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bloatedandalone04 · 8 months

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He’s Got My Name

➪the one where everything a.j. does, he does for you.

Warnings: spoilers for takers 2010, once again - no one will read this, swearing, heists, robbing of a bank, mentions of guns, kissing, brief angst if you squint, mentions of cancer, reader is very ill, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of blood, pda, indication of smut

Word Count: 3.8k

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“Alright, sweetheart, it’s your turn,” John’s voice sounded throughout your ear piece. You quickly pulled open the door to the stairwell and made your way up to the floor that held a plethora of offices. “You remember what to say?”

“Of course,” you state quietly as you confidently walk down the rows of desks. The employees even didn’t give you a second glance as you passed by them and towards one of the empty cubicles. Your skirt and suit jacket made you look like you actually worked here, as did your heels and high bun. After glancing around at the few employees that were near, you pick up the phone from the desk and bring it to your ear that didn’t have the earpiece.

You dial the number and wait a few seconds before you hear a voice answer, “News 14 hotline,”

“Hi, yes, I’m from the FedCal bank, downtown LA,” you say quickly in a panicked voice, making the pitch sound a bit higher for good measure. “There’s a robbery in progress.”

“Are they still in the bank?”

“Yes,” you answer sharply and make eye contact with a man across the room who was also on the phone. He gives you a concerned look, and you knew you had to wrap this up. “They’re a few floors above mine.”

The person was in the middle of asking another question when you hung up, dropped the phone back down onto the desk and stood up straight. Smoothing out your jacket, you stride back over to the door, smiling brightly at the few employees who looked up at you.

You could hear the faint sounds of the guys upstairs as they robbed the place, and you all but slammed the door behind you once you were back in the stairwell. As you hopped down the stairs, you reached into your pocket when you felt your phone begin to vibrate. “Yes, my love?” You answer as you reach down to rid your feet of the heels, holding both of them in one hand as you continue to descend.

“Angel,” A.J.’s voice rang through the phone and had you grinning to yourself. “Did you call the hotline?”

“I did,” you confirm as you neared the bottom floor, holding the phone away from you as a cough raked through your body. After swallowing the small amount of blood that pooled in your mouth, you bring it back to you. “They should be here any minute now.”

“Perfect,” he said. “You’re perfect.”

“So I’ve heard,” you tease as you enter the lobby of the bank, swinging your heels in your hand. You got a few odd looks as you walked along the marbled floor in your bare feet, but your lack of shoes would be the last thing on their mind once they found out what was happening just a few floors above them.

“Alright, get out of there, pretty girl,” A.J. said and you could just picture him blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. “Don’t get caught up when the cops arrive.”

“I won’t,” you promise and stick to it as you push open the front entrance of the bank and step out onto the sidewalk. “Be careful.”

“I will,” came his reply and you grinned when you noticed someone on the phone across the street, panic evident on their face as they were undoubtedly talking to the police and reporting the robbery. When you hear the unmistakable sound of a helicopter approaching, you knew he had to go. “I’ll see you later, baby.”

“See you soon,” you say and end the call, reaching up to let your hair down. Turning the corner just in time to see the news chopper fly over the roof of the bank, you knew it was only a matter of seconds before A.J. began to play his role of an injured security guard in order to secure their ride out of there.

Hours go by since the robbery, and after blowing up the news helicopter and parting ways, the group reunited a few hours later at the club they frequented. A.J. fell back against the leather armchair as John announced that Ghost was back and out of jail. “So I walk into my house and he’s standing there, drinking my whiskey. I was going to shoot him in the back of his head,”

“You should’ve,” Jake says as he hands A.J. a tall glass of bourbon. “The guy’s been out twenty four hours and already wants to do a job. He’s crazy.”

“Or he’s got huge balls,” Jesse offers from his spot on the stool.

“Yeah, Ghost doesn’t play when it comes to money,” John adds, glancing over at Gordon. “He’s too smart for that.”

“The bastard’s not that smart,” A.J. rasps as he drinks the bourbon. “He’s clever, not smart.”

As the five of them conversed about the return of their former member, Rachel entered the room in a small black dress, looking nothing short of beautiful, but she wasn’t who A.J. was waiting for.

Rachel smiled at the guys before sitting on Jake’s lap, and he grinned at the way his best friend got all flustered around his new fiancée. It was the same way A.J. acted around you when you first got engaged a few months back, and it was still how he acted now.

He just couldn’t get enough of you. And that was obvious as his face lit up under the blue lights when he saw you enter the room a few seconds later. You were wearing a silver dress that sparkled under the LED lights and the slit in the fabric had him biting down hard on his lip as he caught sight of the exposed skin of your leg and a bit of your thigh.

“Hi, boys,” you greet, purposely looking at everyone else other than A.J.

Tease.

“Hey, sweetheart,” John said back as you smiled at him.

“Another successful heist?” You ask, already knowing the answer as you step further into the room.

“You know it,” A.J. answers and you finally meet his eye. He looked so unbelievably fine in this lighting, and you held back a moan when beckoned you over to him with a curl of his finger. “C’mere, baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You were crossing the room within seconds and sitting down on his lap, your legs draped over his thighs as he placed his free hand on your lower back. His lips attach to your neck as your arm wraps around his shoulder, your left hand coming to rest on his chest. Your big engagement ring was on full display and it sparkled under the blue lights of the VIP room. “I missed you today,” you said, already breathless at the feeling of his lips on your neck.

“Mmm,” he hummed and brushed his nose against yours, turning your head so you were facing him. He kissed you softly, a groan leaving the back of his throat as he pulled you tighter against him. While you were a bit shy at first about kissing him like this in public, A.J. couldn’t care less, and he proved that by guiding you into countless makeout sessions that took place in front of the guys or just in the general public. After two and a half years, you grew to love engaging in PDA with him. “I missed you.”

You adjusted his bowtie as the other four guys fell into a conversation you couldn’t be bothered to listen in on, and neither could A.J. You were on his lap and wearing the most sinful dress he had ever seen on you, and he’s seen you in a lot of sinful dresses, how could he focus on anything else?

“I hear you blew up the chopper after hijacking it,” you trail off, your mouth directly next to his ear as you two fell into your own little world.

A.J. ran his hand up and down your hip, running his nose along your jaw as he nodded. “I did,”

You hummed and leaned closer to him. “I wish I could’ve been there to see that,” you whisper and make your voice as seductive as possible. You trace the skin below his ear with your tongue and feel the grunt that vibrated against his chest. “You know how sexy I find it when you do stuff like that.”

“I do,” he said and allowed your hand to grip the side of his face and turn his head so you could press your lips to his in a searing kiss. You run your tongue along his lower lip before his mouth opens and it brushes against his. He noisily breaks the kiss and you reach up to fix his hat that had become crooked during the whole event. “I wish you were there, too, baby, but this one was a bit too risky for you to have been able to stay. I would’ve loved to have had you on my lap while we were in the air, just like this, but I didn’t even like having you in the building with everything that’s going on right now.”

You shake your head and trace your index finger over the maze of freckles on his face. “You don’t need to worry about me,”

He gives you a pointed look and you sigh, eyeing the half empty glass in his hand.

You reached for it, but he was quicker and held it far away from you, his hand moving to tightly grip your waist in a warning. “C’mon,” you whine, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “Just a sip.”

While they usually worked on him, nothing you could ever do would get him to allow you to drink even a drop of alcohol. “Not a chance, pretty girl,”

You huffed and slumped against him, watching him down the rest of the bourbon before he set the glass on the table next to the chair.

“Don’t get all upset with me,” he says once he sat back against the chair, his hand resuming its movement on your hip. His lips were glistening with remnants of the booze and you eyed them with a sense of want.

And he knew that.

With a sigh, he uses his now free hand to brush away the fallen strands of hair from your face. “Alright,” he murmured, watching the way your eyes lit up. He was never good at denying you completely of the things you desired. “Have your taste.”

Once again, you didn’t need to be told twice.

You lean in and eagerly press your lips to his, your tongue shooting out to run along his bourbon coated mouth. This way you weren’t actually consuming the drink, but you were getting the faintest taste of it.

The kiss quickly heats up, and you were mainly licking his lips at this point. Once you are satisfied you pull away and press your forehead against his, knocking his hat out of place again. “Mm,” you hummed as you ran your tongue over your own lips, and A.J. held back a moan at the sight. “Thank you.”

He just grabbed his hat and tossed it next to the glass on the table. A.J. took your hand in his, his thumb turning the ring on your finger a few times as you snuggled up against him. “How are you feeling today?” He asked quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

You lace your fingers with his and bring your joined hands up to your mouth to be able to press a kiss to the back of his. “I’m fine, Jay, really,” you tell him, glancing into his worry filled eyes. “It’s a better day today. It’s good.”

He wasn’t sure if he should believe your words, but you never gave him a reason to worry about you ever being untruthful to him, so he accepted your answer and pulled you even closer to him, suddenly wanting to take you back home and end the night early.

And he would’ve done that, except when you excused yourself a few minutes later and he was met with the sight of Ghost, he knew his night had just begun.

A.J.’s body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, as was yours, and he was struggling to hold himself above you while he got you to yet another release.

It was nearing four in the morning, and a few minutes after he brought you to your peak, he was there as well and was finally able to collapse on the bed next to you. He falls onto his back and glances at out the window, the still open blinds doing nothing to keep out the four am moon. If your shared apartment was on one of the lower floors of the building, A.J. would’ve put the time aside to close the blinds and shield your body from any prying eyes, but seeing as it was on the thirteenth floor out of twenty, he didn’t feel the need.

He huffs out uneven breaths, his arm blindly wrapping around your waist when he feels you move to lay your head on his bare chest.

He had a long day, and it was nearing the end, with a new day just a few hours from now. After another successful heist, counting just how much money they received from said heist, finding out about a former ally being released from prison, and being roped into another job from said ally, he was finally able to end his day in the way he had grown so accustomed to.

A.J. loved spending hours on end with you wrapped up in the sheets, and that was before he allowed body to fully relax and welcome sleep to take over. As cliché as it sounded, your bodies really did fit so well together. He couldn’t remember the last time he had let himself fall this deeply for someone, in fact, he was sure he had never felt the things he did with you before.

Long story short; you had become his entire world just five months into the relationship. You were everything to him.

Once his breathing went back to normal, A.J. turned his head and ran his fingers through your hair, which was a bit damp from sweat. Your eyes were already on him, and he couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to press what felt like the millionth kiss of the night to your lips.

He sighed when he pulled away. “I should tell you before you find out from someone else,” he began.

You lifted your head so it was resting higher on his shoulder now. “Tell me what?”

A.J. ran his free hand through his messy, post-sex hair. “Ghost is out now,” he says and you furrow your brows. “Let him out this morning.”

You bit down on your kiss swollen lip. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because he was released during the heist. I didn’t find out about it until a few hours ago,” he explained, running his fingers up and down your bare back. “He showed up at the club tonight.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow. “He did?” You ask and he nods. “Where was I?”

“Bathroom,” he hummed, his eyes flickering all over your face. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, but held off as it wasn’t really the time to get into that right now. Damn Ghost. Still, he asked, “You took your meds, right? After you had that bourbon?”

You scoffed. “I didn’t even get a fair taste of it,”

“But you still thanked me for it,” he grinned and you rolled your eyes. “You took them, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed and tangled your legs with his. “What did Ghost want? When he came to the club?”

A.J. sighed again. “He wants us to help him do a job,”

“A job? He hasn’t even been out for a day yet,”

“Yeah, well, no one ever accused him of being smart,”

You laughed quietly, your hand tracing over the ink on his left arm. Underneath the faded Yak, in much more vibrant and fresher ink, was your first and middle name. It was in a cursive font, and the two names were spaced out enough that it wrapped around half of his bicep, and could be easily read to anyone who looked at him head on. “Can I ask you to promise me something?”

“You know you can, pretty girl,” he answered quietly.

“Don’t do anything too reckless, please,” you mumbled against the side of his neck. “You never do more than one job a year, let alone one right after the other. Just, please, be careful. Nothing too crazy, please.”

A.J. laughed, but not in a mocking way. He couldn’t deny the warm feeling that took over his body at your undying concern for him, despite him doing this kind of work for many years now. He was a rookie at it during the early years, but now he was more experienced, and he had you to come home to. “You worried about me, pretty girl?”

“I always am,” you reply and watch his mouth open, but you cut him off before he could even say anything, “And, yeah, I know you’ll always come back to me and I know about the risks and blah blah blah. Still doesn’t change anything.”

A.J. laughed again, rolling you onto your back and hovering over you once more. “I appreciate your concern, baby. And I love you for it,” he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, and you held back the tiny moan that threatened to escape. “And I promise I won’t do anything too reckless or crazy this time around. I’ve got you to come back to, remember?”

Once A.J. finished explaining Ghost’s plan to you, you shake your head and look up from your place on the ottoman. “I don’t like it,” you say and lift your head to meet his eyes. “I don’t like it at all. It seems like he’s making you guys do all the work while he gets the easy job.”

A.J. nods, lifting his hand in a form of gesture to his words, “Well, he was in jail, baby,” he points out. “It makes sense that he’d want to be more careful this time around.”

“Still,” you mumble. “I don’t like him getting you to do his dirty work. This was his idea, right? He came up with it? So why isn’t he more involved in it? Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to be more active in this? He knows you guys have already done your job for the year. I mean, he came up with the rule to never do more than one heist a year.”

“Yeah, well, if Ghost needs money, then he’s getting money,” he muttered. “And with the amount he says are in these trucks, I’m not opposed to going all in on this one.”

You raise a brow and fold your arms across your chest. “How much did he say is in them?”

He met your eye as he said, “Twenty million,”

Your eyes widen and you blow out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Jesus,”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m not jumping at the idea of turning this one down,”

Nodding, you play with your ring. “I get it, really, I do,” you start, trying to figure out how to voice your concerns about the whole thing. “But why do you need that much money? You got a lot from the bank yesterday, isn’t that more than enough to get you through the year?”

“It is,” he agreed and brought the whiskey glass up to his lips. “Well over being more than enough to get us through the year.”

Your heart swelled when he corrected your mistake of not including yourself in your prior question. “Then why are you so adamant on doing this job? You know you don’t owe him anything, right? Ghost got himself into prison, not you or the other guys.”

“I know, pretty girl, and that’s not why I’m doing this,” he finished the drink and set the glass down on the mini bar you and he had in the living room of your apartment. “Think about it. Twenty million? Think about how much that will help with your medication and treatment and bills. I’ve saved up most of the cost, but with this, you could be cancer free by the end of the year.”

You winced at that, hating the fact that he was doing this for you, to make sure you get the treatment you were required to have to save your life. You were already two surgeries in, and well over a hundred thousand dollars in medical bills, but this was too much.

It was a risky job, and you had an awful feeling about all of it. “You can’t do this for me, A.J.,” you begged, staring up at him.

He just gave you a look that left no room for arguments. “I can,” he said and you felt so small under his gaze. “And I am. If it means getting you back into that hospital for what could be your final few months of treatment, then I’m doing it. No questions.”

“A.J., think about this,” you pleaded. “You don’t need to do this for me. You can’t.”

“I need you,” he grunted, running his hand through his hair. His hat had been discarded a little while ago, but his hair was still a bit messy from it. “I’m not doing this without you.”

“Doing what?” You asked desperately.

“Living,” he answered like it was the easiest question he had ever been asked during the twenty nine years of his life. “You’re sick, and the meds aren’t working. Not as much as the surgery will. This will save you, don’t you get that?”

You shook your head and looked down at the floor, unsure of what to say.

A.J. stepped towards you and crouched down, taking your hands in his. “You won’t have to be in pain anymore, and we can finally continue our lives together, debt and cancer free. Don’t you want that?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I want that,”

He nodded and laced your fingers together. “Then that’s it,” he stated. “I’m doing this job, and I’m getting you the money that is needed to keep you in my life.”

You wanted to fight him on this some more, but you knew his mind was made up. And it had been since the minute Ghost told him about the plan.

So, instead of fighting him, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. He stands up with you in his arms, his lips meshing against yours in a needy kiss. “I love you,” you murmur against his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he said back and gently guided you towards the couch, letting his body hover over yours once you landed on the cushion with a soft thud.

Part 2

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geekforhorror · 7 months

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dating aj headcanons

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT)

my underrated baby <333

you guys met at the club where him and his friends frequently go to

he sees you in your dress and he knows he has to have u all to himself

aj makes the first move because well… he’s aj

he offers to buy you a drink

usually you turn down drinks from random guys but how can u with aj when he looks so fine?

he asks for your number

who are u to deny him?

the two of you talk up a storm to the point where he forgets about the boys

eventually he has to leave but he really doesn’t want to

he promises to text you soon after

as soon as he gets home, he fulfills his promise

the two of you text all night or so it seems

he finally asks you out after getting to know you a bit better

you say yes <3

your guys’ first date would probably be at an art museum and then he takes you out to a fancy restaurant because he can afford it

the two of you laugh your hearts out which is rare for him because he’s serious most of the time around other people

but you’re not like most people in his eyes

the night ends with you borrowing his suit jacket because you forgot to wear one

he says you can keep it

he asks you to be his girlfriend afterward because he loves you too much to take things slow

he wants you and only you

kisses you on your hand which wouldn’t be the last time

fast forward a few weeks to where you finally move in with him

you guys are so happy :)

he showers you with endless compliments

he calls you baby, darling, sweetheart, etc

he also loves buying you expensive gifts

he’s a big fan of kissing you on the lips, hands, and other places ;)

he LOVES showing you off

he doesn’t even care when the boys say it’s too much for them

it’s his job to show EVERYONE that you’re his

he shows people you belong to him by kissing you, placing his hands on your waist, and even letting you sit on his lap

he definitely has jealousy issues if you’re talking to another boy innocently

aj’s possessive but not toxic possessive

we stan him for that

NASTY TALK TIME!!!

he’s such a horny man

he’s a switch sorry not sorry

he loves when you wear revealing clothing just for him

it makes him so incredibly hard to the point where he can’t even hide it

he’s an ass man.

but he also LOVES your tits

he has a daddy kink let’s be honest.

he would never degrade you

you only hear praise from him

when he’s a dom, he alternates between a soft one and a rough one

for example: hes had a rough day? he will fuck the shit out of you as a form of stress relief

you love it tho

“fuck daddy! want more of your fat cock!!”

and when hes a sub, he’s more of a dominant one

gently pulls you by your hair towards his dick

he’s such a moaner

his favorite position is definitely doggy style

who wrote that?

LOVES when you go down on him

but he also loves when you take the reins

it makes him even harder

enjoys when you bounce up and down on his erected dick

he has such good stamina

he lets you cum first like the gentleman he is

once the two of you are finished, he cleans you up and orders food for the two of you

in conclusion, he’s the perfect man <3

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fuckmyskywalker · 4 months

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❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡 : 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐀𝐉

— CW: 18+. Smut. Fingering. Slight Exhibitionism (yes, again). Slight age gap (reader is 21, A.J. is 31). | Word Count: 1.3k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Happy second day of the Anyafest! Sorry for the delay. Had some little complications hehe.

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

“Where did you learn to play piano, Mr. A.J.?” You ask with a curious tilt, crossing your legs as you sit on the lid of the large black piano. His lips curl to a smile as he breathes a little chuckle. “What? I just want to know.”

“You are an inquisitive young lady,” A.J. replies, his pale fingers dancing over the piano tiles and maintaining a conversation with you without even looking, pure muscle memory. It fascinates you. Everything about him is mysterious and fascinating— he might be one of your favorite father’s colleagues. You know very little about him, you’ve known him for half a year and been captivated by him for half of that time. “How come your father hasn’t come looking for you?”

“He’s too busy chatting with Mr. Carter” You shrug. “Plus, the party was getting a little crowded, it is nice to find a quiet spot.” And to be alone with him, of course.

The empty music room was always a sanctuary, but when he is there showing off a talent you can’t still figure out completely, as if he was born with it— you seem to forget about the outer world. A part of you wishes he could feel the same but he has never shown signs of it. A.J. has never declined your presence either so you are at least sure that he enjoys having you around, whether it’s for courtesy for being his friend’s daughter or because he genuinely likes you. You have no clue.

“Must be tiring for a young socialite like yourself.”

The teasing edge of his voice makes you smile. You remain quiet for a little while, only enjoying the melodic tune coming from the strings underneath you. If you focus enough you can feel the gentle vibrations of the piano, a sensation somehow comforting. “So,” A.J. is the one who broke the silence. “What happened with that boy I saw you with last month?”

The question throws you off. He has never asked something so personal; you pout with another shrug, not really knowing what to say. “It wasn’t anything serious. I guess we were looking for different things. He wanted a compromise right away… and now that I think about it, he wasn’t even my type.”

“Oh, is that so?” He stops playing for a moment to crack his fingers, noticing how your eyes drift to the flex of his wrists and knuckles. “And what’s exactly your type?”

With a hum, you swing your legs. “I don’t know— I think he was trying to rush things, so definitely a rusher isn’t my type.”

“In what way?”

“He was talking about marriage after the second week.”

This time he laughs and you join him. Your laughter mixes with the music and you can swear you have never heard something more beautiful. “That is rushing things,” You were glad A.J. agreed with you. “And what else?”

“Well, a smart man never hurts anybody. Maybe older than me for a change.” It was a risky answer but you don’t have much to lose.

“An older man?” A.J. quirks an eyebrow waiting for you to elaborate.

“Yeah, not much though. I don’t want him to be ancient. I think ten years older would be my limit.” You look away as you say these words— kind of embarrassed for highlighting the exact age difference between A.J. and you.

A.J. seems to ponder your answer but his face doesn’t change much. After another round of silence, he stops playing again. Standing up from the small velvet stool he towers in front of the piano to close the lid. “Ten years isn’t much, I suppose.” You decide to try something bolder; turning your body, to face him fully. Your bare legs dangle over the piano lid, almost brushing his thighs.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Another smirk draws on his lips, but this time is quite different from any other you’ve seen. His left hand brushes over your ankle, his index finger tracing the strap of your heel. “I guess I’d be fine with dating someone ten years younger.” Your heart jolts at his words, blinking as if you couldn’t believe what he just said. A.J. chuckles at your reaction, raising his hand to caress your calf all the way to your knee. His hands are surprisingly warm, and you find yourself drawn to the feeling.

“Mr. A.J.?” You whisper, leaning back slightly when he inches forward slowly.

“Just call me A.J, dollface. I’m not that old.” His palm ventures to your thigh, his fingertips touching the hem of your red dress. “You know, red looks good on you.”

“Thank you” You mumble sheepishly.

Hovering over you, his lips kiss your jaw chastely as if he were testing the waters. “You are a very beautiful lady, I’m glad you got rid of that boy.” Sliding his hand between your thighs, he touched the fabric of your underwear. “Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” A.J. whispers, returning his lips to your cheek and kissing it repeatedly. You nod weakly, spreading your thighs as much as the dress allows you to. His thumb traces your clothed folds, teasing you.

He continues caressing you, taking his time despite knowing that someone could walk in at any moment. But something tells you that he isn’t going to stop anyway. Finally, he touches your clit, circling it deliberately. A soft moan from your part makes him smile again, you are not even surprised in the slightest that his hands are even more skilled in more ways than one. It feels like ages have passed until he finally moves your panties to the side, collecting some of your slick to continue his assault on your clit.

“So wet already… is this all for me?”

“Yes,” You breathe, your thighs tensing with delight. He fucking knows what he is doing with that husky voice of his. “All for you.”

“Good girl.”

A.J. slides one finger, releasing a small grunt of amusement when your walls hug his digit tightly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about this. Of course he has seen the way you look at him, always biting your lower lip, addressing him so politely and nicely, always batting your mascara-coated eyelashes… everything you do is alluring to him. Adding a second finger to the mix, he makes sure to lift his hand so the heel of his palm rubs against your clit. Reaching to remove his hat, he places it over your head. “You look gorgeous.” A.J. compliments you. His hat fits you a tad big, but you can still see him despite the dark brim. You want to thank him, to show him your damn gratitude for making you feel so good but you can’t. He crooks his fingers inside you, rubbing them against your G-spot and causing your whole body to jolt forward.

“That’s it, good girl—” He coos at you, leaning down and moving his neck to the side to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. “Are you going to come?”

“Uh-uh,” It’s a dumb, mindless mumble but it’s enough. He speeds up, charmed by the wet sounds that your pussy makes for him— for A.J. that’s even more lovely than any tune his fingers can play… this is a different type of music; primal and raw, passionate and erotic. His favorite one.

“Not yet.” He withdraws his fingers, kissing you again when you moan in discontentment. “Patience, dollface. Not here. Let’s go to a place where I can listen to you properly.”

You look at him with puppy eyes, pouted red lips, and a heaving chest. “My room is upstairs…” It’s an offering, and one he wouldn’t decline. A.J. smirks again, bringing his coated fingers to his lips and licking them clean. The action is short and silent but it speaks volumes.

“That’s better. And keep the hat, precious. I want to see you with it while you ride me.”

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes!#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anyafest 2023!#aj smut #aj takers #aj x reader smut #aj takers smut #takers 2010 #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen

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Okay so you’re one of the only ones I’ve seen mention AJ recently so I wanted to come to you with this thought. You know the ‘write a prisoner’ website it went around tiktok for a little? Well I was thinking, in a universe where his ending is different (no spoilers just in case your other followers haven’t watched it) reader finds him on the write a prisoner site and they become penpals. You’re able to develop a genuine connection with one another and he’s able to talk and vent to you about everything that’s gone wrong/right in his life and you’re able to do the same thing. He ends up writing you sappy little poems and love notes eventually cause he realizes you are more than just a penpal to him. At some point you end up surprising him with an actual visit and it just solidifies his feelings being able to finally see you in person. If we’re going off of the mafia!au for him, then maybe he ends up having some of his men on the outside start to keep tabs on you..solely for protection purposes of course not because he wants to make sure he’s the only guy you’re talking to. There’s a couple videos I saw where the girls were still able to be surprised with flowers on the doorstep somehow by their penpal and I definitely feel like he’d do the same thing. There’d be a line in one of his notes afterwards of like ‘Did you get my little surprise, sweetheart? Just wait till you see how much I can really spoil you once I’m out of here.’ Ahhh maybe it’s just me that gets all giggly at this idea. Idk just a little thought 😅

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OMG STOP I LOVE THIS SM!!

okay so ima break this up a bit because it’s easier for my brain to focus 😭 will start with looking at it from Aj’s character and then from if it was Mafia!Ani

(i’d also like to state idk how the ‘write a prisoner’ website works exactly but i feel like it’s pretty self explanatory so ima just roll with how it works in my mind)

Aj: becoming pen pals with a prisoner and bonding is a lot easier then you went into the website thinking, you only really go in with the fact you’ll be speaking with a criminal. once you see his photo your interest is peaked (i mean how could it not look at him)

anyway you guys start off with simple topics when messaging like favorite hobbies and Aj mentions to you that he has a love for playing the piano- (idk about you guys but there’s nothing hotter then a man who can play an instrument and play it well) maybe he even makes a promise to you that when he gets out he’ll play for you.

and Aj is such a sweetheart he so would write you poems maybe he starts off with something simple and sweet that can be interpreted in a friend way because for as confident as a guy he is you make him nervous. he only started writing you poems once you two where close enough for him to feel safe and be open with his thoughts and how he got into this situation. and honestly you don’t think he’s to bad of guy after all he never went out of his way to kill anyone during a heist and he always made sure to donate a percentage to charity organizations, so you’re able to push the fact he’s a criminal aside.

as your relationship with him progresses and his friendly poems slowly turn into something more you realize how badly you want to visit him. to see his pretty face in person (even if it is behind a glass frame) and to hear the voice you’d been imagining in your head. so with all the courage you can muster you do some digging and make plans to surprise him. Oh boy are you grateful you went through with it- seeing him in person was almost surreal. somehow he was more handsome in person and furthermore his gravely voice was definitely hotter then you ever could of imagined. he’s a smooth talker, seemingly more bold in person then he was through a screen (which shocked you since with most people it’d be the opposite). oh and when he sees you… sees your smile- the way you flutter your lashes when listening to him speak- he knows he’s done for, knows that there’s no one else he wants more in his life and even more importantly he cannot wait for his release date.

you make the effort to visit him as often as you can…

Mafia!Anakin: we all collectively agree Ani is a possessive man- even if he doesn’t always show it but Mafia Ani, oh that man isn’t afraid to show he’s possessive in fact as far as he’s concerned he owns you. so to no one’s surprise he 100% has men on the outside looking after you. making sure you’re safe, single unbothered by those around you.

Anakin has connections everywhere, i mean he’s the top boss. so if he wants to surprise you with something he will, and he’s got the money for it so honestly what’s stopping him?

waking up and getting ready to start your day only to here your doorbell go off, opening your front door to see a huge bouquet of flowers. it really confuses you at first- i mean you don’t really talk to other guys (probably because every time you did they suspiciously disappeared- if you had their number and messaged them all they’d say is they moved away) so who are they from. taking them inside and seeing a note on the ground that must of fallen out of the bouquet your question is answered.

‘Hope you like them Pretty girl’

it’s not even signed but you know exactly who it’s from. of course you confront him at your next visit, and once you do all he does is give you a sly little smile through the glass as you both hold the phone next to your ears.

‘just wait till you see how much i can really spoil you once i’m out of here’

ugh that resonantes with me sm 😩 he 100% would say that and then swiftly move the conversation along as you blush silently, something about how he said it or maybe it’s the look in his eyes that leaves you flustered.

i think i ranted a bit to much about this 😀 my apologies huns 😭 but anyways you’re so real for this and thank you for dropping it in my asks 🫶🏼

you’re actually my first ask too so 🤭🤭 thank you for the absolute serotonin boost this gave me Xx <3

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #modern!ani #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #modern!anakin skywalker #modern anakin skywalker #modern! anakin x reader #modern!anakin x reader #mafia!anakin #mafia!anakin skywalker #mafia au #aj takers x reader #aj x reader #aj takers #takers #takers 2010 #queenie’s thoughts xx<3

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hailpacino · 3 months

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oh, he's so lana. i becoming a criminal so he can arrest me

#matt dillon #lana del rey #dallas winston #rusty james #rumble fish #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston x reader #dally winston #takers 2010 #film #80s #90s #hollywood actor #hailpacino #girlblogging #girl blogger

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nestito702 · 6 months

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Hayden Christensen

as A.J. In “TAKERS” (2010)

#hayden christensen #takers 2010 #aj takers

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cosmicanakin · 10 months

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Masterlist | Certified Daydreamer.

✸ COSMICANAKIN 24'

NAVIGATION.

Do not copy or plagiarize my masterlist. It'll only result in you getting blocked. This is my only warning from here on out.

VINCENT HACKER ⎯ est. 2002

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN ⎯ est. 1981

JENSEN ACKLES ⎯ est. 1978

PAUL WALKER ⎯ est. 1973

JAX TELLER ⎯ est. 1978

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xgoddessoffandomsx · 10 months

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Me at Gordon and John in 0.2 seconds

#takers 2010 #john rahway #gordon cozier #gordon x john

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Men I show my therapist to explain my daddy issues-

The Undertaker- 1/?

#wwe #wwf #the undertaker #american badass #aba!taker #aba undertaker #corporate ministry #ministry of darkness #the brothers of destruction #i clearly have a favourite era #and its 100% aba taker #with 2010-07 taker in close second #i might do a few of these #i just wanted an excuse to make more gifs

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laromp3 · 15 days

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Taker - DIIV

#laro.mp3 #taker #diiv #album: deceiver #country: usa #language: english #decade: 2010s #Spotify

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chiaraanatra · 30 days

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Perrito

∘₊✧────✧₊∘ ! 18+ MINORS DNI ! ∘₊✧───✧₊∘

Request: I apologize that I can't find the asks to save my life... but one asked for sub AJ and the other was for reader to be on top so I combined to two! Whoever asked for this I hope you enjoy! I had a wild time writing this one!

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, Sub!AJ, Dom!reader, reader is a bit of a tease and AJ is desperate, p in v (w/out protection), AJ speaks Spanish, pet names (Spanish equivalent of puppy, princess, goddess, love), mentions of tattoos (on AJ not reader), no use of Y/N. (My Spanish is not great and that itself should be a warning, I apologize)

Word Count: 1.1k

AN: I dont know if this is what was expected from the request but I hope those of you who like AJ will enjoy. Thank you for the request and thanks to my boyfriend, Jay, for being my source material for all the smut I write. You are truly doing God's work.

HC: AJ is a dom-leaning switch, you cannot and will not change my mind! My man is also Hispanic because the idea of him talking dirty in Spanish kills me!

《 m.list || ao3 》

AJ couldn't recall how he ended up in this predicament; on the couch with you sitting on his lap, your hand holding his wrists above his head as you kissed up and down his exposed neck, grinding your clothed hips against his.

Your suggestion came out of nowhere, at least that's what it felt like to him. "How would you feel about me taking control? Like I was the dominant one?"

AJ turned to you with a skeptical smile, "And why would you want to do that, Princesa?"

"I don't know, just for something different? You always take care of me, maybe I want a turn taking care of you." The smile on your face was sweet, but AJ could see the lust in your eyes.

And now here he was, letting out soft groans as you continued to grind against his lap, hands still positioned above him. AJ could easily pull out of your grasp and take control, but he didn't. He allowed you to do as you please, torturing him with sweet kisses while he begged for more. "Por Dios, amor... I need to touch you..."

"Not yet, perrito." You smile at the soft whimpers that escaped his lips and the flush of pink that graced his cheeks. He couldn't tell if it was the name or the Spanish that set his body on fire, but he knew he needed more.

"Por qué no?" AJ could hardly recognize his voice, it sounded so needy and desperate, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Please... Whatever you want, lo que sea... Just please take off these clothes and let me touch you..."

"So desperate...” your voice was sultry. “Sit up," Normally he was the one giving orders, but without hesitation, AJ did what he was told, leaning his back against the back of the couch. Still perched on his lap, your fingers teased down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Once undone, your hands ran their way over each tattoo, admiring the art that was strewn across his toned body.

You leaned in pressing your lips to his. The kiss was far too soft and slow for his liking, but he didn't attempt anything for fear you would pull away. "Fuck..." AJ let out a soft moan as you bit his lower lip, pulling it slightly.

You leaned in close, licking the shell of his ear before whispering, "I'm going to ride you till I'm satisfied." You kissed down his sharp jaw to the other side of his face. "You are still not allowed to touch me. But if you're good, I'll let you do whatever you want."

He groaned at the idea of not touching you, but his voice filled with curiosity, "Whatever I want...?"

"Yes, perrito." He whimpered at the name. "Touch me... fuck me..." Each word you spoke was accentuated by open-mouthed kisses along his neck. "Whatever your heart desires, so long as you're a good boy for me. Can you do that?"

"I’ll be good, please... Prometo... I-I promise I'll be good..." This was downright embracing. AJ was at your mercy. His voice was shaky, sounding nothing like the unwavering, confident man that everyone knew. But he could care less if you saw this side of him.

You wasted little time removing your soaked panties and undoing his pants, revealing his already hardened cock. You couldn't help but tease him a little more, rubbing his tip against your wet folds. When even you couldn't take the teasing any longer, you slowly sank down on his length, feeling him stretch your silken walls.

Once you settle on his cock, you gaze down at AJ. You could swear his eyes rolled back. Regardless of how many times he had been inside you, each felt better than the last. He firmly believed that your pussy was made for him.

He took an unsteady breath before looking at you. You were perfect and he gazed upon you as if he was looking at God. He couldn't help but admire your beauty. Every curve, every breath, everything about you was enthralling. "Muévete..."

"Now, now," you tried to keep your voice as steady as possible, "Ask nicely."

"P-por favor, diosa...P-por favor muévete... Te necesito..." AJ's mind was gone. You almost felt sorry for teasing him so much, however, this was exactly where you wanted him.

You began to bounce up and down on his cock. You leaned forward, running your fingers through his hair, finally tossing that ridiculous hat to the floor, before nipping at the tattoos that littered his neck.

Whimpers and moans mixed with Spanish continued to fall from his lips. You both were unsure how much more of this either of you could take. Both close to falling off the edge and coming undone.

You took notice of AJ's hands, fiercely gripping the back of the couch, knuckles turning white. You paused for just a moment taking his hands and placing them on your skin, knowing both of you needed to feel one another.

His blue eyes widened, almost as if to ask permission. "Yes, perrito, you can touch me." Without hesitation, hands were all over you, pulling you closer to him as he rocked up into you. The slight adjustment in angle had his cock hitting against the soft spongy spot inside of you causing you to gasp in pleasure, legs feeling like they would give out any moment, "Fuck I'm close, AJ... so close...!"

AJ mumbled against your shoulder, "Tan cerca... tan cerca... tan jodidamente cerca...!" With a few more thrusts you were both falling into release. You were gripping onto one another for dear life as your orgasm washed over you and AJ painted your walls with his cum.

You fell forward into his arms, resting your head in the curve of his shoulder while your hot breath ghosted over his neck.

AJ was the first to speak, "Wow... that was... that was different..."

Your fingers danced along his chest, tracing his tattoos, "Different bad..?"

"No!" He said, a bit too eagerly for his liking. "No. Different good." He ran his fingers up and down your spine, soothing your damp skin. "Perrito was a nice touch, by the way."

"I was wondering how you would feel about that." You couldn't help but giggle.

"You know..." You looked up at AJ curious of his next words. However, he refused to meet your gaze, pink dusting across his cheeks. "Next time, you might have to tie me up if I'm not allowed to touch you. I don't know if I could have the same restraint." He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from enjoying the idea too much.

You kissed his lips, "I think that could be arranged."