Fast And Furious Masterlist

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?"

I got the idea from of this.

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Title~ cold nights and jackets

@xstarkillerx

It is a chilly night in L.A. The chilly win made me regret not bringing a jacket. J told me to bring one or to wear a longer shirt, but I said I would be okay without one, and now I’m paying the price.

I turned my attention to everyone as they laughed at something Letty said as we waited for the “race” to begin. All because of Roma’s big mouth, he said something to Dom and now they are racing to see who is better.

“Hey, sweets.” I turned to Jakob who was standing behind me. “I thought i told you it was going to be cold.” He said smirking at me. “Yeah well I’m not cold.” I smirked too and then turned around, as soon as I did I felt a jacket on me, and Jakob’s arms around me.

“Thanks, my love. But won’t you be cold now?” I asked kissing his jaw as he moved to lay his head on my shoulder. “Always, and no.” He said kissing my cheek as we watched as Dom won like always.

DANTE REYES + fashion

I know the black is very slimming and very scary, but the pastels, you know, they're in-season. I feel like it tones down the masculinity a little bit, which we all need these days.

Little Red Riding Hood

Connor Slaughter x Human!Reader request: no gif credits: @vivienvalentino divider credits: @firefly-graphics @arcielee Summary: Connor Slaughter is the only pure werewolf living in Lupine Ridge. Y/n is the only member of the town who isn't afraid of him, so Connor tries his luck with his Little Red Riding Hood. Warnings: 18+, MDNI, manhandling, first time, loss of virginity, rough sex, breath play, breeding kink, chasing, Connor howling, marking, mating, praise kink, Connor likes to be called 'big bad wolf', red riding hood references, licking, edging, Connor in himself is a warning, semi-public outdoor sex, claiming, grinding, oral {f receiving}, Connor is gentle afterwards, sweet cliffhanger (sorry loves) Word Count: 3.7k Disclaimer: I don't own Wolves 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 Hungry like the Wolf - Duran Duran & Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions

jason momoa dt list : @jakobtorettoworld

Werewolves, perhaps more known to more sophisticated folk as Lycanthropes, were said to change from their human form on every full moon into a wolf hybrid-like creature. Terrifying stories tell how they would give in to the beast within to hunt and eat humans, spreading fear and terrorising folk. Their deafening howls would echo through the air, sending a rippling chill through even the bravest of men. There were two types of werewolves: purebreds, born with werewolf blood, and mutts, those who are bitten. Lupine Ridge was run by Connor Slaughter, the last of his bloodline of purebred werewolves surrounded by his loyal, often at times rowdy and savage mutts who do his bidding. Being the Alpha wolf, Connor asserts his dominance over the whole pack and the townspeople who are too afraid to cross him. One night, he and the loud pack gathered at the bar; he situated himself at his table, his camel-leathered vest fitted over his cream long-sleeved shirt.

Part of his hair was loosely tied in a bun, his brown locks brushing his shoulders, with tints of blonde streaking through. His eyes rolled in annoyance at hearing the pack argue with each other at the pool table. His fingers drummed on the timber; the Alpha wolf bounced his leg as he hurriedly downed his drink and left the bar. Looking up to the sky, it was a clear night, with stars scattered over the velvet sky and the moon shining bright even though it wasn’t a full moon. Connor snarled his teeth, baring in frustration, punching the tree, his fist splitting the trunk in half. His strength heightened with his building rut that was coursing through his veins. Connor’s jaw clenched as he ran through the woods, growling as he caught her scent in the wind. Grinning, Connor threw his head back and howled into the air; the guttural sound reached the edge of the forest, where a woman shot up from her bed as she breathed heavily, a mix of fear and excitement blooming through her sleepy mind and body. 

My body is burning, it starts to shout. Desire is coming, it breaks out loud. Lust is in cages 'til storm breaks loose. Just have to make it with someone I choose. The night is calling, I have to go. The wolf is hungry, he runs the show. He's licking his lips, he's ready to win. On the hunt tonight for love at first sting.

Y/n wrapped herself in a loose flannel shirt covering her body and coming to the top of her thighs, she stepped outside. It was summer, so the heatwave coming through Lupine Ridge made the nights humid, but still, Y/n felt a slight chill come over her body as she stepped down her porch, looking around in the open field and towards the woods. Biting her lip, she heard a distant howl and a smile appeared on her lips. She knew all too well who it belonged to; she was never afraid of Connor or his pack, unlike the rest of Lupine Ridge. That’s what intrigued Connor about Y/n whilst everyone cowered before him; she found herself drawn to him. To the wolf. Connor had laid claim on Y/n the moment he saw her, not that she knew that she didn’t think Connor saw her in any way aside from just maybe a friend was a stretch too far; perhaps acquaintance is more of a suited term. Admiring him from afar, Y/n lost track of how many nights she spent thinking about him—his voice—imagining his hands caressing her body, feeling the heat radiating onto hers while he had his way with her. But that’s all she could do was imagine. But tonight, bravery took over her as she treaded through the woods, her feet carrying her deeper in, quickly losing her way from where she came from. Hearing distant branches snapping and howls, Y/n released a shaky breath; she hugged herself, licking her lips, freezing when a low growl rumbled in the dark. The tiny slithers of moonlight were not enough for her to see what lay ahead or behind her. Casting her eyes down to the ground, she closed them and steadied her breathing. “Connor” She spoke out, swallowing nervously. Another growl came from in front of her. Y/n tilted her head, ran her fingers through her hair, and saw a figure move in the shadows. 

“I believe in the fairytale Little Red Riding Hood didn’t go into the woods in the dark covers of night.” Connor’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine, his gold eyes flickering in the light. Stepping out slightly for her to see him, Y/n felt her breath hitch in her throat. Fluttering her lashes softly, she fiddled with the ends of her flannel. “That’s because she was a little girl, but I’m a grown woman who doesn’t mind the dark.” She stepped forward, coming closer to Connor. Connor snarled; he could smell the arousal on her skin, and he could hear the thumping of her heart as she approached him.

“I think about him every night.” She whispered, her hands sliding up his chest; the alpha nudged his head against hers. “Hmm.” Connor smiled, his hands pushing her against the tree, pressing his body to hers, firmly burying his face in her neck Y/n let out a moan, her hands gripping his sleeves tightly. “I think about him having his way with me. Doing whatever he wanted, however, he wanted.” Y/n panted breathlessly as Connor grunted, pulling away his gold eyes blown with lust, his nose brushing Y/n’s. “All you have to do is ask me sweetheart. I want you too.” He breathed heavily, the warmth of his breath fanning over her face. Y/n’s hands slid up his shoulders and neck and tangled into his loose hair strands. “This Red Riding Hood wants the Big Bad Wolf to claim her as his own” She murmured, her lips ghosting over Connor’s; the alpha’s lips curled, his eyes shining, a wide grin spread over his face. “The Big Bad Wolf, huh? I like the sound of that. Why don’t we play a game?” He purred, his nose trailing along her cheek, leaning to whisper in her ear, “You run as fast as you can, and see if you try to make it back to your house without me catching you” He growled deeply his body rutting into hers as she gasped her eyes wide with excitement, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Connor’s eyes danced over her body he titled his head “Run” he winked Y/n smirked and began running Connor flexed his hands and took in a deep breath before releasing a roaring howl. Y/n looked behind her and saw Connor wasn’t standing in his spot any longer giggling to herself, Y/n continued running. The thrill of the chase made her blood pump in her ears as she tried to remember the way back to her house. Of course, Connor would know, but he wanted to play the game as much as she did. 

Hearing the distant sounds of foliage breaking, barks and growls echoing through the woods, Y/n knew Connor was not far behind. Hiding behind a tree to catch her breath, the sound of Connor’s footsteps getting closer. Peeking her head out, she couldn’t see him anywhere. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t see her picking up her feet. She began to run again, climbing over fallen trees, her flannel falling down her shoulders with each step. Coming to a halt, she looked around, analysing where to go; she knew there was a clearing, but she couldn’t remember where it was precisely. Taking a chance, she left and hoped she might find the clearing or even her house. She didn’t fancy getting lost in the woods, even if Connor would get her out. “Keep running, Little Red, don’t give up so easily” Hearing his voice surround her, a playful chill ran through her, and the faintest giggle escaped.

Y/n kept running as fast and long as her feet could carry her. Hiding behind a tree, she heard the foliage snapping in the distance. Peeking her head out, she saw Connor’s silhouette in the dark, stalking his prey. Bending down to his knees, he hand reached down to pick up a ripped piece of her flannel. Y/n looked down, noticing the bottom was indeed ripped; sighing inaudibly at herself, she licked her lips before darting off again. Connor’s head snapped up, his grin spreading wide, gold eyes sparked, watching her run before pursuing her in another chase. This time, his speed was no match for her to escape. Connor caught her from behind, falling to the earth beneath Y/n gasped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp; she crawled away, her hands desperately trying to grab something to pull her away. Connor snarled, his strength pinning her down and rolling her onto her back. His large hands were on either side of her head, trapping her. “Caught you; wasn’t much of a chase” He clicked his tongue, and Y/n laughed. “I let you catch me” She answered. Connor rolled his hips onto Y/n’s body; letting out a whimper, she arched her back towards the Alpha, feeling his body heat meld together with hers. “Connor” A breathy sigh left her mouth.

Connor covered her body, rubbing his scent over her, marking her as his. Connor tongue licked up her up her cheek, his heavy pants hitting her face in warm waves. Y/n’s hands worked underneath his shirt, feeling his hot skin contract from her touch. Her fingers trailed down to his belt, tugging it. Connor pulled away, looking down between with a smirk, his hand loosely wrapped around her neck; his mouth met hers in a rough kiss. Connor’s thrusts turned harder as he unbuttoned her flannel. Connor left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her neck and chest—a clash of teeth and tongue littering marks over her soft flesh. “Little Red Riding Hood has gone quiet on me, hmm?” Connor teased with a chuckle. Y/n moaned loudly, her hands tangling in his hair, spreading her legs further apart. “Don’t worry, baby, the Big Bad Wolf is going to take care of you” He breathed, licking a broad stripe up her sternum and kissing her navel Y/n gasped sharply at the sensation of his tongue roaming her body. 

In touch with the ground. I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd. And I'm hungry like the wolf

“Connor, please need you” Y/n cast her eyes down to the wolf, his hungry gaze penetrating her core. “Didn’t think you’d be into outdoor sex, little red” Connor raised his scarred brow, biting her inner thighs and shaking his head playfully like a wolf. “I just might be if someone keeps taking his time and doesn’t fuck me like he promised he would” Y/n gritted her teeth. Connor mock gasped, hands holding her hips down on the ground. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Connor stood, pulling Y/n by her arms and sweeping her bridal style in his arms, carrying her through the woods. She internally scolded herself, seeing she was not far from her home before Connor caught her. “See, you weren’t far, and you gave up so quickly.” Connor laughed, kicking the door open roughly and knocking it off the hinges. “CONNOR SLAUGHTER!” Y/n slapped his chest. The wolf coughed lightly at the force, and a shit-eating grin spread. “Don’t worry, little red, no one will be breaking in. Not while I’m around.” Connor told her to adjust her position so he could hold her up under her legs. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, her flannel slipping down her shoulders, revealing her bare skin to his eyes. “Bedroom?” He murmured against her lips Y/n closed her eyes, breathing in his musk-woody scent. “Down the hall” She replied. Connor kissed her passionately, treading through the hall and closing her bedroom door with his boot. 

Connor slowly removed Y/n’s flannel, throwing it onto the floor, climbing onto the bed, and pining Y/n beneath him. Removing his leather vest off his body, Connor sat back on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and undoing his hair from its confines. Y/n felt the air leave her lungs, admiring Connor’s tan torso bared to her vision. Her fingers traced the toned muscles. Connor watched silently, letting her have her moment, his fingers tilting her chin and looking into her eyes. The swirl of love and lust filled her eyes, and his lips twitched in a wolfish smile. “Lay back, little red, before the Big Bad Wolf takes you; he wants to make sure you're nice and ready for him” Connor purred, burying his face in her hair, a low moan forming in his throat. Y/n felt a shiver run through her back. The cool sheets relieved her heated skin as she fell back on the bed. Connor swiped his tongue over her skin, followed by blowing some air, her body shuddering, back arched slightly.

Connor grinned; his fingers looped around her lace panties and ripped them off. Her glistening pussy made his chest heave, his mouth watering at the sight. Y/n rested her back on the headboard, her legs spread as Connor lay on his stomach, his fingers raking through his hair. Releasing a breathless moan, he dived in between her legs with a carnal desire. A strangled moan bubbled in Y/n’s mouth, raking her fingers and gripping Connor’s hair tightly. Growling into her core, Connor licked, bit and sucked how a wolf would devour his meal. Rough and no mercy. His brute hands held her hips and ass with an animalist grip so tight bruises would form on Y/n’s perfect skin tomorrow—another stake of a claim for the Alpha wolf.

Connor had Y/n screaming and moaning so much her voice was becoming hoarse. It felt like he had only been between her legs for a few minutes, but Y/n looked at her bedside clock. Connor had been feasting upon her for nearly thirty minutes, dragging out her orgasm much to his delight. “Connor, please. I want-” Y/n tried to speak between her broken sobs as Connor let out a guttural sound. A light slap on her ass made her jolt. The wolf’s eyes pierced into her, and a chill rang through the air; the intensity in his gaze told her what he didn’t speak in words. ‘Be patient’ before continuing his work. Y/n threw her head back on the headboard, her other hand joining in his hair, riding his face roughly, trying to bring her peak closer. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat.

Connor’s back muscles flexed with each stroke of movement he made. “Love your mouth, Alpha,” She praised, a sharp gasp emitting from her lips and drool forming in the corner of her mouth. Connor smiled into her pussy, a sense of pride filling his chest. Damn right, you do little red. Deciding to take mercy on his little red, Connor sucked her clip, swiping his tongue from her entrance to her clit and moaned the vibration, making her come undone. Letting out a cry, Connor lapped her arousal greedily Y/n’s body convulsed in pleasure, the aftershocks flowing through her as Connor kissed up towards her neck, biting down softly at the pulse point. His heavy breathing fanned her cheek; his lips found hers in the hungry kiss. A satisfied moan filled the kiss Y/n pulled away, panting softly. “You did so well for me, little red; think you’re ready for the Alpha now? Ready for him to claim you as his?” He cooed, his thumb tracing her bottom lip Y/n nodded eagerly. “I need the Big Bad Wolf to take me. Make me his and show me off to all of the pack who fucks me til I can’t walk.” Y/n begged.

Connor chuckled, his mouth grazing hers. “Such a desperate little red riding hood. Gonna fuck you full, so you’ll be pregnant with my pups. Want that, sweetheart?” He stood from the bed, unbuckling his belt Y/n bit her lip with a nod and whine. The sound made his cock twitch as he swiftly pulled off his jeans, crawling back on top, fisting his cock a few times before wrapping her legs around his waist. Connor grinned wildly, one hand gripping the head and the other lining himself at her entrance. Entering in one swift, hard thrust, Y/n choked a sob at the intrusion of Connor’s large size, filling her cervix in one motion. “Fuck Y/n, baby, you’re so tight. Taking your Alpha so well.” Y/n wriggled her body underneath to match his brute thrusts. This is what she wanted, what she asked for. For Connor to take her rough, not to be gentle, she craved him for so long she just wanted to be surrounded by him—his smell—His touch—Him. 

So give her inches and feed her well. More days to come, new places to go. I've got to leave, it's time for a show. Here I am.

Rock you like a Hurricane. Here I am. Rock you like a Hurricane

Y/n wrapped her arms underneath his arms and over his shoulders, pulling him closer. I need him closer. The sliding of his body on hers made the room filled with rough skin, slapping the scent of sex thick in the air. Y/n’s pussy soaked his cock with each stretch of his cock inside her, her virgin walls accommodating him like she was made for him. Connor hissed above her, his eyes closed tightly, his teeth bared, feeling her clench around him each time he hit her sweet spot. “Alpha! Wanna cum again, please?” She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Connor’s tongue swiped her bottom lip, the bridge of his nose nudging hers. “Cum for me, Y/n; come on, sweetheart” He pulled out and drilled back inside her pounding her body into the mattress underneath. Y/n’s babbles of moans, and whimpers crescendoed into a yelp as she came around his cock, her walls fluttering as Connor felt his rut take over him. His body convulsed sharply. Shaking his head, he let out a carnal growl, his eyes blown wide, his cock ramming into her with inhuman power. The mix of pain and pleasure filled Y/n as she felt sweat bead on her hairline, her doe eyes watching Connor the wolf staring back at her.

“Been so good for me, taking me so well. Going to fill you up, make you feel me for days you won’t be able to move.” He grunted with each violent thrust. Y/n’s cervix contracted around his cock at the thought of being filled, earning a hearty laugh from her Alpha. “Claim me, Connor.” She moaned breathlessly. Connor felt his knot coming to its peak; he kissed her jaw, trailing down her neck and licking over her pulse. Holding in a tight grip, he mouthed at her pulse; he changed the angle of his hips and thrust harder, biting down on her neck—his final mark. Connor fucked Y/n through his knot as he came inside her, ropes of cum filling her womb as he continued to ride out his peak. Y/n clutched onto his body tightly, ecstasy flooding her senses. The pain and pleasure meld together. Connor slowly pulled away from her neck, his tongue lapping at the bite gently, the coppery taste filling his mouth as he looked at the mark. A pleased hum filled his throat; he tore his eyes away and found Y/n’s closed. Connor’s hips bucked a couple more times before halting, and a strangled moan fell from his mouth. “Fucking hell” He laid his head on Y/n’s, his fingers brushing the loose strands of hair from her face. ‘I’m afraid I won’t be able to uh…remove myself until the knot, you know” He makes a face of deflation Y/n giggles softly with a nod. “I don’t mind it, as long as you stay with me” She whispered. Connor rubbed his cheek on hers, their blissed smiles mirroring each other. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere—you’re my Omega now. You’re my priority and always have been since I laid eyes on you. You were mine; I just had to wait for you to signal me.” Connor purred. The glow in his gold eyes made Y/n’s heart skip a beat; she raked her fingers down his chest. “And it hasn’t been easy when those mutts have been trying to put a stake on you, too.” Connor continued with a heavy sigh Y/n smiled at her Alpha. “What would have made them think I chose them over the Big Bad Wolf Connory Slaughter?” She asked, kissing his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw, feeling the softness of his beard tickle her skin. “Yeah, a bunch of fucking idiots if they think they had a chance with you over me, huh?” He laughed.

The following morning, Connor sauntered through Lupine Ridge with a broad smile. His absence for two weeks was strange; everyone hadn’t seen or spoken to him since he left the bar that night. Kicking the bar door open with his foot, the sunlight flooded through around his significant figure as the patrons and his pack looked in curiosity. Swinging around, Connor wrapped his arms around Y/n, carrying her in her legs wrapped around his waist. Dropping Y/n to her feet, he spun her to face his pack; sweeping her hair to the side, he grinned. “See this, you mutts, she’s mine. I claimed her, and I claimed her really fucking well, so keep hands and words about my little red to yourselves. And well, I won’t chase you down and kill you myself. I am glad we have established that” He laughed loudly, sweeping Y/n in his arms again as she squealed, kicking her legs in a fit of laughter. Leaving the bar, Connor took in a deep breath. “Oh, what a great day to shove into people’s faces about me claiming the most beautiful girl in Lupine Ridge, huh? It doesn’t get much better than this.” He cheered, letting out a howl and a chorus of whooping sounds. Y/n cleared her throat with a smile. Connor turned his body to face her with a tilt of his head, and Y/n’s hands were on her belly.

“There just might be something that could make this a little better.”

DANTE REYES + dancing while causing absolute mayhem

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo | free choice

Dante referring to Jakob as "Uncle Muscle"

…I mean he's not wrong 😏

new photos of John 😍

he's aging beautifully 💖

Jakob Toretto 🤤🤤🤤

My main complaint about the Barbie movie is that John Cena didn't get enough screen time.

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.