#dark!jake jensen

[babyjakes]

mess of a lesson.

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (two daddies!!!!). uhh, jakey and ari are definitely MAKING her piss/cum so,, dark/non/dubcon perhaps. holding down/restraining. fingering. clit play. anal play/fingering. forced orgasm. squirting+++. watersports: forced wetting (DUH!!!!). so much mocking/degradation holy shit. petnames. praise.

word count | 1,090

dedication | this fic is dedicated to my angel my bby my sweetie pie ms. @brandycranby, ily my fellow piss enthusiast <33

an | absolutely no one asked for this but. here are my favorite soft daddies acting out my deepest darkest fantasy with sweet little reader, i have been dying to write this smutty trio for soooo long (this is a similar matchup/dynamic to daddy!ari, caregiver!jakey, and wren in egem) and at this point fuck it, here you all go. hope this'll help you understand why i'm down so fucking bad for these guys.

"No Daddy— please!" You can't tell who your words are directed at as you writhe weakly against Ari's strong set of arms as they hold you firmly with your back against his chest. As much as you struggle, there's no getting out for you as he restrains you on his lap.

"Easy, baby. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the brown-haired man hums, managing to hold you securely against him with just a single arm wrapped around your waist. "Quit fighting us, honey. C'mon, be a good girl."

"Oh sweetie," your other daddy murmurs as he sits in front of you. Jake's expression is much softer than his partner's, his gaze full of concern and sympathy as he reaches out and strokes your cheek. "Don't cry, pretty girl. We're gonna take such good care of you, right Ari?" he checks in with the larger man who's guiding your legs apart, holding them open with his own.

"Nooo!" you whine as your flimsy little tennis skirt is flipped up and out of the way. Jake takes a gentle hand and runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy, nodding expectingly as a dark wet patch soon appears.

"Our poor little baby, she knows what's coming," Ari murmurs against your ear as he reaches his free hand down to join Jake's. "Seems like she's getting excited, Jake. What do you think?"

"Think you must be right," Jake agrees as he reaches down, effortlessly ripping the thin strip of fabric covering your burning heat in half. "There," he coos, using both hands to spread you out nice and wide. "Go ahead," he nods to Ari, "let's help our little girl go potty, hmm? Since she can't seem to know when she needs to, herself."

Ari lets out a low, grumbly hum in agreement as his expert fingers find your pool of juices, dragging up some of your slick to hone in on your little bundle of nerves. "There," he smiles as you jerk against both of the men's ministrations. "Keep holding her open for me, Jake. Just like that, shouldn't be long..."

The tips of his fingers burn against your throbbing button as big tears roll down your cheeks. "Don't cry, sweetheart. You asked for this, remember? How many times did we ask if you had to go before we left?" the sterner man demands. Jake watches with his brow raised, thankful that Ari is willing to be firm with you when needed.

"A-... a-... a-a lot, Daddy," you stammer apologetically.

"Mhmm," Ari nods as Jake repositions his hands, giving the man behind you the best possible access to your aching clit, and the best possible view of your soaking cunt to himself. "And only ten minutes into the drive, we had to turn right back around, because someone started crying about having to go potty. Is that right, angel?" he continues his cruel lecturing. You nod, groaning and whimpering as a familiar tightness begins building somewhere deep in your core. "So this is what you get, princess. You know the rules. Naughty little girls who don't go potty when they're supposed to need to be punished."

"That's right," Jake coos regretfully as he shifts to hold the hood of your clit back with one hand, using the other to gently begin prodding at your tiny rosebud as your wetness drips down between your spread cheeks. "This is just to help you learn, sweet thing. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for us, hm? Be a good girl for your daddies, give them what they want?"

"I don't think she has much of a choice," Ari chuckles as he feels your breaths deepening against him. "Look at her, poor little thing. Her tummy's so full, I bet if we just..." You let out a startled squeak as he moves his arm down to press his muscular forearm right against your aching bladder.

"Nooo Daddy! Please, s-stop!" you howl, but Ari only kisses the side of your head as he rubs your clit in faster, tighter circles, watching over your shoulder as Jake presses a single finger into your tight little bottom.

"C'mon cutie, don't fight us," Jake smiles reassuringly as he gently works his digit against your sensitive inner walls, the burning sensation the movement creates nearly unbearable. "Be good and cum for your daddies. What do you think, Ari? Looks like she's almost there."

"Just a little more, right there," Ari sings as he rolls your hardened clit between his fingers, his sadistic grin growing as he sees you nearing the end of your rope. "There it is. Now cum for us, little girl," his voice darkens. At his words, you snap, your back arching off of Ari's chest as you're forced to release against the cruel hands of your torturers. "There you go, baby. Keep cumming. Fuck, this bitch is really making a mess," he laughs.

"There, that's it," Jake croons after him, both of the men completely mesmerized by the sight of you pissing yourself and orgasming at the same time. "Poor baby girl, was holding in sooo much in that sweet little tummy of hers. It just keeps coming and coming, huh?"

"Sure does," Ari agrees as your contractions finally begin to die down, leaving you a whimpering, breathless mess as you lie limply against your daddy out of pure exhaustion. Once the last of the spasming ceases, Ari brings his hand up to brush your hair back from your face, loosening his arm around you to take pressure off your emptied bladder. "Good girl," he soothes, kissing you again against your temple.

You wince as Jake removes his finger from you, using his other hand to reach up and rub your poor little tummy under your shirt. "Easy, cutie. You're okay; you did it, sweetie! You were so good, such a good girl for your daddies."

"Such a brave girl," Ari agrees, sharing a smile and loving glance with Jake. "She's getting better at it each time. Less fighting and tears, she knows what's best. Don't you, baby?" You nod obediently, earning a pleased hum of approval from both of the men.

"Now let's go get you cleaned off, huh sweetheart?" Jake suggests as Ari slowly helps you to your feet. Your legs tremble beneath you as you look down at the puddle on the floor. "Don't worry about that, baby. We'll get it cleaned up. I think your clothes might need a run in the wash, though. What do you say?"

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[navybrat817]

😈 - Send something a little dark about a fictional character

I am firm in the belief that Jake Jensen has set up hidden cameras in your apartment. You're his best friend - although he'd love to be more - and so it's for your safety. Purely for security reasons. The one in your bathroom? I'm sure he has a good, security, safety reason for it being there.

Should he be ashamed? Maybe. Is he ashamed? A little. Is he going to tell you, or get rid of them? Hell, no!

OOF. And that's a very good oof because dark!Jake is my JAM. Spread that shit on some bread and let me sink my teeth in, please. And BEST FRIEND at that?

Jake is the friend always there for you when the new guys that come into your life quickly bail. You don't understand. There has to be something wrong with you. Jake assures you that those guys are idiots for not giving you a chance.

And they are idiots. Not good enough for you. If they were good guys, how did he find dirt on them so easily? How did he chase them off with mere threats ? Untraceable, of course, because Jake is smart guy. A good guy.

That's why he watches you.

At least, that's what he tells himself when he has his hand wrapped around his cock, moaning as he watches the drops of water glide down your body throat the camera. He wonders just how sweet your skin tastes. Probably like honey between your thighs. And he loves to imagine the sounds you'll make when he splits you open, your cries echoing off the walls.

And moaning his name when he fills you up.

But he has to keep an eye on you. For your safety. That's why he can't get rid of them. Even when he makes you his girl, because you will be his girl, he'll keep the cameras there.

Not only is it for your safety, the camera loves you.

You're forever the star in his private movies.

And it's time for him to star in them with you.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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[onsunnyside]

Mean Jake hensen with a dummy prude crybaby reader

Like her family is super conservat8ve but they let her date jake because they thi k he is harmless but what they dont know is that he is pouding they daughter in the classroom

Jake deserves more love

they think he's such a good guy, a great influence on their daughter who will help her navigate her new college. he's fooled them with his charm and his bright smile, he's got good grades, a good family, and a good future ahead of him, what harm could he do? they don't know he's slowly corrupting their daughter, sneaking into your bedroom to touch you, gagging you so you wouldn't wake them up. he introduces you to all the kinks: daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, spit kink, breeding kink, cum kink, and the list goes on. he pushes the boundaries, touching you under the blanket during movie night, fucking you in his car in the driveway, and demanding you don't wear panties so he has easy access 🫣 "That's it, give daddy those pretty tears. Love it when you're a dumb, little crybaby."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Apple of his Eye

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, age gap, drugging, somniphilia, hints of petplay, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your life on campus is a dream until you meet a overly helpful tech. (plus sized reader)

Characters: Jake Jensen

A note on reader characters:

For clarity,  each reader will have a defined nickname when appearing in any installment not their own. So far, we have:

Book Smart: Tweed

Below Average: Flora

Overdue: Cookie

Straightlaced: Brownie

Heated: Teach

Note: So this is gonna cap off the ‘First Semester’ in our Campus AU. My plans are to have Ransom in the Second Semester and some non-Evans characters to round it out. Thanks to everyone for your encouragement and ideas to this point and going forward! This has been so much fun.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care. 💖

Rustic goldenrods and roasted amber carpet campus grounds as a crisp breeze stirs the tails of your long jacket. You welcome the dropping temperatures, leaving your buttons undone and your scarf dangling loosely down your front, a knitted frilly mess you did yourself, not quite what it’s meant to be. The unusual, the imperfect, never bothers you.

You can’t even be upset that your laptop’s a brick. A black screen unsolved by plugging in the cord you lost under your bed and a button that does nothing. You sigh, wistfully. You think of a stormy ocean and a rocking boat, your fingers fidgeting to get the feeling onto canvas.

No, you have a paper due. If it wasn’t for the dead laptop, you’d be hunkered down at your dorm typing and basking in the scent of Cookie’s baking. C’est la vie. It gives you a chance to enjoy the scenery.

You have to turn back as you reach the medical sciences building, you went too far. You finally get your bearings, with some help from a lanky boy who seems in a rush, and hop up the steps of the Student Support Centre. 

Inside, voices fill the space, tutors and their pupils, a row of techs behind a round desk typing away, the smell of coffee from the cafe booth stationed by the door.

You join the queue for IT Walk-Ins and distract yourself with the pamphlets set out on the counter, eyeing them. ‘Protect your PC; Antivirus and Firewalls’, ‘VPNs and Internet Safety’, ‘Cloud Storage; Never Lose Another Word’. You never understood computers very well, never got much into them, but you liked to watch your high school friend Selisha play her cooking simulator.

When your turn comes at the head of the snake cordoned off along the desk, you step up and the man who greets you seems vaguely familiar. Well, everyone seems familiar to you. You have a mind for faces but not a mind for names. 

“Hi,” you chirp, “my computer won’t start.”

“Hey,” he smiles. His spiky hair and peculiar facial hair does make him stand out. “How are you?”

“Great, but my computer,” you insist, “I don’t want to forget. I need to write a paper so I need to get it to wake up.”

He chuckles, “can I see it?”

“Oh, I guess that will help,” you lift the canvas bag you tossed the laptop in, hand-painted flowers stain the white fabric.

“Thanks,” he takes the bag and slides out your laptop, “you got the cord.”

“Oh, berries, I forgot it!” you exclaim and clap your hands, he lifts a brow at the gesture, still smiling.

“That’s okay, I got a bunch back here,” he disappears as he kneels to search behind the counter. He stands back up and guides a cord to your laptop, sticking it in the port. 

He hits the power button, several times then looks it over as he lifts it. You bounce on your feet.

“I hope you can save it,” you chew your lip.

“Um, I’ll do my best,” he looks at you over the top, “you don’t remember me?”

You shake your head and shrug, the smell of cinnamon teasing your nose. It makes you miss Cookie. You peek over at the cafe.

“Have you ever tried their cinnamon buns? They smell delicious?”

Another laugh. That’s usually the response you get. People are always so amused by you.

“I know your friend. Cookie?”

You face him again, “oh, she’s real sweet. I love her. So… the computer?”

“Well,” he adjusts his glasses, “can you give me a few hours to coax her awake? I think she just needs a soft touch.”

“A few hours?”

“Sure, I… I think so, things like these could take days but you can check back by closing and we’ll have a diagnosis at least. In the meanwhile, I’ll give you a ticket to get a loaner.”

“A loaner?”

“You see that desk,” he takes a pen out of a cup and points past you, “the hub? Go there, give them this and they’ll hook you up.”

He writes on a blue slip and hands it over. You take it and look it over. “Thank you.”

“For a pretty face like yours, I’ll get it done,” he winks.

You smile big. He seems nice enough. Not like the other techs talking in dull voices to the students, glaring at screens angrily.

“I’m going to get a cinnamon bun first,” you announce as you sweep away, “yummy yummy.”

You leave the counter and go over to the cafe nestled in the corner. A girl with curly hair passes with her nose in a coffee cup as you approach the till. You search your jacket for your coin purse and order a bun from the fresh batch.

“Thank you so much,” you take the dessert and bite into it as you turn back.

Where did you put the ticket? You let the but hang from your mouth and search for the blue slip, smearing the sweet glaze across it. You catch the bun and chew, your eyes drifting over as they meet another pair. Jensen waves at you as your gazes meet. You return the gesture before heading over to the hub.

📕

You're out of breath as you reach the doors of the IT Centre. You forgot. Again. You're only happy Cookie isn't there to say it aloud, or Flora to give you that mommish look. 

You burst through the doors and your rainbow converse squeak on the floor. It's nearly empty as your heavy gulps fill the silence. You suck in air and sweep over to the counter, a singular tech left behind; Jackson? 

As he turns to you, a brow raised, you see your error on the name tag pinned to his striped button up. J. Jensen. Hm.

"Hey, I didn't think you were coming back," he grins.

"I'm so sorry, I was staring at my lava lamp, thinking of the shapes and… I mean, I was working on my paper."

He doesn't remark on your rambling as he turns to look around, "well, good news is I figured it out. It's your battery."

"Oh? So… fixable?"

"Fixed," he confirms and puts down a paper, "just need you to sign here to finalise the repair."

"Oh, of course," you reach in your bag, searching for a pen as you sway. You pull out a long pen topped with a fluffy end as Jensen offers a plain bic.

You laugh as you wiggle the pen at him and step closer to look over the page. 'Replacement Battery $170'.

"Oh?" You bat your lashes at him, "do I owe you–"

"It's on the house," he waves away your concern, "college kids needa save their money."

"Oh, that's too nice but I have a credit card, just in case–"

"Save it for another just in case," he insists, "before I close up, you need anything transferred from the loaner? We wipe those once returned so."

Your mouth forms an O as you scribble across the line and slide the paper back.

"I… forget it in my dorm," you smack your forehead, "oh my gosh."

"That's fine," he peels off the back page and sets it on your laptop, "you take this and bring back the loaner tomorrow."

"Really?"

"I trust you," he assures you.

"Alright," you take your laptop and hug it. The stickers across the shell curl at the corners and catch on your jacket sleeves.

"Do one thing for me," he says.

"Mhmm," you nod.

"Take care of her," he points to the computer, "she's still fragile…" he leans against the counter and lowers his voice secretively, "I did a bit of a clean-up, you wanna be a bit more careful what you're clicking on in your email."

"Ah, oh, yeah, Flora says the same thing," you chirp, "well I should go. I gotta finish my paper."

"Uh," he looks disappointed, "sure, well, good night."

"Nighty night," you trill and spin away.

You skip to the doors and clatter against the handle, barely saving the laptop from falling. You carry on without looking back as you hear a stifled snort. As usual, it all just sorta turns out for you.

📕

Cookie offers to take back the loaner for you after you forget about it for a couple days. You let her as you're not sure you'll ever find the energy. A flashback of your childhood library fines briefly flags in your memory. 

Your paper gets sent off before the deadline and you return to the canvas propped up beside your twin bed. Between classes and studying, you barely have enough time left to focus on your own creativity. You took art because you thought it would be simple. Well, nothing's ever as simple as you like.

Live painting is your favourite, the instructor is chill and vibrant. There's a warmth to him, not like those theory professors who assume you don't know the difference between abstract and modern styles. There's a lot of people who assume you don't know much of anything. 

Your laptop is open, blaring a playlist from Youtube. You don't pay too much attention to it as it lingers in the background as you focus on your paintbrush. You hope Cookie likes it. You told her the place needs some colour and it's the perfect size for the front room.

Your alarm goes off and signals your looming lecture. You have a million timers left, a suggestion from Cookie. She's smart and organized, your idea of order gets rather chaotic.

You wash your brushes and snatch up your bag. The music on your laptop stops before you can close it. A pop-up flashes, closes, then another pops up, then the whole screen goes black.

You hit the power button, the space bar, you shut it then open it. It's broken. Again. 

You huff and grab your phone. You don't have time to worry about it. You have a notebook.

You leave the computer on your night table and dig out your keys from the tray of random buttons, wrapped candies, and ribbons. For once, they're not lost in the couch or somewhere inexplicable. 

You race out as the time ticks down. You'll be late as always, just less than usual.

📕

The IT Centre is more crowded than before. Winter descends on campus over night as exams approach through the gloom. There's an air of panic but you feel fine. You never study for exams and you do just fine.

You wait in line, your headphones pushed back behind your ears so you can still hear the music but also the noises all around you. 

When you get to the front of the line, you go to the counter and plop your computer on the desk. You pull your headphones around your neck. The man behind the counter greets you in monotone, asking what the issue is.

"Bernard," another interrupts, "your break," Jensen nudges him, "I'll cover."

"Mm," the dark-haired tech grumbles, "sure."

Jensen takes over as he slides your computer closer, "didn't expect to see you so soon."

"You remember me?" You smile.

"Of course, it's been what? A week? Plus, how could I forget you?" He grins dopily as you sniff the air, the smell of baking drawing your gaze to the cafe stand. "So… what's going on?"

"Um," you turn back to him, "oh yeah, I was listening to music and it just… stopped."

"Hmm," he scratches his chin and looks over the laptop. 

He tries booting it up with no luck then plugs it in. Still no luck. He stretches another cord into the ethernet port and types on the flat keyboard of the computer next to him.

"Aha, here we go," he smiles as a glow comes from your computer, "just a bit of clean up to do."

"How long?"

"When do you need it?" He asks.

"Well, I don't know, I don't use it very much," you shrug, "I can just go to the library…" you think of the broken statue of Atlantis left in your stead.

"I can write you another ticket for a loaner–"

"No, no, it's okay," you insist, you don't want to put that on Cookie again, "I'll be okay."

"Alright, well," he sounds disappointed but you can't guess why, "I'll call you when it's ready."

"Sure, sounds good," you say as you dig out your wallet, "oooh, I love apple fritters."

"Wait," Jensen calls, "hey, you gotta sign off on this?"

You stop yourself from wandering away and turn back. "Oh, okay," you fish out your fluffy pen as he fills out a yellow form. 

He places it before you and you quickly scribble on the line, dropping the pen and walking away. You hate the old thing anyhow. You could always buy a new one.

📕

“It’s so quiet up here,” Cookie whispers as she sits and you look up from your doodling. 

You lean against Flora, who is tense with her intent studying, as Tweed chews her wool sleeve and fidgets. The girls are a welcome addition and you see more of them as Cookie invites them along to your movie nights and market lunches.

“And warm,” Tweed hugs herself, “private.”

“I like it,” Flora sneers, “no fuckheads to hound me.” 

Her anger makes you curious. It builds and builds and one day, it will spill over. She doesn’t listen when you tell her how toxic the energy is. No one really listens to you as they can only think of exams.

“Look,” you lift your pad and show the sketch of Flora, vulnerable and pensive, “I call it ‘Wrath’. It’s part of my series on the Seven Deadly Sins.”

“Jesus,” your subject frowns at her likeness.

Cookie tisks and gives you that look. You put the pad down and go back to adding a few last-minute touches, the heaters above blasting down furiously.

Cookie sits up as you flip to a new page and stretches her arms. She's tired. She's awake when you get out of bed and when you fall into it. You worry for her, she works too hard.

“Ugh, my neck,” she rubs the muscles beside her neck, “I’m gonna stretch my legs.”

“Don’t get lost,” you look up with a grin, “I feel a presence.”

Flora shakes her head in the way she does of all your comments as Tweed sinks down further. Cookie says Tweed is scared but of what, you don't know. You feel guilty realising your remark may not help that.

She purses her lips and wanders away. She disappears down and aisle as you return to your mindless scribbles, not doing much but wasting the page.

The silence enthralls the girls as they bow over facts they won't recall in a month. Cramming for exams full of useless trivia. Your deadly sins will be your capstone for live drawing, your theory and style classes will be decided on the whims of your brain.

Your eyes drift up to Cookie’s empty seat. How long has it been?

"Um," you wiggle your pencil at Flora and she sighs as she sits up to glower at you. You point to the chair beside Tweed.

"Where is she?" Flora asks as her anger drains to concern.

"She went that way…" you wave towards the books.

"Let's just go check," Flora stands, "she's been gone a while."

You stand, Tweed slowly rising as she untangles her legs. You have a bad feeling but you can't name it. Flora leads the charge through the aisle and walks up and down the rows.

She stops at the end, hands on her hips as she faces you, the mighty leader.

“She’s gotta be in the bathroom,” Flora says.

“Right,” you agree, “we’ll go check.”

“There isn’t one on this floor, it’s downstairs,” Tweed adds.

“Well, then we’ll go there,” Flora says, “come on.”

You nod and glance over at the storage closet. Where could she be? She would tell you if she was going far? Right?

You go with the girls to the stairwell, looking up and down the aisles along the way. You get to the next floor and find the bathrooms. Cookie isn't in there, just some fourth years chatting about their GPAs.

You huff and retreat back to the stairwell where the hush is firmly locked on the other side of the doors.

"We should ask a librarian," Tweed suggests, "they have cameras, right?"

"I don't understand," Flora crosses her arms.

Tweed squirms and clasps her hands. She looks terrified.

"I don't like the library," she whispers.

"Oh, come on," Flora throws up her hands, "let's go."

You follow her barreling steps down the stairs to the main floor. She strides over to the counter but it's empty. You glance around desperately. You see a familiar face.

"Oh wait, I know him," you bound forward as Jensen stands at the self-checkout, tapping on the screen in a window of cryptic text. "J…Jensen," you grasp his name from the air as you near him,  "hey, do you know the librarian?"

He's surprised as he turns to you, hand resting on the thin monitor. He looks behind you at Flora and Tweed and his brows draw together.

"Curtis, sure? I'm just here fixing this damn thing for him," he slaps the screen, "what's up?"

"We can't find Cookie, you remember her, right?"

"The one with the cupcakes, uh huh," his eyes flit back and forth.

"We were on the sixth floor and she went to stretch her legs," Flora explains, "then she was just gone. You got cameras, right? Check them."

He winces at her demands and looks at you. You fold your hands together, "please, Jensen."

He thinks and nods, "fine, but Curtis hates when I mess around with his stuff. Only when it's broken, you know?"

He leads you over to the desk and you walk parallel to him as he dips behind it. He stops at the computer and clicks around. His eyes scan the screen as it glares off his glasses. He rubs the patch of hair on his chin.

"Well, do you see anything?" Flora asks.

"The angles are… off, I can't see down the aisles."

"Then what's the point," Flora harrumphs, "I swear–"

"Here, I'll help you look," he offers as he stands straight, "I'm sure she's up there somewhere. Did you check the bathrooms?"

"The one on the fifth, yeah," Flora answers.

"Not the second one on the fifth?" He asks, "see…" he taps a map laminated on the counter, "there's two because the sixth doesn't have one."

"Shit," Flora spins and races away.

You struggle to keep up as she busts back through the doors. Jensen follows behind you up the stairs and you're huffing as you reach the fifth. He directs you towards the other aet of bathrooms and you hurry over. You wait outside as Flora goes in to check.

She comes out and shakes her head, "she's not there."

"Oh no, no, no, no," Tweed chants, "no."

"Check upstairs again?" Jensen suggests.

He turns and stops short as you walk into him. Flora and Tweed hover behind, "wait, there's Curt."

He waves to the librarian and weaves between the tables to reach him, "hey, these girls are looking for their friend. You know her, right?"

"Cookie," you say, "please."

"Haven't seen her," he shrugs and tilts his head until his neck cracks, "sorry."

Flora swears and Tweed covers her face, ready to cry. You hug the latter with one arm as she begins to shake.

"Tweed, it's okay, alright," Flora turns to her, softening, "let's go back upstairs and get our stuff. We should probably call the campus PD, too. Shit..." she can't help but revert to anger, "alright, let's go."

"Thanks," you say to Jensen and his friend as you usher Tweed past, "we're so sorry."

"We'll keep looking," Jensen promises as he gives a look to Curtis.

You attempt a smile and press on. You're really worried now. You trail Flora up the stairs as Tweed drags her feet, weeping into her sleeves, distraught.

As you pass the shelves and come back to the table, Flora stutter steps, "Cookie?"

Cookie sits at the table, her mouth hidden behind her fist as she leans on her elbow and stares at her notebook. Her eyes aren't moving before they flit up to Flora and the rest of you.

"Oh my god, we were looking all over," Flora rushes over, "what happened?"

"Sorry, guys, you must've missed me," her voice scratches and she lowers her eyes quickly, "I had to... use the ladies'."

She shifts in her chair and her throat constricts. She touches it subtly, her fingers lingering on one spot as she winces. You don't understand but you suppose there's a lot of people here. It's easy to miss a body.

But something's amiss. You look at Flora, she knows it too. Tweed is silent and still as she watches Cookie.

"Well, are you gonna study or stare?" she says, "jeez, let's end this semester."

You reluctantly sit around the table as Cookie ignores your glances. You look at your sketchpad and pick up your pencil. You peek up at your roommate as she bats her lashes and wiggles her nose. Perhaps, the virtues would a better subject than the sins.

📕

The call comes when you least expect it. You quickly pull on your coat over your oversized baby pink sweater with the daisies. Cookie's in the kitchen but there's no delicious smells comforting your wintertime malaise. She hasn't done much baking lately but you don't comment on it. She's stressed about exams, just like everyone else.

She looks over at you dully, a textbook open on the table. You smile.

"Hey, I gotta get my laptop," you announce giddily, "I forgot it was even gone."

"Wish I could do that," she drones, her eyes squinting, "wait, is it that guy? J... whatever?"

"Jensen, yeah."

"Curtis' friend..." she mumbles, "be careful."

"Be careful," you trill curiously, "oh Cookie, you're so sweet."

"I mean it," she looks you in the eye, "get your laptop and come home... we'll make smores."

"Ooo, yummy," you rub your hands together before swiping up your bag, "see ya."

"Mhmm," is her only response as you dig around for your keys and spin through the door.

You take your time crossing campus, the snow crunching pleasantly under your treads. The IT building is draped in white along the big arch and you take in the splendour of season. You climb the steps and enter the mostly empty lobby, it's closing hour and campus is eerily silent when exams come around.

The door shuts quietly behind you, some voices come low from the other side of the airy lobby. You see Jensen, his shoulder curled as he faces away from you. He rubs the back of his neck as another head peeks over his, a man about the same height, broader, with longer hair. The two of them are intent on a small pink chromebook.

"Dude, I'm telling you, it works." Jensen insists.

"You sure?" The other challenges.

"Yeah, I've tested it. She's what? A history major, she won't know to look for it in the programming. No cover--" he stops as the other man looks over his head and you smile and give an awkward wave.

"Sorry, I'm late," you giggle. You're used to the meaningless apology.

The stranger folds up the chromebook and takes it, tucking it under his arm, "I should go. She thinks I'm getting coffee."

"Alright," Jensen stands as he turns to watch the other man leave. You step aside as he passes.

"Sorry about that. Client," he smiles as he comes closer, you notice the furry top of your pen sticking out of his pocket. You must’ve left it there. "I got your computer all set up. I had to hand over the repair to Tanji so it took a little longer."

"Sure," you meet him at the desk, "do I owe you anything?"

"Easy fix, just... backed up is all," he shrugs, "we're even."

"Great," you grin as he places your silver laptop before you, "thanks. Oh, and thank you... at the library."

"Ah, you know, I'm always fixing things over there, what's one more?" He shrugs.

"Yeah, but you didn't have to help us," you take the laptop, "that was so sweet of you."

"Mmm," he nods and his fingers twiddle on the edge of the counter.

"I should... I should pay you back," you say, "my roommate loves to bake. I could bring you some cookies or... Or! I can paint you something. I also knit. And I can do pottery."

"That's so nice of you," he says, "really, I'm just doing my job."

"I know, I know, I'm just trying to... be more aware," you frown as you think of Cookie. And Tweed. Even Flora. You know there's something bothering them but you find it hard to ask. Sometimes, you get trapped in your own head. "Do you like anime?"

"I love anime," he brightens up, "oh, you know, I was thinking of starting this new one-- are you busy tonight? Wait, well, you got to study, I--"

"I'm supposed to make smores," you pout, "Cookie hasn't been baking, I don't want her to stop for good."

"Tomorrow," he says hopefully.

"My exam's late. Six to nine," you sway as you hug your laptop.

"I'll meet you. I'm closing so you could stop here and we can go to my place. If that's not too weird. I have a whole set-up. New sound system."

"Erm," you chew your lip. You know it's gotten a bit crowded since exams started, Cookie could use a night without your careless blathering. "Sure! Can I bring my stuffy?"

"Stuffy?" he squints.

"It's a stuffed narwhal. He's old. Like as old as me. His name is Murtaugh."

"Like Lethal Weapon?" he scoffs.

"Sort of, he looks grumpy so..."

"Sure, you and Murtaugh are bother welcome."

"Amazing. Cookie hates cartoons. I tell her, anime isn't the same but she doesn't listen. A lot of people don't listen to me, you know." You bob in place with excitement, "except you."

"Always," he assures and plays with the button of his shirt, "I mean, you're pretty interesting...to listen to?"

"Ha, you're too much," you sigh, "well, I gotta go! I love smores."

"I'm jealous," he says as you spin away, "don't stay up too late. I want to go through six episodes, at least."

"Six? That's nothing," you call back over your shoulder.

📕

Jensen’s place is cool. A whole wall of shelves lined with figurines of characters from old martial arts movies to infamous anime to the classic comic books. Where you’re more prone to losing things, he collects them. You suspect his placement of each tiny figure is entirely deliberate as you admire them.

You step back to peer down at the colourful spines of manga on the rows beneath, beside several boxy consoles you don’t know the name of. You can guess they’re outdated, displayed as relics on the more cubish levels of the shelf.

“You want something to drink,” he calls from the kitchen,” I got these sodas from Japan; green apple, kiwi, cotton candy…”

“Ooo, I’ll try the cotton candy,” you answer as you turn and walk along the large TV.

You hear the hiss and fizzle, followed by a metal tinkle as he opens the bottles. As he enters, you look up, playing with the pom poms that dangle from the string of your lime green hoodie.

“Here,” he hands you the bright pink soda in a glass bottle, “it’s really sweet. Haven’t touched that flavour because of it.”

“Oh, great, I love sweet,” you take it as he puts his on the square table beside the arm of the couch.

“I can tell he says,” he picks up the remote, standing in front of the couch as he clicks through the menu, “please, sit, I’ll find the show– ah, I almost forgot.”

He quits his browsing and once more leaves the room. You sit and take a sip from the neck of the bottle, it makes your cheek pinch. You unthinkingly drain half the bottle as you wait for him, eyes devouring the posters on the wall; framed cartoon characters and 1970s movie promos.

“Here we go,” he rushes in, awkwardly sidling in front of you and sitting heavy on the cushion beside you, dropping the remote beside him as he presents the headband. The furry pink cat ears are adorable but unexpected. “I, uh, saw this and thought of you. Is that weird?”

You smile and shrug and put the bottle on the matching square table on the other side of you, “no, I don’t think so. That’s so nice.”

“Do you mind?” he lifts them, angling the band as if to slip on you.

“Uh, sure,” you bow your head, “Cookie’s gonna love them.”

You think of your roommate. You sit up as you realise you forgot to tell her where you are. Well, she knows you have an exam. Certainly by now she’s used to you and your flaky schedule. You’ll tell her when you get home.

You sit up and touch the ears as the band squeezes your head, “oh, do they look cute?”

“Yeah,” Jensen grins, “very, there’s a mirror–”

You’re up on your feet as he points to the far wall. You brush against him as you rise and jaunt over to look at your reflection. You giggle as you take in the furry ears.

“I like bunnies better,” you say as you go back to him, “but kittens are precious, too.”

You yawn as you sit beside him again and pull over your stuffed whale from where you left him against the arm. He gives you a lingering look and his hand moves as if to touch you before retracting. He turns and points the remote at the TV, his glass glowing with the TV screen as he focuses on it.

“Uh, I’m so sleepy,” you say as your cheeks burn hotly. You felt energised after your exam, the finality enlivening you, but now you feel heavy. You reach for the bottle and take another deep gulp, hoping the fizziness will wake you up.

“You promised me six episodes,” he hits play and puts the remote down before sitting back, his arm pressing to yours, “don’t you pass out on me.”

You laugh at him. He’s silly and very close. You force your eyes wide, “I won’t.”

You turn to the screen and watch the plucky intro. You swallow several yawns as he leans on you. You don’t know that he realises it but you don’t say anything. It’s comforting. You can Cookie nestle together under a quilt on your movie nights, sometimes Tweed in between you.

The heat builds under your fluffy hoodie and you sit forward, the room swirling in the faint glow of the orbish lamps. He has the bulbs set to a soft pink hue that puts your eyes out of focus. You pull your hoodie over your head and heap it beside you on the couch as you sit back and fix the cat ears that hang over your forehead.

“You okay?” Jensen’s voice skews slightly beneath those coming from the large speakers.

“Fine,” you chirp, “this is interesting, so far.”

You yawn again as you sink back into the couch, your shoulder against his as you let Murtaugh fall loose from your arm. You blink and his arm is behind your neck. You squirm but don’t push him away. He’s just getting cozy.

Your lashes droop as the bright colours burn your irises. Again, you close your eyes. A long, deep blink. This time his hand is on your knee, playing with a fold in your sweat pants. You touch his hand but don’t have the strength to shove him away.

You shake your head and squint at the TV. You can’t remember what’s going on, there’s flashes, someone’s fighting. Your eyes are on fire. You shut them to keep them from watering. You feel the world shift and you land on a soft cloud as you slump to the slide.

Gently, you’re rolled onto your back in the surreal and shallow consciousness. Something’s wrong. You’re awake but asleep at the same time. Your eyes flutter but only give glimpses of a word rippled with confusion.

There’s a weight over, scalding breath down the round collar of your tee, your legs part as the figure is cradled between them. You fling your arm out and it hangs over the edge of the couch as you babble. He groans in your ear as you feel tugging at the elastic around your hips.

He hushes you before smothering you with a soft kiss. It’s a dream, it can’t be anything else. He pulls down the wrinkled band past your thighs, caress the tender flesh as he delicately reveals your legs. You shiver as he kneads the flesh and backs up to loom between your knees.

Your eyelids meet again and suddenly, a coolness grazes your naked pelvis, your panties clinging to your ankle as one foot touches the floor. A tingle builds to a steady tickle, twisting and twining to something more intense. 

You arch your back and lift your spinning head to look down at Jensen, seeing only the top of his hair as he bends between your thighs, a wet noise nesting in your ears as you drop back to the cushion.

A spike radiates from your core as you quiver and gasp. It’s a task just to make a sound, to do more than breathe and just be. 

He sits up as you once more peek out with slitted eyes. His tee shirt swoops over his head, a torso muscled and hairy stains your vision as the darkness blinds you again. The rustle of fabric and movement on the other end of the sofa pricks your ears as goosebumps raise on your skin.

Your leg is lifted as fingers glide between your wet folds. Eager, exploring, he rubs you until you spasm and dips deeper. You whine as he pokes past the resistance. You grumble and push your elbows into the couch, trying to lift yourself only to collapse beneath the inextricable haze.

He drags slick fingertips up your pelvis, pushing your shirt up your stomach, bending to toy with your tits. You never wear a bra, you hate them. He takes a nipple in his mouth, the pressure plucking at your core. 

His tending trails up to your mouth. He kisses your slack lips, torso flush to yours as he gropes your chest with one hand. A shuddery breath tenses his body as his touch wanders lower. You wince and whimper, head lolling as you try to latch onto reality. It’s too intense to be just as a dream.

He guides his tip along your cunt. You gasp and gulp as you clasp onto his shoulder weakly. He rubs up and down, slickening himself and sucking in air as the room turns static. He holds in his breath as he pushes into you, just enough for you to squeak in pain. What is he doing?

He gets a little deeper and you slap his shoulder, your hand bouncing off as the dizziness has your eyes rolling back. You mewl as he reaches to fix the head band on your head, petting you as he sinks further and further. Your thighs tremble from the agony cording around your hips and spine.

“Good kitty,” he purrs as he rubs his nose against yours, “you can do it– ahh!”

He bottoms out and you whine. It hurts, the pain dull but still there. He rocks against you, grasping and groping at your side, hip, and thigh. His rhythm picks up as he loses himself in you. You squeeze your eyes shut. 

You’re sleeping. It’s not real. If it is, you can pretend it’s not.

“You feel so good, kitten,” he rasps as he fucks you harder, faster, “so good. Aren’t you a good kitty?”

You murmur as your arms fall straight and dangles over the edge.

“Say, kitty, say it,” he snarls against your cheek, “say your my good kitty.”

You heave, you can’t think, you can’t move. A garbled noise rises from your throat.

“Say it,” he hisses as he pinches your stomach, flesh slapping against your pelvis.

“I– I–” your voice is not your own, it sounds distant and distorted, “I’m your good kitty.”

He grunts and thrusts harder. You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut as you tilt your head up and grit through the pain. He sits back, hooking your legs around him and holding them there. He pounds into you as he pants.

“Yeah, that’s it, kitty, fuck,” he growls as his tempo grows torturous, “I’m– almost–”

He huffs and his pace grows spasmodic. He moans as you feel warmth pool inside you, coating your walls and spreading as he fucks his cum into you. He slows as it leaks out, squelching loudly until he stills. He exhales and spreads his hand across your pelvis.

He falls onto you, hugging you beneath him as you shiver. His warmth is suffocating as he clings to you, nuzzling your hair as he traces the line of the headband behind your ear.

“J-J–” you try to say his name as your thick tongue sticks in your dry mouth, you can hardly get the thoughts together, “...never…”

He hums and kisses your cheek softly, “it was my first time too,” he says, “I love you, kitty.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #campus au #college au #apple of his eye #the losers #dc

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Just thinking about obsessed stalker!jake jensen owning a custom made sex doll that looks exactly like you.

Not only does he fuck the doll but also treats it like a real person. He’s your top fan on your streaming website (the porn type😏). He showers with ‘you’, sleeps with ‘you’, has breakfast, lunch and dinner with ‘you’. Spends almost 24/7 with ‘you’, the only time he is not with the doll is when he follows real you, while you a grocery shopping or something like that. One time you even talked to him, asking if he knew where the pasta sauce is, he almost passed out. That night he fucked ‘you’ harder than ever before.

He always listens to recordings of you moaning during your life streams, while fucking the doll and just so you know, he goes for hours without a single break.

OH MY DAYS

You and You and Me

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Jake Jensen, Literal Doll!Reader/Sex Worker!Reader(afab), mentioned stalking, obsession, yandere behaviour, squirting

He groans, watching the thick purple vibrator slip inside your abused pussy. God it's like fucking torture. But he knows your body, he knows that you won't be hold back much longer. Fuck, he hopes you squirt.

"Look how fucking messy you are, doll." His fingers dig into the plastic, lube smearing across his thighs as he fucks you in time with the vibrator. Jake buries his nose into your hair and inhales. He can smell the hair products you use, so fucking happy he followed you around the store last month.

On screen you're begging, you're desperate to cum now. Jake's free hand moves across his keyboard.

Cum on my cock, doll, make a fucking mess.

He sweetens the command with a $50 tip. And fuck do you listen. Your body jerks, thrusting the vibe in harder and faster. Just at the last minute you pull out the toy and furiously rub your clit. Your juices drip from your swollen pussy and onto your blanket. It doesn't spray like he wants, but it's good enough for now.

He fucks you harder. If you can't do it, you will now with him. His dick twitches, he's close but it's missing something. Jake pulls up his favourite audio clip of you. Your breathy little moans surround his apartment and he flips you over until you're riding his cock.

His finger wrap around your loose crop top. You hadn't even noticed it was missing from your wash basket last week. He uses it as leverage to pull you down harder on his dick. As the recording of you grows needier, your gasps of pleasure being drawn out, he fumbles for the remote on the coffee table. He pushes a button, your pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock now.

Jake groans, matches the slapping sound in your audio that he knows is real. He knows you get that fucking wet for him, just like you do.

"Cum on my cock again, doll," he grunts. "Fucking soak me."

Just as you let out a squeal, a "yes, Daddy", Jake pulls the trigger at the back of you. You spray your release over him, ruining his couch with your juices. He cums so fucking hard he sees stars, his vision goes blurry at the side.

It takes him a moment to get a clear head again, for feeling to return to his limbs. He wipes you down the towel he had underneath him. Gently, he cleans up the cum leaking out of your hole and the mess on his lap. He puts you to bed carefully, promises he'll be back soon.

He bundles up the towel, the blanket and some dirty socks and heads down to the basement laundry to clean up from your love making.

"Hey, 4C," you smile at him, a basket tucked under your arm. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"You can just call me, Jake," he grins.

#sloth asks #nonnie #jake jensen #jake jensen smut #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen x reader #dark fic

[thezombieprostitute]

Tutoring - Part 2

A/N: Written for the @the-slumberparty​ Bingo card, combining "Spy AU" and "Family Gathering" (a bit weak, but it still holds) and "Fake Dating". Reader is referred to as she/her but no other descriptors. This is about 3k words!

Warnings: Death of a character. Coercion. Forced touch. Kidnapping. Mention of blood. As always, please let me know if I left any out.

You start waking up but something feels off. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t heard your alarm. Maybe it was the fact you were having a harder time waking up than normal. Then you realized, you couldn’t see, move or speak. 

Fighting the urge to panic, you try to figure out what you are able. As your senses gather you pick up that you are wearing a blindfold and tied up, most likely to a chair. The distinctive smell of duct tape tells you why you can’t speak. Your breathing starts ramping up as you realize your situation. 

To your right you hear the sound of a door opening and a painfully familiar voice saying, “ah yes. The bitch is finally awake.” 

Lloyd Hansen. The bodyguard you had gotten fired. Only one meeting and he proved himself to be creepy, annoying and all around aggravating. Your brain remembers the last thing before you had fallen unconscious was his smell and his voice. You become frozen in fear.

“Did you really think you’d never see me again, Cupcake?” You remain frozen and he chuckles, “if you don’t at least give me a shake of your head I will smack you back to reality.” You lightly shake your head “no” and Lloyd pats your head as he calls you a good girl. You’re grateful for the blindfold so he can’t see you roll your eyes. 

Another set of footsteps walks in and you hear a voice ask, “what the hell is this, Lloyd? You were supposed to get Parker.”

“Change of plans, Nick,” Lloyd responds. “This little minx got me fired from that bodyguard job before I could nab Parker. So, instead of holding him hostage for Stark’s secrets, we’re gonna use her to get into Stark Tower where one of your guys can hack his secrets directly.”

“You got fired from the bodyguard gig?”

“Well, yeah, but we’ve still got a way to get Stark’s information that’s more traditional in terms of espionage and corporate spying.”

“Remove her gag and mask.”

Lloyd moves quickly and you let out a small sob of fear when the gag is removed. When the blindfold is removed you blink several times trying to bring your vision into focus. As your eyes adjust the man you assume to be Nick grabs your chin and makes you look at him. You can feel his ice blue eyes look into your soul and you cry a little again. 

“So how did you get him fired,” Nick asked. You explained to him about Peter’s tutoring session and that the other bodyguards confirmed it was the final straw in getting Lloyd fired. Nick let go of your chin and turned to Lloyd, “you know, this is sort of my fault. You’ve never been known for subtlety or blending in, have you Lloyd?”

Lloyd gave Nick a big smile, “you know me, Nick. I’m much better at the shooting and torture. But while that original plan is fucked, we’ve got a solid back-up plan. She got an invite to Parker’s graduation party because of the tutoring gig. We set up one of your hackers as her date, send them in, and boom, we’ve got Stark’s blueprints!”

Nick turned to you, “is it true you got an invite?” You nod, not sure you can trust your voice. He continues to stare at you, contemplating. Lloyd starts to speak again but Nick pulls out a gun and shoots him three times in the chest. You scream as Lloyd’s body drops. Your tears are running free and you can’t help shaking in terror. 

“He was such an idiot,” Nick said. He puts his gun away while mumbling something about “not even able to shoot a guy handcuffed to a bench.” He grabs a chair and sits directly in front of you, elbows on his knees as he leans forward. 

“Look at me,” he demands. You hesitate and he repeats himself with more force, “Look. At. Me.” You try to steady yourself as you look back into his cold eyes. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. As much as I would love to just let you go, you know I can’t.” Your sobs get louder and you try to look away but he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be useful. Lloyd’s back-up plan wasn’t entirely shit, and I think with the right…motivation, you’ll be happy to help me out.”

“Now, the Stark family party is in just a few days. You’re going to go with a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ who will be chosen for you in a few hours. You’re going to do whatever they need to get into off-limits areas of the Tower. As long as you behave, you get to live. We obviously know where you live and can easily find out everything else about you. Keep your mouth shut afterwards, you’ll start receiving a regular paycheck. A little help with those student loans. Do you understand?”

Your tears have slowed down as your brain is trying to process everything. He gently shakes your head and gives you a meaningful look. “I…I…understand. I’ll behave.”

“Glad to hear it. In the meantime, let’s get you untied and moved to a different room. One with a lot less blood.”

You’re curled up into a ball and crying in your cell when you hear a knock at the door. Startled out of your thoughts you instinctively say, “yes?” The door opens and in walks a young man with spiked hair, glasses and a goatee. He’s carrying a couple of trays of food and smiles at you.

“Hi there, I’m Jake.” He hands you one of the trays. “Figured we could get to know each other over some food. Not the most romantic of first dates, but I find the best cover includes grains of truth.”

Sitting up on your cot you take the proffered tray. Your stomach rumbles and you realize you don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. Jake must’ve heard your stomach because he smiles sympathetically as he sits next to you. You try to move away but he puts his arm around your shoulders and says, “we have to get used to this proximity. No one’s going to believe we’ve been dating if you’re always fidgeting away from me.” 

You freeze at his words but he keeps his arm over your shoulder and says, a little too cheerfully to you, “don’t worry. I’ll be a perfect gentleman the whole time. The most I’ll ever do is the arm around the shoulder, holding hands, very family friendly stuff, okay?” Your slight nod doesn’t seem to be answer enough and he continues, “I know I seem the stereotypical hacker incel type but I’m not. I genuinely like my dates to be willing participants. And besides, I don’t date coworkers, which we are!”

Thinking about what you have to do your head drops in shame. Peter was a good kid who loved his adoptive family and they clearly loved him. And yet, you were going to play a key role in hurting all of them. Some tears start coming as you try to eat calmly. Jake gently wipes away the tears near him while eating and you resist the urge to pull away. 

“You’re gonna do great,” Jake assures. “Now, let’s get our backstory figured out.”

Jake drives the two of you to the party. Before you had left Nick made sure to remind you about potential consequences, and rewards, for your behavior. You were given back your phone with notices that everything you did on it would be tracked and if you left Jake’s side at all, you would be caught and killed. You’re all jitters as you get closer to the party and Jake takes your hand. In normal circumstances it would be comforting, but now it’s a reminder to calm yourself down and behave. 

You’re grateful that the party has so many people, it makes it easier to not be the focus of anyone’s attention. At least you don’t have to put on a fake smile the whole time as you’re keeping all the details of your and Jake’s “relationship” running through your head. He’s gently guiding you around under the pretense of trying to find the food or being a Stark fanboy but you know he’s looking for a side room. 

“Y/N! You made it!” Peter practically bearhugs you causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “I’m so glad to see you! I was worried when your RSVP took so long.”

“Oh, well,” you stutter. “Finals, you know?”

“Geez, I didn’t even think of that! I know you’ve probably aced all of them.”

“Fingers crossed,” you smile, praying your fear and despair don’t show through. 

“And who did you bring with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jake. Jake, this is Peter and this party is for him.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jake shakes his hand. “I’ve heard a lot of good stuff about you from Y/N.”

“Boyfriend? When Ari asked you out you told him you were waiting until after finals?” Peter looks at you like a confused puppy. You freeze for a second before grabbing Jake’s hand, “what can I say? My computer science tutor swept me off my feet.” Peter nods in understanding. You’re saved from further explanation by Mr. Stark’s calling for Peter to join him at the main table. He says a quick goodbye and runs off.

“That was some very quick thinking,” Jake compliments. “Come with me, I think I’ve got a spot figured out. If anyone asks, just say we were looking for a makeout spot.” The thought of kissing Jake makes you nauseous but you nod in agreement as he pulls you along behind him. Finding a hallway Jake pulls out his phone, which you suspect is more powerful than your gaming computer, and starts following some tracker you can’t see while you follow him.

He tries a door and finds it locked but his phone bypasses whatever biometric security is installed and he leads you into the room. Motioning for you to sit he gently closes the door and pulls some cords out of his pockets. He’s plugging his phone into some outlets and you don’t bother trying to ask what he’s doing. You’re still burning in shame and gently start rocking yourself to try to keep calm. Your fear isn’t helped when you start hearing Jake talking to his phone like it’s misbehaving. “No. No. Don’t do that. Try this! Don’t test me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

He bolts upright and tries to run for the door but it’s opened by James and Ari, guns drawn. You scream and start bawling as Jake puts his hands up and backs away from the door. The giant bodyguards move forward, guns focused on Jake, not sparing a glance your way. Behind them you hear the famous voice of Tony Stark, “Jensen! I’d say it’s a pleasure but we both know that’s a lie. Did you really think I wouldn’t have your signature figured out?”

“To be fair,” Jensen replies, “I have had serious success before.”

“Yes, and your previous successes helped me and JARVIS figure out your patterns.” Tony stays behind James and Ari. He turns and gives you a look you can’t read through your tears and sobbed apologies. Turning back to Jake he asks, “so who hired you this time? Max? Hammer? The Matrix?”

“C’mon Stark, you know I can’t tell you. I am a professional, after all.”

“A professional who kidnaps young women? Forces them to play at being your girlfriend?”

“That wasn’t me, that was my unnamed employer. He set up the situation and proffered payment upon receipt of the goods. Whatever deal she made with them was not my concern.”

“Mr. Stark,” you whisper. “Please. Please, I didn’t want to do this. I swear. He…he threatened to kill me and my family. I swear…I’d never…I…” your sobs pick up again and you hear Tony tell Ari to take you to another room and “wait for Romanoff to chat with her.” Ari puts his gun away and helps you to your feet. 

“Oh, Mr. Stark, there’s one more thing.” You focus on Tony, making sure to not look at Jake, lest you lose your nerve. “My phone has to be near his or that guy will think I’ve run…” you hold out your phone to Tony and he takes it from your hand. 

“Barnes, I’m gonna put this phone in your pocket,” he turns to James who nods in response. “And I’m going to go ahead and hold onto your phone, Jensen.” Jake gives you a glare as he hands over his phone to Tony. Before he can say anything, Ari is pulling you out of the room and walking you down the hall.

You’re in what you can only describe as an interrogation room. Ari is standing just outside but at least he was nice enough to give you some water. You can only hope that they believe you that you didn’t want to do this. 

A noise at the door gets you out of your thoughts. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman, red hair and green eyes. She’s tiny compared to Ari, who is standing behind her, but everything about her tells you she could easily take him out if she needed to. She walks into the room and sits across the table from you. She asks Ari to refill your water and when he’s out of the room she gives you a soft smile.

“Call me Nat. Y/N, before you were allowed to be Peter’s tutor I made sure to do an extensive background check on you.” Her voice is somehow gentle and also no-nonsense. “I have no reason to believe you were a willing participant in all of this.” You cry tears of relief and she holds your hand, only pulling it back when Ari walked in with your water.

“Ari, on the other hand,” she said, her tone noticeably sharper, “failed to do more than a preliminary background check on Hansen, thus putting you and Peter in danger.” Ari kept his head down and his mouth shut. “Now, we’re working on clearing out your apartment and phone of any and all bugs and stalkers that may have been installed. Until then, you’re staying here, under our protection.”

“But��but I…” you’re trying to put the words together. 

“If you’re worried about your finals, don’t.” Nat’s tone did not allow for argument. “You are under serious duress and if your university doesn’t allow you to take your exams here, take them late, or some other accommodation, we have access to the best lawyers on the planet and we will make sure you get to take them.”

You nod your thanks, eyes wide with amazement at how quickly things are going back in your favor.

“While you are here,” Nat continues, “you will be under our protection. Ari was just recently demoted down to “grunt” and will likely be your primary. If you’d, understandably, prefer someone else, just let me know.”

“No, I…I trust Ari.” 

Nat raises an eyebrow and looks at Ari, “you fuck up again, I castrate you.” Ari just nods, but he looks at you with gratitude. 

It’s been over a month since you were kidnapped. Nat and Tony followed through on their promises. You were able to take your finals, pass, and get your degree. At Pepper’s suggestion they also made sure to get you to a therapist. You never found out what happened to Nick or Jake. Once Nat told you they were taken care of, you never wanted to think about them ever again.

You’ve got good job prospects. You’ve made good, protective friends like James. And, now that you’re not a client, your romantic relationship with Ari is off to a strong start. Between him, Nat, James and Mr. Stark, you’ve little to fear.

Tagging @alicedopey and @cjand10 as promised.

#dark!nick fowler #dark!jake jensen #dark!lloyd hansen #james buchanan barnes #peter parker #ari levinson x reader #tony stark #natasha romanoff #navy and roo's sleepover

[vellicore]

Ok choose between these two Yandere characters: Steve Kemp or Hacker Jake Jensen

BESTIE!!!!!! *screams into my pillow*

You know how much I love both of these. The thought of Steve being completely obsessed with you, and watching your every move from outside your window. He can’t help but to stroke himself while he watches you sleep so peacefully. He knows soon he will get to take you and make you the perfect little basement wife.

Meanwhile, Jake would hack into your computer and phone. Tracking your every step, every move. He loves to watch you change. He knows the type of porn you watch. He sees the texts you send. He knows everything down to your togo orders.

I LOVE BOTH OF THEM!! 😩

If I have to only choose one though…

Ugh I have to go with my ultimate dark dilf

JOIN MY SLEEPOVER

#yandere!steve kemp #dark!steve kemp #dark!jake Jensen #yandere!jake Jensen #mickeyhenrys anniversary

[rainydayandmondays]

Secret Santa is Coming....

Summary: Time for the Secret Santa gift exchange and Andy knows you deserve only the best gift. And who says it can’t be a gift for both of you.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader, Jake Jensen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 18+ only. Explicit language, explicit sexual content, male masturbation, female masturbation, voyeurism, Daddy kink, slight non-con

Author’s Note: A follow up to the Thanksgiving Potluck. I don’t think Andy is okay with just a one-shot with his sweet girl.

“Mr. Barber.”

Andy looked up to see you standing just inside his doorway. Your hands dropping to be held in front of you, he watched as you momentarily shifted from foot to foot. You were uneasy and that should never be how you feel around him. He dropped the affidavit he had been reading back to his desk, before rolling his shoulders, and sitting back in his chair. Something had you skittish and he wouldn’t have that.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

You bow your head at the nickname, your bashful reaction to it would never get old with him. However, he did try to use it sparingly. Waiting until you two were mostly alone, he would softly say it and watch you smile before catching yourself.

“Can I talk to you about something?” You looked at him, your brow furrowing as you waited for his response. Something was wrong. He could feel his own unease build up the longer he watched you, your fingers now fidgeting in front of you.

“Is that even a question? Of course, you can,” He gestured to the seat in front of him.

You seemed to loosen up at his response, your hands dropping the gripped hold you had them in. Turning to close the door behind you, you gave him a small hopeful smile before taking the offered seat.

He continued to sit back, despite wanting to inch closer to you. You were calmer now and he didn’t want to break you from that peace that you had regained, “What’s going on?”

You took a quick inhale before asking your question, “Are you the one leaving coffee on my desk every morning?"

The coffee. You knew about the coffee. After Thanksgiving, he hadn’t wanted to give up the feeling he felt watching you enjoy him so much. He embraced the flashes of you licking your lips after finishing his potluck offering. They would keep him busy popping up over the long holiday weekend.

Laurie had ordered in catering for their family meal. Things were starting to pick up for her at work as they entered the holiday season. Buying everything and then cooking the turkey dinner wasn’t something she was willing to take on. Instead, they had pulled the plastic containers from the takeaway bag, quickly heating them up before sitting down to the saddest Thanksgiving meal. Thoughts of you were the only thing that pulled him out his funk to start pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic.

He decided that weekend that he would find a way to share that with you again. Your friend may have thrown out that thinly veiled threat, but he would find a way around it. Returning to the office after the holiday, he decided to keep his ritual to his nightly shower. No more parking garage camera feed for your noisy friend to make noise about. He found if he worked late enough, by the time he got home, there would be no one up to ask why he took a tumbler with him to shower.

Filling up his trusty tumbler every night, he would grab it from the refrigerator each morning as he waved goodbye to a wife and son who seemed to be more enthralled with their phones than anything he was doing. Heading to the local coffee shop after his morning swim, he would sit in his car adding his special ingredient to the small light roast brew with double espresso shots and half and half.

Making sure to get in as early as possible, he would leave the cup of coffee on your desk before hustling to his office. He had done so for the last week, a smirk lighting up his face when you brought the cup to the weekly team debrief for the latest cases. But now you knew it was him. He should have known you would figure it out.

Trying his best to not react to your question, he pulled on all his skills to keep the best poker face. He could come up with a reason for it that wouldn’t return you to that ball of nerves that had stood in his doorway.

He cleared his throat before responding, “You caught me. I know the late nights you have been putting in. That can’t be easy to do and then only to go home and help your parents. Figured you might need something to look forward to.”

You hummed at his explanation, looking down before returning your gaze to him, “That’s very kind, Mr. Barber. Sweet even. It’s just…people like to talk. I’ve worked so hard. And I don’t want anyone to think that I got anything because of…because of anything else other than work.”

Your eyes had continued to flit between him and your hands in your lap as you spoke. He could tell that you had thought through your small speech, probably even prepped yourself on your drive in. He also knew that one of the office gossips had gotten to you. He was selfish and he wanted the moments with you but not at the risk of you feeling uncomfortable.

Leaning against the desk, he looked at you straight on, expressing as much empathy as possible, “Understood. No more coffees.”

Your shoulders finally came down from around your ears and you sighed, nodding back in thanks.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber,” you replied before rising to walk towards his office door. He wanted to correct you. Remind you to call him Andy. However, he figured it was best not to push his luck. Watching you push the wrinkles from your skirt as you walked away, he called back to you, “I don’t want you worrying about this or what anyone may say, okay?”

Stopping to look over your shoulder, you reached to grab at your necklace, “I won’t.”

“Promise me?” He smirked as you continued to twiddle with the gold chain.

“I promise,” you answered as he nodded for you to leave.

With the click of his door closing, he looked down at his desk, saving your promise to his memory. He’ll use it later tonight.

Holding the slip of paper in his hands, your name neatly scrawled across it, he smiled to himself. A couple of people in the office decided to put together a Secret Santa exchange. Apparently, the Thanksgiving potluck was such a success when it came to team building, the higher ups agreed to the next holiday activity. Even had HR sign off on it.

Andy had been in court when the bag of names had been passed around. He didn’t give it much thought. Since your stop in his office a week ago, he had kept his distance. It wasn’t something that he wanted in the slightest. But he was willing to respect your genuine worry about office gossip. No more tumblers, no more early coffee runs. The research requests still happened but always through the weekly team huddle.

However, now seeing your name chosen for him, he had to smile to himself. Of course, it would be you that he would get. Of course, him trying to keep his distance would mean you finding a way back to him.

He sat down, leaning his chin in his hands, “Okay, sweet girl. I understand.”

The office had pretty much cleared out with most people starting their holiday vacations. The last few streamers from the small Christmas luncheon had been balled up and chucked in the bin, when Andy made his way out to the bull pin. You were waving off the last of the other paralegals as you collected your stuff to make your own way home.

“Hey sweetheart,” he saw you jump a little before turning to him.

You had worn a red Christmas sweater with a white bow handstitched along the collar. Your normal pencil skirt had been replaced by a pair of black slacks. And although not his favorite, the pants had done wonders for your ass. He had watched as you moved around the office putting up the last-minute decorations, only to take them down.

“Hi Andy.” You replied turning and looking up at him from your office chair. He caught the small smile that wanted to break free at your utterance of his name. That was good, you were comfortable around him again.

Clearing his throat, he brought the gift bag from behind his bag, presenting it to you, “Merry Christmas.”

“So, you were my Secret Santa,” you smirked looking at the packed gift bag he had hastily bought from the Walgreens down the street.

“It’s a three-part gift,” he answered, nodding towards it and urging you to open it.

Taking the stuffed tissue paper from the top you reached in pulling out a pink tumbler. You let out a small giggle, “For my coffee?”

He fully smiled this time, before shrugging his shoulders and pointing to the remaining items in the gift bag. Putting down the tumbler, you turned back to the bag, reaching the bottom of it, you pulled out a wooden paper weight. Carved into the center was the seal for Boston College Law School. Your brow creased as you tried to piece together the meaning of the gift. He watched as you finally looked back to him, your look pleading for an answer.

“That’s the second part. An old college buddy of mine is the registrar. I told him about a paralegal that had aced her LSATs, had helped on numerous high profile ADA cases, but hadn’t had the chance to enroll yet.” He looked on as the puzzle started to come together in your mind. Your brow creased further as tears started to line your eyelashes.

“They have grant funds set aside every year for students that display great potential. He took care of everything. You can enroll whenever you’re ready. There will be a space for you. That’s the third part.” He whispered the last of his explanation. The tears that had been threatening to fall now ran fully down your cheeks.

“Oh my God. Thank you.” You jumped from your chair, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

Initially taken by surprise, he hesitated momentarily before letting his body relax into your hold. His hands landing on your back as you sniffled into his dress shirt and whispered quiet thank you’s in his ear.  He threw up his own thanks at the office being empty. Something tells him that you may have restrained yourself more with an audience.

Starting to feel you pull away, he resisted the urge to cling to you. It had been a while since Andy had a genuine hug. He had been mostly regulated to side hugs with Laurie. Every once in a while, it would include a kiss to the cheek. And Jacob, well he was fully rooted in his teen years and any idolization that he might have had for his dad had been long gone. He would only get quick nods of recognition from over the top of the phone from his son. But now with you, he could feel the heat of your body, the small catches in your breath as you tried to regulate your outburst. This was something he couldn’t give up.

“I’m so sorry. That’s not very professional of me. It’s just…this means so much to me.”

Your tearful smile at him tempted him to bring you back into his embrace. To just hold you as all the happy tears flowed out of you.

You giggled again, shaking your head, “I have to tell my parents. I have to…”

He nodded at you, seeing all the possibilities run through your mind. He had opened doors for you. Had given you a better future. Had put that delighted smile on your face. He had done that. You quickly began to pack up your remaining things, yesterday’s brief stuffed in with your laptop. Turning to him again, you smiled again grabbing onto his forearm and squeezing.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas Andy.”

“Can you believe it, Jake? I can enroll whenever I’m ready. There’s a space just waiting for me.” You talked animatedly to your best friend as you placed the carved paperweight on your bookcase. It would sit perfect with your old undergrad books and picture of Jake and you from your graduation.

“That’s amazing, Ace! So, he just called a friend and got this all sorted out?” Jake asked facetiming you from his room.

He had suspicions about your kind of boss since before meeting him Thanksgiving. You had mentioned how many late nights you had been spending at the office recently and how walking out at night gave you the heebie-jeebies. The protector within him woke up immediately at that, ready to offer to pick you up if he needed to. You would never ask him to do that yourself. That’s when you brought up Andy Barber and how he started walking you out.

It hadn’t taken Jake long to dig up information on the ADA. He had the white picket fence life, although there wasn’t too much about his past listed. That was the first red flag. Hacking into the courthouse’s camera feed had been relatively easy. These older government buildings never bothered upping their security.

Andy Barber always parked in one of the garage’s blind spots. That would be the second red flag. After you left, Andy wouldn’t be seen exiting until half an hour later. What could he possibly be doing in a parked car for thirty minutes? That was the final red flag.

“His friend is the registrar at the school. He was able to work it out. What?” Sitting down on your bed, you leaned back looking at Jake on your phone. He was making his slightly worried puppy dog face.

“It’s just that’s a lot to get coordinated so fast.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me, Jake?” You asked only to see Jake’s face immediately deflate. The worried puppy dog look morphing to kicked puppy. His eyes widening behind his glasses.

“Of course, I’m happy for you Ace. It’s just that you’re too trusting sometimes.”

“I’m not a child,” you grumbled back, and Jake wanted to jump through the phone and ease your anger.

“You’re not. You’re a person with a good heart that wants to believe the best in people,” he saw the crease in your brow ease as he spoke, “And that’s why I gotta look out for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you tried to hide your small smile at Jake’s statement. From the first moment he had run into on his skateboard, knocking both of you over in the quad in college, he had looked out for you.

“When do you come back?”

“Why? Do you already miss me?” You watched Jake wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, causing a round of giggles to erupt from you. He pretended to be hurt by your outburst before continuing, “Probably not until the new year.”

You hummed, sitting back up, Jake and you sat in silence as he watched the disappointment take over your expression. He searched for a way to get you to smile again when he heard the knock at the door. Quickly looking back at the door, he breathed a sigh of relief seeing he had locked it.

“I gotta go, Ace.” He watched you nod a short okay, before finally getting up from your bed.

“I miss you.” “I miss you too, Jake.”

Andy sat down at the desk in his home office. Neck stretched back along the back of the chair, as he thought back on the last couple of hours since getting home. Walking in, he noticed all the lights were off, not even the Christmas tree in the den was lit. Disengaging the alarm, he made his way into the kitchen to see a sticky note stuck to the fridge. Laurie had to go back into the office to finalize the preparations for the end of the year gala, while Jacob spent the night at a friend’s. So much for family time.

Putting an order into the local Italian place, he went upstairs to change out of his work clothes. He contemplated jumping in the shower, until he heard the doorbell ring with his takeout. Turning on the tree in the den, he ate his pasta dish with only the twinkling Christmas lights on. What had his life become? What had his family become?

Dropping the to-go containers in the trash, he wandered back to his office. He thought about powering up his laptop and finishing the closing remarks for one of his cases, when he found the holiday favors that you had passed around the office this morning. Your red sweater on, you greeted everyone with such joy for the upcoming holiday. He couldn’t help but smile up at you, as you left the favor on his desk.

You were a sweetheart. His sweetheart. His sweet girl. He rubbed along his bottom lip as he remembered your reaction to his gift. The hug had surprised him. But fuck if he hadn’t loved every minute of it. He didn’t even mind the soft sniffling you made as your tears stained his tie. He had made those tears.

Opening his iPad, he logged into the recently downloaded program. Would you have already told everyone about what he had done for you? Would you have passed around the carved seal of your new school for everyone to admire? Would you have put it in a place of pride? He wasn’t sure, but it couldn’t hurt to check.

Finishing entering the credentials, he watched as his screen came to life and he saw your bedroom space. It was cheerful like you, with multiple pillows adorning your bed and bursts of color in the pictures you hung on your walls. He devoured the scene, greedily taking in everything he could see, when he heard the click of the bedroom door. The small camera was powerful and could zoom 10x but was stationary in the middle of the school seal.

He waited, hearing you hum a Christmas song along the with opening and closing of drawers off camera and the tossing of a bath towel on the bed. Finally making your way into view, he saw your silk two-piece set. The navy-blue pajama top with white piping along seams hugged your tits. Your free tits, there’s no way you were still wearing a bra with the way your nipples poked through. And the shorts that accompanied it, covered the curve of your ass, but he watched as they inched up as you started to turn down the bed.

He shifted in his seat as he set the iPad to lean against the monitor stand on his desk. Widening his legs and easing back into his chair, he adjusted himself. He hadn’t had a chance for his nightly ritual. But seeing you now, he was happy to see he would have new things to add to his memory. You always knew how to take care of him. His sweet girl.

After setting most of the pillows aside, you climbed into bed, reaching over for your earbuds and phone. He couldn’t tell what you were listening to but judging by the content smile on your face, it must be good. He watched as you closed your eyes, listening to whatever was piping through your earbuds. Reaching down, he rubbed himself through his pajama bottoms. Nothing too aggressive, just softest of touches. The kind he always imagined you would give him. Always delicate and soft at the start.

He sighed to himself as he watched you, “My sweet girl.”

Lost in the moment, he didn’t catch you shifting at first. However, looking back at the screen, he saw your hand move to your top. You let out a small sigh as your fingers started to flick at your nipple, rolling it between your fingers. He frantically sat up, engaging the zoom function to watch up close. Your nipples were amazing, and he knew given the chance he would lap at them, giving them little bites to see you squirm. Your eyes were closed, breathing harsher, as you played with your tits.

“Play with her tits, sweet girl. Show me how sensitive they are,” He whispered as he took full hold of himself. After hitting his fist on the underside of the desk, he pushed back from it to make room for his hand as he continued to slide up and down his shaft.  

He could hear the little sighs you were making as they started to get louder. He knew you would be vocal. You would tell him everything that made you feel good. Both your hands covered your tits while the buttons of your shirt lay open from where you had torn it open to get your hands in.

“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me.” He squeezed around the tip before breaking contact with the screen to spit down onto himself. At feel of his warm saliva, that winking eye dribbled out onto self.

Hearing shifting, he looked back to find you grabbing one of the pillows you hadn’t bothered to put aside. Now, what were you doing now? He watched as you grabbed the forgotten towel still at the foot of your bed. Placing the pillow in the middle of the bed, you draped the towel over it before swinging a leg over and straddling the setup.

“Fuck me. Take what you need, sweet girl.” He grunted as you started to rock back and forth on the pillow.

Your hips started a natural rhythm, one hand still pawing at your tit while the other held you steady on your perch. As he looked on, the more he dribbled out on his hand, and he finally reached down pushing his pants and underwear off. His ass was momentarily cold on the leather of the seat, but he couldn’t be bothered to care as you kept humping your pillow.

“Daddy.”

Andy nearly swallowed his tongue when he heard your whisper. Your bottom lip now caught between your teeth as you whined.

“Daddy is here. Fuck, I’m right here.” He fisted himself, finally dropping to grab onto his balls and rolling them in his palm.

“Daddy, please.” You mewled out your whimper and he had to grab tight at his base to avoid blowing his load right then and there. You were close, but fuck him, if he missed it by losing it first.

“What do you need, sweet girl? What do you need from daddy?”

“Daddy, I can’t.”

How could you answer him? You had to know. His sweet girl was so smart, she could figure anything out. You had to know he was here. That he could see you. That he was watching you. You were doing this for him.

“Yes, you can. Daddy says you can. I’ll even count down. Five.”

You stuttered slightly before picking up your pace again.

“Four.”

He tightened his grip, corkscrewing his hand on each trip up.

“Three.”

Your breathing was getting harsher as you brought down your other hand, using both to steady you as your hips rolled.

“Two.”

He was almost there. His balls had already started to pull up as he planted his feet to thrust into his fist.

“One. Come on, my sweet girl. Come for daddy.”

He nearly lost it, as you threw your head back, mouth gaping in a silent cry, and the rest of your body spasming. Fucking his hand, he watched as a gush of liquid flew out of you, wetting the towel beneath.

“Oh fuck. Such a good girl. Such a good, fucking sweet girl.”

Standing up, he aimed for the screen as he lost it on the image of his sweet girl squirting for him. He twitched and continued to rub out every ounce he had for her. For once, he didn’t think about it going to waste. It hadn’t, not with what you had given him tonight.

Bracing against the edge of the desk, he flopped back into his chair, as you rolled off your pillow completely drained.

“Thank you, daddy.” You gave one final whisper before peeling off your pajama shorts and grabbing the covers to go to sleep.

“You’re more than welcome, sweet girl. Rest now.”

Andy watched you snuggle into bed, returning to the woman he knew from the office. No longer the horned up, little one that just needed her daddy to take care of her. Taking a tissue from the console behind him, he wiped himself down before wiping the screen and desk. Pulling his boxers and pajama pants back up, he started to log out of the camera’s app, when a dialog box popped up, asking to save or delete recording.

He hesitated only for a moment, before clicking save.

Maybe these work holiday functions weren’t the worst thing in the world.

@sarahdonald87

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@theinheriteddutchess

@welp-heregoessomething

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber fanfiction #dark andy barber #defending jacob #jake jensen #the losers (2010) #the holidays with andy

[babyjakes]

darling dangers.

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | vibrator

pairings | mean!dark!best friend!ransom drysdale and soft!dark!best friend!jake jensen x innocent!reader

warnings | non/dub-con (reader is reluctant and resistant.) ran and jake are absolutely taking advantage of reader. ran is an asshole, jake is a little better. heavy humiliation, babying, dumbification, mocking and degradation. crying kink. ransom holds reader down. pussy slapping. forced fingering and use of vibrator. heavy clit focus. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. jake is doing most of the work, ransom's just there to be mean lol.

word count | 2,312

an | um oh my godddddd, ,,, this idea has been swirling around in my brain for so long and finally, finally i get to bring it to fruition >:-)) welcome to kinktober, whores <333 also sorry if this one feels awkward or rusty? i've been writing whump for the past month so getting back into the filth felt a little clumsy :-((

As soon as you see the small black box sitting out in the open on the counter between your two best friends, both of their faces drawn in expectant expressions as they stand just waiting for you to walk in on the perfect scene they've orchestrated- you know you're in deep, deep trouble.

Ransom's crossing his arms, a small smirk forming on his face when he sees how wide your eyes have gone. Jake's giving off more disappointment than amusement, which honestly hits deeper than the twisted pleasure his counterpart's apparently finding in the whole ordeal. Gulping as you take a step forward into the kitchen, your voice betrays you by trembling as you dare to speak up. "R-Ran? Jakey? What's going on?"

"You know, it's funny, princess. We've been wondering the same thing," Ransom jests as he places a steady hand on the counter, crossing one ankle over the other as he pauses to glance at the blonde standing beside him. "Right, J? We never would've imagined our precious little angel- our sweet, innocent y/n- turning out to be such a whore."

Tears prickle in your eyes at the remark; bottom lip puffing out slightly in a pathetic frown, you shake your head in defense. "N-no, don't say that. S'not true."

"Aww, look at her, Jake. Think she's gonna cry already. Go on then, sweetheart. Know you can't help it, you've always been such a sensitive little thing."

Brow stiffening in anger, you glare at the brown-haired boy. "Stop it," you whisper through your hurt and confusion. Why are they doing this to you? They're your best friends, your Ran and Jakey. What would ever drive them to humiliate you like this? You would've never seen it coming. "Wh-why were you going through my mail, anyway? You have no right."

"Well, it helped that we were expecting the package," Jake finally breaks his silence, letting out a small sigh as he crosses his own arms. "An email popped up about your order status while I was helping you fix your phone last week. Couldn't believe it, our sweet y/n, ordering from a site like that. But it looks like there was no mistake here." Turning slightly, he reaches out to pick up the little box with a single hand. Eyeing the picture on the lid, his disappointment only seems to grow as he looks back at you, "Buggy, d'you even know what these are made for? You have no business buyin' something like this; you're much too little, y/n."

Cheeks burning at your friend's patronizing words, your eyes narrow further. "Of course I know what they're made for, Jake. I... I'm not stupid, I'm a big girl. I can order whatever the hell I want," you shot back.

At that, Ransom chuckles as Jake can only manage to shake his head in further disappointment. "A big girl, huh? We'll see about that, babycakes."

Everything happens so fast, you're barely able to process it. Before you know it, the pair have whisked you away to your bedroom, Ransom laughing cruelly as he carries you over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, they have you surrounded on the plush duvet of your queen-sized bed, the brunette coming up behind you to trap you in his arms. As he leans back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, he brings you with him, pressing your back up against his broad chest as you squirm in haste. Jake approaches the two of you on his knees, the box with your new toy still clasped in his hand. Writhing a bit as Ransom tightens his grip on you, you finally find your voice. "What the fuck-? Let go of me, let me go! What are you doing? This is-"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Jake tells you sadly as your other friend eventually gets a good enough hold on you to overpower your resistance. "This is for your own good, y/n. You need'ta learn not to mess around with these things. It's not safe for a little girl like you."

"Learn? What do you mean?" you cry as Ransom's large hands come up to pry your knees apart, using his own strong legs to hold you open. As soon as you feel the cool air of the apartment hitting the thin layer of fabric covering your delicate mound, you freeze. Peering down with wide eyes, you see that your little tennis skirt has flipped up in the most unfortunate of ways, leaving your lacy pink panties on full display for everyone in the room's viewing pleasure. Heart pounding heavily in your chest, you clear your throat.

"R-Ran, Jakey... please..."

"We're not gonna hurt you, baby. Just gonna show you how dangerous these things can be, that's all. You're safe," Jake hums as he lays down on his tummy before you, scooting up between your widespread legs to come almost face-to-face with your now quivering core.

"Pink lace," Ransom snorts from behind you as his hands rest greedily on your inner thighs. "She really is a little slut, isn't she, J?"

Tears pool in your eyes as your cheeks burn in embarrassment. "P-please, please don't look," you beg, your tears earning a sympathetic frown from the blonde beneath you as he reaches out to run a tender hand over the lace of your panties.

"We're gonna be doin' a whole lot more than lookin', sweet thing," he admits as his fingers press against your dampness. "And would you look at that, someone's already gettin' wet." Squeezing out a few more tears as the man prods at your thinly-covered heat, you can only whimper in response.

"Doesn't surprise me. Bet she likes us being all rough, holding her down and spreading her open. You like that, sweetheart?" Ransom teases as he brings a hand up to cup one of your breasts over the flimsy yellow tank top you're wearing. "Never wears a bra around us, either. She's just asking to be played with." At the feeling of his cool hand slipping under your top to search for your beaded nipple, you cry out, straining against his wicked hold- but it's no use. Compared to Jake and Ransom, you're nothing in terms of size or strength. And now that they've got you where they want you, you're completely at their mercy. And you're not sure how much you can trust their promise of safety, not after all they've just done to you.

The meaner of the two laughs darkly as he finds one of the little knots of flesh, pinching and rolling it between his fingers as you cry softly to yourself. "Responsive little thing, isn't she?" he marvels as Jake takes to dealing with your panties; for a moment, he pushes them aside, but then after a few seconds of rethinking, he instead just decides to simply take the thin strip of fabric in his hands, pulling harshly until the band snaps apart completely.

"There we go," he murmurs as his eyes settle down on your dripping folds. "Such a pretty little pussy you've got, sunshine. It's a shame you didn't decide to share sooner."

Looking down over your shoulder to take his own peek, Ransom groans at the sight of your untouched petals. "Fuck, y/n. You've been keeping that all to yourself? Bet no one's ever done anything like this to you before. This your first time, princess?" Your words only continue to fail you as you lower your head in shame, your response giving the two boys all the answers they need. "Well too bad it has to be wasted on a punishment. Dumb little girl thought she could order a big girl toy- these things aren't made for you, baby. You're gonna realize that very quickly."

Pulling his hands away to fiddle with the box, Jake takes his time removing the little blue bullet from its packaging. The friends were smart enough to make sure to charge it before their little ambush, meaning they now have the benefit of its full battery life to spend on teaching you your little lesson. "Here it is," Jake hums, clicking it on carefully to the lowest speed. "Now sweetheart, I'm gonna give you one chance to get yourself outta this," he bargains.

That catches your attention. Raising your weary gaze to meet the blonde's soft set of eyes, you nod reluctantly. "I want you to show me and Ran exactly what you were gonna do with this thing. Want you to use it just like how you were planning when you bought it. And if you're honest with me- with us, and show us everything it was gonna do for you, we'll let you go."

Blinking, you take a moment to think. It's a good offer, you will admit, and he even seems genuine about keeping his end of the deal if you follow through with it. But there's a part of you that just can't bear the thought of demonstrating the crude acts you were intending on performing with the toy, at least not to your two best friends in the entire world. He left it unsaid, but it was implied: Jake wants you to make yourself cum for them. And you just can't do it, you know you can't. So you decide to do the only other thing you can think of: play stupid and pray they buy it.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. Shifting a little, Ransom releases one of your hands, still holding your breast hostage beneath his fingers, almost as an impending threat. Watching you carefully, Jake hands you the buzzing bullet, the strength of the toy's vibrations causing your hand to tingle ticklishly as you suck in a deep breath.

"Go ahead, cutie. Show us," Jake encourages.

Trying to keep your hand from shaking, you brace yourself as you bring the object down between your legs, searching a little to find your glistening hole. Squeezing your eyes shut, you push in, letting the low rumble of the vibrator settle into your core.

"Alright, that's enough," Ransom snaps, causing you to jump as Jake rips the toy from your heat and grasp. "Stupid fucking baby, that was a big mistake. Are you really too dumb to know where it goes? Or do you just want us to punish you?"

Shaking his head in disappointment, Jake sighs heavily. "Good girls don't lie, y/n," he states harshly as Ransom resecures both of your arms down against your back before reaching between your legs to land a few forceful slaps against your bare pussy.

You sob at the sting, gasping as his hand comes up to pull back the hood of your clit. "Give it to her, she was asking for it," he nods to Jake.

Turning up the toy a few clicks, the blonde focuses in his gaze on your little bundle of nerves as he gently collects some of your wetness on the twitching head of the tool before easing it up against your button, earning a strained gasp from you as your whole world's set on fire. The burning is unlike anything you've ever experienced, heat blooming in your core as you burst into more tears at the sensation. Shaking his head knowingly, Jake's voice is full of disappointment as he chastises you, "I gave you a chance, y/n, but you either lied to me, or you're just way dumber than I ever imagined."

"Look at all those tears," Ransom all but moans as he twists and pulls at your nipple, grinding subtly into your back as he holds you down for Jake's torment. "Keep it right on the head, pal- don't cut her any slack. What's the matter, sweetheart- huh? That too much for you? I thought you were a big girl who could handle big girl toys. Of course you're not," he laughs darkly, only egged on by the feeling of you writhing against him, "you're just a stupid little baby who needs to be taught a lesson."

"Think she's learning pretty quick," Jake comments as he practically drools at the sight of your wetness leaking out onto the bed beneath you. Using his free hand, he gently eases a finger into you, curling up gently to rub at your soft, spongey ceiling as your eyes roll back in horrific pain and pleasure.

"Please, please..." you're reduced to mere sobs as you feel the pressure of your orgasm building up more and more in your tummy. "Please, n-no-... wait-... stop-..."

"There it is. C'mon, baby. Cum for us, it's okay," Jake coos as he twirls the head of the bullet over your swollen clit. "That's it, there you go," he sighs with a small smile as you're forced over the edge, your back arching painfully as you squirt out onto his waiting hands.

"Fuck," Ransom curses from behind you, his cock bulging needily at the sight of you being forced to cum. "She's a fucking squirter, would'ya look at that. Better than anything I was dreaming of," he groans as your little toes twitch from the overstimulation, your sobs growing louder as you come down from your high.

"P-please, please, no more!" you hiccup, the continued vibrations against your now engorged button enough to bring you to your knees.

"You think she's learned her lesson, Ran?" Jake asks doubtfully, already knowing what the answer will be as he stretches you open to add a second finger before turning up the bullet another few notches.

"No, I don't think we're anywhere near finished," the brunette responds cruelly as he slaps his hand down a few times against your throbbing heat before pulling back on your lips again to spread you out once more. "She needs at least one more, maybe two. Gotta really show her how dangerous that little thing can be."

#eun's writing #darling dangers #kinktober 2022 #ransom drysdale smut #jake jensen smut #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #jake jensen fanfiction #dark!ransom drysdale #dark!jake jensen #chris evans #chris evans smut #jake jensen x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen imagine #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine

[navybrat817]

i was just thinking…… dark jake + cuddles would be a very very interesting combo 👀

Ooh. But what kind of cuddles, nonnie?

Is Jake climbing in bed while you're asleep so he can hold you?

Or are you wide awake with your panties shoved in your mouth to smother your protests?

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #cuddles #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[onsunnyside]

manipulative reader who has jake jensen under her thumb until his frat brothers show him how to handle a lady

sweet dork to mean daddy transformation

ooo i like this !! we're kicking off the #underrated daddy party with: frat boy jake jensen x spoiled brat!manipulative!reader:

🌟 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The door swings open and the booming music only fuels your anger, steam nearly blowing from your ears.

The tall frat president smirks, "Look who finally showed up."

You roll your eyes, slipping past him and stepping into the full and messy frat house. Other students occupy the couches and the makeshift bar in the kitchen, their loud chatter pauses to greet you, although you can only manage a stiff smile.

Your eyes scan the first floor, fleeting over familiar faces, "Where is he?"

"Your pet is upstairs." Ari swiftly blocks the staircase, his firm arm acting as a barricade. "But I don't think he wants to see you right now."

Anger bubbles in your stomach, blooming to your chest and your cheeks. You're seconds away from spitting in his face, ugh, Jake had the most annoying friends. "He said he would pick me up from the library over an hour ago. I had to walk back to my sorority house in the freezing cold, and then I see a video of him playing fucking cup pong at a party here."

Jake was never late or forgetful, he tried very hard to be there whenever you needed him—because he couldn't afford to lose the girl of his dreams. He did anything you asked, all it took was a flutter of your lashes and a comment about how upset you'd be if he didn't do an itty bitty favour for you, his girlfriend.

Don't you love me, Jakey? got him every time.

Ari hums, taking the last sip of his drink. "Oh, so you didn't see him making out with that chick."

Your eyes narrow, "he wouldn't." Jake was a virgin before you started dating and he was stupidly in love with you, he'd never ditch you for someone else. He didn't have the balls.

"Yeah, you're right. We told him to, but he didn't want to hurt you." Ari steps closer, blue eyes locked on your face. "At least he has a heart, unlike you, spoiled brat."

"Go fuck yourself." You duck under his arm and race up the steps, shoving past drunk college students until you arrived at a stark white door. You pause, listening for any moans or noises that would result in the indefinite end to your relationship but it's quiet.

Gripping the cold handle, you swing the door open and slam it against the wall. "Where were you?"

Jake spins around in his desk chair, headphones around his neck and his phone in hand. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"I waited an hour for you, then I walked home alone in the snow because you couldn't even answer your fucking phone." Who knows what could've happened to you? A creep could've snatched you up and made your evening into a nightmare, all because your boyfriend blew you off.

"I didn't want to." He shrugs as if it's the lamest thing in the world—like your well-being was below him, not even worth being an afterthought.

A few moments pass and your rage blossoms into disgust, your throat tightening at the sight of the man who used to treat you like a queen and pamper you any chance he got. Jake wasn't that same man, that's for sure.

"You know what? We're fucking done." With gritted teeth, you tear off his hoodie and throw it, he easily catches it with one hand. "I shouldn't have ever given you the time of day. You know how many other guys have begged me to leave your ass?" You exclaim, loud enough for people to hear out in the hallway. Good, you want them to hear all this shit. "I should've listened to them and dumped you a long time ago." What a fucking waste.

"Good luck finding someone who could tolerate you like I can."

You freeze, glaring at the video game poster on the back of his door.

"You want someone to bend over backwards for you, kiss the ground you walk on, and do whatever you say." You turn around, your fists clenched by your sides. "I didn't notice anything until my brothers brought it up—I was caring about you more than I was myself." With every word, he gets closer, "Do you know how miserable that is? To put someone else on a pedestal, and forget all about yourself?"

The knob digs into your back as you try to put some distance between you both.

"And you got off on it, huh? You liked watching me follow you around like a damn pet, a fucking servant."

You shove him, but he only grabs your hands and pins them above your head.

"You don't push me around anymore. Got it?" Jake grips your chin, forcing you to meet his heated gaze. "You're gonna do what I say when I say it and if you don't..." He trails off, his hand lowers to your throat, adding pressure until you gasp through gritted teeth, "I'll do a lot worse than just make you walk home."

"What—What is wrong with you!" You barely manage, trying to break free but he hikes your legs around his waist, grinding his bulge into your clothed core, his breath puffing against your cheeks.

He was enjoying this?

"Nothing at all. If anything, I'm better now, and you just gotta lose the attitude." He nudges your head to the side, pressing hot kisses along your jaw, "Why don't you show me how good you can be, baby? And daddy will give you a special treat."

me thinks... mean daddy!jensen is hot 👁👁 me also thinks jake would get some help from his frat bros if you were misbehaving 😵‍💫

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Kitty

Request: "I knew the moment I saw you." with Pet play + "You're cute when you fight it."

Warnings: this is a dark drabble and will include elements such as noncon, light hits, pet play. Not all elements are explicitly flagged, proceed at your own risk.

Note on Sleepover Drabbles: keep in mind that these drabbles may not align with the overall storyline of the Campus AU as they will focus on matching characterisation to given requests.

I would truly appreciate any thoughts and reblogs on these drabbles in spirit of the sleepover. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend and thank you for joining me!

The buckle nips at your skin as he tugs. The pink collar with matching leash is a perfect representation of your helplessness. The cat ears are crooked on your head, pushed slightly back from his incessant attention. He pulls you closer and gives you a pet.

You shy away. You’re tired, sore, and worn. You want to be alone, untouched. His hand cradles your chin as he plays with your lower lip, tracing up to your cheek as he squeezes your lips to a pout.

“Good kitty,” he praises as you look up at him with glistening eyes. 

You grab the leash and pull. Hard. You’re angry. You don’t get angry. He huffs and takes the looped end, snapping it against your bare shoulder.

“Now, kitty, don’t be bad,” he warns.

“Stop,” you beg, “I don’t like this.”

“You’ll learn, pet,” he moves your hand away from the bubblegum leather, “but you’re kinda cute when you fight it.”

You sniff and wiggle your nose. You don’t like it and you don’t want to learn. Restrained and reclusive, all upon his will. You would never guess at first glance the depth of his derangement. That someone so sweet could be so cruel.

“Please, Jake–”

“Ah!” He whips you again with the leash, this time across your thigh, “be good.”

“Master, please,” you beg, “I want to go home.”

“We’re not done. Not even close.”

You don’t miss the twitch in his briefs, the orange and black stripes doing little to hide his once more growing excitement. He fixes the ears and pats your head once more.

“Promise me you’ll be good a little longer,” he points at your face, like a misbehaving puppy, “I got you a gift but I can’t give it to you if you’re going to be naughty.”

Your cheeks tremble and you try to smile. Your expression crumples to a futile frown and he tilts his head. He holds up the end of the leash.

“Can you stay for me, kitten?” he asks.

You bat your lashes and nod. He nods and lays down the end of the leash before he stands. He turns away and you watch his muscular back as he marches across the room. You look down as the wood of his dresser grinds. The see-through baby doll with the pink fur along the edges makes you sweat.

He returns to you, drawing your attention before your doubts can bubble through.

“Now, you can’t be my kitty without a cute little tail,” he holds up a silver plug, a fluffy pink tail with white rings connected to the end. Your brows draw together.

You stare, not knowing what to say. He shows you the small bottle of lube hidden against his palm. 

“We’ll be nice, kitty,” he says.

“But…” you push your lip out and hold back a fearful sob. If you say no, he might not be so nice, and his nice is rather mean.

“I knew the moment I saw you,” he pops the cap, “that you’d be my perfect little kitten.”

#Jake Jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #the losers #dc #campus au #campus sleepover #au #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble

[slothspaghettiwrites]

would you ever do a part 2 for you you and me?

Oooooh I think so... That was such a yummy fic 🤤

Just think about Jake taking an anonymous video of him and you. He edits it carefully before sending it to you. He needs you to see how good he would be for you.

#sloth asks #nonnie #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen smut #jake jensen

[krirebr]

Updated 3/24/24

Tag lists are open

Here is a current list of all of the work I've posted here. I write mostly for Chris Evans characters and all of my work is intended for an 18+ audience. Minors please DNI.

My asks are always open for questions about any of my work! And they're currently open for drabble prompts as writing to prompts is a skill I'd love to develop. 💜💜💜

🖤 Dark 😥 Angst 🥵 Smut

Steve Rogers

What You Can Do For Your Country

Being Captain America is a lot harder than anyone realizes. Steve thinks you might be able to help. 🖤

Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste. 🖤🥵

Curtis Everett

I Know I Should Know Better series

Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it? 😥🥵

Ransom Drysdale

Psycho Killer AU

Summary: A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life. 🖤🥵

More Than This series

Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn. 😥

Andy Barber

Trapped AU

Andy keeps telling you how lucky you are that he chose you to be his wife. 🖤

Drabbles and Headcanons

Curtis + soft!dark + soothe 🖤

Jealous Ex Ransom

Sequel 🥵

Relax - Jake Jensen

Curtis Takes the Snowpiercer 🖤🥵

Arranged Marriage Steve Headcanon

Krismas Party Drabble Masterlist

Moodboards

#masterlist #steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #curtis everett x reader #chris evans fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #dark!ransom drysdale #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #jake jensen x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

One Masterlist

Spiritual successor to Forbidden Lessons with Professor Steve ft. Jake Jensen

One is the Loneliest Number

One on One

One Little Thing

Only One I See

One Thing Leads To Another

One Message Waiting

One Day Closer to You

I’m the Only One

Plus One

Ticket for One

The Wrong One

Number One

One Small Change

One Step Too Far

One Side of the Story

Just One Look

One Way or Another

One Moment of Doubt

One False Move

One Second

#professor!steve #professor au #au #college au #steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #the losers

[foxgloveprincess]

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).

Status: Ongoing

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader 

🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader 

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️

💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader 

🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 

🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️

🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 

👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 

💍 On Another Level (3) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

#ari levinson x reader #mr. freezy x reader #jake jensen x reader #ari levinson fanfic #mr. freezy fanfic #jake jensen fanfic #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfic #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfic #coming soon: #lloyd hansen x reader #tw kidnapping #kidnapping #attic wife trope #basement wife trope #dark #dark fic #non con #tw non con #dub con #tw dub con #masterlist #attic wives anonymous #attic wives anonymous masterlist #18+ #minors dni