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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.”

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Honeymoon|part 1

WC:3k+ GIF by hettiesworld

[dark!trailerpark!Jake x neighbour!Reader]

[warnings: Jake Jensen being flirty?, 6'5 Jake he's a big nerd that's buff, There's not much this chapter 😌 he's just a sweet baby to you]

Living in the trailer park could sometimes be unforgiving. But that was only to those who didn't dwell there. For you it was home. You knew the ins and outs of the park and who lived where. In your eyes, it was a close knit community where everyone was safe and loved. Almost like a big family.

You lived closest to the front near the entrance of the park. You liked this spot it was in front of Oldman Linton. He was one of your favourite neighbours as he always came back with some wool after he went shopping and all he asked for in return was a cup of tea, as he claimed yours were the best.

You lived simple here, all your needs were easily met and there was a huge shop about a 20 minute drive away which you could easily get the bus to.

Your job was one you adored and took pride in. You made clothing and blankets for people. They merely had to message you online, specify what they wanted. And then when you'd made it, they'd send the money and you'd send the item. It made working from home so much easier. You were truly happy as it felt like you were blessed with a quaint life which anyone humble would be jealous of.

Your trailer was perfect too. You had a cute swinging bench outside which were perfect for looking at the sun setting after a long day of sewing and crocheting and everything else.

Inside though was cozy and cute, at least that's the words Linton used. The entire floor of the trailer was covered in a white fluffy carpet, except the kitchen and bathroom which had pink tiles. You had a small pink over and microwave. Infact your entire kitchen was pink! It made your life sweeter which you adored. Your bed was a small single one, decorated in throw pillows and extra blankets as it was starting to get cold. And ofcourse on your bed layed lila. Your bunny stuffy which you took with you when you moved out of your parents house. It truly tied your trailer together.

Yet your peacefulness was disturbed this morning by a loud road of an engine. One that belonged on a fierce motorbike which was always accompanied by a fierce man. However you decided to explore anyway, as you'd heard rumors of someone moving into the trailer directly next to yours meaning a new neighbor who you could ask for sugar when you ran out when baking cupcakes.

You opened your door and the engine cut off. You stepped outside clad only in your thin white nightdress and a dressing gown. You watched a man get off the bike and take his helmet off when he turned to you, making you breath catch in you throat. He was beautiful. His blonde hair was short, he had a strange beard yet it suited his face perfectly, plump pink lips and the prettiest blue eyes you think you'd ever had the honour of gazing at. And then you did a double take as you saw how big he was. He was massive! He looked to be 6'5! His height and how muscly he was made your knees shake yet you decided to blame that on the cold breeze that just swept by that snapped you out of your stupor.

You were none the wiser to the man also taking you in, admiring the craftsmanship of your body. From every curve that shaped you to each dent that formed you, he was undeniably attracted to you. After you both had explored each other with your eyes, your face broke into a smile making his heart race slightly over how you looked like sunshine and sweetness on a stick. You walked over to the edge of the decking of your trailer so that you could be closer and you looked down slightly and spoke.

"Hi there! Are you moving in?"

"I am indeed, I take it your my neighbour."

"I am, just a warning I'll probably be popping by a lot to ask for sugar but I'll always repay you with one of my cookies or cupcakes."

"Well sweetness, I think that we're gonna be very good neighbors and excellent friends then because I have an incredibly sweet tooth. I'm surprised my teeth are rotting from talking to you. My name's Jake."

You blushed at his words, he was so flirtious that you couldn't do anything but blush. He'd knocked you off your feet with his overwhelming compliment of how sweet he thought you seemed. After regaining your thoughts you smiled at him and told him your name to which he hummed and said,

"Yeah it matches you sugar. Pretty name for a pretty girl."

To which you blushed again at. You smiled at him and spoke getting acquainted with him while he was putting his boxes in his deck getting ready to move in. You rounded him to be nerdy but you thought it to be cute how smart he can be. It reminded you to never ask him to play chess as he would ultimately destroy you within at least 5 moves.

You also thought him funny and sweet, the entire time you were speaking he was flirting with you and making you giggle. Yes you liked your new neighbor. He was so attractive and sweet. What more could you ask from someone. You decided to retire back to your home so you could begin on an order which was a Cardigan that had teddy bears and clouds on it. You thought it to be utterly adorable and you were almost finished. You just had to add buttons on it and make sure it wasn't loose anywhere. So you bid goodbye to Jake and wished him luck with unpacking.

After an hour or two, you weren't quite sure time seemed to get sucked into a pit of nothingness when you were working, you finished the cardigan! You decided to try it on and see if there were any faults in the fabric, yet there were none. You decided you would keep in on to keep you warm while you went out to stretch your legs.

As you went out, you saw Jake sweating from carrying all those boxes adorned in a pink t-shirt that read 'Go Petunias!'. You found it adorable. Jake caught you staring and decided to break you out of your thoughts by explaining the top;

"It's my niece's football team."

"Huh?"

He chuckled and pointed at his top. He saw your face flush at being caught staring at his chest and the shirt he wore.

"Yeah she's in the playoffs. She's a great kid. Gotta show support for the teams or else I'd be a real crappy cheerleader."

You giggled at him, "Well you're definitely the best cheerleader I've seen. It's cute, I love it."

Jake smiled as the blush hit his cheeks, "thanks sugar, maybe you can be my cheerleader. Ya know, support me when I'm tired from cheering."

You both broke out into laughter at this notion but you knew deep down you would if he asked you to. You already trusted him purely from how kind he seemed. Maybe that's why so many people called you gullible. You were oblivious to the idea he could be a bad man, all you saw was the sun radiating from his smile, not the blood that was splattered on his face from the past.

As you were once again suffocating yourself in the idea of you and Jake, he noticed that you had changed your fluffy dressing gown for a cute cardigan that had bears and clouds decorating it. He thought it was adorable, you truly were sugary sweetness just wrapped in anything cute and cuddly.

"I like your cardigan, where did you get it, I'm sure I can add it to my cheerleader uniform."

"Oh! I made it haha, I'm just trying to wear it in so there's nothing wrong before I send it away!"

"Wow, you made that. Damn. Is it a hobby?"

"Oh no it's my job! People can put orders online and stuff. And I make it! From blankets to dresses, I do it all. When I've made it they send the money and I send it off!"

Jake was in awe, you would make a perfect little house wife. You could cook and bake, and now you can make clothes. He was mesmerized by everything about you. His mouth spoke then before his mind could stop him;

"Ya know sugar, if you ever need anything fixing in your trailer just make me a new sweater and it's fixed!"

You giggled at him but noted it down. You were going to make him a sweater that had a cupcake on it. You knew he'd like it from how he kept calling you sugar, he liked the sweet stuff in life. And you were determined to wrap him in your own personal version of sweetness.

"I'll keep that in mind Jake! I've gotta go but it's super awesome having you as my neighbour!"

"And you too sugar. You need anything doing online, let me know okay?"

"Okay." And with that you saw him smile before you turned and your face painted it's own smile with a matching blush on your cheeks. No time for flirting, you thought. You had to notify the girl online you made her item and get your money!

Ever since then you had been working on the sweater for Jake, trying to make it perfect so he could stay warm during this cold time and also look handsomely cute too. All the while you would bump into him every morning and you would invite him to sit with you on your bench with a cup of tea or coffee each.

You adored the mornings with him, his voice would still be gruff from just waking up and he'd be so soft, retelling stories of when he was in different countries yet never telling you his job leaving you to ponder his secret. Yet you liked the mystery, he was like a nerdy James Bond in your mind and you used that idea in your fantasies far too often when making his sweater.

It was a month later when you had almost finished the sweater, yet you needed a break. And decided you needed to go shopping. So you grabbed your purse and some bags so you carry your shopping home on the bus and began on your journey.

You were dressed in a small lilac dress which had small white flowers swirling all over it. You matched it with a purple jacket you bought years ago. It was aged but it was still so pretty to you as the buttons were little roses and were decorated to beautifully. You cherished it especially with this dress.

As you got off the bus, you began on your small walk to store and just as you were pulling a trolley out of the lot you heard a gentle shout of your name. You turned and saw Jake with a flush on his cheeks from what you assumed was his jog. He beamed at you.

"Hey there cupcake, didn't know you were shopping today, if I did I would have offered you a ride."

"I decided I needed to stretch my legs before I let my project consume me as well as my work. Plus I think I might bake some cookies!" You flashed him an excited smile as you spoke to him.

Jake could have swore he almost had a heart attack from your pretty smile but instead decided he wanted to extend you two hanging out for as long as possible as he adored your optimistic presence. It's something that he didn't have a lot with his line of work. So he was bathing in the loveliness while he could.

"Come on sugar, give me that. I'll help you and then I can give you a lift home on my bike."

As Jake intercepted you and took the trolley, you froze and let out a squeak to which he immediately looked down at you in concern.

"What's wrong sugar?"

"I've never been on a motorbike! And I'm scared so I- I'll just get the bus!"

"No, no, no. Angel you're gonna ride the bike with me, I promise I'll keep you safe and I'll even drive super slow okay?"

After a moments pause, you sighed and puffed your cheeks out

"O-okay."

"Atta girl! You'll be fine angel I promise."

As you were going down the food isles nattering about the new order you got of a skirt which was long and black yet had little purple flowers on it, you looked and saw him smiling.

"Why are you smiling Jakey?"

"Because sugar you're so lovely to be around. In my line of work I'm used to sour and bitter things but you're so sweet. I'm so glad I'm retired, it makes me appreciate sweet things like you."

You blushed heavily at his words. You felt overjoyed that he appreciated you, he truly thought you were sweet and you couldn't help but let that get to your head bit. Yet as you were basking in the compliment Jake had kindly given you, you looked and saw him gazing at a woman across from you and you immediately turned to look. And with that your heart fell and crumbled quickly. She was the opposite of you completely and you could tell Jake was attracted from how he scanned her up and down.

You felt so stupid ofcourse you weren't his type. You're too trusting! You need to stop getting caught up in fantasy and instead focus on reality which is where he only saw you as his friend. With a heavy sigh you swallowed you fragmented heart and set off down the ilse slowly so Jake wouldn't think anything was wrong.

You decided to bite the bullet and ask the question,

"So do you have your eye on any lucky ladies?"

He let out a loud hearty chuckle making you confused on if he was or not. After clearing his throat he smiled and answered you in an amused tone,

"I don't sugar, but I'll definitely let you know if I do. Maybe you can tell me if you think they're nice or not hmm?"

With that said your fears were wiped free and you felt a calmness settle in your heart and you began nattering again to him about what to bake when you get home which he would eagerly reply with a joke of asking to taste test your baked delights.

As you were at the checkout, Jake told you to start packing the bags and ofcourse you followed his order, he had a domainating aura around him which you surrendered to every time. You were clueless to him getting his wallet out until it was too late.

As you were carrying your bags you began walking fast upset. Jake immediately noticed and caught up stopping you.

"Hey sugar what's wrong? I thought I was biking you back home?"

You puffed your cheeks out and with tears in your eyes you poked at his chest angrily and spoke,

"You shouldn't have paid! It was my stuff and now I feel like I have to pay you back and I don't want to! I worked hard to be independent and now everyone's gonna think I'm codependent on you!"

After you angry words, tears streamed down your face which Jake quickly wiped away with his large hand. He soothed your thoughts before they could wreak further havoc in your sweet little mind.

"I'm sorry angel, but I promise you, you don't. And even if you think so, then think of you as being my friend payment enough. It's amazing to have someone to talk to again honestly. And no one's gonna think that sugar. Everyone knows how amazing you are. Okay? Just don't let this get to your head baby, it's not worth it."

After his sweet words he kissed your forehead and you began your walk back to his bike where he put all your shopping in a large back pack and helped you put it on before placing a helmet on your head. He got on in front of you and you instantly wrapped you arms around his waist tightly in fear. And then you were off.

You will admit it was nice, and you were safe, after everything you ended up baking cupcakes and brought him a freshly decorated one before quickly going to Linton's and giving him one too, where you stayed to talk to him about your new projects. All in all you would say it was a fun day.

It was 2 weeks later when your fridge broke and your sink started leaking. You had no other option but to ask Jake for help. However you finished the sweater last week and you were proud of yourself. It was a dark blue and on the chest it had a cupcake on it and underneath it had the words sugar on it in white writing. It was definitely cute and you loved it.

Swallowing your anxiety down, you took a breath and grabbed the neatly folded sweater before heading to Jake's trailer. You gently knocked on the door 3 times before he answered it. Wearing only a pair of loose tan pants. His well built torso on display. You would have oogled him yet you were too busy worrying about the leak in your kitchen spreading to you fluff carpet. So you pushed your arms out with the sweater held in it and spoke quickly,

"You said if I ever had any problems in my trailer you'd fix them if I made you a sweater! So I made one and I urgently need your help, pretty please."

Jensen was taken aback by the fact that you had taken his words seriously, and he could feel his heart melt for you. You were perfect, truly. He knew then he wanted you as his little wife. You made him a damn sweater just so he would help you. What would you do when your married, would you make him special blankets? Would you make clothes for your babies? How many kids would-

His thoughts were cut out by you whispering please and giving him puppy dog eyes. He was a slave to you right then and there. So he simply nodded and took the sweater from your arms and placed it on the counter next to his door before he followed you, rushing to your trailer.

Within minutes you were explained the problem and within seconds he had appeared with a tool box and began working. Relieved of your temporary stress you sighed and got back to your own work. You were now making a cute white dress that had long puffy sleeves and was corset like. It was honestly one of your most beautiful works. You were going to call it the butterfly dress due to the neckline looking almost like butterfly wings.

As you both continued working, you allowed idle talk to fill the air, Jake was asking about your love life to which you simply giggled and said you didn't have one, further making Jake want you to be his. The more you two spoke the more determined Jake was to have you as his in name, in body, mind, soul and heart.

After he fixed everything he stood behind you as you were working on the bodice of the dress and he leaned down and kissed your head whispering sweetly not to work too hard. You could feel your heart explode with happiness over how kind Jake was.

As you were about to continue working, Jake interrupted your thoughts just as he was leaving,

"Oh angel remember a while back, you asked if I had my eye on anyone?"

You felt your heart dip into your throat in anxiousness over fear that your silly little crush was to be over in seconds.

"Y-yeah."

"Well I do now." But before your heart could break he flashed you a cheeky smile and a wink. Making you blush heavily. It was official you liked Jake Jensen, and you think he liked you too.

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Cyber Monday, Jake Jensen

Word Count: 631

Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex/smut, soft dark Jake Jensen

“Baby…I-I can’t focus with you like this.” Jake said nervously as his fingers worked quickly on the keyboard. You ignored his pleas and he tried to take a deep breath, which came out more like a shudder. He was losing his focus and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he caved in completely, “j-just give me a few minutes and I’m yours…b-baby…fuck….s-s-st-oh god, that’s the spot…so fucking good.”

You giggled at your boyfriend’s insistence as he tried to focus on his computer, but his head lulled back against the headrest of his gaming chair. His hand twitched as his hands fell away from the computer’s keyboard and mouse and they gripped the armrests, “baby-fuck…oh god, right there, princess.”

His hands slipped from his armrests and tangled themselves in your hair as his eyes rolled back into his skull. You continued your work, bobbing up and down on his length, while your own hands massaged his balls.

“Oh, fuck, I love you baby…”

Your tongue swirled around his shaft, and his hips bucked as your tongue flicked over his tip. You could feel the prominent veins practically throbbing on the underside of his cock as your tongue followed them back down to his heavy sack.

Jake pulled you off of his cock harshly, your mouth releasing him with a sloppy pop and a mess of drool and his precum slid down the shiny shaft, coating his balls. You barely had enough time to yelp before he had you pulled out from beneath the desk and slammed chest down over his desk, the computer laying forgotten as you heard the tearing of the lingerie you’d bought and worn to tease him with.

A quick slap was brought down on your bare core, and you jumped feeling the sting on your sensitive clit, “Jake!”

“Such a naughty girl,” he hissed in a husky voice, his thick digits slipping between your wet folds. You moaned, and you felt the pressure of his weight on your back as one of his fingers slid inside of you. His other hand slipped around your waist and lifted you slightly. You gasped, feeling his erection pressing against your ass, “wonder which hole I should take first...hmm, baby? Which of your holes do you want me to stretch? That pretty little pussy, or that sweet, cute little ass?”

“J-Jake…”

“I was trying to be good,” he teased, adding a second finger to start stretching your cunt. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second and he began nibbling on your neck. You whimpered when he nipped at your sweet spot, “trying to get you a nice little Christmas present because I know you’ve been wanting one…”

Your eyes opened and you curiously peeked at the computer. Your mouth parted when you spotted the ring you’d been eyeing up, the jewelry store’s site plastered on the screen, “good girls get rings, sweetie…but you’re being so naughty…”

“Wh-what do-oh god,” you moaned, clenching down on his fingers as he started stroking the spongey spot inside of you, “fuck…Jake-jus-just wanted, oh. …make…feel good!”

“Do you know what naughty girls get?” he taunted, ignoring your little whimpers. A shiver ran down your spine as Jake chuckled, the huskiness in his voice making your nipples harden against the desk. He removed his fingers, and you were about to object to the actions when you felt his cock sliding home. Your eyes widened and you let out a pornographic moan as he began to relentlessly fuck into you, “naughty girls get their daddy’s cocks, baby girl! They get fucked hard on the desk and a reminder that brattiness only ends in a sore, achey little set of holes.”

You clenched around your boyfriend, his member stretching you as he fucked your brattiness into next week.

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brandycranby · 1 year

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hi nonnie 😚💕💕 erm have this 180° turn from my usual fluff and comfort 😣👉🏼👈🏼

from my dark!felon!jake x virgin!reader x dark!felon!curtis fic, home invasion AU 🫣 tw non-con -> dub-con

“You’re such a pretty thing,” his thick fingers trace your nipple before pinching it. “Innocent, huh?”. He laughs as you mewl and beg him to leave you alone, you won’t tell anyone where they went, just go away, please. The insistent brush of his thumb across your sensitive tit sparks lightning in your veins no matter how you deny it. By your side, Curtis’s free hand comes to fondle your other breast roughly, twisting the nipple with a violence that your body had never been subjected to, that you’ve never been made to feel.

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babyjakes · 8 months

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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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rainydayandmondays · 4 months

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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.

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#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

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krirebr · 7 months

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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

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darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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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

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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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 · 2 years

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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

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Honeymoon| part 2

WC: 3k+. GIF by weheartchrisevans

[dark!trailerpark!Jake x neighbour!reader]

[warnings!! Murder!! Noncon breeding kinda!! smut!! stalking!! animal deaths!! gorey scenes!! Literally just Jake being unhinged. He's dark asf!!]

Ever since that day that Jake helped you in your trailer, you've become closer then ever. Infact you would ever proudly claim you were his best friend. As traditions had arisen in the months he stayed with you. You had a Monday evening tradition where you both take a break from work and sit on your swing bench and watch the sunset while you pretended you were married. You adored it so much as he took playing your fake husband to heart. He would hold your hand and kiss your knuckles while talking about your imaginary wedding day. It was so cute! But in reality you had no idea that he was talking about the wedding you were going to have. In Jake's mind by using these "traditions" he could help you get used to married life with him. He was plotting and planning ever since you gave him that sweater.

He was proud of all these "traditions" he implemented into your little mind, and he was even more proud that you fell for them and obeyed them. His favourite was every fortnight on Sunday, you would go to his trailer and cook a home roast. You took pride in your cooking and he loved watching you float around his kitchen. It made him so hard. You were the perfect homemaker and he knew you were going to be his.

Out of all the traditions, your favourite was the Saturdays that came a week before your Sunday roast. You and Jake went out to clubs and pubs and drank until you got wasted and he took you back to his trailer to sleep the booze off. You loved it so much because you could let your hair down and not have to worry about being hit on by any strange men. You could dance freely and know that Jake's protecting you.

However, lately ever since you've gone out he's been more possessive. Whenever you got free drinks from a random guy, he would push it away claiming it might be drugged and then bought you a drink instead. And then when you wanted to go dancing he would follow you and dance with you, his hand were always on your hips. The worst case was going to your local and the server calling you Jake's girl rather than your name which you knew he was aware of.

Despite all of it though it was nice, it helped you with your silly crush as when you closed your eyes when you danced, you could pretend that you were dating and he had taken you out. It was always so fun. Until it wasn't.

Almost every single time you've gone out when you've deemed Jake to be possessive you've had to cut the night short after he got into a fight. Whenever you asked why his knuckles are bloody or his lip is busted he would reply,

"Because sugar, those vermin's were hitting on you when you're clearly with someone. I'm not having anyone looking at you like that."

"But Jake-"

"But nothing, if some fucking shithead thinks that they can have you, they'll have another thing coming. Got it sugar?"

"g-got it."

It scared you how possessive he could be. You knew he would never go beyond fighting but when you put your small TV on when making a new item, there would always be news of a murder of one of those men that hit on you and an inkling of doubt would hit you. Jake wouldn't kill though. He just wouldn't, not for you.

When in reality he had, he had killed 7 men for you. All because they said something vile, well except one who merely looked at you in the way only he should. He took that man's eyes. He knew you would never suspect him too. It was truly perfect for him. He was so happy he has moved to this trailer park.

As weeks went on you noticed peculiar things happening around you, like there would always be a lavender flower in your doorstep every morning. And every Wednesday you went to see Linton, when you returned your fridge would be fully stocked. You confronted Jake about this but then your remembered it couldn't have been him, he was out every Wednesday repairing tech at the local IT shop. You were utterly confused and Jake could sense it. He hugged you as told you he'd protect you, for now you just needed to keep an eye out for who this could be.

And you truly did try, until one day a pair of your panties disappeared from right under your nose leaving you terrified. Not only did a pair of your panties disappear but one of your bras did too. You would brushed this off as it dissapearing in the laundry but you clearly remember putting them back in your draws. Plus with everything strange happening to the murders to the food, you knew it had to do with it. And you were completely and utterly scared. You had a stalker and they were smarter than you and kept avoiding Jake, who you know would protect you.

Without a moments pause you ran to Jake's trailer, hurriedly knocking with tears pouring down your face. When Jake opened the door you could help but throw yourself at him, needing to be reminded that he can protect you and that he's here for you. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you further in while kicking his door shut. He walked back to sit on his dark red couch and had you straddle his lap, you leaned forward and buried you head in his broad shoulder. After calming you down a few minutes later, he broke the concerned silence with gentle whispers, scared that any loud noise would rattle your bones and send you running.

"What happened sugar?"

With a hiccup you replied just as quietly shaking until Jake placed his hand on your cheek and stroked it, wiping your tears away.

"My underwears been stolen and with everything going on I'm, I'm scared! I think I have a stalker and they're always in action when you're not here! They know!"

"Hey, hey, heyyyy. It's okay sugar. If you want you can stay here for the week and I can set up some cameras around your trailer to see who it is hmm?"

"you'd do that fo- for me?"

"In a heartbeat sugar."

And with that sweet sentiment hanging in the air, Jake went with you to your trailer to gather some things while you stayed, while you were packing and updating people that there orders might be late due to personal issues, Jake was setting cameras up easing a small part of your fear. And with your stuff you left your trailer and Jake locked it before retrieving something you didn't remember.

As you were setting your stuff up in Jake's trailer, he entered and smiled at you. God, he was one step closer to you being with him. He knew the stalker simulation he's doing would scare you into his arms. But he knew he had to continue for you to be completely dependent on him, and move in. He hid your panties and bra that he stole underneath his floorboard. He knew you wouldn't ever want them back, especially now that they were soaked with his cum. But you didn't have to know that ever.

When you looked up you gasped and smiled, Jake had remembered to bring Lila with you. You ran up and hugged him. He truly was the best protector. And for once in your life you were okay with being codependent on someone.

Throughout the week you extended your tradition, and you were pretending you were a married couple the entire time you were there. In Jake's words "it'll ease you sugar knowing you're not alone and you have a protector. Plus you know my cuddles are best." And with that you agreed and every night you slept together. He would hold you tight and you felt comforted by this, he kept you close and that's what you needed. So you always snuggled back into him, ignoring the hardness that you always felt. You knew it was an involuntary reaction and he had apologized many times for it.

Yet when it was to be your last day staying at his trailer, thinking that your stalker had backed down things took a turn. You woke up earlier than Jake and had decided to have a look at the morning sun. As you walked onto the decking you turned to look at your trailer when a scream erupted from your lungs, waking Jake and sending him bolting after you. When he found you he pulled you to his chest and saw what you were looking at. He took you inside and comforted you.

He was glad that it worked. See he slipped you sleeping pills and an hour before you woke, he took 2 pigs and chopped there heads off. And then he left the 2 pig heads on your deck and put a ring box between the heads and wrote in their blood 'til death do we part'.

As messy as it was, it was a necessary part of his plan as he knew now you would depend on him for everything when it came to the outside world. He had to show how horrible the outside world could be and how you were only truly safe with him.

After your panic attack, Jake had offered for you to move in with him while he checked the cameras and claimed he only saw a man dresses in all black lingering and setting up the horrific scene. You eagerly agreed finding safety only in his blue eyes and the trailer you were currently in. As Jake put you back to sleep he waited until you were truly out before pulling out the panties and bra and all the hiden photos he had taken of you. His favourite was of you naked laying on your bed, like you knew he was photographing you. You were basically modelling for his hard cock and his needy mind and he was forever thankful for that. You never needed to know but he would always keep the photos.

After getting his collection of you, he headed to your trailer and grabbed your stuff before he placed his box of wonders under your bed. He knew you would never enter this place again without him. And you would never have to as he was collecting the rest of your stuff. You were finally moving in with him and he was one step closer to his plan. He was so excited. You were going to be Mrs. Jensen. Fuck even picturing you with his name got him hard.

'fuck it', he knew the curtains were drawn and the windows and door were locked. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock bobbed up, the tip was red and leaking precum. Already desperate for release. Jake wrapped your panties around his hand and then glided them up and down his cock making him let out a groan. God the entire week you'd been teasing him, snuggling against him, pushing your tits against his bicep, fuck when you push you ass against his hard cock and then jolt away when you feel in during cuddling. God he almost painted his pants like a teenager at least 3 times in the past week. At the memory of your plump ass temporarily against his hard cock, the photo of you and the panties around his cock, he came with a low groan. Yeah, it was going perfectly to plan.

One night, many weeks after you had moved in with Jake, you had convinced him to lay on the deck outside with you and look at the stars. So that's where to were now. Jake laid flat staring up at the sky, with you next to him, your head on his chest and his beefy arm wrapped around you to keep you close and warm. As you were looking you allowed idle chatter to slip through the cracks in hushed voices. Both of you spilling secrets, him about how he was forced to live in Bosnia for a while and you about how you once wanted a cat so much that you turned one of your pillows into a cat plushie.

Throughout all this chatter you let out a sigh and you lips whispered one of your most cherished secrets,

"One day I want my honeymoon to be like this. Staring at the stars, happy and inlove, dreaming about all our past lives where we looked at stars. But I don't think I'll ever get it."

With that said Jake turned to look at you, before he moved your head of his chest and he manoeuvred himself so he was above you, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before he spoke softly to you, keeping direct eye contact so you felt every emotion with his words.

"This is our honeymoon Mrs. Jensen. And you will have it, infact you do. Trust me sugar, we've done this charade plenty of times in our past lives."

And with that said you were awe struck, you saw the love in his eyes, and you couldn't help but quickly peak down at his lips. Jake quickly caught on and leaned down to gently capture your lips with his. Encasing this moment of love forever.

He got up and helped you up too and led you to his trailer. The second the door closed, he was on you. Kissing you and you returning the urgency. You were burning for him, every part of you needed him so you hastily began stripping and he did too. A messy trail of clothes led to the bed where he was currently on top of you kissing you while his tongue twirled in your mouth.

He kissed down your neck making sure to suck so that there would be hickeys showcasing that you were his. He kissed all the way down to your breast before he took a nipple into his mouth and began suckling and swirling his tongue around it while his hand rubbed your clit. You arched your back in pleasure. Soaking in the moment and how good it felt.

"I'm sorry baby I can't wait."

Before you could question what that meant you saw his big cock like up at your tight pussy. You closed your eyes ready for the pain, when you felt his hand intertwine with yours.

"If I'm ever going to hard baby, squeeze my hand okay." With that said he kissed you and leaned his forehead against yours before he pushed the head of his cock in. You bit back a loud whine of pain and screwed your eyes shut while he slowly pushed himself all the way in.

You waited a few moments adjusting to this feeling of being stuffed all the while Jake peppered your face with kisses, making sure you were okay before you kissed him and gave him the nod to start. With each steady rock of his hips he let out a groan and you accompanied that with a small whimper until he began thrusting and moans surrounded the room. You were both in heaven.

"Fuck baby, this tight little cunt is so snug around me. Fucking perfect for me. Gonna fill you up baby. Gonna fucking get you knocked up with my kid. My fucking woman."

And you knew you were close to reaching the gates, and you quickly did. All it took was Jake touching your clit with his big digits and you coated his dick. He groaned and his thrusts stuttered before he coated the inside of your cunt.

You laid beside each other attempting to catch your breaths. While you were still catching yours, Jake opened his draw and pulled a ring box out that held a ring. He took it out and placed it on your ring finger and kissed your hand. You giggled at him.

"You are now mine Mrs. Jensen."

"Is that right Mr. Jensen?"

"That's right sugar. You were always mine."

With that he kissed your head and you both drifted off to sleep dreaming of weddings and honeymoons.

After that you were happy, really happy. You finally got the guy. You were so happy that you were dating, you giggled whenever he called you fiancé as you knew he was just being silly. But today you decided while he was asleep to go back to your trailer and say goodbye.

Dressed in Jake's t-shirt and your panties you quickly scurried over to your trailer. Admiring how clean it now looked, it made you sad at how empty it was. Your home that you worked so hard for that you were scared out of. It wasn't fair. But you knew it was life and atleast you had Jake. You unlocked the trailer waking Jake up, causing him to panic. He quickly grabbed a rag and his chemicals and rushed as quietly as he could over.

As you walked in you were stunned when you saw Jake's cameras on your old bed, but your breath was quickly swept away when you saw your panties and bra that had gone missing. Not only that there were pictures of you scattered all over your bed, none of them you took. There was one specific photo of you that horrified you, and it was when you had a shower and had masterbated in there and then laid naked on your bed resting from the high you went through. It was covered in a white substance. And then it all clicked.

You looked down at the ring on your finger and tears spilled out of you eyes as you remember seeing it between the 2 pig heads. Before you could let out a scream a cloth covered you mouth and you became sleepy. All the while you were lulled by Jake's sad whispers,

"I'm so sorry sugar. It wasn't meant to happen this way. I'm so sorry. You weren't meant to find out. Please don't hate me. Please." And with his final plee your eyes fell you tumbled into dream land.

When you awoke, you let out a blood curdling scream immediately remembering the events that went down and how you were too terrified to register your heart breaking over Jake's betrayal of your trust. Speaking of the devil, he appeared in the room in seconds and let out a sigh. He strolled towards you and you shuffled away, until you realised that you were cuffed to the bed you were on.

In that moment you decided to take in where you were, it was a large room with a large white bed in the middle that you were currently held on. There was a huge window that you could open and walk out of, and then you registered the outside. A beach with an ocean. But there was no one there to see you were in trouble in fact it seemed like there was no one here at all.

You looked at Jake horrified,

"You! It was all you! You kidnapped me! Stay away from me Jake! You killed those men!"

"Yes it was sugar! But it was all for you. Everything I did was for you. And you loved it at the time, you loved the attention I gave you and I knew you were the one!"

"Jake, you sound crazy right now. You killed people!"

"They were bad men! They looked at you like you were a piece of meat! And the things they said, fucking freaks. You should be thankful I saved you!"

"Saved me?! You ruined my life!"

With that final outburst Jake let out a dark chuckle, before he lowered himself down to stare you directly in the eyes. The once vibrant blue you saw, was now dark and dangerous. You darent move out of fear that you upset him.

"Well if I ruined your life, it's a good thing you got a new one. Mrs. Jensen."

"What?"

"You thought that was a joke, it wasn't. When you put that ring on you agreed to be my wife, so I made it reality. And Mrs. Jensen don't stress too much. Our child needs to be healthy."

And just like that the light at the end of the tunnel went out. There was no escaping him. Not when you're married and with his child. He would never let you go. So you switched off your mind and went into autopilot. You let yourself be his mindless wife the entire time you were there.

"Don't you love our honeymoon sugar?"

As you were cooking dinner you heard the front door open and 2 small pairs of feet run towards it. You smiled. 4 years ago it turned out you were pregnant with twins. And Jake was ecstatic. You remember screaming and crying at him due your hormones and how you almost escaped him, your thoughts were cut off by 2 strong arms wrapping around your stomach rubbing your small bump.

Baby number 3 was on the way and you couldn't be happier. Jake kissed your temple and tucked his head in your neck watching you cook the roast for the family.

"Momma! Jack hit me!"

"No I di'nt! Momma Kaleb's lyin!"

Jake chuckled and you could feel the curve of his smile form in the crook of your neck.

"Don't worry momma, daddy's got this if you give him some sugar."

And with that said you turned your head and kissed him, allowing all your past thoughts about him being evil slip away. You smiled at him and he smiled back before heading off to sort your boys out. With a sigh you looked out the window and smiled letting your mind go. When Jake came back into the kitchen and resumed his position of holding you, you heard him hum before speaking,

"How about we go on another honeymoon?"

"Yes I'd love that honey, whatever you wanna do!"

"God Mrs. Jensen, I love you so much. I don't know how I was so lucky to be blessed by you sugar."

#jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen x you #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x woc!reader #dark jake jensen x reader #dark jake jensen #jake jensen x black!reader

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Fated, Chapter 33

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: aggression, fighting, TW: Loss of a child (not death, just given away-but it’s still traumatic), mentions to murder, major character death, manipulation, angst, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of blood. M/M relationship.

“Get away from me, Rain.”

The water nymph looked at the alpha, not understanding why he was upset. Ignoring his advice, she stepped closer, “Jake-“

“Why are you even still here, huh?” he all but yelled, throwing his beer bottle against his wall, “Why the fuck are you still here? YOU TOOK HER! YOU TOOK THE OONLY FUCKING THING THAT MATTERS TO ME! THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON I HAD LEFT IN THIS WORLD, AND YOU FUCKING GOT RID OF HER!”

“Jak-“

“NO!” He yelled, unleashing every ounce of his rage at her, “I don’t want to hear a single word from your mouth. All you do is fucking lie. All you do is twist people emotions and feelings around you’re your own sick, twisted benefit. WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT, RAIN! WHO THE FUCK DOES WHAT YOU DID TO HER? TO MY MIRACLE?”

“I had to.”

“BULLSHIT!” he screamed, “I fucking loved our pup. I didn’t care that it was half yours. I didn’t care that you were the one that birthed her. SHE WAS OURS! SHE WAS MINE! I LOVE HER! I TRIED TO PROTECT HER…BUT IT WAS YOU!”

“Ember would hav-“

“I LET MY MATE KICK ME OUT OF MY RELATIONSHIP FOR YOU! FOR HER! BECAUSE I WANTED MY PUP TO BE HEALTHY AND SAFE!”

“She is healthy…and safe…bu-“

“BUT YOU GAVE HER AWAY RAIN!” Jake screamed, “YOU GAVE AWAY YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER. FOR WHAT? BECAUSE YOU’RE A JEALOUS FUCKING WHORE WHO COULDN’T GET IT IN YOUR HEAD THAT I DON’T REALLY WANT YOU. THE ONLY REASON I STAYED WAS BECAUSE OF MIRACLE! BUT GUESS WHAT, YOU FUCKING THREW THAT AWAY. YOU THREW HER AWAY!”

“B-but you chose me.”

“For our pup’s sake!” he seethed, “because I wanted my daughter…but you fucking handed her off like she was nothing. BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T MATTER TO YOU! Because all of this is some sick fucking game to you.”

“Well now you know how it feels.”

Jake’s eyes snapped to Rain’s, “what?”

“Now you know how it feels,” she repeated angrily as she crossed her arms, “all you did was make me feel like shit with that comment…telling Ember that I meant nothing…telli-“

“This is all about some jealousy!” he accused, his rage becoming unhinged, “you birthed my daughter, only to give her up because you wanted revenge on your fucking sister?”

“It’s not just-“

“GET OUT!”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out, Rain,” he seethed, “or so help me god, I’ll fucking end you right here, right now.”

“No you won’t,” she spat, crossing her arms, “you wouldn’t do that.”

“You want to test that theory?” the alpha growled, taking a step towards her, “you took the only part of our relationship that I loved away from me…you really want to go testing that limit, pushing it even further, Rain?”

“I’m the only one that knows where she is…”

“Oh, Rain…I don’t give a fuck!” The wolf growled, his claws coming out as he did a partial shift, “I’ll get my fucking answers one way or another.”

“I don’t want to be the one to say this, but you’re not burning down our home next,” Chase said softly to the distraught, blood-covered alpha. Johnny raised a brow at his mate and Chase shrugged, “well someone had to say it…this is the second woman he’s had sexual relations with that he’s killed.”

“I’m done with women…”

“Okay I’ll be the one to say this,” Johnny said as he bit his lip. He put his hand on his older brother’s shoulder, “I love you, Jake…but you’re not joining me and Chase in bed…”

“What?” Chase teased, playing into the lightheartedness of his mate as he wrapped his arms around his mate’s middle “I could be in the middle. One of you behind and one of you in front of me…you don’t want to feel that? You two both had sex with Ember…don’t want to switch it up a little?”

“No man is ever getting access to your sweet ass other than me, mate,” Johnny growled playfully, “I’m going to keep unloading into that perfect ass until we’ve got a whole forest full of nymphs and shifters.”

Chase blushed at his mate’s words, and Johnny felt his cock twitch against his ass.

“Guys…I don’t want-“ Jake sighed, cutting himself off. The pair felt the air become thick once more as Jake shifted in his spot, “I-Ari told me to come here…Curtis and Steve are taking care of the cabin…they-they’re going to let Ari and Ember stay with them while they try to rebuild…and when the pup is bo-“

“Vanessa was already born Jake.” Chase shot a look to Johnny, who made a face, “shit…I shouldn’t hav-“

“S-she?” Jake asked, “she was born? A-and they named her Vanessa?”

“I think I heard the babies…” Chase said quickly, separating himself from the situation, “I’m going to go check on them…”

“She’s a beta…” Johnny confirmed, giving his brother a soft frown as his mate left him to deal with the situation, “she was born two days ago…but Ember wanted to stay on the mountain with her for a few days…”

“Her name was Mira…” Jake sighed, referencing his other pup, “i-it was short for Miracle…because, you know, Ember wanted me to get rid of her…so her even being alive was a miracle…especially since she was carried by Rain…who threatened me all the time that she’d get rid of the baby herself…”

“I’m sorry Jake.”

Jake nodded, unable to come up with the words as he thought about his pup. Sure enough, Rain didn’t say anything on where his pup was, even through all of the torture that Jake had put her through before he finally ended her suffering. But he was heart broken. Separated from his pups. Separated from his true mate. He felt like a failure as the tears welled up in his eyes.

“I promised her that I’d always be in her corner,” Jake sniffled, tears falling down his cheeks, “Rain left to the lake after she was born, for a few days, and she just left her with me…I held my little girl and promised her that I’d always be there…I took care of her while Rain was gone…a-and now…I don’t even know where she is.”

“Ja-“

“I need to find her, Johnny,” Jake said pitifully, “She’s the only thing I have left…I need to find Miracle…I need to find my pup. Sh-she may not need me…but I need her.”

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Ari asked softly. Ember nodded, looking at Ari, “we-we don’t have to do this if you’re unsure…we could just enjoy the night together under the stars…Steve, Curtis, and Autumn are watching Nessa…thi-“

“I want to do this Ari,” she said in response, looking to the man she’d planned a mating ceremony with. Ari nodded, “There’s a hot spring right here…a combination of both of us. Water and fire. And I want it to be special. Our coupling…it’s the unification of both of us.”

“It will be special sweetheart…it’s with you,” Ari cooed, brushing some of her dark hair from her face, “It’s always special with you.”

Ember felt herself melting not only into her mate’s touch, but his sweet words. He’d been so caring, so understanding over the fact that she wanted to move on; hell, he had even suggested it, knowing that it was taking a lot out of her. And she was so grateful to have him there for her.

“Ari…”

“Yes, Ember?”

“Will you be my mate?”

Ari blushed, “isn’t it the guy that usually asks that?”

She smiled, taking his face in her hands, and pulling him into a kiss, “Ari, I love you.”

“I love you too Ember,” he cooed, rubbing his nose against hers, “My beautiful, perfect mate. The mother of our pup.”

“And hopefully to many more?”

He smiled, “oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. You better learn to swim though…I can’t keep a whole school of baby selkies in line.”

She giggled as he pulled her into a kiss this time. She moaned against his mouth when he nibbled on her bottom lip. She gasped, and he swallowed her moans, muffling the noise as his tongue explored her mouth.

Her hands worked quickly on the towel that held his nakedness from her, and she felt his large hands do the same to hers. When he felt his towel being removed, he backed up, taking hers with him. Ari groaned at the sight, his cock twitching freely.

He growled, noticing his mate’s thighs clenching instinctively, and he felt himself salivate, “you’re so beautiful mate.”

“You’re a work of art,” she replied, appreciating the man’s beauty. Ari blushed as his mate’s eyes slowly stared down his body. Over the pecs peppered with hair, down the muscular abdomen and nearly there six pack that seemed to create ridges along his broad form, and finally to his large cock that stood at attention, rock hard and begging for her, “and I get to call you mine.”

“I’m all yours, mate,” Ari growled, eyeing his mate’s full, heavy breasts. His cock twitched and a smile showed up on Ember’s face, “all yours, my sweet queen.”

Ember backed away, leading Ari to the hot spring; their hands the only thing that connected them in the moment. He watched her hips sway, the heart-shaped ass beckoning him to continue to follow her.

A low rumble started in Ari’s chest, and he noticed her tail twitching as she slipped into the water. Ari felt his muscles instantly relax when the bubbling water touched him, and as he emersed himself in it, he felt more at home than ever.

Ember let go of his hand, but he was quick to wade after her, pinning her to the edge. She wrapped his arms around his neck, and he leaned down for their lips to meet once more. This time it was her that bit at her mate’s bottom lip, and Ari’s grip tightened around her hips. She locked them around his waist as he continued to pin her.

“Em-“

“Make love to me, alpha,” she begged, “let me feel you.”

Ari slid his hand beneath his mate’s lower half, and gripped his hard cock, lining it up with her entrance. She shivered, feeling the large, veiny length tapping her channel, but rolled her hips regardless.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Ari groaned, his free hand bracing himself on the river rock behind her, “a-are you sure? Once I start, there’s not going to be any stopping me.”

“Take me.” She said simply. Ari growled, his length slipping between her folds and into her tight, wet heat. His growl turned into a loud groan as he sheathed himself inside of her. She gasped, her head falling forward into his chest. Ari bucked his hips feeling her soft lips kissing his collarbone, “Fuck…alpha…”

“Ember,” he moaned, his hips finding a steady pace as he thrust into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she stretched around him, taking his loving thrusts, “mate…”

“Mate,” she moaned, her lips finding his mating gland. Ari’s breath hitched in his throat as his hips stuttered. She nipped on the swollen gland, and his rumbling started again, “Mine.”

“Mine,” he growled. Her nips turned to bites and she began sucking on his neck, his mating gland pulsing beneath her tongue. Ari felt himself getting worked up even quicker as she continued to work over the gland, “sweetheart-I-I’m trying to be gentle. Fu-fuck…I’m not gonna la-last.”

Without warning she bit down on the gland, her teeth sinking into the meat of his neck. Ari’s whole body went rigid momentarily as he felt the bond being opened on her side. His eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth found her neck. He growled at the jagged lines of his brother’s mark.

“Mine!” he growled once more. His tongue lathed over the healed lines and his teeth grazed over the marred skin. He felt possessive, animalistic almost as he nipped at her. She bit down harder, and he growled, his own teeth digging into her skin.

It felt like explosions went off in his mind as his teeth sank into her flesh, the bond feeling open on his side. He could feel everything she went through. The trauma that she had to endure. But at the heart of it, he could feel the love that she’d had for him. And it made his heart swell.

He felt like he was having an out of body experience as his knot popped inside of her, and he emptied himself into her. Their moans muffled by the other one’s throats. He could taste the slight metallic, coppery taste of her blood and he pulled away.

The couple looked at each other, with nothing but love and adoration across their faces. They felt so connected, so on the same page. Ember reached out and touched his cheek, “mate.”

“Mate.”

Chapter 34

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navybrat817 · 2 months

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😈 - 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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lilacevans · 3 months

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༊*·˚ main materlist | pete's place's opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairings & future pairings: pete brenner x female!reader. lloyd hansen x female!reader. ari levinson x female!reader. curtis everett x female!reader. steve rogers x female!reader. jake jensen x female!reader. (and others that will be revealed at a later date.)

word count: 1026 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: implied abusive relationship, homelessness, alcohol, general sadness.

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

✧.* ೃ⁀➷ notes: the intro is here!! it's here!! i proof read as much as i could, however some mistakes may remain. i was gonna share a little more, but i think this is perfect for setting up the first chapter! i'm so excited to share this with you! please let me know what you think! reblogs save lives! mwah! enjoy!!

A year after you packed brown boxes scrawled with black ink, clothes stuffed into various bags, and the hope of true love, into the back of your car, to move across the country to live with your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself one night in a heart pounding screaming match.

Thrown dishes, broken glass, picture frames on the floor. The remnants of a lost love etched by the sounds of your cries into the tattered walls of the home you shared.

With pleading cries, tear stained cheeks, and heart in your throat, you’re grabbed and shoved out the door in nothing but a pair of sweats, and shirt with a coat being darted at you whilst you laid on the ground. One too many hours were spent afterwards pounding your fists against the front door, begging to at least have your purse so you can get a hotel room.

Just as you were about to leave, looking down at your battered, red hands, your purse was dropped out of a window; the contents spilled onto the grass below. With a sigh, either sadness or relief; you weren't sure which, you bent to pick up your scattered belongings, cursing the man during.

Luckily, you had everything you needed; cash, ID, and your shitty, overused phone.

You called around for a cab, numb fingers shaking as you pressed the blurry numbers, but with it being Friday night, you were looking at a long wait so instead, you decided to cut your losses and walk to find the nearest hotel.

The downside of moving, and being essentially trapped within the same four walls for months on end, is that you quickly found yourself lost– and being lost on Skid Row was the last place you wanted to be.

You willed your tears to not fall after you walked by tent after tent, stranger after stranger, clutching your purse tight, old key’s spread between your fingers, and finally found yourself outside the Hotel Cecil. You laughed to yourself in disbelief of having to head inside and get a room; but nonetheless, you did just that.

Lying on a dingy bedspread, surrounded by more nicotine-stained walls, you muffled your cries behind your hands and slowly fell into a sombre slumber and wondered just how the fuck you had gotten yourself here.

Over the next few days, you walked around, getting to know your surroundings and applying for jobs left and right. You were forced to ration your food while you looked around for cheaper hotel rooms. You were trying your hardest to avoid the sprawls of clubs begging for dancers but after finding yourself downtrodden after applying for yet another job and getting immediately dismissed, and not having any luck finding a cheaper room, you walked back to your grubby hotel and bump— quite literally— into two drunk guys.

‘’Ooh, one of Pete’s girls,’’ The guy slurred while his eyes glazed filthily over your body making you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself.

‘’I don’t know who that is and I’m certainly not one of anyone's girls,’’ You defend, slowly backing away as the guy then sighs and points behind you.

‘’Well, you’d sure fit in with the rest of ‘em.’’

With that, the men carried on with their drunken journey while you left bewildered.

You shook your head and turned to carry on home when you were suddenly blinded by a huge, purple neon sign:

Pete’s Place.

Underneath a small notice hung from the sign read: Dancers Apply Within.

You looked around and whined quietly while you watched patron after patron enter the club. Two heavily built doormen eyed you. You shook out your bundling nerves, hung your head and followed the thump of the bass into the belly of the seedy club. Red and purple hues guided you into the belly of the club where you found red booths filled with drunk bodies that circled small stages. Girls with perfect form swirled around the pole, capturing the attention of everyone inside.

‘’And who might you be?’’

You turned to find a man staring intensely, glass warm in hand, sharp suit and sea-blue eyes. Your mouth hung, mind blank for a moment before sputtering out,

‘’Oh, I– I’m looking for the owner– I was hoping to… Audition…’’ You trailed off as the man began to circle you, fingers pried away your coat slightly, gaze wandering over your body. Calloused fingers tilted your chin upwards while he inspected your face before a slight smile appeared on his lips.

‘’Yeah, you’ll do,’’ He concluded and began to walk away. ‘’Follow me.’’

‘’I take it you’re the owner,’’ you inquired as you followed the man to the other side of the club and down a dimly lit hallway, smiling back at, what you assumed was, one of his girls. ‘’You’re Pete?’’

‘’That’s me,’’ he confirmed as you’re led into an office. ‘’Gonna need to see ID, need you to sign a couple contracts, and for you to take your clothes off,’’ he quick fired as he sat himself in his chair and threw a small stack of paper across the table.

‘’Excuse me? Contracts?’’

‘’All my girls sign to stay loyal to the club, I don’t need anyone running off and taking my profits with him– helps limit competition, and I need to see what I’m working with here, you’re not exactly gonna be wearing a winter coat out there. Usually you’d come during the day, work the pole but, I got three of my regular girls out tonight, so it’s your lucky day.’’

‘’Oh,’’ You answer simply, pausing before a moment. ‘’Right, yeah, lucky me– Of course,’’ you stumble out as you reach into your pocket and slide your ID on to his desk before peeling your jacket off and taking in a heavy breath before lifting your shirt over your head and sliding down your skirt with shaking hands.

‘’Over here,’’ Pete summoned, fingers tapped at his desk before turning his chair to the side to make use of empty space, relaxing into the chair with parted legs.

‘’Show me what you can do.’’

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darling dangers.

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."

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