - bimbo!reader

unofficial extra - baker!simon

i have a short taglist so pls lmk if you would like to be tagged too ^v^ no more taglist

(updated: 28 april 2024)

#biker!simon #suns.f #suns.hc #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns

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jammingjaem · 8 months

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⌇🩵 welcome

lex ; she/her ; 22 ; ‘00 liner ; filo-am ; jaemin luvr (real)

account started 082923 !

more information? here’s my carrd & linktree!

⌇🩵 what i write & don’t write !

i don’t write smut, i don’t write for male genders, or mxm ^^ (i’ve only had experience writing fem readers/ocs so i’m really sorry </3), & i don’t write for girl groups either ^^

i mostly write for nct + sungtaro ! though i stan enha, txt, piwon, atz, & some other groups as well so if i get req of specific groups & idols, i apologize in advance if i don’t do them (since i may not stan or know them ^^)

i can work on short drabbles & texts only ^^ i’m not at all confident with longer fics </3, (though i’m slightly confident with text au fics but they may be short)

quick note that everything you read is purely fictional !! please don’t be shy to req !! i swear i’m nice </33

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dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies · 4 months

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*edit: i have decided if you requested partner in crime, venice bitch, or waiting room yours will be done last just for efficiency so i can get through the quicker ones first <33*

hii i just wanted to share some of my new year’s resolutions as preparation for 2024😭😭

learn guitar, read at least (!!!) a book a month, improve my drawing, improve my cooking skills, eat healthy, make the most of term 2, be so alive it aches, be more open and engaged with people and connection, laugh lots, cry hard, be present, be a bit less bitchy to my parents learn to crochet, care less about what other people think, study hard and try to be passionate about what i’m learning, go for walks in the nature, etas lots of strawberry sorbet and ice cream and dance in the rain :)

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~dandy’s 200 celebration!!~

ahhh first of all thank you so much for 200 followers! thats actually insane i love you guys so much <33

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silk chiffon - i give you a list of things that remind me of you!

ribs - i make you a (small) playlist!

waiting room- i make you a moodboard based on your blog or personality!

not strong enough - i write you a letter (mutuals only)

you’re so fucking pretty - i guess what you look like based on ~vibes~! no longer available i got bored lmao

lacy - you ask me to listen to a song and i tell you what i think!

all i wanted - i make you a small drawing of your choice (preferably people i suck at drawing anything else)!

casual - i give you music recs! edit: i think i’ll use this one to recommend smaller artists so would love if anyone asks for this!!!!

american teenager - i give you book/tv show recs!

partner in crime - i design you an outfit using pinterest!

venice bitch - i design you a room using pinterest!

not a lot, just forever - you tell me a problem and i give you advice!

coming of age - i give you an artist, album, and song that reminds me of you!

false god - i shuffle my playlist until i find a song that gives your vibes + give you my fave lyric from it!

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followers only

send requests in asks please

limit of two requests per ask

there’s no overall request limit

this will probably end by february bc that when i start school again

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omg i’m insane why’d i tag that many people IM SORRYYY (it’s the notes app list istg)

#dandy’s 200 celebration!!#just dandy thoughts #intro #pinned post #<- see either of those two previous tags for more about me

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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AROMA ( addicted 2 u ). ( g.j. )

pairing ! ━━ grimmjow jaegerjaquez x black!fem!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is also thick-coded and has no spiritual powers/abilities except that she has spiritual pressure and can see hollows and stuff. reader is also aged up to 20+. grimmjow has a devasting scent kink (olfactophilia) so there are many instances of smelling/taking large whiffs of reader. instances of kidnapping/coercion ( dubcon ), possessive and clingy behavior from grimmy because he’s obsessed. asphyxiation kink? (reader likes being choked). explicit content & language used. nsfw w/ descriptions of smut. unprotected + rough sex, a lil bit of teasing, groping, ass + thigh slapping, mentions of creampies. dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), masturbation (m! receiving). grimmjow kindaa gets pussydrunk. really just grimmy slowly going feral n falling in love <33

word count ! ━━ 4.5k

notes ! ━━ yeah i think im just physically incapable of writing anything less than 1k words bc wtf😭😭😭 the original thirst where i got this from ( found here ) wasn’t even 1k, so where did the other 3k+ words come from ;-; idek if i like ending lololol. anyway this piece is basically dedicated to @garoujo bc i promised her for a while i’d do this. this another impulsive bleach fic, i hope y’all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :’) all my grimmy luvrs + fuckers wake up! i’ve come to feed you <3 REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind. there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin.

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts.

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it.

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind.

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air.

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance.

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend.

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still.

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway.

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind.

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure.

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 33

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Jack walked carefully into the house and sat down trying to catch his breath. He never thought he would get Cleo's forgiveness but she had actually forgiven him. He looks through the box she left and kicks it to the side of the steps before pulling out his phone. He wasn't sure if he should call Y/n or Dr. Carty. He promised her that he would call her if he started feeling like a meltdown was coming and he didn't want to go back on his word.

He pushed the button to call her and waited, leaving the phone on speaker because of how terrible his hands were shaking.

"Hey! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jack could hear her smile through the phone.

"H-hey...um.." Jack hadn't thought about what he was going to say but Y/n could tell something was wrong.

"Jack? Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"I'm...I'm kinda on the verge of a panic attack...and I'm...scared." Jack's voice cracked. He could hear heavy breathing on the phone.

"Carrie...CARRIE! I've got to go. Let them know I've got an emergency." Y/n wasn't talking to Jack. She was talking about someone she worked with as she sprinted to her car.

"Just keep talking to me okay? I'm on the way." Y/n's car door slammed. He knew it would take her at least 15 minutes to get here so he tried to ground himself.

"What are you feeling baby? Is your chest tight?" Y/n asked keeping her tone soft.

"It's getting there. It's hard to catch my breath...I'm shaking. I can't stop shaking." Jack shook his hands out trying to calm himself.

"It's okay, just keep breathing and try to breathe through your nose okay?" Jack did as he was told and started taking deep breaths.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I'm like this." Jack apologized.

"Hey it's okay. I'm so happy you called me. You promised you would and you did." She said with a relieved smile. Jack felt at ease as she spoke. He heard the tires screech outside and she ran through the front door, tossing her phone on the counter and dropping to the floor next to him. She didn't want to be obvious but she looked him over for wounds.

"I didn't..." He started to say and she shook her head.

"Okay okay that's good baby. I'm so proud of you." Y/n pushed his hair off his sweaty face just as a huge roll of thunder hit and knocked the power out.

"Y-your mom-" Jack realized the power had gone out from the storm coming and she shook her head.

"Ms. Linda is with her tonight. She will be fine." Y/n helped him to his feet and led him into the living room to sit on the couch. Once she sat him down, she ran to the kitchen, returned with water and an armful of candles. Jack sipped the water as she lit the candles and turned towards him on the couch.

"Tell me what you need Jack. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Let's figure out how to get through this one together." She rubbed his hand between her own and he looked down at her hands holding his.

"You're making a huge mistake with me...you're...you're too good for me, Y/n." Jack shook his head and Y/n chuckled.

"Hey, only I get to decide that. I'm exactly where I want to be okay?" Y/n kissed his forehead.

"You're going to spend your whole life taking care of me and all my fucking issues. That's not a life." Jack was frustrated. He hated how weak he felt in this moment.

"That's actually my whole life babe. It's what I like to do, take care of people is quite literally my profession." She pointed to the scrubs she was wearing.

"It shouldn't be that way when you come home to someone you love. You should be able to live your life without worrying I'm going to jump off the roof over something stupid." Jack wiped at his face and Y/n listened to him.

"What was so stupid that triggered-" He snorted out at the mention of the word triggered'. He hated that term. It was like saying someone flipped a switch and his bat shit crazy was activated.

"What's making you feel anxious? I imagine you weren't just sitting around working on the house and suddenly couldn't catch your breath...if that's the case, we need medical intervention." She gave a reassuring smile making Jack shake his head.

"Cleo came by...she heard me starting my recordings on the porch. We had a talk and she...she actually accepted my apology, Y/n. She forgave me for everything I put her through...I just...I never thought." Jack buried his face in his hands and Y/n put her arms around him.

"That's so great Jack. I know how much you needed that forgiveness. I'm sure that weight is what threw you into a loop. This is a good reaction, I swear." She kissed the top of his head as she held him.

"She didn't just forgive me...she actually apologized to me like she did something wrong. I should have told her it wasn't her fault." Jack pulled back and let Y/n wipe his face.

"She knows its not her fault Jack. Sometimes people who care about you apologize because it's what you deserve. She knows it wasn't her that caused that pain but she can still feel empathetic that you got hurt." She explained.

Jack was always someone who hated people who apologized for shit they didn't do but Y/n made a decent point. Him and Cleo had a life before all of this. They cared about one another. If the roles were reversed, he would feel the same way that he wasn't able to heal those wounds or protect her from the past.

"Taking care of people is how I express my love. Feeling sorry that someone hurt people you care about is love. I know that you've got a skewed history with being loved but you also have a handful of really amazing loves. You have a best friend who would literally kill for you. Cleo clearly wanted a family with you. I love every minute we get to spend together because it makes me happy. You make me happy." Jack looked at her and gave a weak smile.

"Life isn't easy, neither is love but you find people that make getting through it worth it. I promise you, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be." She stroked his cheek and he leaned his forehead against hers. She hadn't said the words exactly but she had expressed to him in that moment that she might actually love him.

"Thank you for coming." Jack said in a whisper. She gave him a quick kiss before pulling his body towards her and laying back on the couch, cradling him against herself. She rocked slightly and hummed into his hair, almost motherly in her motions but Jack kept his ear to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. He felt himself relax against her as she hummed.

He felt safe. He felt protected. He felt loved.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow/Y/N #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Jack Goes Home #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

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roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

#love is in the air tgm #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom

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