Brie Larson (Fast X) World Premiere

Imagine being picked out of the crowd at the mansion party, taken to a room and told to wait. One minute later, Jakob walks in. He's been watching you dance all night—but now it seems he's grown tired of waiting for you to notice.

Eu também espero, tô amando muito essa nova fase dele ❤

I really hope they don't kill Jakob off in F10. We just got Uncle Muscle like, please, let him live 🙏

Be Rough With Me

Duncan Idaho x Atreides!Reader request: yes gifs credits: @thespicemustflowgirls (gifs aren't mine; please don't mistake them with the original owner) divider credits: @rookthornesartistry @cafekitsune (template; gradient colour & symbol my changes) Summary: Duncan has always been a generous and gentle lover. Y/n is afraid to ask him to be rougher, but Duncan is more than happy to oblige his woman's needs. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, rough sex, brief choking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, mention of pregnancy Word Count: Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and adored xx this fic is inspired by Nick Jonas - Chains

Welcome to day eleven of MissJadesfics Kinktober/Flufftober 2024! Day 11: Rough Sex w/ Duncan Idaho

With her wine-stained lips, yeah she's nothing but trouble. Cold to the touch but she's warm as a devil

Y/n loves Duncan with her entire heart and soul; she loves how gentle he is with her. His constant affections and affirmations made her heart skip. Despite being a brutal warrior and fierce in battle, his hands could never be rough with her. He wanted to, but he had his reservations. Y/n was delicate, and he treated her as such. So, he was shocked when she came to the training room after his session with Paul; she wrapped her arms around his body, her lashes fluttering seductively; his hazel irises piqued with interest as her sudden nature changed. “What does this pleasant yet unexpected visit mean, my love?” He mumbled, his lips grazing hers Y/n sighed gently, a leg draping around his waist. Duncan grinned, his head resting on hers, a hum bubbling in his throat. “Can I ask something of you, Duncan?” The Atreides swordmaster nodded slowly, his knuckles brushing her cheek. “You can ask me for anything you know, that princess” He furrowed his brows at the tone of nervousness laced in her voice. “As of late…” She began as she grew nervous looking into Duncan’s eyes; the familiar smirk pulled on his lips, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, a shaky breath escaping her parted lips. “I was wondering if perhaps you could be rougher with me?” She whispered. Duncan raised his scarred brow in response to her question; his breathing grew heavy, and their mouths brushed. “You want me to be rougher with you, hmm?” He purred dangerously Y/n swallowed, nodding gingerly; Duncan’s nose flared, and his jaw clenched lightly. A low growl rumbled in his chest. His nose nudged her cheek, breathing in her scent. His hands trailed down her body cupping her ass. Their bodies pressed together, and Y/n’s lips tugged in a smile. Duncan looked at the door out the side of his eyes. “I did not think Duncan Idaho would into being caught during an…intimate moment?” She whispered seductively in his ear. Duncan huffed in annoyance, reminding himself anyone could walk in. “I will happily indulge your needs later, my love. For now, you should go before I pin you to the floor” He grinned, smacking her ass playfully.

I gave all my heart but she won't heal my soul. She tasted a break and I can't get more

For the rest of the day, Y/n felt the unbearable ache between her thighs grow. Sitting at the dining table with her family, her brother Paul was busy conversing with their father and mother Y/n pretended to feel faint. “I think I shall retire for the evening. I am feeling a little unwell.” She bid her family goodnight and left the hall, a glowglobe following her as she walked to her chambers. Feeling an arm pull her to the wall, she was embraced in Duncan’s hold. “Duncan-” She began, his lips cut off her speaking as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Panting heavily between kisses, Duncan’s warm breath fanned her face, making her shudder, her heart pounding, her mind growing fuzzy. Duncan’s mouth trailed kisses along her jaw down her neck, his hips jerking the roughness of his pants, creating a delicious friction Y/n moaned, biting his shoulder with each roll of his hips against hers. Duncan ripped her dress, his hand disappearing to feel her bare cunt to his fingers. Duncan moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he moved the dress aside, grinding his cargo pants to her exposed spread legs. Y/n whimpered at the sensation of her arousal drenching his pants. Duncan moved his hips fast and hard Y/n’s arms draped over his shoulders, her fingers tangling into his chocolate locks, tugging the roots tightly.

Wrapping a hand around her throat and applying enough pressure so she was still able to breathe, Y/n’s eyes met Duncan’s in the darkened atmosphere, the lust flowing in his hazel eyes as if a wild animal had taken over his body. “Fuck Duncan!” Y/n gasped. Their lips met in a passionate entanglement; the lovers caught in the moment neither heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Y/n’s eyes shot open, pulling away from the kiss and trying to tap Duncan’s shoulder. “Someone is coming” She whispered. Duncan covered her body with his in the corner of the walls, their breaths shallow and hushed, trying not to laugh. When the footsteps receded, Duncan peeked his head out and swept her in his arms, carrying her over his shoulder and moving her to his chambers. “Duncan!” She scolded him at his nonchalant behaviour; a swift smack on her ass silenced her as Duncan chuckled at her reaction. Throwing her on his bed after closing the door with his foot, Duncan removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants as Y/n spread her legs eagerly. 

Duncan didn’t give her a chance to prepare as he entered in one harsh thrust. A cry fell from her lips as her fingers gripped his shoulders. His pace was brutal and rough, just like she had asked of him. Y/n arched her back, moans tumbling from her mouth as Duncan’s jaw slacked, feeling how wet she was; no matter how many times he fucked her, he could never get used to feeling how she felt around his cock. Y/n could feel every vein, and ridge of Duncan’s cock slide in and out of her, the motion sending her into a frenzy as she writhed underneath the swordmaster. “Oh, Duncan!” She whined, his palm wrapping around her neck again, his thumb tracing her jaw. Duncan grinned, his lips caressing her cheek. “So pretty, aren’t you? Fucked out on my cock and begging me to fuck you senseless in this bed” He grunted, delivering a few wild strokes of his pelvis. The head of his cock hitting her sweet spot overwhelmed her senses; Duncan let out a guttural sound feeling her walls clench around him. Duncan pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach, knocking the air out her Y/n’s head fell on the pillow as Duncan’s hands pulled her back by her hips; resuming his intricate movements, Y/n gripped the sheets drool forming at the corner of her lips. Duncan’s grunts and deep moans made her wetter with each thrust. 

You got me in chains, you got me in chains for your love. But, I wouldn't change, no I wouldn't change this love. Tryna break the chains but the chains only break me.

Changing angle, Duncan laid her down slightly, his arm supporting her around her waist as he pounded deeper. Stuffing her cunt full of his cock, Y/n sobbed as Duncan used her for his and her own pleasure; it’s what she wanted; she wanted it rough. She wanted to be left a begging mess, sore and unable to process what was happening. Covering her body, Duncan pressed kisses along her shoulder and neck, his breath panting heavily in her ear “Taking me so well, sweetheart, who knew you’d be such a whore for me, hmm?” He purred, his tongue licking the shell of her ear Y/n let out a needy whine, her hips wriggling to meet his Duncan leant back, his cock twitching inside her as Y/n felt her peak wash over a sudden scream escaped her lips, pleasure rippling through her moans muffled in the pillow. Duncan’s thrusts became sloppy, his jaw clenched, a thick growl emitted from his chest, and he came inside her. Painting her walls with his seed, his tanned body slick with sweat, his rough breaths filled his chambers as he pulled Y/n back to meet his chest, his lips pressed a tender kiss on her pulse.

“After this, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re with child in the upcoming weeks?” He murmured with a sly grin.

DUA LIPA and JOHN CENA in Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

ele com certeza precisa de muito amor, e principalmente, precisa existir mais fanfics sobre jakob!❤

Jade darling, I'm unsure if you write for him, but I know you write for Fast and Furious. So, I was wondering if I could request something cute with Jakob Torretto? I'll leave the plot up to you, I trust your writing judgment xx

Yes, I do write for Jakob, and I'd be happy to write this for you. There is nothing written for him and he needs love.

DANTE REYES + dancing while causing absolute mayhem

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo | free choice

Fast And Furious masterlist

Jakob Toretto 

Cold Nights and Jackets

The whiplash between hot murder man Jakob and soft fun uncle Jakob in Fast X has me dying, fr. One moment he's kicking ass then he's like "road trip! let's go find your dad!"

WELCOME HOME...

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night and hearing noises coming from your kitchen. You go downstairs thinking it's just the cat and find a shirtless Jakob standing there, stitching himself up.

Before you can even scream, he covers your hand with his mouth and explains he'll be out of your hair in a couple minutes. You don't know why but something about the look in his eyes makes you relent.

While Jakob cleans his wounds, you grab antibiotic ointment from the medicine cabinet and bring it to him. Sure, you don't know a thing about this random guy in your house but you do know a thing or two about taking care of yourself.

He smiles and thanks you, then asks if you've got any liquor lying around. Jakob could really do with a drink right now.

A shot or two later, the two of you are sitting on the couch, staring at each other. You've already bandaged the gunshot wound to his shoulder, but the voice in the back of your head says you should check him for injuries.

Properly.

Maybe it's the look in your eyes but Jakob lifts his right index finger and crooks it, making a 'come here' gesture. You slide over the couch and tell him what you want to do.

His hands go to his belt buckle and Jakob undoes it, sliding his jeans down his long muscular legs. There's no mistaking the bulge concealed by his briefs, or the sheer size of him. Make no mistake, Jakob is a man, and as he grasps your chin with his fingers and smiles, your breath hitches in your throat.

"Everything means everything, right?" Jakob asks.

"Yes."

He hooks his briefs with his thumbs and drags them down slowly, allowing you to examine Jakob much closer than you thought you'd be.

"No injuries. That's good," you murmur, giving a noise of approval, and gently wrap your hand around him. "Now let's check the rest of you, shall we?"