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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 months
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Forever Home
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Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader x Jake Jensen Word Count: 1,851 Summary: All you ever wanted was a forever home. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. A fucked up verse where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people, but don't worry, our babes will fix that. M/F/M. Pet play elements. Anal toys. Praise kink. Implied size difference/kink. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Vaginal fingering.  
A/N: Ahhhh! I’m so excited to share this new verse with you. This was something I started over at my membership site and it was one of my faves. Without further ado, welcome to Pound Town. I hope you enjoy your stay 😏😘
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It started out like any other day, you waking up cold in your small kennel in the omega pound.
But you knew you shouldn't complain - there were plenty of other omegas who had it far worse than you. You were just happy you had a roof over your head and consistent food and water to keep you healthy.
You had just finished off your meager breakfast when one of the facility staff appeared on the other side of the glass wall of your room.
You perked up as he unlocked the door and motioned you out, almost smiling when he muttered it was bath time and they had a surprise for you today.
Soon you were clean and back in your kennel, naked still, and trying not to squirm too much at the new toy they had given you.
The plug felt uncomfortably big and heavy as it filled your ass, but you tried to focus more on the cute, fuzzy cat tail that swooped off the end of it, smiling a little as your hand strayed to your head and touched the pointed ears that sprouted off of the matching headband your now wore.
You knew some of the others may have felt silly adorned with such accessories, but they made you feel pretty, and you learned a long time ago that the easier you were to handle, the less mean the pound staff were to you.
You had just gingerly curled up on your thin mattress in the corner of the small space when another surprise greeted you.
The pound attendant had returned, but this time he had company - two men flanking him on either side. 
The one on his left was tall and lean, his dark hair shorn close to his head and matching the beard shadowing his beautiful, fair face. On the other side of the attendant stood a man a little shorter than the first but broader, especially in the shoulders. His hair was blonde and a little mussed, his eyes bright blue and sparkling behind the thin rims of his glasses.
Feeling shy under all three gazes, particularly the intense, unwavering stares of the two strangers, you daintily pulled your knees to your chest and let your gaze fall away. 
A moment later, the door to your kennel opened for the second time that day, and the attendant was once again snapping his fingers and calling you over. 
You were quick to respond, moving across to him and kneeling at his feet, not bothered in the least as he clipped a leash to the old, frayed collar hanging around your neck. 
When he stepped aside, the two strangers shifted closer, and you couldn't help but stare up at them, your eyes wide with curiosity and awareness, because they were so big.
The blonde was nearly vibrating with excitement, cooing, "Gosh, look at you! You're so pretty and smell so sweet!"
The happy chirp was falling past your lips before you could even think to stifle it, and your gaze shyly dropped a beat later as you felt a little overwhelmed by all of the sudden attention and admiration. 
A quiet purr rumbled from the brunette, and you squirmed even as the sound soothed you, realizing instinctively that he was an alpha. When you took a deep breath to try to quell your nerves, you got a whiff of two incredible scents at once.
The brunette's was musky and kissed with pine, and the blonde's was sweet and reminded you of candy.
A moment later, the men stepped back as the attendant led you from your kennel, and you trailed behind the three men as you were led down the long hall toward the playrooms. 
You felt your heart beat faster in your chest at the realization of your destination, because if you were going to a playroom, maybe, just maybe, you would finally be adopted!
Too busy with all the excited and nervous thoughts fluttering through your mind, you weren't paying much attention as the attendant laughed as he spoke about you to the two men.
"She's so sweet and docile, one of the few omegas that lets us dress them up and bathe her without issues," he glanced at you over his shoulder, giving the men a smarmy grin and wink as he said, "She's so responsive to praise and pets too, she'll pretty much let you do anything to her for a little bit of sweet attention."
It was the sound of the foreign snarl falling from the brunette's mouth that had you snapping back to reality, your eyes going wide as he growled at the attendant who looked about ready to pass out from fear.
"Hey, man, I was just joking! She's completely untouched and hasn't been knotted or claimed or marked at all, I swear! We have the paperwork to prove it!"
The rest of the walk was tense and silent, and you felt relieved to be corralled into one of the playrooms and for the attendant to scurry away and out of sight.
You shifted nervously as you knelt in the middle of the room, now alone with these two strangers.
"What's your name, omega?" the brunette asked as he moved closer. 
You whispered your name, your eyes bouncing from one man to the other as they both smiled at your response and slowly drew near. 
"I'm Curtis Everett," the brunette introduced himself as he loomed over you. 
"You're an alpha?" you couldn't help but ask.
His lips quirked as he nodded. "And this is my beta, Jake Jensen."
Jake grinned so big as he waved at you, that you couldn't help but grin back at him, giggling softly at his excitement before biting your lip and glancing away.
Because you just weren't used to so much attention, especially not the kind that came with the spicy tones of desire and intrigue that wafted from both men and filled the room.
Curtis reached for you, carefully removing your leash and setting it aside. He crouched before you, holding out his hand for you to scent, and you did so shyly, gently holding his big hand between your much smaller ones and turning it over until you could nose at the underside of his wrist. 
Your eyes fluttered at his woodsy alpha scent up close, and you mewled quietly, lifting Curtis’ hand to your face and making him cup your cheek as you leaned into his touch and watched him with a pleading gaze. 
Because the sudden realization that you were incredibly touch starved washed over you so strongly, it almost bowled you over, and in that moment, all you wanted was a home.
A soft whine spilled from your lips, your eyes flooding with tears at the yearning that tore through you, and Curtis shushed you softly, his hand shifting to gently pet along your head as you eagerly pressed into his touch. 
Soon, Curtis called Jake over, and the beta was all too eager to join in, plopping down in front of you and beside Curtis as he grinned at you. He mirrored what Curtis did before, holding out his own hand for you to scent and once you chirped at him and slowly shifted closer so Jake could pet along your head, the guys shared a pleased look.
Curtis settled into a sit as well, both of them petting you and showering you with praise, and you were so pleasantly overwhelmed by their soft touches and even softer words, that you didn't care in the least, or try to resist at all, when their pets began to caress lower and linger. 
Curtis drew his knuckles down the column of your throat, thumbing along your unmarked mating gland as Jake cupped your bare breast with a quiet groan. 
The sound of your sharp gasp when Jake pinched your nipple until it pebbled had them both instantly hard, and the way you just glanced between them with big eyes—eyes darker than before—as your chest hitched and you clenched your thighs together had them sharing a wicked grin. 
“Spread those pretty legs for us, omega,” Curtis said, no hint of an alpha command in his voice because he wanted to test you and your complicity. 
Your legs spread without hesitation although you shyly dropped your hand to cover your glistening pussy. 
He chuckled, his gaze fond as he dipped his head to catch your eyes with his. 
“Don’t hide from us, we want to see all of you, sweetheart.”
You perked up at the term of endearment, biting your lower lip as you let your hand fall away. 
“God, she’s perfect,” Jake breathed, licking his lips as he gazed between your legs and watched as more slick oozed from between your folds. 
“Can we have a taste?” Curtis husked, shifting closer to you. 
You nodded eagerly, nervously glancing between them, and then without any prompting at all, you dipped your fingers inside your cunt, getting them wet and creamy with your arousal before shyly holding out your offering to Curtis. 
He was so gentle as he caught your wrist in his big hand and brought your fingers to his face. His nostrils flared as he inhaled your scent, groaning softly at the exquisite tones of you before he slowly sucked your fingers—and the flavor of your cunt—into his mouth. 
You gasped as his tongue laved all along your fingers, squirming some more and sliding closer to him as you watched Curtis drink down your cream as if hypnotized. 
Once he pulled your fingers from his mouth with a soft ‘pop,’ he nodded from you to Jake. “Give him a taste too, omega.”
You repeated the process all over again, fingering yourself until your digits were coated with your slick and Jake was moaning at the taste of you.
When he retreated, they shared another look, then moved as one, urging you between them, and it was like they both descended on you at once. Four large hands roamed your body, squeezing and kneading as they both groaned and grunted their admiration.
Curtis kissed you first, his big hand so massive against the side of your face as he reeled you close and touched his lips to yours for the first time. 
Once he got a thorough taste of you and pulled away, you gazed at him with big, adoring eyes, your lips parting around one word–said with such awe and reverence–as you watched him with a pleading, hopeful look:
“Alpha?”
Smiling, Curtis glanced over your shoulder to Jake who was still gently caressing all along your naked body with eager hands, his voice a smoky rumble as he asked, "So what do you think, beta?"
"I think we've found the one," Jake replied, grinning like a kid in a candy shop as you chirped and shifted back against him, enjoying his touch and seeking more.
"I think you're right," Curtis hummed, and then he reached for you, his massive hand gently cradling your throat to aim your dazed eyes his way as he told you, "Come on, omega. Let's go home."
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chxrryhansen · 2 months
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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍
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Pairing; Husband!Jake Jensen x Wife!Reader
Warning; smut, huge breeding kink, ever so slight mommy/daddy kink, oral (f receiving) Minors please DNI!!!
Summary; After seeing the way you interact with your colleagues kids, Jake can’t wait to put his own in you.
₊♡₊˚ 🎀・₊✧
Jake sighed heavily as he watched you from across the room as you mingled with your friends, a bright smile on your face.
Your pretty cheeks stretching wide as you laughed. You had both attended a small gathering at a colleagues home with a group of mutual friends, some of which who had kids.
His eyes practically glazed over with lust seeing how you interacted with the little ones, that motherly instinct taking over you.
You led a sweet little girl to the food table, your hand clasping her much smaller one, helping her pick out some snacks and watching with a smile as she happily scuttled off.
He couldn’t take it anymore, standing on shaky legs he snaked towards you. You spun around at the feel of Jake’s large hands wrapping around your waist, cupcake in hand, looking up at him with your beautiful doe eyes.
“Time to go, baby.” he whispered, his breath fanning over your sensitive nape as his thumb wiped away the crumbs from your lips.
“Wh-What? But we only just got here Jakey.” you frowned, puzzled.He said nothing, grabbing your arm gently and dragging you out of the garden to his forest green G-Wagon, shouting a passing goodbye on his way out. “What the fuck Jake.” you mumbled.
His thick hands gripped the steering wheel tight as he pulled out of the driveway. His foot pressed against the accelerator, driving as fast as he could without wanting to cause an accident. “Jake. Slow down, oh my god what has gotten into you?” you practically shrieked as he took a sharp turn around a street corner.
Again, he said nothing. As if he were in some sort of trance, not even noticing you spoke, or, choosing to ignore you. Shortly you arrived home and before you could even blink Jake had hopped out of the drivers side, appearing next to you after ripping the passenger side door open.
His beefy arms linking underneath your legs as he carrying you to the front door of your shared home, his highlighted locks sticking to his forehead while his chest heaved up and down, using one hand to jingle his keys into the lock.
You looked at him in shock, you’d never seen the poor man so worked up before and you had no idea how or why. His shoes pelted against the stairs as he stormed towards your bedroom.
Slamming the door closed, he layed you down gently on the bed, kissing from your throat down to your stomach and lifting your sundress up and over your shoulders.
His hot breath fanned over your panties as he pushed them to the side, licking a long strip from your hole to your swollen clit. You moaned as your hips writhed, his glasses nudging against your clit as he tongued your hole.
Whimpering as he attached his lips to your sensitive button, he sucked and slurped at your cunt as he pushed a finger deep into your pussy, you cried out as your pussy clenched at the intrusion. He began to thrust his finger into your tight hole as he looked up at you, his baby blues shining with lust.
Pulling away all too soon, he climbed back up the bed and pulled you into a deep kiss, your tongues intertwining as he dry humped his dick into your pussy. You stopped him with a sharp tug of his hair. “B-Baby, what is this about?” you spoke breathlessly.
He shook his head, blowing out a puff of air. “You just looked so good sweetheart, the way you handled the kids, makes me want some of our own.”
You paused, deciding this was the right time to tell him “Yeah? You wanna make me a mommy?”Jake moaned out loud hearing the words leave your mouth.
“Fuckkk. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby.” he said pulling you into a soft kiss, your tongues intertwined as his love poured through his saliva.
He sat up on his knees, peeling his boxers down his meaty thighs. You closed your eyes as you felt his swollen tip press against your soaked entrance.
He lifted your jaw with his fingers from above, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he pressed his hips against your own roughly, his thick cock bottoming out inside your pussy with one deep thrust making you cry out in pleasure. He pressed his hand against your flat stomach, imagining what it’ll feel like in a few months.
“Gonna’ cum inside you baby, f-fuck….i cant wait to see you get nice and round f’ me. Your belly all swollen with my kids.” he growled, a switch inside him flipping. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside and without warning slammed his hips into yours.
You screamed as you felt your tummy tightening. Your hands gripped his thick biceps as his balls slapped against your ass. The bed began to creak with each thrust of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall, sure to leave a dint.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. D-Don’t stop!” You whimpered as the knot in your stomach came loose, your cream leaking around the base of his cock as you came.
“Yeah? Right there baby? Right, fucking, there?” Jake growled, accentuating each word as he felt your pussy clench, watching as you orgasmed.
He leant down to bite your neck, hard, as he came. His hot, sticky ropes of cum filling your cunt to the brim, leaking out of your pussy before he was even finished emptying his load. His hips stuttered, groaning as he pulled out, resting his soft cock against your pussy lips.
His lips met your chest, then your throat and cheeks, your forehead, anywhere he could reach.
“You look so pretty like this, my cum leaking down your thighs. Can’t wait to see you carry my babies, makin’ me a real daddy. You’re gonna’ be such a good mommy. There’s nobody in the world i love more than you, sweetheart.”
He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your stomach before resting his head against you. Almost like he was listening for a heartbeat that wasn’t even there yet.
You couldn’t tell if that last sentence was directed towards you, or the little bean soon to become the light of both your lives.
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babyjakes · 7 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
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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.
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"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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citronbun · 3 months
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Just a compliment will do it ! (о´∀`о) Ft. College AU
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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months
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𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅
🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓
summary - jake finally got time off work, and desperately needing some release, he decides to test out the strawberry shack.
warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing, slightly sub jake, creampie
18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Jake headed inside The Strawberry Shack, feeling slightly nervous and giddy. He desperately needed a release, and he hadn’t even been able to touch himself because of how complicated, tiring and busy the mission had been. He had heard many good things about this place, knowing the women were well looked after and treated right. Jake decided to give it a go, dressing in comfortable pants and a band t-shirt, his hair spiked and glasses perched on his nose. 
He walks toward the woman at the counter, giving her a small smile. “Hi, I uh…” Jake turns pink, clearing his throat, not exactly knowing what he wants. The woman before him smiles, telling him where to go and how much. Jake hands the money over. “Thank you!” He blushes as he walks past her, heading down the hall and into the room. He chokes on his saliva, staring wide-eyed at the many holes and women. He didn’t know where to go or who to go to. 
Jake looked around until he settled on you, noticing how his cock twitched as his gaze landed on your plump arse. You looked like a peach, a delicious juicy peach from where he was standing. Jake begins to head in your direction, practically drooling and nearly tripping as Jake continues to stare, not taking his eyes off you. He whispers gently before touching you, not wanting to startle you. “Hey, peach. I uh, this is my first time at one of these places, and I want to make sure it’s okay to touch you…” He pouts down at you, unable to stop his cock from twitching.
You giggle, feeling your heart warm as he asks. You wiggle your arse, pushing it back against his clothed cock. “Yeah, sugar. You can touch. I’m all yours for however long you need me.” You release a breath as he skims your plump cheeks with his hands before moving them to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hardened cock. Jake’s hand moves up and down as he strokes himself, swiping his tip against your soft folds. “You’re doing so good for your first time… Such a big boy.” 
Jake whimpers, feeling his eyes slip closed as he places his swollen tip against your entrance and pushes in, grunting at how tight you feel around him. “J–Jesus… You’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting his hips and gripping yours. He’s never felt someone so tight and warm before. It was like Jake had entered heaven. He couldn’t stop the moment he slid into you, slamming his cock harder and faster into your soft cunt. “I–I can’t stop… It feels too good!” He cries out, one hand moving from your hip and slamming against the wall. Jake can feel your walls pulsating around him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. 
Your hands curl into the pillow beneath you, burying your face into the softness as Jake slams harder into you. You couldn’t believe you had been getting every man who knew how to bring pleasure. Your cunt throbbed at the thought, causing Jake behind you to whimper and fuck deeper into you. His mushroom tip slams into your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “O–oh, feels amazing…” You manage to moan out, feeling your end near as he continues to thrust into your g-spot.
Jake feels the sweat building and his balls tightening, but he doesn’t want to cum until you do. He holds back, gritting his teeth and moving his hand underneath you, locating your swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers. “Mmm…” He groans as your walls flutter around him, sagging into the bed as your juices flow out of you and all over Jake and the floor. He begins to thrust harder, shuddering when his orgasm hits and his balls empty, burying his cock deep into you and filling you with his cum. 
You sigh dreamily, eyes fluttering as he pulls out of you and groans. Jake’s eyes lock onto your cum-filled cunt, watching it leak out, dripping down your legs and onto the ground. He gently tucks his softened cock back into his pants while he catches his breath and cools down his heated cheeks. “T–thank you…” Jake shyly replies, still not as confident. “You felt… Fantastic.” He blushes again before slowly walking off with a soft goodbye and a promise to return. 
You lie there, wondering what man you will get next. 
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ronearoundblindly · 2 months
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For your Valentine's ask game: #7 Jake Jensen x reader, idk why but it seems fitting 😂
Shut Up, Jensen, one of my Valentine's Fics for 2024!
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Oh, this poor, poor, awkward perv. He's pervy until there's a naked lady around and then 😳 "...when I was four, I shoved pennies up my nose..." Seriously, boi, shut up!
Warnings for spice, i.e. a setup to smutty times, but mostly suggestive. MINORS DNI, just to be safe. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this one is not for you! WC 1042
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You’ve always had a soft spot for nerds, and now, that’s translating to a damp spot on your fanciest panties you wore for this date.
Jake Jensen goofy-grinned his way through the entire evening, making you almost snort a tequila sunrise through your nose, and he never let up. The humor made you comfortable. It’s endearing to see his nervousness right on his graphic-T sleeve as opposed to being ‘manly’ and aloof.
It’s so, so refreshing to hear someone say, “I’m having a great time,” “I don’t want the night to end,” and know deep down in your bones that they mean “spending this time with you has made me happy” instead of “I’ve done enough to get laid now, right?”
Unsurprisingly, it does mean Jake’s done enough to get laid.
You give him your address so he could park his Jeep outside your building. There are parking meters, but tomorrow is Sunday when they’re free. No big deal. You left the bar (which was after the restaurant, which was after the coffee shop) a minute or two before in order to meet him at one of the open spots and walk him in. He can’t meet you at your door because there is a locked gate to your courtyard, and then a keypad for your building, and then about three corridors to navigate. It’s just easier to show him the way.
You can hear that fucking car coming a mile away.
Jake smiles and waves as he parallel parks—with extreme precision, you note—then hops out, gesturing to the meter questioningly.
“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug, jumping to the edge of the curb before he steps up so you can use the height for a kiss on his cheek.
It’s adorable how flustered he gets at just that tiny bit of affection. Though it’s dark, it’s obvious he blushes ferociously, rubbing at the back of his cropped, short hair, racing to gather his thoughts.
“Did you know there are almost three hundred ways to make change for a dollar? Two hundred ninety-three to be ex—woah—“
You grab his hand to lead him inside.
At the gate, you have to pause for the magnetic lock.
“I’m surprised those things even take change anymore,” Jake muses quietly, courteous for the neighbors’ sake, “because physical money only makes up 8% today’s currency…in the whole world.” He slides past the thick steel grating. “Thank you, digital banking.”
He follows behind you in the maze of concrete paths to the next entry.
“People leave like half a million dollars worth of loose change at airport security. That’s a little shocking,” he whispers when you motion for him to take a left, “think you’d splurge for some decent toilet paper with that kind of dough, or maybe some more cup holders in those row-seats? They could, I don’t know, offset the cost of making pennies. Shit cost two cents. Is worth one. Wild…
“Meanwhile, a dime has 118 ridges on the rim of the smallest circumference.”
Doesn’t even matter what he’s saying, the more his plump pink lips move, the more insanely turned on you get. You have to crowd him through your own doorway before you start stripping in the middle of the hall.
You peel your blouse off the instant your keys clatter onto the dinette table. You spin around to grab him by the screen-printed emblem of his t-shirt.
“There are 1.4 billion $2 bills in circulation.”
He gives a little oof sound when his back hits one of your bedroom walls, and there’s a barely audible whimper as your hands snake up under soft, well-worn fabric.
Holy shit, is this boy cut!
Your thumbs actually catch on the deep ridge of his Adonis belt. Dimes got nothing on you, Jake Jensen…
His breathing has changed significantly. “Did you know they—“ he gasps and swallows “—still make those?”
Ok, why is it hotter when he’s not even trying?
“Fun fact: if you went to Zimbabwe, guess which currency you’d…use?” The neckline of his shirt has to pop over his glasses before he fixes them. “The U.S. Dollar. Seriously! Same damn mon—EH.”
His belt buckle is tricky to navigate from this angle and in the very low light of your bedside lamp. You give up on his pants to unzip your skirt at the hip and let it fall.
Jake stands perfectly still with his hands half-raised.
“You’re…really fucking pretty—sorry—really pret—sexy, not that I—but beautiful. You’re really—”
He sucks in a breath as you step within inches of him again, reaching up to carefully pull his glasses over his ears and place them by the lamp.
“Fuck…”
Your index finger tucks into the elastic of his boxers where they peek out above the belt.
“Yeah, so I’ve been—I’m—I don’t have a—what I’m trying to say is—“ he squeezes his eyes shut and wiggles his fingers higher in the air, searching for the right thought “—the most commonly printed bill is actually the one-hundr—“
“Jake,” you interrupt, gently smoothing your hands over his thick shoulders. He is so ripped, what the hell? You guess there are nerds and then there are nerds, wow…
“Do you want to continue?”
He nods super fast, eyes growing wide in panic.
“Good.”
You smash your lips to his, hauling him down and you up by the sturdy tower of muscle he is.
“Condoms are in the drawer,” you mutter between breaths.
He lets out a high, choked whine before clamping his huge, warm hands to your waist, melting into you and your touch.
You coax the both of you toward the bed, swatting at his belt as a signal for him to help, and he does, though he’s not the greatest multitasker. He huffs and smirks, breaking the kiss so he can unlatch, unbutton, and unzip.
Then he looks up at you. 
“So you like movies…?”
You cup his jaw in your hand and pinch, a gentle peck on his lips as encouragement to focus. “Less talking, more fucking, Jensen.”
He opens his mouth, clearly running through a series of replies, but thinks better of it and  pushes down his pants and boxers all at once.
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brandycranby · 3 months
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ce characters + their skill at wrapping presents (based on technique, style, and enthusiasm) 🎁✨
crocheting a last minute gift rn hehe
steve: 9.5/10. the military precision comes in clutch when it's time to measure out wrapping paper. if he's not doing the wrapping himself, he's at your elbow with tape strips and scissors when you need them. gift bags? hell no, back in his day, presents were wrapped (ok old man 🙄💕) heh expect steve to come home with half a dozen new tubes of gift wrap because he just can't resist the cuteness (target snoopy paper, beloved 🥺💕)
andy: 7/10. if he did it himself that is 😌 this is a man of experience and few close relatives. the holidays are a quiet uneventful time for him (besides the odd party) and he spends it with you, showering you in gifts and treats for the new year. most of those treats come with complimentary gift wrapping that he'll most definitely take advantage of hehe if not, he's a sparkly gift bag kinda guy
ari: 8/10. he doesn't have much skill at getting those sharp corners on a wrapped box but can he curl a ribbon or what? great color sense, he doesn't look like it but he can tell a french silver from classic silver 😌💕 whatta man whatta man. eight presents though, that's a lot of gift ideas to come up with. defaults to cash and gift cards for some nights, slaps a ribbon on top and adds mesh bag of chocolate coins and calls it a night
johnny: 6/10. look, he's a guy. still, he's a guy with a big sister. sue comes over and they make a night in of it. wrapping paper is everywhere, someone gets hit with a tube, nothing's lit on fire but reed's gift is singed and labeled "to: asshole". it's probably just fruit of the loom boxers. your gift though? he keeps adding stocking stuffers until sue makes him use a wicker basket to hold everything bc "it's chic, johnny, and a paper bag can't hold all of that."
ransom: 5/10 +3 effort points. ONCE HE TRIES?? HE TRIES!!! i mean not for his parents' gifts, he probably amazon shipped those to their house. but he'll pull out the ribbons, the glitter, the tinsel, the special wrapping paper just for you 🥹💕 ransom doesn't really Get It, not until you have a day of present prep with him. cups of hot drinks and a movie on in the back, that sort of warm nostalgia that's so familiar yet distant from what he's known 🥺surprisingly good eye for it
jake: 4/10. oh lord he tries. he tries so damn hard. the living room is a wreck, there's tape everywhere and mismatched wrapping paper. he measures a length of paper too small and worries about cutting another one because you like that paper!! you'd probably cry if he wasted it!! so he takes a discard piece and kinda... band-aids it together... oh baby 😔 also how do you wrap plushies??? (put it in a box, jake, please put it in a box)
curtis: 7/10. solid score because he goes for maximum efficiency and doesn't take a break until every single present is completely hidden in gift wrap, tissue paper, ribbons, bows, and a gift tag. would be a 10 if he was a little more fancy and a little less practical about his present style. but he has the assembly line efficiency and it helps you get everything done in one day so kudos 😊 points off for getting suspicious when you take a long pee break tho
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since i've started writing this hc list, i've redone my amigurumi THREE TIMES. why do i do this to myself. i also wrapped last minute gifts like a jake today heh
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krirebr · 4 months
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Relax
Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~500 words
A/N: I watched The Losers this afternoon for the first time in years to try to combat the Migraine Sads™ and I immediately wanted to grab Jensen's hand and tell him, "Oh no, baby, just stop." So here that is. 😂
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It was the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and the bar was predictably dead. A couple was finishing up an appetizer sampler in the corner booth and a man and a woman sat a few seats apart at the bar. That was it. You were working alone, busying yourself rolling silverware.
As you worked through your stack, you saw the man at the bar leave his seat and move down towards the woman. He was cute with spiky blonde hair and a goatee that was kind of dorky but worked on him. Most importantly, he was fucking built. That fact forgave a lot of follicular sins. The woman was pretty. Brunette with a soft round face. But she'd been nursing an Old Fashioned for the last hour and was giving real fuck-off vibes as she compulsively checked her phone. This wasn't going to go well, but you were bored and kind of wanted to watch the train wreck, so you moved down to their end of the bar as subtly as you could.
"So, uh, you come here often?" he asked her, then grimaced. You resumed your rolling, trying to act like you weren't paying attention. "Yeah, no," he continued when she didn't respond. "I've been here a few times." He nodded to her drink. "I also like drinking. It's fun." He scowled but didn't seem able to stop himself. "And good." He shifted his eyes to the corner of the ceiling, looking like he wanted to die. This poor baby. She shot him a glare and moved to one of the high tops on the far side of the room to finish her drink. He just nodded in response.
You filled a shot glass with top-shelf whiskey and placed it in front of him. "On the house," you said.
He took and drank it without looking up then put his face in his hands. "I'm so fucking embarrassing," he mumbled. "Why is it so hard to talk to chicks?"
"Well, my first piece of advice would be to not use the word 'chicks' so much."
He chuckled, still looking down at the bar. "Any other advice?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said. "You gotta relax, dude."
He huffed. "Yeah, easy for you to sa-" he looked up at your face and stopped mid-sentence. His mouth just hung open for a moment then he took a breath to say something you were sure would be horribly awkward.
"Relax," you said again and poured him another shot. "Can I let you in on a little secret?"
"Uh, sure," he said, taking the shot seemingly unconsciously.
"You're really hot," you said with a grin. "You don't need to try so hard."
You could see his brain short-circuit. "Uh, what?"
"You heard me," you smirked.
"Why does it feel like you're flirting with me?" he asked, adorably confused.
"Because that's exactly what I'm doing," you said. "I guess I like the awkward ones."
He blushed and ducked his head bashfully. "I'm Jake," he said, extending his hand to you. You took it and gave him your name.
You checked your watch. "Well, Jake, I'm done here in about two hours," you said with a significant look.
He gave you another cute, little confused look and then, "Oh! You mean-?" You just smiled at him and he matched it with a grin of his own that lit up his whole face. "Ok, two hours then."
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | Your step-bro has many fantasies he wants to act out. This is just one of them.
prompts. | Jake Jensen + step-brother + “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.” + thigh riding, requested by @jakeysangel.
pairing. | dark!step-brother!Jake Jensen x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stepcest, both are of legal age, pet names, thigh riding, handjob (?), jake comes in his pants, porn watching (mentioned), praise, dirty talk, delusion, smut, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You gulp thickly, your head spinning just a bit. 
You’ve always considered yourself a good girl to some extent. You’ve never done anything wrong. But this, indeed, will make you burn in hell.
You wear the lingerie your stepbrother bought you. It’s pink and frilly, tight on your body, and accentuates every curve. You feel pretty yet disgusting in it—impure, tainted. 
“Sugar? You done in there?” Jake calls out, and you jump at the sudden sound of his voice. 
Jake was friendly at first. He respected your apprehensions about having a new family, but living with him has been a nightmare since your parents moved away, and he’s been stuck at home after getting fired.
He doesn’t respect your privacy and takes what he says is ‘his,’ even though you’re his step-sister. 
“Y– Yeah!” you reply, voice hoarse. With shaking hands, you unlock the bathroom door and walk into his room, immediately spotting him on his bed. Jake sits with his legs spread and his dick hard underneath his shorts. 
“My God,” he marvels, grip loosening on his phone. He accidentally drops it, and when it lands with the screen facing upward, you can see a lewd video playing. It’s one of those pornos where the actress is either the step-sister or step-daughter, and she gets caught up in an embarrassing situation, leaving her vulnerable to her male counterpart. 
You hold back a gag as he scrambles to pick it up, turning the device off.
“Sorry, just couldn’t wait,” Jake sheepishly says, and you stand there awkwardly. His blue eyes drink in the sight of your body on display, almost as if he’s never seen it before—with or without your permission.  “C’mere. I can’t see you from all the way over there.”
You frown for a split second and hesitate. If you walk slowly, it’ll only prolong the inevitable. But if you walk quickly, you’ll seem eager—you can’t give up like that. And so you settle between the two, choosing an adequate pace.
When you get close enough, Jake pulls you onto his lap. In the first few months you knew him, the action was annoying but affectionate. You never thought much of it. But now, you hate it—even though the manhandling makes your pussy wet.
Your step-brother adjusts you so that you’re straddling one of his strong thighs, core pressed against the muscle. He furrows his brows, almost pensive, and lifts you up just a bit. His other hand grabs at the waistband of your panties, and with one harsh tug, they turn into shreds.
You gasp at the display of strength, reminded of how he can truly do anything to you. 
“Much better,” he mumbles, placing you back onto his leg. “Wha– What do you want me to do, Jakey?” you ask, faking a sweet tone. He loves it when you do that—loves it when you call him Jakey. It’s your way of making sure he’ll be nice to you.
“You don’t have to do anything, princess. I’ll do all the work,” he tells you, blushing just a bit. “Oh, thank you, Jakey. You’re the best.” You continue with the act and wonder if he can see through it. 
“I’m gonna make you fuck yourself on my thigh—it’s gonna be so hot,” Jake nearly groans as he says this. Despite his almost daily release, it’s as if he’s never been touched before. Or perhaps he has too many fantasies that he cannot wait to enact. You, on the other hand, are much less than eager. 
You nod your head, going with whatever he says. Your body listens before your mind does; sometimes, you hate yourself for it.
Jake grips your hips so tightly that it almost hurts. He begins to move you back and forth, gyrating your lower half on his leg. You hiss at the delicious friction, your achy clit getting precisely what it needs.
You look down and marvel at the dark stain on his pants, knowing fully well that your pussy is a sopping mess. 
“Shit, you’re perfect, baby,” he pants, and you let out moans that fill the near-silence in the room. “Touch my dick,” Jake demands, and you do as he says. You palm him through his trousers, stroking him slightly just to make him happy. He curses and picks up the pace on your hips.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, breath becoming shallow. You even begin to match his movements, growing enthusiastic as you near your climax. “Yeah, that’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl for her step-bro.”
Jake’s words burst your bubble entirely. 
“Tell me you love me, princess. How much do you love your step-bro, huh?” Jake questions, bouncing the leg you’re riding. Despite his words, your climax still hits you with impact. Your back arches, and your head tilts back, a loud moan leaving your mouth before it turns into a silent scream. The feeling is addictive.
He pinches your thigh when you don’t respond. “S– So much. I love my step-bro so much,” you force out, realizing that he’s been grinding his cock in your hand. 
Jake’s eyes squeeze shut, and he leans forward, almost hugging you. You ride out your orgasm and continue grinding your cunt on his leg until it’s too much to handle. Warmth blooms in your hand, Jake’s dick twitches underneath the fabric, and you nearly grimace.
“I love you too, step-sis,” he pants, and a pit forms in your stomach. 
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holylulusworld · 3 months
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Kidnapping Miss America
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Summary: It was an easy job. They had it planned well. They weren’t prepared for you.
Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Criminal!Jake Jensen
Warnings: bitchy reader, arguments, banter, biting (not the sexy kind), violence against kidnappers, mistaken identity, fighting for dominance, dumbass kidnappers (kinda), grumpy Bucky, tension
A/N: Here's the dream pairing we have been waiting for...😂
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“Fuck, she’s heavier than she looks,” the guy carrying you inside the hideout pants. He complains loudly as you hang over his shoulder. “I thought she was a model or something.”
“Hey, asshat! Say that again and I’ll scratch your eyes out! Never call me heavy again!” You wiggle in his tight hold. “I will kill the both of you and rip your balls off if I see one hair of your dick!”
The other guy chuckles at your antics. “Yeah, never call her heavy again. That’s not nice. And I won’t show you my dick. I don’t get hard for bitchy bitches.”
“Who asked you?” You growl and blindly grasp for your second kidnapper. “How about brightening your horizon and learning some new words? Bitchy bitches my ass.”
“She has claws and teeth,” kidnapper number one drops you to the ground, making you cry out as you land hard on your ass.
“You fucker!” You jump up faster than the guy can blink. They believed you were a damsel in distress and didn’t restrain your ankles or wrists. Now they regret their lapsus because you jump at the guy dropping you to the floor. “I’ll kill you.”
“What the fuck!” The guy exclaims as you tackle him. He ends up on the ground, you on top of him. You dig your nails into his chest and twist his left nipple. “OUCH!” He squeaks ungracefully as you do it again.
The second guy snickers behind you, but you won’t have it. You get up and rip the blindfold off your eyes. “Bastard!” You kick the first guy’s balls before jumping at the second guy. “I’ll kill you!”
“Help me!” The second guy calls for help as you sink your teeth in his neck and repeatedly bite him like a feral dog. “She tries to rip my flesh out! BUCKY! HELP!”
“I’ll get my pound of flesh!”
“Whoa, is this how Miss America acts? I thought you all dream of world peace and American pie!” The first guy slowly gets back up. He limps toward you to drag you off the second guy. “Let him go, you crazy bitch!”
“Eat shit, loser!” You snarl and twirl around to punch the first guy’s nose. “I’m not some girl you can just kidnap! Who do you think you are?”
“What the fuck, Jensen!” The first guy cups his aching crotch. “I wanted to make fast cash, not get my balls rearranged.”
You snicker as the first guy pleadingly looks at you. He’s much taller than you and strong. It shouldn’t be too hard for him to take you down. But he seems to be afraid to get close to you now.
“He said this is an easy job to make fast cash! All we had to do was grab Miss America and make sure she couldn’t win this contest,” the second guy, Jensen, grunts. “That’s not my fucking fault, Bucky!”
“Of course, it is your fucking fault! You listened to that dumbass,” Bucky bites back. His balls are bruised, and he won’t take this lightly. “I can’t believe I listened to you! I could’ve made more with poker tonight. Instead, I got my balls bruised.”
“More like your ego, wannabe kidnapper,” you chuckle darkly. Bucky’s eyes darken and he takes one step toward you.
You grit your teeth and ball your hands into fists, preparing for a fight.
“What are you? A ninja or shit?” Jensen panics as you look like you know what you are doing. “I think she wants to use karate or something.”
“It’s called Krav Maga, dumbass,” you snap at Jensen and get ready for his attack. “Come and get some.” You prepare for a fight with both men. Two tall guys against you, a fair fight. Your trainer didn’t call you firecracker for nothing.
“I think she’s crazy,” Bucky looks at his accomplice. “Jensen, this was a stupid idea. Miss America is a crazy bitch.”
“Dude, I’m not a miss nor Miss America,” you grit your teeth at Bucky. “You are the crazy one here if you think I’ll just roll over and let you pervs touch me!”
“Wait!” Jensen raises his hands in surrender. “You are not Miss America?” He cocks his head to look you up and down. “Hmm…yeah. I guess those girls don’t have a nice ass like you do.”
“Did you just call my perfect bottom fat?” You narrow your eyes. “Say that again if you want to lose a testicle. I dare you four-eyes!”
Jensen looks offended and pouts. He sniffs and turns away for a moment while his partner in crime tries to charm his way out of this situation.
“It’s a perfect peach,” Bucky shamelessly stares at your ass. He hums and cups his crotch again. “If I didn’t risk another kick to my crotch I’d offer you to take care of your peach.” He grins like he made you the nicest compliment.
“Calling my ass peach won’t get you out of trouble! You kidnapped me, the bookkeeper of the year, and I missed the prize-giving because of you. They wanted to give me a golden pencil and a coupon.”
“Bookkeeper of the year?” Bucky groans. “Jensen don’t tell me we were at the wrong place. Again…”
“How shall I know?” Jensen shrugs. “Dude said she’ll be in the room and wait for us to grab her! It’s not my fault he gave us the wrong information.”
“Seriously? You wanted to kidnap Miss America?” You snort. “Dude, they protect her better than the president. Did you honestly believe Miss America is sleeping at a sleazy motel? She sleeps at the four seasons!”
“Great. We grabbed the wrong girl then,” Bucky sighs and runs one hand down his face. “We fucked up big time.” He pouts and stares daggers into his partner’s skull. “You fucked this up, Jensen!”
“He gave us the wrong information! That’s not my fault.” Jensen sniffs. “Why do you always blame me? I’m only the tech nerd to you. You do not respect me at all.”
“Aw, are you having relationship trouble? Do you want me to wait outside so you can make up?” You tease.
Jensen drops his gaze and sighs deeply. He shrugs and mumbles an apology under his breath.
Somehow, you pity these two. They don’t seem to be the smartest criminals and you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
Bucky slowly sits down on the worn-out couch. He switches the TV on, to distract himself from thinking about the money they lost tonight. Bucky switches through the channels, making comments about the shows. “Boring…nonsense…wait..”
“What is it?” Jensen gapes at the TV. “Pump up the volume. I want to hear this.”
You look at the TV, listening to what the reporter has to say. According to them someone tried to kidnap Miss America and got shot. They didn’t make it out alive.
“Whoa, this could’ve been us.” Bucky huffs. “Take that, Walker. I knew it was a stupid idea to work with that fucker! He gave us the wrong address to get all the money!”
“You only work with idiots, huh?” You sit next to Bucky. “So, tell me, how much money do you make with crimes.”
“Not much lately. We used to make a lot of cash, but our concurrent fucked us over,” Bucky grumbles. “We need fast cash to keep our business running and stop Rumlow from taking over our club.”
“How do you usually make cash if you don’t kidnap women?” You grin darkly as Bucky’s frown deepens. “Come on, we are kidnapping buddies now. You can trust me.”
“You kicked my balls, lady!” Bucky snaps at you. “I don’t trust you at all. My balls don’t trust you. And my gut instinct doesn’t trust you.”
You snort. “Fine, I’ll go home, grab my prize on the way, and tell Rumlow greetings from you two losers…”
Jensen stares at you with wide fearful eyes as you make your way toward the door.
“Rumlow?” He hiccups. “You know Rumlow?”
“He prefers when I call him Brock and rub his shoulders after a long day,” you look over your shoulder to flash Bucky, who suddenly stands behind you, a smirk. “Did I forget to mention that I’m his bookkeeper?”
Jensen makes an odd noise. He wrings his hands and tries to not show he’s scared to hell and back at the mention of Brock Rumlow.
“What? Not so cocky any longer?” You turn on your heels to jab two fingers into Bucky’s chest. “Miss America my ass. I’m worth more than that bony bitch!”
Bucky looks you up and down. He hums and immediately pounces on you. “You’re right,” you squeak when he throws you over his shoulder again. “Rumlow will pay us a fucking lot of money to get you back.”
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“Uh-Bucky,” Jensen watches his partner restrain you to the heater. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to treat her this way. Rumlow will kill us,”
“Aw, your little partner is scared,” you snicker. “How about you two play by my rules from now on, and I help you get more money than you could ever spend?”
Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. He sniffs and turns to leave the room. “I don’t trust you.”
“Wait, maybe she can help us,” Jensen doesn’t want to end up dead because they kidnapped you. If you are willing to help them, he’ll do anything to get in your good graces.
Bucky sneers as his partner looks at you like a lost puppy. “Get out of the fucking room, Jensen. We don’t negotiate with girls kicking a man’s balls.”
“It’s called massage,” you giggle and snort as Bucky turns around to glare at you. “Don’t tell me you never got kicked in the balls before. You scream awful first date.”
“Watch your tongue!” Bucky points his index finger at you. “I’m an awesome first date. The ladies never complained.”
“Yeah, because you bored them to death.” The look he gives you makes you giggle again. “You’re not used to a woman talking back, huh?”
“What you said about the money,” Jensen clears his throat to get your attention, “is it true? Can you help us?”
“Well,” you look at the handcuffs around your wrist. “I will talk if your partner takes these off again. If not, you will regret putting your hands on me.”
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“How do you want to help us? Talk,” Bucky barks while his partner expectantly looks at you. “I don’t have all night.”
“I got more than enough time,” you stretch your body and yawn. “How about you get some food and beer first? I’ll talk after I eat. You fucked my day up.”
“Uh-I don’t have much money with me,” Jensen looks inside his wallet, sighing deeply. “I got ten bucks. What do you have, Bucky?”
“Guys,” you sigh and shake your head. “How did you survive for so long without my help?” You get up from the couch and grab your bag. “Christ, you should have at least one hundred bucks with you. You never know if you need to run.”
“What?” Bucky furrows his brows. “What do you mean you must run away?”
“I’m working for a dangerous criminal who likes to kill people if they look at him for too long. I have a plan, always.”
“Making plans is my job,” Jensen grins proudly. “Not this one, of course. Walker made the plan this time.”
“Hmm…” you open your wallet and hand Bucky fifty bucks. “Here, get us some food and beer. I think you know where my car is. Get it here, and don’t get caught. I trust you that you don’t run off and leave me alone with your partner.”
“I’m not your servant,” Bucky grunts and snatches the money out of your hands. “Why do you need your car?”
“I’ll tell you if you come back with food and beer…”
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“Here,” Bucky slams the beer on the table. He drops three paper bags filled with takeout next to the beer, huffing as you are busy playing the blind man’s bluff card game with Jensen. “What are you doing? She’s still our hostage.”
“Jakie and I discussed the most important things,” you coo, and grab one of the bags. “I hope you brought some dessert too. This is going to be a long night.”
“Yeah? How about you answer my questions first,” Bucky grunts and slams his fist onto the table. “Why are there three suitcases and shit in your trunk?”
“Uh-“Batting your eyelashes you try to not give away too much. “That’s none of your business. I was about to go on vacation.”
“Vacation for how long?” Bucky steps closer and snatches the card from your forehead. He crumples the card up and flings it across the room. “I’m done playing games. Talk.”
“Stop barking at me like a feral dog,” you snap at Bucky. "Jake and I had a great time without your grumpy ass around."
“Stop messing with me,” the brunette pants heavily. “We’ve got no time for this shit.”
“Fine. I kinda stole the access data for  Rumlow’s offshore bank accounts and his black book. I know where he’s hiding every single buck.”
Bucky licks his lips while his partner in crime nervously shifts in his seat. “He’s going to kill all of us, Buck. We need to get out of town!”
“Relax, Jakie!” You wave his concern off. “Rumlow is busy with another poker game. He’s out of town for a week. More than enough time to get out of town and transfer all of his money to my bank account in the Bahamas.”
“Bahamas? You think he won’t find you there?” Bucky huffs. “You’re stupider than I thought if you believe for one second you can rob Brock Rumlow and get away with it.”
“Aw, sweet cheeks,” you pat Bucky’s cheek. “I already robbed every single buck. I only need to get out of town, and this country.”
“She robbed all of his money,” Jensen hiccups. “What if he believes we had something to do with all of this?”
“You know,” sizing Jensen up you smirk, “I could need help hiding the money. You’re smart and reliable. If you are willing to follow me, we can be Gods.”
“Do you listen to yourself sometimes?” Bucky huffs. “Rumlow will flay Jensen and you alive. You have no survival instinct at all.”
“I got survival instinct,” you bump your chest into Bucky’s trying to intimidate him. “I kicked your balls, remember? I could have easily broken your neck too.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He dares to grin. “I doubt you’ll be able to wrap your hands around my neck. Little peach.”
“Well, if you are the survival expert you should join me and Jakie,” you challenge. “Your business is dead. So, I heard.”
“We could buy an island!” Jensen dreamily sighs. “Cocktails on the beach. The sun kissing my skin.”
“You’ll get sunburn,” Bucky grunts. He crosses his arms over his chest while eying you warily. He cocks a brow when you open a beer and take a large swig.
“I’ll pay you,” you run your fingertips over his bicep. “What’s your price? How much does your service cost me?”
Jensen watches you sip on the beer. He hums and imagines helping you for free to touch your peach. “I’ll do it for free!”
“Jensen!” Bucky mutters.
“Aw, he only wants to be a good boy for me, right?” You turn on your heels to pat Jensen’s cheek. He smiles widely. “I got more money than you could ever dream of. I only need someone to help me hide it and a bodyguard.”
“Bucky,” Jensen pleads.
“Fine,” the brunette throws his hands up. “If we die, I’ll blame you, Jensen.”
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On your way out of town, you relax in the passenger seat staring at your bank account. Fifty million dollars should be enough to start a new life.
While Jensen takes a nap in the back seat, Bucky is driving the car you rented using a fake identity. He’s still a grumpy ass but you know, he’ll do anything to protect you. If only for the money you promised them.
Soon you will leave this country and your old life. Rumlow will regret firing you. He will remember your name till the end of his life.
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the-iceni-bitch · 4 months
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13 or 14 (angst )with jake jensen <3
13. “Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”
14. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”
Ugh, this rang of self sabotage for me, buckle up.
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Jake didn’t know what he was supposed to do. When he tried to touch you, you flinched, tears still falling from your eyes as heavy sobs wracked your chest.
“Baby…” he just ran a hand through his hair when you refused to look at him. “I just want to help. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Why would you talk to her?” You had been crying ever since the two you got in the car to go home, but this was the first time you had actually spoken to Jake. “I was waiting for you.”
His shoulders slumped as he let out a heavy sigh, looking at you with all the care in the world as he knelt in front of you while you just trembled and cried. It didn’t seem to matter how many time he told you you were the only one he loved and no other girls mattered to him, your insecurities kept rearing their ugly head because you just couldn’t make yourself open all the way up and trust him. Especially when he talked to his goddess of an ex, which had happened tonight. How could you trust him to love you completely when he gave up loving her?
“It was for thirty seconds. I just bumped into her and said hello.” Seeing you in pain made him ache, he hated this. “Honey, please look at me, I just want to make you feel better, I love you.”
“How can I believe you? I’m such a fucking mess and I ruin everything. You were having a good time and then I messed it up.” You shook your head and let out a hiccup as you continued crying like a stupid baby. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me. It would be easier if you just left. Just get out. I- I don’t want you here, just leave.”
Jake wanted to comfort you, he wanted to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay. But when you got like this, when you wouldn’t let him in, he just felt defeated. All he wanted was to take care of you but he didn’t know what to do if you wouldn’t let him. So he stood up when you still wouldn’t raise your head, his face fallen and his vision going blurry until he blinked a few times. He gave you one last glance before leaving through the front door, wanting nothing so much as to go back inside and hold you when he heard you sobbing even harder but knowing it wouldn’t do any good.
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⁂❆❅ 𝒥𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 ❅❆⁂
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stargazingfangirl18 · 8 months
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Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x same Fem!Reader (eventually, this first part is Jake x Reader) Word Count: 7,050 Summary: Your new client is the sweetest puppy in existence, and you're officially obsessed. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU. Escort!Reader. Sex work. Jake is kind of a shy, awkward disaster and we stan. Hand job. Titty fucking. Cum eating. Oral sex (m & f receiving). Unprotected sex. Fluff and banter.
A/N: Are y'all ready for the next part (and pairing+) in the Pick Your Pleasure verse?! If you're new to this verse, be sure to read the first part for Ransom here. Hoe'kay, go on and get your hoe vibes on! 😘Also, sorry in advance about your ruined panties! 😈
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You settled into your seat, glancing around the fanciest restaurant you had ever stepped foot in as you grinned for all you were worth. 
Tonight was going to be a good night, you could feel it. 
"Uh, is this alright?"
Your gaze landed on your newest client and date as he nervously tugged at his tie across the table from you. He looked a little out of his element as his eyes flickered around the restaurant looking as unsure as you looked confident.
You rarely got to indulge in shy guys, especially ones that looked like Jake Jensen. 
He was a grade A babe. 
Tall and stacked with muscles with the kind of biceps you dreamt about curling around your neck in the heat of the moment. His blond hair was short and mussed in an endearing way and although his goatee was a little early 2000s for you, it worked for him. Besides, it was his eyes that really drew you in, bright blue and kind behind his thin-framed glasses.
"What?" you replied to his question, giving him a bright smile.
Jake's eyes met yours and his own smile was hesitant. "The restaurant? I've never been here before, but I heard it was really nice and reservations book out like a year in advance, which is usually a good sign and…"
His words died away as a rosy flush worked its way up from his collar, crawling up the expanse of his thick neck before reaching his cheeks. 
"And what?" you encouraged, grinning now as you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand, and waited for him to elaborate.
"I dunno," he cleared his throat, shrugging his huge (and impressive) shoulders up to his ears before ruffling his hair. "I guess…maybe…I uh, just wanted to impress you and make you feel special."
"Ohhh," you gushed, resisting the urge to pounce on him. "You are outrageously sweet."
Jake's flush grew more rosy as he chuckled awkwardly before glancing away. And then, as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of you (which, who could blame him, you looked hot as fuck in your short fluttery dress), he was meeting your gaze once more. 
"I'm not great at dating," he confessed on a whisper.
Your face softened and your desire to pounce on him morphed into a desire to cuddle him. 
Apparently Jake Jensen was just a big, muscly teddy bear, and you were here for it. 
As an escort, your usual fare consisted of older business men or arrogant trust fund playboys, you rarely got to spend time with someone who was genuinely sweet and seemed so adorably flustered.
"I will be the judge of that, mister," you told him at last. "And besides, you're doing pretty well so far."
Jake brightened at your genuine smile.
"Yay me." He pumped his hands at either side of his head in a silly celebratory dance that made you giggle.
"So," you plucked the fancy linen napkin from the table and arranged it in your lap before leaning back across the table and focusing all of your attention on Jake. "Tell me about your work. You're in tech, right?"
"Uh, yeah. I dabble here and there."
It seemed automatic, the way Jake's gaze dropped away as he spoke about his work, and it had you instantly intrigued, and suspicious. 
Narrowing your eyes, you dug your phone from your purse, googling Jake's name as he sat right across from you. 
As the search results filled your screen, your mouth dropped open and you gasped, your wide eyes shooting back to Jake as you pointed a playfully accusatory finger at him.
"You, sir, are either a liar or suuuuper modest." Pursing your lips, you studied Jake for a moment, noting the way he was squirming in his seat and blushing again. "I'm going with the latter." 
Glancing back at your phone, you scrolled through some of the results, growing more and more impressed the more you read. Finally, you put your phone into sleep mode and dropped it back into your purse, returning your full attention to the man sitting across from you.
"So, you're a bajillionaire, huh? You have three tech companies and sold a bunch of others. You're some kind of genius."
"I'm not, I just…" Jake fumbled for an answer. "I've just profited off of being a big nerd."
"How come you were keeping your identity a secret?" you asked, not irritated in the least, just genuinely curious.
Jake grinned at your word choice, seeming a little more relaxed as he laughed. "You make it sound like I'm a superhero or something."
"Ohhh, are you? Let me google you 2.0…" you teased, smiling as Jake laughed again.
He had a great laugh.
"I dunno, I feel like there's this…stereotype?" He brushed a hand over his hair, which you were realizing was a nervous tick of his. "And I'm not it. I really am just a normal guy. I like gaming and inappropriate graphic t-shirts and taking things apart and trying to put them back together again."
"What about sex?" you smirked.
"Of course I like that, too!" Jake blurted without thinking, and now it was your turn to laugh.
"No," you drew out the word, leaning further across the table as you let your gaze dip from Jake's face and down his broad chest, until he was squirming again. "I mean, what are you into sex wise?"
When your eyes returned to Jake's, he was as red as a tomato but also full on gaping at you, which had you giggling all over again.
"Come on," you cajoled. "Give me something. One naughty crumb."
"I uh…" Jake licked his lips, glancing away. When his gaze returned to you, it dropped from your face for the first time since he initially gave you a onceover when he picked you up at the start of the evening. "Boobs."
Your face lit up at his answer. "Oh my god, tell me more right now."
"I just…really love boobs." Jake shrugged, struggling to meet your avid gaze as that blush of his reheated his cheeks.
You could barely suppress a coo at how fucking cute he was, and yeah, it was official: you wanted to eat Jake Jensen alive, and then some.
Instead, you played it cool, reining yourself in. 
One, because you truly didn't want to make Jake uncomfortable, and two, because you just knew you'd get to the good stuff eventually.
And you were beyond sure that it would be worth the wait.
"Well, I will just need to keep that in mind for later this evening," you winked at him, smiling warmly at the waiter as he appeared beside your table. 
And the entire time you ordered your drink, you were completely aware of the way Jake was gaping at you and shifting in his seat before finally stuttering his own drink order to the server. 
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"Wow!" you breathed as you stepped past Jake and into his top-floor penthouse.
It was huge and stunning, with a modern, industrial vibe and stray bits of fanboy memorabilia and decor that had you grinning as you rushed across the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Your eyes were big as you stared out at the glittering landscape of L.A., just able to make out some of the other buildings in the city's center as the evening grew darker and darker with each passing minute. 
"I bet this view is stunning during the day," you chirped, turning on your heel and shooting Jake a soft smile. 
He was fidgeting again, looking a little embarrassed as his fingers drew through his hair and he struggled to meet your admiring gaze. 
"Yeah, it's uh, really something. I've seen some gorgeous sunsets."
"Oh my god, I bet you have." You turned back to the window, nearly pressing your nose to the glass to drink in all you could from this high up. 
It was like you were a goddess, looking out on your lands or something, and a view that you could definitely get used to.
"I couldn't imagine having a home like this," you sighed wistfully. "I mean, my place is pretty okay, but L.A. is fucking expensive so it's tiny, you know?" You turned back to him, wondering aloud, "Do you have other properties, too? Do you travel a lot for work?"
"Uh sometimes," Jake shrugged, loosening his tie with a relieved sigh. "I probably don't travel as much as I should, so I'm based here most of the time, but I also have places in Chicago, New York, Boston, and D.C. And then a few vacation properties sprinkled all around…"
Jake trailed off as he caught sight of your O_O face. 
"Heh, uh, sorry. Was that gross? I wasn't trying to brag–"
"No!" you rushed to assure him. "Just, damn, Jake Jensen. You're living the life."
"Oh nooo," Jake chuckled, shaking his head as his blush reappeared for the first time since dinner. "I'm really just so…average. I swear."
"I think you're much more than average," you murmured, slowly moving closer to him. "You just don't know it." You gently gripped his tie and undid it, sliding it from his shirt collar, your eyes snapping up to his as you whispered, "Yet."
Lips quirking, you carefully undid the first few buttons of Jake's shirt, suppressing a grin as you heard his breath catch at your proximity and touch. 
"You look uncomfortable in this," you teased, curling your finger into the top of his starched button up shirt and giving it a tug.
Jake licked his lips, blinking owlishly as he processed your words, his gaze falling down to where you were softly petting his chest. "Uh, yeah, I don't really do suits. I was gonna wear a graphic tee under my jacket but I dunno, I just wanted to…impress you."
His last two words were said so quietly that you wouldn't have heard them if you weren't standing so close. 
"I am very impressed by you," you told him, leaning into him and tipping your face up to catch his eyes with yours. "And it's not really the suit or the penthouse or your eight hundred other properties." You grinned as Jake huffed a laugh. "It's you. You're very sweet, and it's been a long time since I've met a guy who was just…kind."
"Dunno if that's saying much, I always hear that nice guys finish last," Jake tried to smile but it was more of a grimace, his eyes going a little distant as he murmured, "Guess that's also been my experience with women, hence the bad at dating thing."
"Well, it won't be your experience with me," you purred.
And then you kissed him.
You slid your hands against Jake's face, got a split-second glimpse of his wide eyes and parted lips, and then you were pressing your mouth to his and grinning at the choked sound of surprise that huffed against your lips.
Once his shock wore off, Jake was all in, kissing you back urgently, quiet hums and groans spilling from his lips in between kisses. His hand was huge and soft against your cheek as he cradled your face, letting you lead as he enjoyed going along for the ride and pressed as close as humanly possible so he could feel your body against his.
It was such a small, random thing - the way Jake's touch drifted and he gently rubbed your earlobe between his thumb and pointer finger, but for some reason that touch had your body lighting up and the feral switch flipping in your brain.
He seemed startled by your throaty moan and the way you deepened the kiss, gasping against your lips as your tongue frantically sought his before you were humming at the flavor of him and feeling him grow hard against your belly. 
You pulled away only when oxygen truly became an issue, staying close and playing with the soft hair at Jake's nape as he stared at you with wide eyes and whispered a quiet, "Wow."
Laughing, you straightened, your eyes dark and twinkling as you watched him for a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever fucked against the windows?"
Jake nearly swallowed his tongue. "What?"
You giggled at his scandalized look. "Really? It never crossed your mind?"
He slowly shook his head. "No, I mean…they're reflective on the outside, so no one can see inside anyway."
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that and ruin my fun," you pouted, grabbing Jake's hands, walking backward toward the windows, and tugging him with you. "I feel like a little exhibitionism would be good for you, Jakey, even if it's fake."
"Uh…"
"It's okay, I'll ease you into it." Your grin was wicked as you stopped when you felt the cool glass of the windows at your back. 
You released Jake's hands and unzipped your dress, shimmying out of it and kicking it away. You nearly preened at the way Jake's features instantly went slack at the sight of you in your pretty lace lingerie set, giving him a moment to enjoy the view before you unhooked your bra and tossed that aside, too.
"Oh, my god," Jake whispered, his big hands twitching at his sides as your bare breasts jiggled with your movements. 
"Touch me, Jake," you murmured, reaching for his wrists and guiding his hands up to your chest. "That's why we're here, so you can enjoy yourself, enjoy me."
Jake was quiet as he shifted closer to you, seemingly at a loss for words, but his eyes were serious and shadowed with a hint of concern as he looked at your face, like he was checking for any hint of you not wanting this. 
You knew he found none, because hot dayum, did you want this, want him.
"Please touch me," you begged softly, sagging back against the windows and arching your back so your breasts jutted out.
It was an invitation Jake couldn't resist, his hands lifting and gently groping you, testing the weight of one breast in each hand as he gave a shaky exhale and pressed in as close as possible, right up against you before his head was dipping and he was kissing you this time. 
You moaned as his hands gave a firmer squeeze, squirming against Jake and licking into his mouth as you pressed your thighs together. When his fingers found your hard, achy nipples and twisted, you whined, startling Jake to the point that he jerked and pulled away, making you laugh. 
"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" he blustered.
"It's fine," you giggled, tugging him back against you. "It felt good. Keep going."
Jake blinked at you before slowly nodding, his lust-blown gaze dropping to your breasts and lingering as his hand raised and reached for you but paused as you told him to wait. 
"Take this off," you directed, yanking on the front of his jacket. 
Jake acquiesced your demand, quickly shrugging out of his jacket and flinging it behind him, uncaring as it knocked a lamp off of one of the end tables. 
"Oh no–" you started, glancing over his shoulder in concern, but Jake shifted to fill your vision. 
"It's fine," he muttered, palm sliding against your cheek so he could kiss you some more as his free hand continued to play with your chest. 
In between languid kisses and his wandering hands, you managed to get Jake out of his button up, too, and you had to press a hand to his firm as fuck chest to break the kiss for a moment, just so you could enjoy the view of his incredible body. 
"Jesus Christ," you huffed, your hands wandering over his chest now, feeling all along his hard, cut muscles and the fair hair peppering his pecs and tapering down his stomach. "Jake! You are a literal dream, my god." Your eyes narrowed as you met his shy gaze and vowed, "I'll make sure you believe it by the end of the night."
And then you were on him, practically climbing Jake like a tree to the extent that he oofed against your mouth as you kissed him and shoved him back toward the sofa. 
Jake let out another startled noise as you pushed him until he collapsed against the plush sofa cushions, watching with wide eyes as you straddled his lap, twined your arms around his neck, gave him a sweet smile, and then reeled him in for another round of thorough, frantic kisses.  
When your hand began to wander, trailing down Jake's chest and stomach until your fingers were dancing along the edge of his pants, he groaned against your mouth, his big body shifting restlessly beneath you. 
Grinning, you pulled away, giving his cherry pink kiss-swollen lips stray pecks and nips as you undid his belt and flicked open the button and fly of his slacks before dipping your hand inside.
"Oh god," Jake rasped when your hand finally closed around his cock. 
You moved in for some slow, sweet kisses, swallowing Jake's moans and gasps as your hand kept up its work and dug his cock free from his boxer briefs and pants. You couldn't resist a peek to see what you were working with, your grin so big and your eyes twinkling as you drank him in. 
"Of course you're hung like a fucking horse, too. Jesus Christ, I'm keeping you."
It was instant, the way Jake's face went beet red, the flush staining all the way down his neck to the top of his chest as he laughed and shook his head. 
His mouth gaped as you made a show of pulling your hand away and licking it, getting it good and wet with your spit before you were taking Jake's cock back into your grip and pulling the kind of moves that had his hips rutting and his head falling back as he moaned.
You hummed as his tip began to bead with pre-cum, spreading it all around and twisting your hand as you pumped his shaft, allowing your fingers to dance lower and tease along his balls, earning another throaty moan from Jake.
His head popped up, his eyes glazed as he met your impish gaze and panted, "Wow, you're really good at that."
"You have your skill set and I have mine," you replied, giving an eyebrow waggle that had Jake snorting with laughter. 
Your hand began to move slower, drawing out his pleasure–and your fun–and you leaned in for another kiss, smiling the whole time because you couldn't not.
"You're really pretty," Jake murmured as you pulled away. His face was so serious, his words beyond genuine–and innocent–as his fingers gently caressed along your face.  "You're beautiful. And you smell really good. And I'm really happy the agency matched me with you."
Your face softened and you had to swallow down the sudden lump in your throat, because you could actually see the relief and gratitude shining in Jake's eyes. 
"You're really sweet," you whispered, giving him a sweet peck before pulling away and smiling as you told him, "And built like some kind of super soldier and I'm totally here for it."
Jake grinned in delight. "You know about super soldiers?"
Biting your lip in a way that had Jake's cock jumping in your hand, you leaned in so he could feel the warmth of your words against his parted lips as you divulged, "You may not be the only nerd in residence, my dude."
Jake snickered, his eyes playfully narrowing as he quizzed you, "What's your favorite superhero movie?"
"It's a tie between The Dark Knight trilogy and Captain America 2," you answered without missing a beat.
Jake looked pleasantly surprised by your answer. "Okay, your nerd points are creeping up."
"S'not the only thing creeping up," you teased as his cock gave another twitch in your hand, hard and straining for attention. "You wanna fuck my tits?"
Jake choked on his spit at your sudden suggestion, making you giggle as he stuttered, "Uh…"
"Do these floor to ceiling windows extend to the bedroom?" you asked before he could actually answer.
Confused by the sudden change of subject, Jake's brows furrowed. "Yes?"
"Awesome!" You gave his cock one final pump before rising from his lap, taking Jake's hand, and yanking him to his feet. "Take me there."
Jake did so without question–or pause–and once you were in his bedroom, you backed him into the wall of windows, shedding your panties before sinking to your knees and taking his cock into your mouth. 
"Ohhhh my god," Jake gasped, his big hand shooting out to cradle the back of your head as you started to bob and suck and do some kind of tongue wizardry that had him going cross eyed. 
When you eagerly took him to the back of your throat and lingered, swallowing around him, Jaked hissed, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," and it had you humming before finally pulling away and gasping for air. 
Gripping his cock at the base, you made sure it was shining with your spit before leaning back, straightening on your knees, and cupping your tits with your hands. 
"Come on, handsome, fuck my tits. I know you'll love it."
"Hnnngh," Jake panted, blinking down at you and looking like he was having trouble computing your request.
Smirking, you waited patiently for his brain to catch up with reality, cooing praise at Jake when he finally gripped his own cock and guided it to your chest.
Despite the sinful nature of what you were doing, Jake was so careful as he eased himself between your tits, that you could have cried. 
He really was the sweetest man you had ever met.
And his groan when he gave his first hesitate rut between your tits? It was sin incarnate, and it had a flood of slick seeping out of your pussy and staining your thighs as you moaned in encouragement and egged Jake on.
Soon he was fucking your tits with abandon, gasping and groaning as his stomach muscles began to twitch and spasm.
"That's it, handsome, cum for me," you whispered, angling your face down and sticking out your tongue so you could lap at the crown of his cock every time it drove up between your breasts. "Cum all over me, Jake, I wanna be covered in you."
"Oh god," he rasped, one of his hands falling to your shoulder and gripping hard as he finally lost his rhythm and came with a shaky shout. 
"Mmm, that's it, give it to me," you sighed dreamily as the first warm, sticky burst of his cum splashed against the underside of your chin. Tipping your head back, you reveled in the feel of Jake's pleasure streaking all along your skin, his blissful groans and moans raining down around you in a perfect storm of unadulterated pleasure.
He nearly fell over you once he finished, his knees giving slightly as you laughed and helped to steady him back against the windows. 
You could tell Jake needed a moment, so you just shot him a wink and rose to your feet before moving toward his neatly made king-size bed and sprawling across it. 
Happily humming to yourself, you swiped Jake's cum from your skin, licking it off of your fingers and giving a devious grin at the choked sound that came from Jake. Rolling onto your side, you watched him–unwavering–as you continued to scoop his seed from your skin and suck it off of your fingertips as you looked him dead in the eye. 
His soft cock twitched against his thigh at the show you were putting on, and you grinned. Your skin was as clean as you were going to get it with your method of choice, so you turned your full attention back to Jake. 
"Are you a cuddler?" you asked him.
Jake blinked at you, owlish and still recovering. After a long moment of silence, that shy look of his returned as he finally straightened and raked his fingers over his wild hair. 
"Maybe."
Your grin grew. "I knew it. Get naked and get over here and hold me, you big pile of muscles."
Jake cracked a grin and did what he was told, discarding the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as you before slowly moving closer. 
"God, you really are unbelievably hot," you sighed in admiration as Jake made it to the edge of the bed and stood over you. 
"Thanks," he murmured, making you giggle as he hesitantly knelt on the mattress.
And then he was oofing as you yanked him closer, right on top of you, sliding your hands around his back and groping all along his flexing muscles as your legs spread wide and welcomed him against your warm, messy core.
Your mouth was on his before Jake could say a word, and you hummed in victory as his body finally relented and sank against your own. You kept your kisses slow and playful, enjoying learning the flavor of Jake's tongue and memorizing the feel of his soft, pillowy lips against yours. 
He was doing his random soft touches thing again, this time with his hand cradling your throat and his thumb unconsciously caressing back and forth against your skin, and it was the strangest thing to get you so riled, but it definitely did. 
Whining in desperation, you tilted your hips, rutting up against Jake's stomach as you eagerly sought some friction, some modicum of relief. Finally–impatiently–you shoved at his chest, wanting him to settle onto his back so you could ride him, but for the first time all night, Jake stopped you in your tracks.
You went still, your eyes wide as you asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah!" he nodded quickly, lips tilting into a small smile before he gave a nervous laugh. He sounded so unsure as he said, "I just…want to eat you out? If you're okay with that?"
Your face instantly lit up. "Jesus, you're like the perfect man."
Jake's gaze instantly fell away, all shy and sweet as that rosy hue flooded his cheeks, and you resisted the urge to pounce on him all over again. Instead, you settled onto your back, shimmied out of your ruined panites, and flung them aside as you spread your legs wide. Then you gave him a toothy grin as you said, "Please, have at it."
And did he ever.
Once he had your permission, Jake showed zero hesitation at planting himself between your legs, tugging your pussy folds apart with his thumbs and tonguing up the slick-shined cut of you with an obscene groan of satisfaction.
"Of course you're amazing at this," you wisped, sagging back against the bed and tossing your arm over your eyes as you arched and keened at the way Jake was now lapping at your clit and teasing your quivering hole with his fingers. 
When his thumb took over loving on your little bundle of nerves so he could shove his tongue into your cunt, you nearly sprung off the bed, giving a cry that sounded very much like a sob as an unexpected orgasm tore through you. 
Pleasure rattled all along your body, from your cunt and rippling outward as you trembled and whined, your hand shooting down so you could fist Jake's hair in your fingers and press his face further into your cunt.
He groaned in delight as you rutted against him, his glasses askew and his jaw working double time as he pushed and flicked his tongue as deep and as quickly as he could. When he felt your thighs trembling around his head for the second time, he pulled back and shoved two thick fingers into your pussy, his mouth finding your clit and sucking until you were screaming his name and cumming all over again.
Only when you whined your overstimulation and tried to close your legs around his head did Jake finally relent, panting as he sagged against you. His cheek was warm as it rested on your still trembling thigh, his glasses foggy as he stared up the length of your body to try to meet your gaze.
But you were too busy still recovering, your body quivering with stray aftershocks as you dazedly blinked up at the ceiling and distantly pondered the meaning of life. 
After a few moments, you finally glanced down and found Jake's soft smile aimed your way. 
"Good?" he asked shyly. 
Hopefully.
"Good!?" you scoffed. "Try uh-mazing. Incredible. The best sexual experience of my life. A million out of ten, would ride again."
Instead of looking smug, like most men would in that moment, Jake looked endearingly happy and…a little surprised as he asked, "Really?"
And god, you wanted to fucking eat him all up.
"Hell yeah. Get up here, you sweet, sweet, puppy," you demanded. "God, I don't think I've ever gotten so lucky with a client."
"Isn't that kind of your job…getting lucky?" Jake quipped, looking pleased with himself at his own joke, especially when you let out a surprised laugh.
"Touche," you murmured, turning onto your side and waiting for Jake to mirror your position before you shimmied closer to him. 
You hitched your leg over his hip, tugging him in for some more kisses, smiling at his pleased purr when you pressed flush against him and he could feel your boobs against his bare chest. 
Soon his cock was hard and jutting against your stomach again, and you pulled away from the kiss so you could meet Jake's smokey gaze, not finding one ounce of nerves or shyness as your hand gripped his cock and guided it to your center.
You held his gaze, your mouth hovering over his as he slowly slid inside you, tasting your gasp against his lips as he rutted until he bottomed out and your lashes were fluttering because he was so deep and felt so good.
"God, Jake," you sighed, sliding your hand along the nape of his neck and tipping your face up for another kiss. "Make me feel you," you pleaded softly, canting your hips and rocking a little so he shifted even deeper inside of you. "Make me remember you."
Jake's features went soft as his eyes sparked with a kind of warmth and determination that had a shiver racing up your spine. His hand touched your hip, then skimmed around and lower, until he was palming your ass and tilting your hips just right.
When he started to move against you–inside of you–your eyes rolled back in your head. He felt incredible, his big, thick cock hitting every single sweet spot inside of you, many of which you were only now discovering for the very first time.
It was all the pretty sounds you were making that had Jake's desperation spiking and his pace picking up, and finally the sound of skin slapping started to echo around the room as he fucked you with enthusiasm, without relent.
He tore a breathy cry from your lips with each and every deep plunge of his cock, and when he grinded against you, rutting until he bottomed out and making you feel him so deep, you swore he would always be apart of you, you felt that coil deep within your center twist taut, just on the edge of snapping.
"Please," you gasped, whining as you rocked against Jake desperately, needy to a pathetic degree but not giving one single fuck, especially once Jake went at you harder and faster, just like you wanted. "Yes! Yes, just like that, please don't stop!"
"You're so pretty," Jake groaned, palming your cheek as he continued to shove inside of you over and over again. "God, you're so gorgeous, feel so good."
You came suddenly and with a delighted keen, your eyes slamming shut and head thrown back as a kind of pleasure you had never felt before erupted from the deepest depths of you and flooded through every inch of your body. 
"Fuck," Jake hissed as your cunt fluttered and clamped around him hard. 
He shoved you onto your back, his hips hammering into you as he chased his own end now, and just as your orgasm died down, his own ignited.
Jake groaned as he rutted into you with force, lingering as his cock throbbed and his cum spilled inside of you. Moaning he gave a few more jerky thrusts, pumping his hips until he was completely spent and collapsing on top of you, just as boneless as you were beneath him.
After a few moments of you both panting and catching your breath, Jake shifted so he wasn't crushing you, but stayed close, sprawled against your chest and nuzzling against the crook of your neck. 
"Hmmph, can't move," he declared on a sleepy murmur. 
You laughed as you played with his hair, your body just as thoroughly wrung out as his and all gooey and warm and blissfully sated. 
"Same," you whispered, your own eyes closing and staying that way as sleep called to you. 
And then a thought occurred to you–the memory of your promise from earlier in the evening–and you peeled your eyes open and gave Jake's hair a ruffle until he was sleepily blinking up at you.
"You are a dream boat, Jake Jensen," you told him with a soft smile, brushing a few wayward strands of hair from his eyes. "Do you believe me?"
Grinning, Jake nodded, looking so sweetly pleased as he replied, "Yeah, I believe you."
"Good, then my job here is done," you sighed, allowing your eyes to fall shut once more and smiling as you felt Jake press a gentle kiss to the side of your throat before settling against you and waiting for sleep to come and take you both.
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"Hey!" Jake greeted as he slid into the booth. "Sorry I'm late. My morning work meeting ran over."
From across the table, his best friend, Ari Levinson, grinned goodnaturedly. "I'm surprised you could even fit me into your packed schedule at all, Mr. Sorry I'm Busy Again."
Jake's smile was bashful and he paused before replying as a waitress appeared beside their table and took their lunch order. 
"I really am sorry," Jake said once it was just the two of them again. "Work has just been crazy with our new launch coming up and…"
Ari's interest was immediately piqued at the way Jake glanced away and his cheeks gained a pink tinge to them.
"And…" Ari encouraged, grinning as he leaned across the table and eagerly waited for Jake to elaborate.
"I met someone. Kinda," Jake muttered, his blue eyes flickering to Ari then away again.
Ari was quiet for a moment, watching in amusement as his friend glanced all around the small, busy bistro in downtown LA. 
As Jake looked anywhere but at Ari.
"How do you kinda meet someone?" Ari asked.
"Well…" Jake hesitated. His blush grew darker as his eyes finally reconnected with Ari's and he leaned closer, his voice lowering as he confessed, "It's kind of her job, if you know what I mean…" 
Ari's eyebrows shot up, a slow, pleased smile curling across his full lips. 
"I may have taken your advice and checked out that agency you recommended," Jake continued.
"Good for you, man," Ari's smile was more genuine than teasing.
He knew that Jake struggled in the women department, which is why he had floated the idea of paid company for his friend to kind of get his feet wet and maybe gain a little confidence. 
"And you're focusing on one woman?" Ari asked, keeping the conversation light as he reached for his drink and took a sip.
"Yeah, I've seen her a few times now and she's…amazing," Jake gushed. "Beautiful. Funny. A closet nerd. A…sexual terror, my god."
Ari laughed at Jake's wide-eyed flabbergasted look. "She sounds like the perfect woman."
"She is," Jake nodded emphatically, his lips curling into a smile as he got this far away look in his eyes.
"So," Ari smirked, "A sexual terror, huh?"
Jake laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as his blush renewed. "Yeah, like not to be gross or anything, or divulge too much, because I don't want to be that guy, but wow."
There was a moment of silence before Jake was smiling as big as Ari had ever seen and shaking his head. 
"I dunno how I got so lucky to match with her."
"Sounds like she's pretty lucky, too," Ari hummed. He chuckled at Jake's pleased look, thinking for a moment. "Would you be pissed if I booked her for an evening, on your referral, of course?"
Jake perked up at the idea, a smile tugging at his lips. "I think she'd really appreciate that! From what she's said, it sounds like her client list is kind of a mixed bag and she was so happy to meet someone nice, and I know you'd treat her well, too. She deserves that."
Grinning wryly, Ari shook his head. "You know what, Jake Jensen, sometimes you really do come across as way too good and pure for this world."
Scoffing, Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm just–"
"Being you," Ari finished. He watched his friend fondly for a moment, his features growing more serious. "Really though, you'd be okay with me requesting her? I don't want to step on your toes or anything. I'll happily back off if it makes you uncomfortable in any way."
"I appreciate that, man, but I really don't mind," Jake shrugged, reaching for his own drink. "It's her career and she's very good at it and I want her to be successful and taken care of." He took a drink before continuing, "Plus, you can tell me if she really is as amazing as I think she is or if I'm delusional."
Laughing, Ari sat back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the tabletop as he replied, "Well, why don't you reach out to her to see if she's taking on new clients, and if she is, let her know you have a referral." 
He paused, watching as Jake pulled out his phone to text you, a mischievous gleam lighting in his eyes.
"But don't tell her too much about me," Ari urged. "Let's leave a little bit of mystery."
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You couldn't stop smiling as you rode the elevator up to your newest client's penthouse.
You honestly could not believe your luck. 
You'd been an escort for years, and while you had been mildly successful, enough to live a comfortable lifestyle without too many ick or snorefest clients, in the last month alone, you had simply hit the jackpot with Jake Jensen.
You adored him to be honest, and now he was doing you a major solid by referring one of his friends to you, too!
Smirking as the elevator dinged its arrival to the correct floor, you stepped into the hallway and smoothed down the front of your short, sexy dress.
You couldn't wait to blow another sweet goober's mind, because if Jake's friend was anything like Jake himself, you were gonna have two unbelievable sweet puppies on your hands.
Strutting down the hall to the last apartment, you adjusted your tits until you were rocking your deep plunge bra and the low cut of your dress. 
Then you knocked on the door and waited.
When it opened, your seductive smile froze on your face.
Because it was not a sweet goober standing opposite of you. 
It was a greek fucking god.
Ari Levinson looked like someone had waved a magic wand over a book about Greek gods and he just popped off the page and appeared before you in real life in all his tall, broad, beefcake glory.
"Uh…I'm not sure if I have the right apartment," you laughed nervously.
Your eyes dipped from Ari's handsome face and down the length of his impressive body, lingering on the way his light denim shirt was unbuttoned nearly halfway, giving you tantalizing peeks of firm, golden skin and dark chest hair, and all the way down to his bare feet, a detail that was so weirdly intimate it made your pussy clench. 
Ari spoke your name in a voice that sounded like sin personified - all deep and gravelly and once against making your cunt jump to attention.
"Yes," you nearly stuttered, still unable to process how this night was turning out. And you just needed to confirm that, "You're Ari?"
"Sure am," Ari's grin was lazy as he leaned against the door frame, looking incredibly amused by the way he was obviously throwing you for a loop. 
"The Ari who is Jake Jensen's best friend?" you pressed.
Like an idiot.
This man had you acting like a straight up fool and you hadn't even entered his home  yet.
"Guilty as charged."
"You…aren't what I expected," you finally admitted on a near-whisper.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Ari asked playfully.
You smiled, laughing a little. "I guess I just assumed all of Jake's friends were a bunch of D&D playing nerd bombers. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but you're just…wow."
The grin that curled Ari's lips was so wicked–and sinfully delighted–that you pressed your thighs together without even thinking. 
The fact that this man that you had known for all of two minutes was already having such an effect on your body–and on your pussy–should have worried you. 
But it didn't. 
It fucking thrilled you to bits.
"Well," Ari purred, straightening and towering over you before stepping aside and gesturing you into his home. "Why don't you come in and see if the book's as good as the cover?"
You giggled at his word play, teasing him right back with a, "Yeah, that's definitely what I'm here for, the plot."
Smirking, Ari held out one of his big hands for you. His eyes warmed–ignited really–as he watched you, his gaze glinting with challenge and sending a shiver down your spine as you gently placed your hand in his and let him tug you inside his home to get your evening together started.
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im sorry, IM SORRY... biker!jake thingz
Jake has an interesting way of cheering you up.
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Pairing: Biker!Jake x Reader
WC: Drabble
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This is not what you expected when Jake said he knew the perfect way to cheer you up.
Anyone else would have turned on your favorite movie, offered a back rub, let you rant, or maybe even tell a funny story.
Not your biker.
He dropped his pants, pulled down his tight black briefs. Looked you right in the eyes, rotating his hips, his large cock swinging in a near perfect circles.
"What the..." Your mouth fell open, shock contorting your features. You couldn't look away. It was oddly mesmerizing. Your head tilted as you continued to watch it go around and around.
"Feeling better?" He asked, an adorable smile pulling at his lips, his crooked glasses slipping off his nose. "You like?"
Your gaze flicked up to his face, taking in his proud expression. You have questions. So many questions. You're not sure if you want to know the answers though. So you settle for the safer option.
"I'm,"—you drew out the word, eyes dropping back to his cock.—"feeling something." That earns you a few more spins, the loud clapclapclap as he swings his cock around has laughter spilling past your lips. Before you can stop yourself, you're asking, "got any other tricks?"
"You'd be surprised,"He teased, raking his teeth across his bottom lip, he rocks back on his heels and his hand grasps his shaft. Both of you watched him thicken, growing in his grip. "Why don't you come over here so I can show you everything I can do."
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | threesome
pairing | stepbrothers!jake jensen and curtis everett x best friend!reader
warnings | stepcest? jake and curtis are stepbrothers, reader is their best friend. big innocence kink, almost little!reader vibes. mentions of other "sex lessons": masturbation, fingering, hand/blow jobs, eating out. sex toys (dildo used, bullet vibe mentioned.) nipple play. clit rubbing. fingering. hint of orgasm delay. she comes hard :D lots of aftercare!
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an | @brandycranby and i were discussing the idea of brothers jakey and curtis a little while back and i thought it would be a fun pair to try out for this prompt- thanks for always slutting out in the dm's with me, brandy bby!! i treasure our naughty brainstorms so so much <33
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what if stepbros jakey and curtis are childhood best friends with a suuuuper innocent reader (you!!), and when you all reach your early 20's they decide to help you out and teach you "how to play with boys" since you're so clueless/in need of guidance and (they wanna take all your firsts) hehe 🥺
they start out with stuff like how to make yourself feel good and how to make them feel good. little lessons on fingering yourself, giving a hand/blow job, etc. then they work up to being more directly involved: fingering you themselves, teaching you all about your adorable little clit ("this is your clit, baby. it's a very special part of your body that only us and you should touch" 🫠), eating you out, etc.
maybe they want to work up to some more substantial penetration next, but neither of them feel quite ready to put their dick in you (they'll get there eventually, ofc 😌) so jake suggests ordering a dildo to help you practice. they get you on board by telling you they have a fun new toy to show you how to use 🤠 you loooved the little bullet vibe they got you, so of course you're happy to learn about more toys!!!
you look so darn cute when curtis opens the door to let you in, he has to fight off the overwhelming urge to just pin you up against the wall and fuck you right there before jake can even set eyes on you 🥲
flouncing obliviously in your pink mini skirt, your perky tits bouncing in your flimsy white camisole. two little pigtails with bows in your hair, sticky lipgloss from the drugstore spread across your plump lips, you don't know how crazy you drive your poor friend. "c'mon bunny, jakey's upstairs waiting for us," you reach for his hand so trustingly, his heart melts 🥺
he brings you up to his and his stepbrother's shared bedroom. jakey's waiting on his bed with the toy's box sitting beside him. "there's our pretty girl," the blonde pulls you in for a hug, "are you excited, sweetie? it just came in the mail today!"
they help you into one of your usual positions: jake behind you with his legs on either side of you, your back pressed against his broad chest- and curtis in front of you, doing most of the instructing and work. there's a shared mutual understanding that you feel safest in jakey's arms when trying out scary new things, something that curtis can't help but feel a little hurt about. he's always been the more serious of the two, while jakey is more fun and carefree. in this particular instance tho, curtis doesn't mind, as he gets the most hands-on action
"remember how we said this new toy's gonna help stretch you out, sweetheart?" curtis is gently introducing the new tool to you as jake pulls down the waistband of your skirt, helping you out of it as well as your panties. by now, you've outgrown most of the initial embarrassment and shyness and don't show any resistance to being undressed by them
you nod, big eyes fixed on curtis to show him you're listening. you gasp softly when he removes the toy from its packaging. they started out at a reasonable size, but it still seems massive to you
"look cutie, we found a pink one!" jake's hooking your legs over his to open you up nice and wide before rubbing your inner thighs soothingly with his big hands to help settle your nerves
"we'll go nice and slow, bunny. you just tell us if it's too much," the man before you is saying seriously, wanting to assure you feel safe and comfortable before proceeding
naturally, you need to be warmed up before introducing the toy. by now the brothers know your body well enough to do this with relative ease. jake focuses on your tits, slipping his hand under your cami to tweak and tug at your sensitive nipples. curtis plays with your clit just how you like it, pulling back the hood and rubbing steady circles right on the head 🥺 doesn't take long to turn you into a dripping, writhing mess with their skilled hands on you
when you're appropriately aroused, they share a glance, both pulling away in unison. you were well on your way to building up to an orgasm, so their sudden abandonment earns plenty of protesting whimpers
"shhh bunny, easy," curtis is murmuring as he brings the toy up to gently start rubbing the smooth silicon head over your slippery slit
"c'mon sweet thing, you're okay," jake adds in, reaching down to rub your thighs again. they both watch with great concentration as the dildo is gently worked into you. curtis uses gradual pumping motions, forcing a bit more of the toy up into you each time
the stretch burns a little, causing you to whine softly. "easy baby," jake reaches down to smear some of your wetness over your throbbing clit to help lessen the pain. he and curtis work together at a steady rhythm, slowly but surely working you up to take the entire length of the object
once it's fully inserted, curtis takes a moment to push it up as far as he can and hold it there, groaning softly at the way your poor pussy flutters around the base. he can feel the tip hitting right up against something hard- what he guesses must be your cervix. "you're so tiny, sweetheart. can barely take the whole thing," he's marveling at how small your channel is, how much it's struggling to take even a smaller-sized toy "you want me to fuck you with it, bunny? want me to fuck this pretty little pussy with your brand new toy?"
you look up at him with the biggest eyes, nodding so sweetly. "use your words, cutie. tell him what you want," jake instructs you
your voice is trembling as you do as you're told, "p-please, please fuck me with it. please fuck me with my new toy" 🥺
"good girl," curtis is beaming, resuming the pumping motions of the dildo inside of you. jake quickens his finger over your clit, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you lay further back against him. grabbing at one of your tits with his free hand, pinching at your pebbled nipple
"please, p-please," you're starting to chant as curtis increases his speed and force
"you gonna come for us, bunny? gonna give us a nice big one? c'mon, sweetheart. let's see it," he's working you up further with his words
"come for us, baby. c'mon, that's it. almost there..." jake chimes in, squeezing and rolling your puffy clit between his fingers just as you tumble over the edge. they both gasp in unison, smiling widely as your orgasm washes over you. your little cunt spasms wildly around the toy, the glorious feeling of being so full and stretched out as you come only prolonging the period of burning pleasure
curtis lets you fully come down from your high, leaving you stuffed with the toy as jake gives you another kiss over your hair. "easy takin' it out," the blonde instructs his stepbrother, "poor baby must be so sensitive now"
they take good care of you, easing the toy out when you're ready and cleaning you up. they have a little basket just for you that they use for aftercare, has all the stuff they need: a washcloth, a new pair of panties for you, some chocolate, maybe a stuffed animal and blanket hehe 🥺
you spend plenty of time after snuggled up between them. they love cuddling you and doting on you after your lessons are over. they make sure to teach you how essential aftercare is; they always tell you "if a guy doesn't give you at least as much aftercare as we've been giving you, dump him and tell us where he lives" hehe 🫶they seriously love you so much, they're so proud of you for being so brave and taking your new toy 💕
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Ok and just hear me out so like some of the Chris evans characters like Lloyd,ari,ransom,jensen, and Andy like let’s say they all shared reader there little bunny and one one sunny day she was in there pool because it was hot and she was limited to a certain time because they wanted her inside so she didn’t get cold from the water and they all come outside and see her playing and tell her to come in but she’s throwing a fit and being a brat so they tried getting her out but eventually Ari jumped in and she seen so she tried swimming away but she was a little slow so Ari grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer to him turning her around and she hides in her face into his neck knowing she’s in trouble for pulling her little stunt
Idk it’s just something I thought of☕️😍
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Warning(s): Ddlg vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, one spank and mentions of punishment, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!you. Browse at your own discretion. 18+
You already know the stricter and older Daddies (Andy, Lloyd and Ari) have their massive arms crossed over their broad chests in disapproval as they watch your little form. 
"Nooo, Daddy! Bunny wanna swim more, ugh!" You brattily huff and throw your feet against the water as you stomp away from the side of the pool they're standing on. 
Ransom and Jensen get the blame for spoiling you so much when the truth is, all of them are equally whipped and can't help but pamper you in every way possible. 
That is exactly why you have been getting brattier and brattier. 
"Bunny…" Lloyd warns as he walks along the length of the pool to try and stop you without spoiling his work fit. "Out, now." 
You turn to only stick your tongue out at him, your little barbie and ducky floaties that Jensen had practically forced upon you, helping you drift away from him and towards the middle of the pool.
The men warningly watched you now, trying to intimidate you into obedience but you were following the strict rule of if I can't see them, they can't get me.
Andy loosened his tie as he sighed. He had just gotten home.
"I'll count to 5" the oldest male warned, expecting you to fold as usual.
But you really wanted to be punished today, didn't you?
A few moments passed as you ignored the concerned men, giggling at how the wrinkles caused by the pool water were increasing along the tips of your fingers and toes. 
"That's it!" Ari was the least fancy out of them all. A literal giant with a stature of 6 foot five inches, he was a rough and tough man that did not have much patience for bullshit. 
Kicking his shoes off, the man pulled his plaid and tee off next. While you stayed high on your brat cloud, Ari shrugged his pants off before diving into the pool like a professional swimmer.
You turned to look behind you in horror when the loud splash of water sounded a small distance away from you.
Ari was bringing the proximity to a very quick close with the help of his fast movements and large limbs.
"NUUU! NOT FAIR!" You screeched as you flailed your arms about you, winding one of your legs back before you started to kick down at the water to get away from the nearing doom.
"Come here, you!" Another screech left you when in your attempt to flee your persuer you accidentally swam a little close to Ransom and his hand lunged towards you to grab a hold. 
Although you successfully dodged him with a quick manouvre, your smaller body was no match in speed to Ari's and before you could recover from Ransom's grab, thick and built hairy arms were closing around your form after your hips were pulled in his direction with the tips of his strong fingers.
"NOOOOO!" You protested in despair, flailing your limbs to express yourself as Ari turned you around to face him. 
The moment his strict eyes that were rather rare but brought you to tears every time they came out, met with yours, you became a mum and whimpering mess.
The lips that the men loved (to play with) so much formed a pout as you weakly buried your face in the conjunction between his shoulder and neck.
The best little girl is a quiet one. 
The older Daddies had taught you this.
"There we go" Ari crooned as he caressed your back while bringing you both to the edge where the other Daddies were standing. 
Jensen pulled you up and out by your shoulders while Ari supported your legs so you wouldn't end up with sore limbs from the force of it. 
But you weren't placed on the ground. 
Instead you were made to dangle like the little bunny doll that you were between the men as Ransom stepped forward to peal your floaties and wet bikini off of you. 
"And now we are just a weak little pathetic pouting brat" Daddy Lloyd's condescending tut along with the sudden nakedness had you blushing furiously as you stared anywhere but at your owners. 
Andy being the most authoritative one was the one you were handed to -more like tucked against his hip as he had an arm around your sorry form to keep you levitated- as you were carried inside.
"Such a spoilt little bunny, aren't we?" The sharp smack he landed on your ass had you whining. 
You were in for a long evening with your cross Daddies.
Omg thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely loved it and your brain because this made me all hot and shy! I know I am responding to this a bit late but I wanted to do it justice 🥵❤️
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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week 2 - day 5 - kinktober - cream pie and breeding kink - tutor jake jensen x student reader.
warning - cream pie and breeding kink.
kinktober masterlist
18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.
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“I’m still not getting it, is it supposed to be doing this?” I look at Jake with wide eyes, scared of failing. Jake shakes his head, leaning closer and looking at what my computer is doing. I chew nervously on my bottom lip, noticing the disappointment in his eyes.
“How’d you manage this, hmm?” He types away, trying to fix all the mistakes I made. Jake pushes his glasses up, clearing his throat as he tries to ignore you, trying to desperately will away the dirty thoughts in his mind. All he wants to do is push this stupid laptop away and fuck you in that little dress.
“I–I don’t know, I’m sorry.” A hiccup leaves your lips as you try to hold back your tears, Jake looks over, and his cock hardens. His eyes land on your hardened nipple. The way your chest moves up and down, the harder you try to hold back your sobs. Jake places a hand on your thigh, closing his eyes for a split second.
“It’s okay. We’ll fix it. This is why I’m here, to help your little brain understand this.” Tears are still in your eyes, threatening to spill. You nod, watching Jake. 
“Okay… Thank you, Professor.” Jake’s cock throbs when you use the title he told you to call him. He moves the chair back before patting his thigh. Watching your doe-like eyes dart to his bulge, his veiny hand, and his thigh, your tongue pokes out as you subconsciously lick your lips.
“Sit here. It’ll make it easier for me to teach you” Jake has to try and hold the dark look in his eyes back. You look at him curiously but get up and slowly sit down on his thigh, not wanting to disrespect him. Jake bites down on his lip hard, holding back the groan that wants to escape. His hands grip the side of the chair until his knuckles turn white. The feeling of you throbbing against him is getting to him, desperately wanting to throw all morals out the window and fuck you until you are full of his cum and pregnant with his kids.
His cock twitches at the thought of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around him. His thoughts are interrupted, “are you sure this is appropriate, professor?” you start to wiggle around, trying to get comfy on his lap. Your ass is brushing up against his bulge, which causes you to get curious and wiggle against it more. Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you rub against his bulge. “Professor? There’s something in your pants, and it’s making it hard to get comfortable.” Jake swears he could’ve cum right then and there just from your innocence.
He grabs your hips, moving you so your back is flat against his chest and your pussy is directly on top of his cock, his length being hugged by your lips. Jake’s hips buck up slightly from the feeling causing a soft whimper to exit your lips. His lips move close to your ear as he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core, causing it to throb around his cock. “Don’t worry, bunny. This is very appropriate, but you can only do this with me, okay?” You nod, softly grinding down.
“Now, look towards the screen, and I’ll show you what you need to do.” You are both focused on the laptop screen for a while until Jake feels you slowly start to grind against him, huffing out something about being uncomfortable. He grips your hips, “what’s up, bunny?” His hands stroke your sides.
“Hmph, I’m uncomfortable.” Jake feels you snuggle against him. For a second, he’s confused until he feels your pussy throb against him and a wetness build. The pieces are put together when he realises uncomfortable is horny. Y/n looks at him from over her shoulder. “Can you please help, Professor? It hurts.” Jake’s mouth drops open when you pout.
He nods, his cock leaking as his fantasy comes true. Lifting Y/n and bending her over the table, Jake lifts her dress, moaning at the sight of her soaked knickers. “Okay, bunny. Are you okay with this?” She whines, nodding. “Words,” Jake growls, his cock straining against his pants.
“Yes, yes. I’m okay with this. Please, make the tingles go away. It hurts so much.” Y/n pushes herself back, grinding against his bulge, trying to relieve her pain. Jake grabs her hips, stopping her from moving before he moves his hand down to her core and rubs her through her knickers. Her moans fill the room as he rubs her little button before pulling them to the side, his mouth waters at her glistening lips.
Jake quickly unzips his pants, taking his weeping cock out before lining it with her hole. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling of being against her. “Are you sure you want this, bunny?” She repeatedly says yes, trying to push back into him so his cock slips inside but can’t move with how he’s holding her in place.
Slowly pushing inside, a groan fills the room. “Fuck, bunny, such a tight little girl. Jesus, fuck.” His hips jerk, cock slipping deeper inside you. Your walls hugging him, feeling every vein on his length, the feeling makes you moan, wiggling your hips wanting more friction. Jake looks down, and the sight is something he’s dreamed about, touched his cock too. He thrusts harder and faster into your sopping cunt, watching himself disappear and reappear, his balls slapping against your little button.
“Fuck, bunny. Do you- fuck -do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this. Bury my cock so deep inside of you and fill you with my cum, repeating it over and over again until you fall pregnant with my kids.” Jake feels you clench down on him at the thought, your little cunt spasming around him as you cum, “fuck, look at you. Cumming at the thought of being pregnant.” His cock throbs when he feels you clench again, placing a hand on your back and pushing you into the table as his hips jerk roughly into you.
His length hits every spot inside of you. Your moans are like music to Jake’s ears. Reaching down, he starts to rub your clit. Loving the way you scream his name, his pace speeds up when he feels his end approaching. “Fuck, bunny. I’m going to cum, and you will take it all. You going to make me a daddy?” Y/n nods, tears rolling down her cheeks as her orgasm explodes, squirting all over Jake’s cock and his clothes.
Jake’s eyes widen, and his cock twitches wildly as he cums deep inside her cunt. Still thrusting as much as he can as he empties himself, Jake slowly pulls out before getting on his knees and looking at her used cunt. His cock hardens again as he watches his cream slowly leak out of her. Two fingers push his cum back inside before leaning forward and placing a kiss on her clit.
“You did good, bunny, but we’re gonna have to do this your whole lesson, just to make sure it takes.”
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