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FANDOM: The Losers.

PAIRING/STARRING: Jake Jensen x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: Lazying at the pool can also be eventful.

CONTENT: Dorky flirting, first and second kiss.

A/N: The 7th of June brings us Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Jump right in

“Ouch ah eek oof ouch!”

Jake’s practically tap-dancing bare feet over the sun-baked tiles before launching into the pool. Moments later, he erupts like a breaching whale near where you’re sitting with the feet dangling over the edge.

“Come join me!” he grins, wiping water off his glasses without success.

Shaking your head at his efforts, you hold a hand out. “Here. You should’ve taken them off.”

“I wouldn’t be able to see you so well,” he worries.

He always flirts with you. Normally, you roll your eyes at it but really like it because Jake’s cute. No. He’s more than cute. He’s amazing. Sure, he talks a lot, but the sound of his voice is nice.

“Then you just have to be closer,” you suggest.

“I’d have to be real close.”

He slips off the glasses and steps over to give them to you.

“Yeah, how horrible,” you drawl, voice laden with sarcasm.

You should’ve known it would only spur him on. Maybe that was your plan. You’re not sure and you can’t think that far anymore when his large hands land on your knees, pushing them apart so he can step in between.

“I’d have to be this close to see,” he mumbles, stretching up a bit.

“I know you like what you see,” you whisper, heart fluttering and the glasses in your hand forgotten.

“Uhuh.” He confirms, leaning closer. “Can I?”

You nod and he kisses you. It’s quick but solid. Mouths smushed and the tip of his tongue caressing the seam of your lips as if to taste you before he pulls back.

“I’d have to be that close,” he gasps, slightly cross-eyed.

“Might have to insist on you never wearing your glasses, then. Like them, though.”

That is so true he really would! Anything to make you laugh, really :)

FANDOM: Knives out.

PAIRING/STARRING: Ransom Drysdale &/x maid!fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: You really need to keep your job as a maid for Ransom Drysdale even if you hate the ass of a guy.

CONTENT: Dark elements: power imbalance, degradation, sexual harassment, blackmailing, implied DUBCON/NONCON smut.

A/N: The prompt for the 12th of Jukebox is Tainted Love – Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Prove it

“I cannot stand the way you tease,” Ransom had whispered, ignoring the fact that you’d only done your job.

His words echo in your head today when you start your work, cleaning the large house or tending to the other tasks you’ve been assigned. In theory, you can quit...but then you’ll be out of a surprisingly well-paying job AND a place to live and fuck knows you can’t afford to lose either. So you grit your teeth, put on the maid uniform – a skimpy dress – and get to work.

You’re halfway up a ladder, dusting off the bookcase, when the door to the study opens and Ransom enters. You don’t turn to look at him, but you can hear from the way he walks that he is pissed so it worries you that he hesitates before walking to you.

Warm hands ensnare your ankles and for a second you’re afraid he’ll pull you off the ladder.

He doesn’t. His hands slide up your calves, then up the back of your thighs.

“Mister Drysdale...” you start.

“Shhh.”

You’re clinging to the shelf, body stiff with fear of what he’s doing. Goosebumps are racing from where his palms are touching your skin and you’re not sure it’s all aversion.

He’s a horrible employer. A horrible person.

But you haven’t been touched like this in ages. As his fingers slide under the fabric of the skirt, you have to bite back a whimper.

“Such a slut,” Ransom sneers, hands now on the curve of your ass. “Bet you’d let me fuck you just so you could stay.”

You hate him. Hate that he’s right too.

“Please don’t...” You can feel his fingers dig into the plush of your ass in anticipation. “Don’t fire me.”

Everything tags: @maladaptive-ninja-returns​ @castielscaplan

FANDOM: The Losers.

PAIRING/STARRING: Jake Jensen x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: Lazying at the pool can also be eventful.

CONTENT: Dorky flirting, first and second kiss.

A/N: The 7th of June brings us Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Jump right in

“Ouch ah eek oof ouch!”

Jake’s practically tap-dancing bare feet over the sun-baked tiles before launching into the pool. Moments later, he erupts like a breaching whale near where you’re sitting with the feet dangling over the edge.

“Come join me!” he grins, wiping water off his glasses without success.

Shaking your head at his efforts, you hold a hand out. “Here. You should’ve taken them off.”

“I wouldn’t be able to see you so well,” he worries.

He always flirts with you. Normally, you roll your eyes at it but really like it because Jake’s cute. No. He’s more than cute. He’s amazing. Sure, he talks a lot, but the sound of his voice is nice.

“Then you just have to be closer,” you suggest.

“I’d have to be real close.”

He slips off the glasses and steps over to give them to you.

“Yeah, how horrible,” you drawl, voice laden with sarcasm.

You should’ve known it would only spur him on. Maybe that was your plan. You’re not sure and you can’t think that far anymore when his large hands land on your knees, pushing them apart so he can step in between.

“I’d have to be this close to see,” he mumbles, stretching up a bit.

“I know you like what you see,” you whisper, heart fluttering and the glasses in your hand forgotten.

“Uhuh.” He confirms, leaning closer. “Can I?”

You nod and he kisses you. It’s quick but solid. Mouths smushed and the tip of his tongue caressing the seam of your lips as if to taste you before he pulls back.

“I’d have to be that close,” he gasps, slightly cross-eyed.

“Might have to insist on you never wearing your glasses, then. Like them, though.”

FANDOM: Sand Castle AU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Dad’s best friend!Syverson x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 299.

SUMMARY: Damn it if you don’t have a crush on your dad’s best friend!

CONTENT: AGE GAP (legal), casual drinking, flirting, partial nudity, sexual undertones, implied smut after ending.

A/N: The 11th of Jukebox brings us Little Bitty Pretty One – Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Crush

You’re on the back porch, watching your dad and his best friend, Syverson, bicker about how to start the grill. It’s tradition and in a moment your dad will realize there’s not enough coals and he’ll be off to buy more.

That’ll be your chance. You’ve been watching Sy from a distance for ages now. You like what you see.

“Goddamn it! Gonna need more coals!” your dad’s voice rings out. “Be right back!”

As he trudges off, Sy grabs his beer and saunters up onto the porch to lean against the railing.

You’ve made sure to look extra nice today: a flimsy, yellow sundress with butterfly sleeves and a low cut that shows off your cleavage. The way you’re sitting the skirt is riding up, showing off your thighs. And the way he’s looking, you know he likes it.

“He’ll be gone for a while,” you say to break the silence.

“Mhm,” Sy agrees. “Tell you a story...’bout a girl who grew up to be too pretty for her own good. Knew it too.”

You bat your lashes at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He puts the bottle down, then comes to stand before you. His crotch is right at eye level and it’s hard not to stare at the bulge. “Got the head of a dirty old man all twisted.”

You can’t help but clench your thighs. He sees the movement, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

“So what’d he do?” you ask.

Syverson kneels before you, big hands on your knees, pushing them apart. It makes your skirt ride up a bit more, revealing that you’re not wearing any panties. His eyes darken at the sight.

FANDOM: Sand Castle AU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Dad’s best friend!Syverson x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 299.

SUMMARY: Damn it if you don’t have a crush on your dad’s best friend!

CONTENT: AGE GAP (legal), casual drinking, flirting, partial nudity, sexual undertones, implied smut after ending.

A/N: The 11th of Jukebox brings us Little Bitty Pretty One – Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Crush

You’re on the back porch, watching your dad and his best friend, Syverson, bicker about how to start the grill. It’s tradition and in a moment your dad will realize there’s not enough coals and he’ll be off to buy more.

That’ll be your chance. You’ve been watching Sy from a distance for ages now. You like what you see.

“Goddamn it! Gonna need more coals!” your dad’s voice rings out. “Be right back!”

As he trudges off, Sy grabs his beer and saunters up onto the porch to lean against the railing.

You’ve made sure to look extra nice today: a flimsy, yellow sundress with butterfly sleeves and a low cut that shows off your cleavage. The way you’re sitting the skirt is riding up, showing off your thighs. And the way he’s looking, you know he likes it.

“He’ll be gone for a while,” you say to break the silence.

“Mhm,” Sy agrees. “Tell you a story...’bout a girl who grew up to be too pretty for her own good. Knew it too.”

You bat your lashes at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He puts the bottle down, then comes to stand before you. His crotch is right at eye level and it’s hard not to stare at the bulge. “Got the head of a dirty old man all twisted.”

You can’t help but clench your thighs. He sees the movement, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

“So what’d he do?” you ask.

Syverson kneels before you, big hands on your knees, pushing them apart. It makes your skirt ride up a bit more, revealing that you’re not wearing any panties. His eyes darken at the sight.

Everything tags: @maladaptive-ninja-returns​ @castielscaplan

I should wait with answering until tomorrow, but I can't find rest. So.

My pride and joy is my relatively old fic "Mission abroad" that technically is a prt of my huge series "Inhuman" but didn't survive the cut.

I'm proud of this fic because of the research that went into it (location, combat etc) but also because of the way I managed to get into consequences of a first mission.

It's not perfect. Far from. But it has everything: background, action, angst, comfort, smut. (Yeah, it's a long fic on its own)

FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen AU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: You have a surprise that you decide to employ in your own dirty plans.

CONTENT: Spying/stalking of roomie, nudity, smut (masturbation, fantasizing, P in V, mating press).

A/N: Won’t get a chance to post at all tomorrow, so posting now. For the 10th of June and the jukebox challenge, we had Pink Pony Club – Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”...BUT I replaced it so enjoy a smutty drabble inspired by I Touch Myself – Divinyls / “I don't want anybody else”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

When I think about you...

You should have been shocked when you found out your roomie, Sukuna, was spying on you...but it’s kind of hard to be mad at someone for doing what you yourself are attempting. So, erasing all evidence that you’d found out, you adjusted the plan.

That’s why you’re more vocal nowadays, moaning and huffing as you’ve cranked the vibrator to max even though Sukuna is right on the other side of the wall. That’s why you whimper his name as he turns down the volume of his stereo.

“’Kuna!”

It’s almost pathetic how close you are to cumming with him in mind, but you can’t help it. You’d do things for him that feminism would find questionable, and right now you’re imagining him running his fat cockhead through your folds, your juices drenching his shaft and dripping down to the balls as he prepares to fill you. Big hands pinning you in place.

This is the sixth evening in a row of you tormenting the guy.

There’s a knock on the door, making you smirk.

“Either tone it down or let me in on the fun,” Sukuna growls from the other side.

“Come fuck me, ‘Kuna,” you mewl.

It takes him one second to consider if he heard it right, then he’s in your room. Naked. Heavy cock already glistening at the tip with pre.

“Damn, was hoping you’d say that,” he grins as he stalks to you.

He slaps the toy aside, and slots his hips against the back of your thighs, your legs pressed to your chest and held there easily with one of his large arms.

“Remember,” he purrs, “you wanted me.”

FANDOM: The Losers.

PAIRING/STARRING: Jake Jensen x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: Lazying at the pool can also be eventful.

CONTENT: Dorky flirting, first and second kiss.

A/N: The 7th of June brings us Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

Jump right in

“Ouch ah eek oof ouch!”

Jake’s practically tap-dancing bare feet over the sun-baked tiles before launching into the pool. Moments later, he erupts like a breaching whale near where you’re sitting with the feet dangling over the edge.

“Come join me!” he grins, wiping water off his glasses without success.

Shaking your head at his efforts, you hold a hand out. “Here. You should’ve taken them off.”

“I wouldn’t be able to see you so well,” he worries.

He always flirts with you. Normally, you roll your eyes at it but really like it because Jake’s cute. No. He’s more than cute. He’s amazing. Sure, he talks a lot, but the sound of his voice is nice.

“Then you just have to be closer,” you suggest.

“I’d have to be real close.”

He slips off the glasses and steps over to give them to you.

“Yeah, how horrible,” you drawl, voice laden with sarcasm.

You should’ve known it would only spur him on. Maybe that was your plan. You’re not sure and you can’t think that far anymore when his large hands land on your knees, pushing them apart so he can step in between.

“I’d have to be this close to see,” he mumbles, stretching up a bit.

“I know you like what you see,” you whisper, heart fluttering and the glasses in your hand forgotten.

“Uhuh.” He confirms, leaning closer. “Can I?”

You nod and he kisses you. It’s quick but solid. Mouths smushed and the tip of his tongue caressing the seam of your lips as if to taste you before he pulls back.

“I’d have to be that close,” he gasps, slightly cross-eyed.

“Might have to insist on you never wearing your glasses, then. Like them, though.”

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FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen AU.

PAIRING/STARRING: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 300.

SUMMARY: You have a surprise that you decide to employ in your own dirty plans.

CONTENT: Spying/stalking of roomie, nudity, smut (masturbation, fantasizing, P in V, mating press).

A/N: Won’t get a chance to post at all tomorrow, so posting now. For the 10th of June and the jukebox challenge, we had Pink Pony Club – Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”...BUT I replaced it so enjoy a smutty drabble inspired by I Touch Myself – Divinyls / “I don't want anybody else”. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.

When I think about you...

You should have been shocked when you found out your roomie, Sukuna, was spying on you...but it’s kind of hard to be mad at someone for doing what you yourself are attempting. So, erasing all evidence that you’d found out, you adjusted the plan.

That’s why you’re more vocal nowadays, moaning and huffing as you’ve cranked the vibrator to max even though Sukuna is right on the other side of the wall. That’s why you whimper his name as he turns down the volume of his stereo.

“’Kuna!”

It’s almost pathetic how close you are to cumming with him in mind, but you can’t help it. You’d do things for him that feminism would find questionable, and right now you’re imagining him running his fat cockhead through your folds, your juices drenching his shaft and dripping down to the balls as he prepares to fill you. Big hands pinning you in place.

This is the sixth evening in a row of you tormenting the guy.

There’s a knock on the door, making you smirk.

“Either tone it down or let me in on the fun,” Sukuna growls from the other side.

“Come fuck me, ‘Kuna,” you mewl.

It takes him one second to consider if he heard it right, then he’s in your room. Naked. Heavy cock already glistening at the tip with pre.

“Damn, was hoping you’d say that,” he grins as he stalks to you.

He slaps the toy aside, and slots his hips against the back of your thighs, your legs pressed to your chest and held there easily with one of his large arms.

“Remember,” he purrs, “you wanted me.”

Everything tags: @maladaptive-ninja-returns​ @castielscaplan

Anime: @eleniblue

Smut: @rasco-emily