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babyjakes · 4 months

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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!

word count | 1,353

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

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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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Nanny Master List

This series is completed! ✔️

Nearly five years ago, he was just a simple kid who had a crush on his best friend's mom. But then, he went away to the army after a bad break up...and when he came home, he realized that the drunk sex he had with the love of his life resulted in his first child.

Once the dust settled, and Jake came to terms with being a father, he and the love of his life got back together, only in time for her to realize that she had cancer that was too late to do anything about since she was pregnant with their second child.

She gave birth and passed within a few months of her son being born from the cancer. Alone and heartbroken, Jake is trying to navigate life once more, and he realizes that he has to go back to the Losers, now that his ex-fiancé's life insurance policy has run out.

So Stephanie and Cougar hire him a nanny.

Chapters

Chapter 1: Soft Moments

Chapter 2: Finding Her

Chapter 3: It Just Came Out

Chapter 4: Don't Go

Chapter 5: First Day Of Kindergarten

Chapter 6: Come Back Home

Chapter 7: Nightmares

Chapter 8: The Disconnect

Chapter 9: Dearly Departed

Chapter 10: Ted E. Bear

Warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter. The story does have mention of death, aggression, smut, and a good bit of angst.

#the nanny #jake jensen smut #soft jake jensen #jake jensen #dilf jake jensen #nanny reader #the losers movie #the losers (2010)#the losers fanfiction #chris evans characters

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eloquentreverie · 5 months

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warnings: minors do not interact! smut, oral sex (male recieving), unprotected sex. also this is my first time writing about jake jensen so please be kind.

word count: 954

pairing: jake jensen x girlfriend!reader

gamer!boyfriend jake jensen thots below!

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙

Thinking about gamer!boyfriend jake jensen who has his hair grown out a little and likes to play his video games after dinner. So you’re literally just stuck in his bed, reading your book, all while he’s talking to his buddies. But after a while, you get tired of the incessant clicking coming from his Xbox controller. And you know, whispering in his ear won’t get him to budge so you slip off the bed and pull down his sweats, knowing he can’t really protest or do anything.

His brow raises when the cool air of the bedroom exposes his soft cock. But as soon as you wrap your lips around the head, you feel him start to grow hard in your mouth, making him cough out a gasp.

"F-Fuck baby-" He starts to experience a little haywire in his game, with all his buttons going a bit faster now, and you smirk a little because your lips are tightly stretched over the head. He’s still just a little more than half soft, but you know exactly what you can do to make him come in no time at all. “Can we-do this some other time? I-I’ve already spent so long playing my game.”

So he wants to talk strategy and be technical about the gameplay, huh?

With his half-soft, thickening cock stuffed in your mouth, all his tactics seem to go out the door when you pull off briefly, giving his cock a little slap. It throbs at the slight pain, but it twitches when you move on from sucking his tip.

Your only response is a ‘no,’ with your eyes glinting with amusement. And then he lets out a groan of defeat as you resume your position of sucking his length while his thighs flex against his will when you fist the base, using your thumb and index finger. “Dude, I think someone else just came and snagged the gun we needed.” Jake lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Y/N, just a little-“ He gets a little frustrated when you pick up his pace.

“Sorry man, something’s happening.” He says lamely as his hips subtly begin to roll, matching the tempo that your mouth creates. You smirk, giving the bottom of his length a harsh suck that makes his breath stutter before pulling off once again, the slickness of his cock is replaced by the warm, cooler air in the bedroom.

“A little... uh?” The grin that decorates your lips is impossible to hide when he gives up so easily. His dick was now hard as a fucking rock. But you’re not satisfied yet. And your thumb gently strokes over the swollen and glistening red tip that’s oozing beads of his pre-cum.

Jake swallows audibly. “A little more...” Your boyfriend doesn’t even know what to say anymore. All he can focus on is your mouth and your hand, both stroking him so perfectly and he just wants to come right there, but he knows that he needs to finish the game first.

He lets out a whiny moan, throwing his head back when you take his length into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheekbones and sucking hard. He’s close. His hips jerk upwards and his thighs tense as he tries to hold himself still. “Fuck! FUCK!”

Jake Jensen lets out the most pathetic whimper as your lips pop off of his cock. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” His hands tighten around the controller, trying his best to ignore your teasing tone.

You give him a few more pumps with your fist, watching the muscles on his neck contract. His eyes are squeezed shut as his jaw goes slack.

And then you stop.

“Y/N...” His voice is hoarse, raspy and strained, like he hasn’t spoken all day. “Baby, please. Please let me come.” Jake’s voice sounds broken and desperate. And his hips are moving erratically now, trying so hard to chase the friction you were just supplying.

“You want to come, Jake? Do you want to fill this little mouth up?” You whisper softly, your hot breath ghosting along the shell of his ear as he nods vigorously, unable to respond. “Then beg.” You command.

“Please,” he pleads with a whine, “please let me come.” He chokes out the words as if it hurts him not to be able to release.

“Good boy.”

The praise sends shivers down his spine and you can see the way his muscles clench under your fingers and you smile to yourself, leaning over and taking the head past your lips again. He lets out an animalistic growl as soon as he feels you sucking him down once again, and you can tell how close he was from just those simple words alone.

“Oh, my god.” The words leave his parted lips like a prayer before you hear the controller drop onto the floor with a thud. His body tenses, the muscles straining against their bonds as he finally spills himself over your tongue with a strangled cry that echoes around the room. “Oh fuck, yes. Yes!” Jake’s chest heaves rapidly and his breathing is ragged when he finally relaxes into the mattress.

His body is still shaking slightly from his powerful orgasm when you pull away from him slowly, licking him clean.

His blue eyes are dark and hooded when they meet yours as he pants heavily, his cheeks flushed pink. You lick your lips before crawling on top of him and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “That’s better.” You murmur against his swollen lips.

“I love you.” He whispers back. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” You can’t help but giggle at the statement.

“You’re such a dork.”

#jake jensen #chris evans #jake jensen fanfic #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen blurbs #jake jensen imagine #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x y/n #the losers fanfiction #mywriting

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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D.I.L.F. masterlist

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Warnings: age gap, heavy daddy kink, cheating, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, voyeurism, dumbification, doggy style, revenge sex, sex tapes, I’ll label this one dub-con (just in case)

D.I.L.F. - Prologue

D.I.L.F. (1) - The plan

D.I.L.F. (2) - Foreplay

D.I.L.F. (3) - Main Course

D.I.L.F. (5) - Double Team

D.I.L.F. (6) - TBA

#D.I.L.F. masterlist #tony stark #franklin clay #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark x fem!reader #tw: daddy kink #tony x y/n #tony x reader #tw: cheating #franklin clay x reader #the losers fanfiction #iron man fanfiction

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Cant stop thinking about awkward virgin!Jake Jensen having his first time and calling the reader 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 and being all embarrassed about it but then reader says something like “you’re a 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮, making your mommy proud” idk something like that

Fuckkk I don’t think I’ll ever be fit to be a mommy for anyone but this relationship dynamic with Jake?? The thot ignites a part of me I didn’t know existed within me. It’s exclusively for Jake haha. Anyway, let me casually make a oneshot out of this -

Mama’s boy

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following story contains: explicit smut, no plot, loss of virginity, mommy kink, puppy/mommy dynamic, dom! reader, sub!Jake Jensen, cum eating, Jake cums a lot, penetrative/oral sex (M receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

It would all take place first during a heavy make out session. You were in the mood after Jake had been away for a whole week working with the losers, and as soon as he enters the apartment, you pounce at him with kisses and touches.

You would lead him to the bedroom, still slipping your tongue inside his mouth while you stood at the edge of the bed. He knows where this is going, and he feels the urge to confess the one thing he has been so scared to tell you during your relationship.

“W-Wait, Y/N….I..I have to tell you something.” Jake manages to say with brief pauses due to you constantly capturing his lips.

“What is it, baby? Don’t you want this?” You asked, a tint of worry spreading through your face.

You have been together for months and the two of you had yet to engage in having sex. First you thought he didn’t find you appealing enough to have sex with, but you were soon to learn about the true reason as to why Jake has been so hesitant.

He stared into your eyes as he gathered the courage to say something he has been incredibly insecure about.

“I…I’m a virgin..” Jake confesses, turning his gaze down to his feet in shame.

Your lips formed into an ‘o’ form out of surprise. Somehow you hadn’t really come to that conclusion after all this time.

When you noticed his embarrassed demeanor, you stroked his shoulder blades to comfort him. “Hey, that’s completely fine, Jake. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We will take this slow, okay?” You assured him, which made his face lit up with appreciation of how non-judgemental you were being. “Besides, I find it to be kind of cute that you are. It only means I’ll be the first to explore this gorgeous body of yours.” Your voice sultered.

His eyes widened in surprise, as if he wasn’t mentally prepared to hear that kind of response from you.

You caressed his cheek with one hand while you looked into his gorgeous, blue eyes. “Don’t be nervous, baby. All you have to do is lie down and stay pretty while I take care of you, okay Jakey?”

His cock throbbed from only your words and he gulped, following it with a deep sigh as he tried to calm his nerves. “I’ll count on that.”

As you climbed onto his lap, you pushed his chest backwards for him to lie down beneath you on the bed. You started to ground your hips against his crotch, making him slip out a whine. You chuckled at his responsive nature.

“You’re being so good to me. I love you so much.” You declared, and peppered his face with kisses. His face became redder than ever.

He has always dreamed of being in this position. Having a woman on top of him - someone who loved him despite his ‘flaws’. His friends always taunted him about his nerdy persona, though there was so much more to him other than just having that. And you saw it and loved him for being - well, him.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I might just cum.” He groaned. As the words left his lips, he scolded himself internally for admitting that. Why did I say that? I’m fucking pathetic, he thought.

“Aw, just by this? I’m flattered, Jakey. It must mean you’re truly attracted to me. Do you think I’m pretty, baby?”

“Y-Yes, of course…..You’re fucking amazing..I can’t believe I’m so…so lucky to be with you…” he said, his gasping making gaps of his sentences.

“That’s so sweet…I can’t wait to have your cock inside of me.” You said ever so casually, while tweaking his hardened nipple through his shirt.

He whimpered just then, his hips raising up to have closeness to your heating core. “Mmm, mommy!…”

You bit your lip as Jake panted hard and you felt a patch of moisture appear beneath you on Jake’s boxer, confirming he had just released his load. Jake’s arousal got replaced with panic of what had just happened.

“Fuck, oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to cum so fast and call you…that. You must think I’m a freak.” He said and used both of the palm of his hands, hiding his face in shame. “We should end this, this was never a good idea-!”

You put your index finger against his mouth and hushed him. “Shhhh…you don’t have to worry a thing, Jake. It’s normal to be this worked up for your first time. We don’t have to end things when we have just begun, baby.”

He peeked through his palms and saw you climbed off of him, putting your face close to where his cock was creating a tent out of his boxers.

You ran your fingers through the hem of his boxers and pulled a little. “Stay still and make mommy proud while I lap up your cum, Jakey. Don’t want any of your precious cum go to waste. Will you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Jake almost combusted when you referred him as a good boy and yourself as mommy. It was all like a dream come true to him. It became apparent that you were into this. He moaned and frantically nodded. “Y-yes! I’ll be a good boy and stay still for you, mommy!…Wanna make mommy proud..”

You hummed in delight as you pulled his boxers down, revealing Jake’s weeping cock. It was still pulsating from his previous orgasm, and there was so much cum splaying all over. You licked your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more but to slurp up his cum like it’s your last meal.

“Mmm, how delicious…you couldn’t help yourself, could you baby? Such a needy boy you are. And with such a beautiful cock…” you praised, while touching his swollen tip.

His cock hardened back immediately at your touch, and he let out sobbing whimpers of the foreign feeling being given by someone else’s hand. Your hand, nonetheless. You started to stroke him, your face so close to his dick he could feel your light breaths against the sensitive skin. He couldn’t stop holding his gaze at you, wanting to take in every moment of your actions. He held his breath when you stuck out your tongue and reached in for a taste.

You flattened your tongue as you licked his cum-glazed balls and lightly sucked them every once in a while. Jake had a hard time holding still as every nerve called to raise his hips, but he repeated something in his head to prevent from moving a single muscle.

Be good for mommy. Make mommy proud.

Your tongue glided up beneath his shaft, and as you reached the tip, your mouth invaded it and swallowed him whole. Jake gritted his teeth and fisted his hands so hard it almost hurt.

“F-fuck! Oh, shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he cried out.

You hummed around him, your tongue circling around his swollen red tip in an agonizingly slow pace. Jake was so flushed out, and before he could reach close to climax, you removed your mouth with a ‘pop’ and licked your lips.

“You taste so good, baby. One day I’ll let you cum in my mouth but that will have to wait for another time.”

You rose up from the bed and undressed, removing your shorts and panties. Jake kept on ogling at you as you removed your shirt and bra, giving him the perfect view of your breasts.

“Woah…” he gasped, earning a giggle from you. He’s so cute, you thought.

“Now it’s your turn, baby. Remove that t-shirt of yours, will you?” You ordered him. He immediately complied, almost hastily removing it.

Afterwards, you crawled back on top of him and straddled his hips with his cock slotted between your pussy lips. He shuddered from the feeling, knitting his eyebrows in pleasure of your juicy cunt coating his shaft.

You smiled mischievously while you spread your pussy apart with your fingers, giving him an image he will never forget.

“See how wet I am, baby? It’s all for you. Gonna put your fat cock in mommy’s cunt, m’kay? Would you like that, puppy?” You asked teasingly while gliding your folds against him.

“Mmm, Yesss! Oh please! Wanna feel mommy’s pussy around me so much! P-Please, - oh god!”

His head dipped back as you sunk onto his cock, filling your cunt to the brim. You let out a loud moan, feeling every twitch of Jake’s cock inside of you.

“Mmmh, fuck! Oh, you feel so fucking good inside of me, Jake! Such a good boy…taking all of mommy’s pussy..” you praised him while massaging his chest. “Tell me, baby..what do you want me to do?”

Jake barely managed to say, “want you to bounce on me, mommy…use me…”, and with that, you immediately went to work.

You rolled your hips slowly while holding onto his chest. Moans and strained whimpers left your mouth, leaving Jake to be pushed on edge.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby…mmm wanna have you fill me up like this all the time…” you huskily whispered.

“F-fuck, You’re going to be the death of me…” he mumbled, gripping tightly onto your thighs as he tried to last for as long as possible.

You rested on his body while still thrusting your hips against him, and gave him a heated kiss. He moaned in your mouth and let your tongue tangle with his, putting you more intimately than ever before. Your bodies were conjoined for the first time, and it felt so good you could say it was worth all the wait.

Jake started to buck his hips in rhythm with yours, and it created an overstimulation you weren’t ready for as you raised yourself up again, bouncing your ass harder.

“Jake, M’gonna cum! Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore! Oh, god!” You announced through a whine.

Your cunt squeezed him so hard while your juices started to flood down to his base, making Jake almost release his load then and there, but he had managed to edge himself just this once.

“Oh, fuuuucck…I love you so much, mommy…so, so much…” Jake chanted as he continued to chase his high. He was hesitant as to if he was allowed to cum, and he wanted you to tell him he could. He needed you to tell him.

His prayers were answered when you eyed him again and pulled yourself closer to whisper something in his ear.

“If you wanna cum, you can, puppy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Cum in mama’s pussy like the good boy you are.”

That was all he needed to hear before he hammered his last thrusts into you harshly and released his load, halting his hips for each spurt of seed that entered your womb. He exhaled and swallowed, never having felt this intense of an orgasm in his life.

You felt your walls being coated with warmth from his load, and you chuckled lowly at the mess you had made Jake become.

“How do you feel, puppy? Did your first time feel good? Did I do a good job?” You asked with a purr, knowing the answer but still longing to hear it.

“….give me a minute or two and I’ll give you an answer…” Jake rasped with a smile, still trying to breathe regularly. You smiled and laid down beside him, stroking his chest as it kept rising due to his heavy breathing. Soon after he was more at ease.

He turned and gave you a sheepish smile before he said; “that was fucking awesome…this was almost too good to be true…did this even happen? Am I dreaming right now?”

You giggled and shook your head. “Nope. Every single moment happened, baby. You did so well. You were so good to me..” you said huskily.

He caught his breath, and he couldn’t contain himself as he closed in for a hug, nuzzling under your neck and giving small pecks to your skin out of gratitude.

“Thank you…for everything. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so happy to be together with you…missed you so, so much.” Jake murmured.

You started to stroke his hair which made him hum against your skin in delight.

“Me too, baby. Love you so much, puppy.”

Note from author: thank you so much @whoore-for-stucky for sharing your thot! I’ve been meaning to make a fic about this for so long but haven’t gotten the motivation until now. Hope you like it!

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen #the losers fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans character fanfiction

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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A Sin For A Sin

Summary: you told Lloyd what would happen if he cheated on you.

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Reader X Lloyd Hansen

Rating: explicit

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, double penetration, degradation, praise kink, size kink, spitting, implied basement wife, creampie, somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

A/N: For @iamesca who had the brilliant idea to pair Lloyd and Jake together 🫠😮‍💨😮‍💨

Your finger runs around the rim of your shot glass. The haggard sound of a lonely man terribly singing an annoying country song. Hiccuping and crying through the lyrics. The smokey atmosphere, and the whiskey running through your veins, making your heart feel a dull pain instead.

All you want it to forget. You don’t want that vision of him with her, and in your bed. With a tap on the bar, the cheerful bartender walks over to fill your cup again. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here listening to this shit?”

You barely give him a smile, throwing back the dark liquor, before slamming it back on the bar, “Another.”

His eyes on you as he pours the stout drink. Somehow stopping perfectly. Your eyes finally roam over his body. Making a trail up and down him. His arms corded with sinewed muscles. His shirt hanging a bit loose. One look at the boyish cargo shorts, and you ask him for another.

“You gonna tell me, why you’re here without your husband?” he gives a quick nod to your ring finger, and you shrug, taking the useless metal off to drop on the bar. “Another shot?”

“Yeah,” he reaches behind the bar to grab his own glass, pouring himself one as well.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks, taking of sip of the liquor and grimacing. Hissing through his teeth, while he shakes his head in disgust. You can’t help but to laugh at him, drinking your own slowly. Savoring the smooth smokey flavor, and relishing in the slight burn.

“You’ve had like five shots now. Your mouth is numb to this.”

“Did you see me act like that with my first one?” his face falls flat, placing his head on his hips. Sullen that you could take it and he couldn’t. “What would you prefer to drink?”

“Beer,” he scrunches his face up when a new man starts singing a heartbreak song. “Let me shut this down. It’s past closing time. Stay here,” he announces how it’s last call, and then the bar is closing. This baby blues still drifting over to you, making sure you’re not going anywhere.

Upon returning, he grabs up a beer, to drink. Those eyes on your wedding band on the dark wood. “I went home to find him in bed with another woman,” you inform him. Your phone vibrating in your pocket, and you don’t have to look to know it’s Lloyd.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t even know how he found another woman. He’s an asshole to everyone,” you watch as the bartender’s fists clench tight, and feel a rush of slick pool in your cunt. You had been getting worked up already, but the fierce need to protect you, really did you in.

“Except to me,” you slowly add in, and his stance relaxes. “At least that’s what I thought.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Three years. Together five. You know the bad thing? I didn’t say anything. Neither of them saw me, I just left,” your pocket vibrates again, and still you choose to ignore it.

“What’s you’re story, Mister…?”

“Ew, Jake will be fine. Mister, blech,” he mocks retching. Waiting on the patrons to leave, and he locks up the bar. “Retired from the army. I’m a dead man, literally, I’m not supposed to be alive. It was all fake. So I’m here. People are interesting.”

Biting his lip, his eyes roam over your figure. Watching every soft dip and curve of your body. Even your smell is more intoxicating to him than the booze. Love drunk, and he knows he shouldn’t feel this way.

“You know, I always told Lloyd if I ever caught him with another woman, I’d find myself another man to lay under,” Jake gulps, pushing his glasses up further on his nose, but still leans forward on the bar. “You know anyone?”

“I-I-I could possibly know someone,” with each word, your fingers undo a button on your dress, until he’s nearly drooling on the bar.

“Who did you have in mind, soldier?”

“Oh fuck,” his voice nervously responds when you let your dress drop to the ground. Undoing your bra, he bites his fist when your tits bounce free. “I can’t take you somewhere looking like that.”

Shimmying out of your panties, you hold them out for him to take, before climbing onto the bar. Leaning back so he can fully view your weeping cunt. “Who said anything about going somewhere? You want me to lean over the bar, or are you joining me up here?” you ask starting to finger yourself.

Jake speedily undresses himself, and you let out a whimper when that veiny cock bounces up. His spongy tip red with a pretty bead of precum at his slit. A thick vein running down the side. Pulsing and aching. Not as long as Lloyd’s cock, but with extra girth at his base, and you know you’re going to enjoy the painful stretch at your entrance.

Jumping up on the bar, and clambering over to you, he runs his hand through your glistening folds, “You’re soaked,” he laments. Humming at just how wet you are.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He gives a boyish grin and shrug, “Just wanted to make sure you could take me. It might be a tight fit if you weren’t prepped.”

“It’s going to be a tight fit anyways. Fuck me,” using your fingers, you spread your pussy lips, and show him your tight channel. Letting him see how your walls are needy and clench around nothing. Whining at him to just fuck you.

Gently Jake settles in between your thighs to line up to your quivering pussy. His breathing heavy and laborious. Wrapping your hands around his ass, you pull him down to you. A shaky moan escapes your lips, when his blunt tip pushes through.

Jake is too methodical, too slow for fucking. But your thankful for how slowly he sinks into you. Panting as his cock pushes through your quivering cunt, and just the way he watches you stretch around him. Studying the way your spongy pussy takes every bit of him. Sinking down to the root, and you whine with how perfectly full he makes you feel.

He drags his length out slowly, almost completely pulling out, before he shoves into you harshly. Loving how your body responds to him. Your greedy pussy needing him to destroy her. Throbbing and hungry for a beating.

Jake gives you a tender kiss, his eyes looking at you questioningly, “I can handle it. Please, fuck me dumb,” with your confirmation he ruts into you with a demanding force, but you and your cunt want more. Sucking him back in deeper each time, and becoming addicted to his pretty sounds.

Jake’s moans eager and determined for more each time. Your bodies scooting across the bar. And when he sees your tits jerk around with his force, he gets even harder. Feeling like his dick grows an inch, when his tip kisses your cervix.

A pleasured pain that you welcome even more. Forgetting about your husband, and just living in the moment with his boyish charm, but hard purposeful thrusts have you seeing stars. He looks towards the door and windows, and gives you a devilish smirk. “If anyone walks by, they’ll see you becoming a dumb fuckdoll every time I punch into you. Where do you feel me?”

A rub on your lower belly, he looks at the bulge, that bubbles up with every stab into you. “Fucking hell, you feel me in your belly, huh? You just needed to be fucked hard and deep. You want for someone to see us?”

“Uh huh,” you pant, tweaking your nipples. Your tits have a steady rhythm of ripples causing Jake to slam into you harder.

“What about if he sees you?” Jake smirks, beginning to jackhammer into you. “Want him to see you become a desperate little slut? Ready to fuck the first man who listened to her.”

“Fuck him,” Jake smiles so big, you see his dimples, making him look even younger than he already did.

“How about you fuck me?” the two of you giggle as he struggles to get the two of you twisted and turned around. Settling back down, you ride on top of him. His fingers dig into your hips, as he shoves you down to take every last inch of him.

Eyes closed, you scream pleasured prayers up to the gods, only barely slowing down. Playing with your nipples, gets your hands pushed off of you, while he lifts up to suck on the pebbled peak. Feeling amazing and light as air when you feel the second mouth, suck on your other tit.

Opening up your eyes, you see both Lloyd and Jake gazing up at you. “What the fuck?” you ask, stopping your movements.

Lloyd pulls his mouth off you with a pop, giving your nipple a few kitten licks before looking at you.

“How does she feel?”

“She may try to deny this, but her pussy has got me in a vice grip.”

“What the hell?” you try to move, but Jake holds you down on him.

“I wanna see what she looks like hugged up against you,” he lifts you up a bit for Lloyd to stare at where the two of you connect. “You’re such a fucking slut, you know that?”

“Y-you were in the bed with another woman,” you look at him confused, and he shrugs.

“Was I? Did you see her face? Jakey here has needed to get laid for quite some time. I owed him a favor. You’re the favor. Does it feel good, Sunshine?”

“Better than you,” reaching both his hands forward, he grips your nipples tightly. You whimper, trying to protest but Jake just laughs.

“There she goes again. You really are a slut.”

Lloyd starts ripping his clothes off before, climbing up behind you. Spitting a line of saliva down to your ass, and he gives your puckered hole a few rubs. Sinking two fingers past your rim, and you beg him to stop. “Oh you’re gonna take it. What feels good, usually hurts in the end, but with time, you’ll enjoy taking both our cocks, and our loads. You wanna be a slut, we’ll treat you like one. Have you leaking of both of us, and walking funny.”

“Our pretty little cumslut. Just gonna fuck you to sleep. And when you wake up,” Jake purrs up at you, letting Lloyd readjust himself when he pulls his fingers out of your virgin hole.

Your head turns back to look at him, saline trails drifting down your cheeks. But with a swipe of his tongue, Lloyd licks them up, before spitting back on your muscled tunnel.

Jake snaps his fingers trying to quit your whining, getting you to look back at him. When it doesn’t work, he slaps on your tit, causing you to yelp, turning to look at him. “When you wake up from being absolutely destroyed, we’ll fuck you back to sleep.”

“Hell,” Lloyd grunts, guiding his dick to your ass, pushing through harshly, and laughing when you sob, needing to rest your head on Jake’s chest. “We’re not going to wait until you wake up. When we want to fuck you, we will. And you,” his voice turns into a strained moan, when he shoves his cock all the way through your throbbing hole.

The three of you a sea of weak sighs, guttural moans, and desperate whimpers. Your body overcome with a pleasured pain of being stuffed so full. “Jake, calm your shit, I feel your cock twitching, you fucking dweeb.”

“I can’t help it. Her cunt is squeezing the life out of me. Relax,” he coos, smoothly running up your thighs. “Breath, and relax. You’re taking us so well. Got you stretched over two fat cocks, and you can’t think, can you?” you don’t answer, your lip just trembles, he gives your tit a sweet kiss, before a gentle nibble.

“Poor baby. Our little slutty baby is at a loss for words. You’re doing so good princess. Each time will get easier. Maybe next time we just spit roast you, huh?”

Lloyd finally pulls out, and begins fucking you. Letting Jake just fill your hole, while he destroys you in a way he’s always wanted. “Need something in her mouth,” Jake places his fingers into your mouth, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Overwhelmed with pleasure and fullness. “We’ll have to plan better next time,” he grunts out.

“Remember you told me your fantasy. Wanted me and a few others to use you, own your body, and do whatever we wanted? Surprise, Princess. I plan on it. Every fucking day, I plan on using you. Maybe even watch you get used. Fuuuck this feels so fucking good,” he leans his head back, shaking it from side to side. Barreling into you with such purpose.

“Opp!” Jake shouts, when your head droops forward. Literally fucked out when you loose consciousness. “There she goes,” removing his hand, your salvia drips down into his chest.

Lloyd holds your body up a bit more, so Jake can fuck up in you. The two of them pushing and pulling into your heat like their lives depended on it. Fucking into you with a mixture of malice and love. Taking what they came here for. Jake is the first to bust a nut. Spurting deep inside your belly, and even passed out you moan at the added warmth.

Lloyd jackhammers into you, racing for that shocking high. Gritting his teeth, until it becomes too much. Blowing his load, and he pulls out, just to watch the sloppy mess drip out of you, flowing all the way down to Jake. “Oh, I’m gonna love this.”

Jake twists your passed out body to lay on the bar, gathering up everyone’s cum, he shoves it into your mouth.

“Look at how needy she is,” his voice filling back up with a lustful desire to fuck you again, when your lips wrap around his fingers. Sucking off their spend.

“I told you she was a slut for my cock.”

“Looks like she likes mine, too. Here baby,” straddling your head, his softening cock rubs over your lips, and you still want more. With a gasp for air, he pushes past your lips, “Cockslut. You sure two is enough?”

“Let’s get her comfortably stretched out first.”

“She really thought you cheated on her.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be able to get her to agree to this without it,” Lloyd shrugs. “She’s still thinks she chose to be my wife,” he lets out a wicked laugh at Jake. “Pick her up. Let’s put her back in her gilded cage, that she calls a bedroom.”

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justalonelyslytherin · 1 year

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Hi hi! For your ask game

Sentence prompt: I’m really craving fast food. Can you please get me some.

Character: Jake Jensen (just look at that dork!!! 🥹🥹)

Thank you so so much for sending this in. It was so much fun writing this. I love this cute dork! He deserves all the love <3

Midnight Cravings

The world was asleep and so was Jake. Peacefully sleeping on his side of the bed, he had all 4 limbs stretched out. Laying on his stomach in absolute comfort, his face was squished against the pillow he’d fallen asleep clutching. A soft snore escaped his opened mouth in steady intervals. Sleep could have barely been any better.

Until there was the shove of a foot against his ass that interrupted the latest of his snores that were about to leave his mouth. A disgruntled grumble left Jake’s lips as he scrunched his face together in a sleepy frown and turned his face in the other direction to snuggle back into the pillow. The peace that had settled over him was once more broken, mere minutes later, when the same foot shoved at his feet.

“Jensen.” The name was whispered through the darkened room, softly spoken yet holding an urgency that said man was blissfully unaware of.

Only when a finger poked him in between the ribs, did he awake ripping open his eyes. His lips parted in a high-pitched squeal as she bolted upwards, kneeling on the spot he had just been sleeping on.

“W-what?” He mumbled, caught between being alarmed and still half asleep, his head turned in all directions as he squinted through the darkness. There wasn’t much for him to see, even if it had been lighter, without his glasses there wasn’t much he could see anyways. As a result, one of his big, clumsy hands fumbled around, feeling for his glasses on the bedside table.

“J, do you love me?” A voice from the other side of the bed broke the quiet.

“Of course I do!” He told her, tongue poking out in concentration as she searched for his glasses. “So so much!”

“So so much?” She asked and he nodded enthusiastically. His nearly violent head bobbing was only stopped by his fingers stubbing against his glasses. With a triumphant yowl he grabbed the frames from the table and hastily put them on his nose.

“Uh-hump,” he confirmed once more, once his tiny celebratory dance was finished. Sitting down on the mattress cross-legged, he peered in the general direction he presumed her to be.

“What’s going on?”

“Say, if you love me so much, you’ll do something for me?”

“Anything you want!”

There was a brief silence between them that had Jensen furrow his brows in confusion. Her next words only added to deepen the crinkled line between his brows.

“Can you get me some food?”

“The kitchen is just downstairs, can’t you–Of course, I can. What do you want me to bring you up?” A faint movement in the amorphous shape of darkness caught his attention, a head shake?

“Not from the kitchen,” she whined quietly.

“From the pantry then? Oh! You want me to bring you some ice cream from the basement?”

“No…” she mumbled, “I’m really craving fast food. Can you get me some?”

His brain lagged behind for multiple seconds, causing another silence between them. Trying to verify he heard her right, he asked “You want me to go out?” He heard her huff in defeat and perhaps a hint of frustration as well.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up in the middle of the night… for that.” It was the way her voice shook dangerously at the end that caught him by surprise. As he felt the mattress move as she shifted on the bed, supposedly away from him, he came alive. Jumping into action, he leaned forward and grabbed her blindly yet carefully.

“No! No, no! I said I’d do anything for you and I will keep my word.” Jake pulled her softly towards him, waiting patiently for her to shuffle back in cooperation until she laid half in his lap, half propped against his chest. Peering down he smiled at her and rubbed his hands along her arms.

“But I woke you up in the middle of the night for something silly..” she mumbles. He could hear the doubt and remorse in her voice, it made him scoff.

“It’s not silly, baby. You could tell me to travel to Antarctica right now and I’d do it for you. My girl is hungry? I’ll feed her!” His fingers traveled along her side, tickling her softly until he heard her huff and giggle.

“It’s not my fault, I’m not the one that’s hungry!” Hearing her protest had him snicker as his hands moved from her sides along to her swollen middle. He rubbed lovingly over her bump, grinning brightly.

“Mhm, that’s even more reason for me to feed you. Now, what does mini Jensen want?”

It's safe to say that in his haste to get going afterward, he faceplanted trying to put his pants on while hopping on one leg

#sly's asks #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x female reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen imagine #jake jensen fluff #the losers fanfiction

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Between a Wolf and A Hard Place Series Masterlist

Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson. Angst, fluff and violence. Your significant other comes home from a mission to find someone unexpected in your newly shared home

Warnings: mostly angst and fluff. And there is one solid punch in the mix.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

#jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen angst #the losers fanfiction #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #jake jensen #jake jensen fic #the losers (2010)#the losers #sandcastle #sandcastle fanfic #chris evans characters #henry cavill characters

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babyjakes · 5 months

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not trying to play. [blurb.]

event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | nipple play

pairing | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader

warnings | reader is so subby, soft babie!! sort of dom!jake vibes ig?? it's jakey so all those fun petnames :)!!! tummy rubs <3. teasing. nipple play. begging if you squint. just foreplay in this one, but taking things further is implied.

word count | 502

an | hehe dis one is dedicated to my angel my babie my sweetie pie @brandycranby, a little while back you were thinkin a lot about nipple play (and i know how much you love acnh!!) so i thought this would be a fun little piece to write for you!! i don't write nearly as much nipple worship as i should, i hope you enjoy bby!! <3

"Look Jakey, Rosie moved in!" Your thumbs swirled happily over the joysticks of your controller as you directed your little character across the screen. Jake had been sweet enough to hook up your Switch to the big TV in the living room, allowing you to show off your game as he held you contently in his lap.

"Rosie," the blonde repeated after you as he saw the indigo cat pop up on the screen. "She's so cute, baby. Her house is so pretty!" His efforts to follow along and engage with what you were showing him were endearing, but his gentle hands creeping up to rest on your sides suggested he might have more in mind than just an innocent gaming session.

You giggled quietly as his teasing fingers rubbed faint circles over your tummy. "Tickles," you hummed softly as you did your best to focus on the game.

"Does it, honey?" Jake grinned, leaning his head forward to sneak in a kiss on your cheek. "You're so silly, sweetie. Just be a good girl for me and keep playin' your game, okay?" Your chest filled with butterflies as his voice dropped down to that yummy, rumbly part of his register. Watching you squirm softly beneath his gaze, Jake smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing to you; turning you to water in his hands was something he took great pleasure in.

You gulped, managing a nod in response. As you did your best to continue through your on-screen tasks, the man's practiced fingers slipped silently under your shirt, pausing to give your bare belly a few loving strokes before venturing upward. He was quick to undo your bra's front clasp, pulling the garment's straps down and away from your shoulders with ease. As he brought a cool hand up to cup each of your breasts, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"J-Jakey," you mumbled, now feeling hopelessly fuzzy and distracted.

"Shhh, sweet girl," Jake murmured soothingly, working your soft skin between fingers, "don't mind me. Just playin' with you, cutie." When he brought his thumbs and pointer fingers up to begin gently pinching at your hardened nipples, you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little whimper the man behind you had ever heard.

"Oh baby..." his voice dropped even lower as he rolled your tender little knots of flesh between his fingers. His tantalizing touch sent tiny sparks shooting up through your nerves, causing heat to pool in your chest as your breaths picked up in pace.

"Jakey," you whined again, your voice wobbling as it came out just short of a plea.

The blonde chuckled at your desperation, cooing as your thighs began rubbing mindlessly together in an attempt to ease the friction building down in your core. "Okay, okay," he gave in as he reached around to take your controller from your shaky hands. "I'm done teasing, baby. You need me to carry you?" he asked knowingly, nodding in the direction of the bedroom.

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mk-tozier · 2 years

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Irritating - Richie tozier x fem reader smut.

Warnings- oral (m receiving), sorta popular, asshole richie, bickering between the reader and richie, dom!richie and dom!reader, praising and dirty talk, mild degrading, hair pulling, BARELY ANY PLOT

Summary: y/n and richie had been flirting for awhile now, when they decide they want to take things to the next level due to the tension between them.

A/N Dan posting sorta gave me motivation and this is loosely based off of a guy I sorta gained feelings for 🤭 this isn’t double checked or proof read I’m just posting it and it’s probably a little rushed. I’m gonna try and catch up on requests while I can, i know I say that all of the time but I’m gonna try and catch up today but I may not be able to get onto tumblr after today for a little bit so I’m not sure. Anyway enjoy!!

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Richie plopped himself on the girls bed, smirking smugly. “You’re an asshole you know that right?” Y/n says, crossing her arms. “An asshole who’s laying on your bed?” He raises an eyebrow. She rolls her eyes in reply, not even caring to answer the brunette.

She’s not even sure how she got herself into this situation honestly. It’s crazy how talking to your friends about one of the most popular guys in school can quite literally land him in your bed.

“There is no way he doesn’t like you” Beverly says to Y/n. “I don’t know bev, like sure we flirt but he’s weird like that. Doesn’t he act like that towards almost every other girl at school?” she asks. “Sometimes but with you it’s different I’m telling you. He doesn’t treat all of them like that. I mean c’mon there’s so much tension between you two it’s insane. Everyone can see it and I don’t know how you guys don’t feel it either” Beverly basically rants. She had been more frustrated over the situation-ship than the two in it. “I mean I feel the tension, like there’s obviously something between us but I don’t know. It’s just weird, okay?” Y/n shrugs, trying to change the topic. Of course she felt the tension, i mean anyone who overheard her and richie talking would probably think they were a couple, they fought like one anyway.

And of course they flirted, like all of the time and there had been comments and conversations about fucking but why would she ever act on those feelings or words anyway? After all they were just words. There was no way either of them had liked each-other to begin with.

Clearly that wasn’t the case since the same boy she had been saying that about was on her bed only a couple of hours later.

Y/n sat on the bed in front of him, it was only slightly awkward as y/n most definitely had less experience than he had and neither of them had ever acted on their feelings like this before.

“So is this where you think about sucking my dick?” Richie asks, with the same stupid grin that wouldn’t leave his face. “You wish” She says rolling her eyes once again. “nah, you’re such a dumb whore you’d probably bite my dick or something. You probably don’t even know how to give head.” He laughed to himself.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Y/n snarls, getting slightly annoyed with him.

“Make me.” Richie furrows his brows.

“Yeah? I will” she snaps back in reply.

“Okay then do it”

That’s all it took for y/n to jump forward and smash her lips against his, shutting Richie up immediately.

Richie quickly puts his hands on her hips, y/n sitting on his lap in return, her legs on both sides of the boy as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Y/n pushes him down slightly, both of them kissing with roughness as if one of them was gonna disappear or as if they had been waiting for this one kiss forever. He kisses back passionately, pulling her closer to him. Any space between the two is now closed as they’re both practically on top of each-other, desperate to feel every inch.

Y/n could feel richies hard on from underneath her, rolling her hips against it, causing Richie to groan against her lips. Y/n pulls away, breathing heavily. “That’s all you got?” Richie challenges the girl. “Fuck you.” She replies. “You know you want to.” He looks her in the eyes, still grinning. She lowers herself to his grey joggers, wrapping her fingers around the band.

He watches her every move.

She slowly lowers his pants, revealing his hard on through his boxers. “For someone who thinks I’d give bad head, you seem to be pretty hard” y/n grins, knowing the affect she had on him. “Just shut up and suck my dick already” He rolls his eyes, causing a small laugh to escape her lips. “Eager aren’t we?”

Y/n lowers his boxers, taking his dick in hand. “What? Is it too big for you to handle?” Richie watches her face. Well he hadn’t lied about having a big dick, he was huge and she could tell that’s why he was so cocky and her reaction only fueled his ego.

“Dont you dare tell anyone about this” she says before licking her hand and pumping his shaft slowly. Precum leaking out the tip.

She slowly licked around his tip, flattening her tongue against it, causing Richies head to go back. “I barely did anything and you’re already going crazy” she says before taking him whole. “Shut the- oh fuck” he groans, not expecting her to pick up the pace like that.

Y/n started to pick up slight speed, using her hands for whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “Holy shit youre doing so good” He groans, his head back and eyes shut. “I bet you like that don’t you? Taking my whole length in your mouth, like the slut you are, hm?” Richie looks down at her, the two making eye contact as she hallows her cheeks and bobs her head. “Mhm” she mumbles against his dick, sending vibrations throughout his whole body. “You love it when I speak to you like that, don’t you?” He asks, his words going straight to her core, her stomach filled with butterflies.

Y/n pushes his dick further into her mouth, gagging slightly, making him groan. “Just like that, taking my dick so well.” He gasps, she clenches her thighs in response. She begins to suck him off as fast as she can, almost gagging every time his length hits the back of her throat, the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Richie puts his hands in her hair, pulling slightly, making her moan against his dick. “Oh fuck” he gasps once again, his grip on her hair tightening. “Such a good girl, you’re doing so good princess” he lets out, almost breathless

“I’m gonna cum” he says trying to pull her away so he didn’t shoot into her mouth but she only continues. “What’re you doing- oh shit- oh fuck” he moans, a chain of curse words leaving his mouth as he begins to reach his high, grabbing for her hair again.

“Can I?” He asks, making sure he has her consent. “Mhm” she says in response. As soon as he got the okay he immediately pushed her head down even more, fucking himself into her mouth. Tears roll down her cheeks as she hollows them more. “I’m gonna cum, pretty girl. Fuck you’re so good for me such a good girl- holy shit oh my god” words falling out of his mouth as he cums. He lets go of her hair falling back completely, but still keeping his eyes on her as he watches as she swallows. “Holy shit. That was so fucking hot” he groans.

She smirks, wiping her mouth. “I thought you said I was gonna give bad head?”

“Shut up” his cheeks go flush, his bangs sticking to his forehead from how hot he had gotten.

“Make me” She grins.

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@kindofokayimagines @myuninterestinglifestory @pavys-originals

I’m sorry that was kinda awful but anyway-

#richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier fluff #it #richie tozier smut #richie tozier x reader smut #the losers club #the losers fanfiction #smut

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ronearoundblindly · 11 months

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Sweet requests 💙 I would love some sweet Jake Jensen or Steve Rogers. Reader and then have been fighting, and reader is ready to give up, but their man won’t let them. Please and thank you!

Rerouted, a Jake Jensen x Reader tale

Warnings for some language and innuendo, angst, kinda hurt/comfort due to miscommunication and insecurities. WC 2.7k

Summary: Vacation with your boyfriend is a disaster.

You’ve had smoother starts to vacations, that’s the truth.

Delayed flights. Turbulence. Arriving before check-in with a raging headache.

Jake did his (awkward) damnedest to sweet-talk the desk clerk to let you both into the room early, but his attempts failed and you put those thick headphones right back on and crashed on a lobby chair. You feel his bouncing leg shake the cushions gently as he sits guard over your luggage.

Though your head feels a little better, you need to shower before any real relaxation can happen. You shuffle your feet on the industrial hallway carpet and stare at the back of Jake’s sneakers.

The heavy steel door smacks you hard in the arm when he lets go just at the moment you turn to adjust the rollers of your bag.

“Dammit,” you hiss.

“Shit, babe, are you okay?”

It takes every fiber of your being to simply respond, “yeah.”

You immediately announce your intention to hog the bathroom for a nice long cleanse of your body, mind, and soul.

Jake asks for five minutes first.

Sure. Poop all you want, bud. It’s not like your very first international getaway as a couple has gone swimmingly so far…

You try some stretches to relieve a kink in that weird place below your neck and between your shoulders but not quite over your spine. Worst spot ever. Maybe the shower can heal all travel wounds?

Your boyfriend gives you the all-clear, but you didn’t even hear him close the door or flush. Whatever. He knows it’s your territory now. A forfeit is a forfeit.

A long while later you emerge a modicum improved with a clear head and the memory of not charging your toothbrush overnight. You had to sacrifice a cute beach coverup to make space for the charger. No matter because you’ve got time now.

You change into one of your swimsuits and a light maxi dress, throwing out a comment that some drinks poolside might be a good jumpstart to the trip, but Jake doesn’t move. He’s playing on his laptop.

That joke? The one where ‘you can take the man out of the tech but you can’t take the tech out of the man?’ Yeah, that doesn’t apply to Jake Jensen. It’ll be a cold day in hell when he leaves it all behind, but you check things on your phone all the time, too. Fair is fair.

You unplug what you think is one of the hotel’s complimentary devices—sad blow dryer or shitty coffee maker or something—and set your brush up.

A quick glance in the mirror gives you a boost. Your skin looks pretty great, all things considered, and you have that new lip gloss to—

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

You jump in alarm, barely able to get to the bathroom door before Jake is right there.

“JESUS FUCK, WHAT DID YOU—fuck.” He rips your charger out of the wall to replace the other black plug. Jake doesn’t even look at you before huffing out “don’t TOUCH that” and racing back to his open laptop on the bed.

“Fuckfuckfuck, come on,” he mutters.

“Are you working?” you screech once it hits you that the device is some sort of signal amplifier. You aren’t tech illiterate, but you aren’t Jake’s level. He knows the golden rule is no work on your together time though.

“It’s important. I have to…there—“ he scrambles to type something out, zoned entirely into his computer.

His computer. Open to work. On your vacation. Which he brought extra equipment for.

Then you see another router on the small desk, and another on his bedside table.

And you’ve suddenly had enough.

“One day, Jay. One day,” you burst. “You couldn’t even give me one damn day of our own vacation.”

That momentary zen you felt flushes right down the toilet with your composure. Tears immediately sting the corners of your eyes. It’s all you can do to snatch sunglasses and a room key from the desk corner and walk out.

“Babe, wait, I just need a—“

The door shuts, fast as ever, loud as fucking thunderclap, and you’re barefoot in the hallway.

You do not fucking care and keep walking toward the pool.

One overly sweet and dangerously delicious cocktail later, Jake still hasn’t come to find you. You sit at the shaded bar with your hand over your eyes to take in the view since these are Jake’s prescription sunglasses you’ve taken. Either option is not great for the last dregs of a headache.

Cocktail number two it is…

Mercifully, clouds roll in. Not the kind that deters guests from the pool or beach. Nothing threatening the splendor of this perfect destination.

You walk to the edge of the pool deck and sip, waiting, alone.

Several times your brain tricks you into turning back, thinking Jake’s come out, thinking he’s groveling behind you. Do you even hope for that? Do you want him to sweep you off your feet? Do you believe him if he comes up with promises upon promises to put the work away, to instead put all that effort into you two?

You have no idea, so you just keep sipping until slurping on air and plunking the empty onto a free lounge chair.

Sputtering and coughing ring to your right.

“Dear god—” Jake wipes his mouth, holding a full coconut husk of your drink of choice “—is that what diabetes tastes like?”

He tries to hand you his peace offering, the peace offering he’s now taken some of and insulted. You turn back to the ocean, and Jake continues to squint harshly, nose scrunched so hard that you can see his teeth.

“Got something in my pocket—“ he smirks “—or maybe I’m just happy to see ya.”

Silence. He can’t hold the gag.

“It’s Tylenol. I grabbed Tylenol for your head.”

When you still don’t cave, he starts twitching, fumbling around with his watch, and clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t—there wasn’t supposed to be a—“ he swivels to look around him and steps closer “—a gig today, but then…boss, um, he—“ Jake waves his free hand out to help illustrate his lack of euphemisms for classified ops “—bungled a…a staging and—fuck it. I give up. He’s an idiot, and I’m a dick, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want them to get hurt if I could help.”

“You always have to help them, Jay. It never stops. I don’t see this working if you can’t step away for one damn day. I’m not this girl,” you fuss, “and I don’t want to date that guy.”

The wind picks up a little, swishing your hair around the makeshift headband of Jake’s sunglasses. You take pity and return them. He doesn’t put them on immediately though, his look guilty, replying in a soft and broken tone.

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I’m trying.”

“I am, too.” You square your shoulders to his and rip the drink out of his hand. “But isn’t trying and trying and not succeeding just failing in slow motion? Because that’s what it feels like to me every time you choose a machine over me.”

“That’s not fair.”

Your glare stops that line cold.

“What I mean is—ok, this is too…” Jake puts on the dark sunglasses. “Imagine my very sincere, partially-blind eyes when I say this is the best I’ve got. You know I don’t know how to be—“

“I swear to god if you say ‘lovah,’ Jake Jensen.” Little shit is always making a joke out of everything.

Since that is exactly what he was about to say, Jake cocks his hip and scratches his goatee. “Fine. Boyfriend. I’ve never gotten this far with someone, but I want it. I want this. I want it with you. I can’t be better until—ya know—try shit to do the best I can and maybe, actually, get better.”

You bitterly sip your sweet treat, saying flatly, “Charming.”

“I only had my job before—“ he pets his big hands down your bare arms “—you know that. It’s hard to switch off. And I am sorry. I did not intend to jump onto a…call the second we got here.“

Poking at the ice in your drink isn’t distracting enough. You’re mad and hurt. This vacation was supposed to cut you off from all that, to give you and Jake time to hang together uninterrupted, and most importantly, to feel like you were enough excitement and company for the guy inoculated from excitement by years of intense shit.

You do not feel like enough now.

“You brought an entire suitcase worth of equipment,” you say flatly.

“Force of habit,” he counters, trying to move his hands to your waist, but you step back. “It’s like a safety net. You pack an extra outfit per day and I come with…an extra router, couple of splitters, a sat phone, and…whatnot. Same sorta difference.”

“I don’t want to be on vacation with a sat phone and a split couple of wires.”

“Right. I understand that. I know it’s not…ideal.”

“And the next four days are going to be?”

“Ooh,” Jake hisses and makes a face, “if Pooch can survive that long without me, it’ll be a miracle.” He scratches the back of his head while you stare him down again. “What?”

You clutch your drink, bunch up a bit of your skirt, and storm off down the boardwalk to the ocean.

It takes Jake a hot second.

“No. Hey! Come on,” he pleads quietly, hoping not to attract the attention of other guests while he chases you to the beach.

When Jake first approached you at a bar with the worst pickup line you’d ever heard, it was cute, endearing in an ‘I can fix him’ kind of way, but maybe you aren’t strong enough. You can’t just be training wheels while he gets his shit together. You’re not going to be some fucktoy in the corner and wait for him to get sick of you—or yell at you for doing something wrong—because then he’ll only associate you with being some sort of practice, a relationship that was doomed since he’ll want to start fresh with someone else who never fights with him, someone who understands this tech shit, someone who never gets angry, someone who isn’t insecure about—“

“I’m sorry I yelled,” Jake says, finally grabbing your arm to spin you around. “You are not practice.”

Did you…were you muttering all that…out loud? How strong are these drinks??

He jumps in front of your path when you attempt to flee, embarrassment warming you more than the shaded sun.

“No. No, I am not great at this. I’m doing everything wrong, and, babe, I know that.” Jake wildly talks with his hands and walks backward while you slog through loose sand. “I also know that you have put up with every stupid ass stunt I’ve pulled trying to impress you or be the guy I think you deserve. Which I am also convinced is some dude way better than me anyhow. Please don’t. Please don’t say you’re done with me. I can’t ruin this. You’re the best girl I’ve ever b—“

Jake cuts himself off with a wince.

Your head snaps up.

“Oh my god,” you shriek. “Were you just gonna say banged? I’m the best bang, REALLY?”

“Bagged,” he corrects with a sad flick of the wrist, “I was saying bagged, but then I knew it was wrong so I stopped and I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Seriously if you just give me five minutes, I can look up the most spectacular apology. I can deep fake that cat from the Tiktoks you like reciting Shakespeare if you want just please—”

“Damn it, Jay. Get it through your head. I don’t want your rehearsed version of being a boyfriend, and for one weekend, I didn’t want to share you with your whole team.”

His eyebrows shoot up over the dark lenses. “Kinky,” he whistles. “Wait, no, I’m sor—”

“Go fuck yourself.” You walk away down the resort shore.

He infuriatingly does not follow this time, and instead, you hear his pathetic call “You look nice by the way. I like that dress.”

When that’s all you’ve gotten by a few seconds later, you glance to see Jake, too, walking away. That’s not right; he’s supposed to grovel. He’s supposed to keep following to convince you he loves you.

Sucking your drink down, you dump the ice, umbrella, and straw onto the sand and lob the coconut at Jake’s retreating form. You don’t have great aim.

It bounces straight off his ass and makes him yelp in surprise.

“What the—did you just…”

You puff out your chest, unashamed, as Jake’s mouth gapes open. He slowly stretches to his full height and adjusts his glasses.

“Why you little...“

“Yeah? What are you gonna—eek!”

He’s after you.

You squeal and bolt down to the water in a zigzag to evade him.

“I’ll get you, minx,” Jake roars into the wind.

You can’t help but laugh as you barely dodge him. It’s easy for a special ops guy to catch a civilian in a long dress trying to run on wet sand, but Jake grins the whole time and lets you have a few extra moves before his arms wrap your waist.

He lifts you off the ground.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” he growls playfully in your ear, holding you tight as you thrash a little.

It’s a fit of giggles for him to wrestle you into a hug, facing him. Jake’s still smiling, breathing heavier but not from any great exertion. He rests his forehead against yours, the wire rim of his sunglasses brushing your eyebrows.

“How’s your head feeling, baby?” His hands stroke your sides tenderly, and you sigh, a few more toxic fumes of anger releasing into the breeze.

“Um,” you assess, squinting, “better than my feet.”

You’ve dug the wrung of a barstool into your arch, stood on hot cement, traipsed across a sharp-shelled beach, and run over the solid, water-logged shore, all barefoot.

“I can help with that.” Jake kisses the tip of your nose and sweeps you up bridal style.

After an involuntary scream of alarm, you clutch at his neck. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know, but that’s the point. How else are you supposed to know how unnecessarily crazy I am about you?” For a complete nerd, your boyfriend is quite built. “And I’m gonna guess you are ‘throwing coconuts’ crazy about me, maybe?”

“God help me, I am.”

“Yeah? Glad you dig losers, babe, because I’m the biggest one you can find.”

As he makes his way up the wooden steps back to the pool, you grip his flexed bicep. “Yeah, you are…”

He puts you down by the tap to rinse your feet, spraying first yours, then his.

“See,” he whispers, standing and moving you both out of the way for a large family to use the water, “I like ‘em frisky, too, so we’re a perfect match.” He keeps his voice very low. “I can think of at least one thing to do to keep you off those poor feet for a few hours.”

You bite your lip, and even though you can’t see his eyes through the mirror-finish, you know he’s affected by that move. “What’s that?”

He gets bashful and ducks his face off to the side--he’s not very smooth with dirty talk. He knows you love to tease him though. He also…loves being teased.

You take his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze, your own small ‘I’m sorry.’

Jake pushes up his sunglasses and beams with a snort of approval. “Well, it starts with ordering room service and then unplugging everything…”

A/N: Thank you for waiting since mid-December for this one, but I'm finally pleased with how it turned out. Sadly, I thought of the fight scenario way back when, and just kept blanking on a way to dig them back out of it. I really, really did not want a bunch of promises and excuses and it was important to me that it not be a one-sided issue. Relationships are, in fact, a two-way street after all!!!

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@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @peyton-warren and I don't really know anyone else for a Jake tag, but yeah, let me know...

#ro answers #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen x you #the losers fanfiction #jake jenson x reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen fanfiction #hurt/comfort

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abbatoirablaze · 8 months

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Locked Up, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: noncon, manipulation, dangerous situations, mention of bodily harm, oral (f receiving), mention of being stabbed, threats.

You cut your appointments after that. When you had come stumbling out of the room, you were grateful that neither of the guards had been waiting directly outside. It gave you time to collect yourself and get your bearings.

They walked around the corner a few minutes later, talking about the latest game that had happened.

“Done already doc?”

“Bet he scared the shit out of her!” The first one chuckled, “that inmate is an animal…they all are. Y-“

“He’s been silent,” you lied, shaking your head, “di-did Reyes ever get him to speak? I notice he never had many notes about him.”

“Never said much,” Connors admitted to you, clearly oblivious to your state of anxiousness, “Want us to take him back and grab the next one?”

“You can take him,” you said simply, “I-I think I’m going to get some lunch myself though…pushed it back after Drysdale, because the warden asked me to meet with him during my original lunch break…”

“Yeah, you watch out for him!” Connors chuckled, “he’ll talk your ear off if you let him.”

“I barely made it back in time for you to bring me, Everett!” you laughed awkwardly, hoping that your own high emotions would fade by the time they checked on the inmate in your office, “anyways…I think I’ll finish up the notes on him and study up on the others I was supposed to meet with today…I-I’ll throw them on the books for tomorrow.”

“You think Everett was bad, wait til you meet up with Barnes…” the first one scoffed, “that guy is really fucked up.”

You felt yourself paling, “W-what?”

“Don’t worry doc, you’ll see…him and Rogers…you were supposed to meet with them two next, right?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Don’t go scaring the doc,” Connors chuckled, nudging his partner, “Come on Adam, let’s get Everett back to the block before meds go out. Last thing we need is him fully coherent…”

“Meds?” you asked, confused over what he was saying, “I-I didn’t see any notes that any of them were on meds. Let alo-“

“Warden’s been doing it for years…gives em all a pill at the end of the night to make it easier on us,” the first guard chuckled, “we tell em all they’re vitamins, but…some of those psychos really need it.”

You felt horror in the pit of your stomach, “wh-what if one of them were allergic? You should neve-“

“Doc…it’s fine…you do your job, and we’ll do ours,” the first guard scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. He gently backhanded his partner’s chest, “come on, kid. Let’s get Everett back to the block, yeah?”

“Well, well, well…aren’t you a pretty, young thing!”

Your head snapped up as the guards led your first patient of the day in.

“Mr. Rogers.”

“Steve, sweetheart,” he smiled sweetly, “Mr. Rogers was my father…”

“Good, god.”

Steve shot a glare over his shoulder to Adam, and you bit back a giggle.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?”

“Doc?” Connors asked, giving you a look as Steve sat down on the chair, “want us to stay in here?”

You took a moment to try to get a read on the seemingly charming man. You had read his profile, just like the others you were supposed to meet with today over and over. But the man in front of you didn’t seem like the man that had been described in the folder.

“Is it necessary, doc?”

You looked to the two guards once more, letting your guard down. You shrugged, “I guess it’s not necessary…you two can wait outside if you want…or grab a coffee.”

“Whatever you say, doc!” Connors smiled.

Adam followed him after, and you heard the condescension in his voice as you were ‘letting your pussy do the judging’. Steve shook his head. When the door closed, he reached out and touched the desk, a sincere look in his eyes, “I’m sorry he spoke about you like that. That guy’s the worst.”

“Tell me about it!” you laughed, already feeling comfortable around him. He gave you a soft smile before pulling away from the desk and crossing his hands in his lap. That was when you noticed they hadn’t locked his chains to the bolt in the floor, securing him to the singular spot.

His eyes followed yours, and he shrugged, “would you feel safer if I was bolted? I’m sure they’re not too far. You could call them back.”

Not wanting to kill the trust in the room, you shook your head, eyes falling away from it, “no-no…it-it’s fine. I don’t want to-“

“I don’t mind….” He sighed, “I’m used to people seeing me as an animal. Especially in here.”

“Why do you think people see you as an animal, Mr. Rogers?”

“You’re joking, right?” he chuckled, the puff of air making it seemed as though he scoffed at your question, “I’m sure you’ve read my file. You seem like a smart girl. A girl who does your homework on her patients…”

“I-I looked at your file.”

“They say I’m a psychopath…” he said slowly, his cerulean eyes shifting up towards yours once more, “they say I’m a danger to those around me…I’m sure you’ve heard rumors.”

The air in the room shifted, and suddenly, Steve didn’t seem so comforting. You felt your throat dry up as you thought about what was said yesterday, “I-I have…”

“What did they tell you about me, little bunny?” he asked firmly.

You felt a tightness in your chest.

It was like you were compelled to answer him, “t-that you cut off your business partners arm when he was about to take a deal in your trial…”

His eyes held yours. And for a moment, you lost your breath. You took a shaky breath in, and it was like he was watching you so intently, waiting for you to run so that he could pounce on you, “And what do you think about that?”

“Wh-why would anyone cut someone’s arm off?”

He only smirked, making you feel like you’d made the wrong decision in letting the guards go for a little while, “Because bunny, Buck signed the deal with his left hand.”

“I-Is now a bad time?”

You looked up from your desk, surprised to see one of your patients standing there, sans a guard. Surprise laced your features, “J-Jake…what are you doing here without a-“

But you stopped your words when you noticed the IT cart that he’d had with him, “guards usually secure me on a floor then do whatever while I update the firewalls and fix any issues that they have IT wise.”

You gave him a sad smile, “did you need something?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “you just-you looked upset…I heard Officer Connors and Magda talking about you earlier…you seemed like you were shaken up after you met with Rogers…a-at least that’s what they said. I mean you cou-“

“I was…”

This time it was him that gave you a sad smile, “I-I’m sorry…some of the guys in here…they-it’s a really hard place to navigate. I mean, I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be for you, and for the other women that work here. I-“

“Jake…stop.”

His cheeks turned rosy, and he bit his lip, looking away from you, “I-I’m sorry, doc.”

“Don’t be…you’re just being honest…” you sighed, feeling bad about the small bout of reject he was no doubt laced with when you told him to stop speaking, “I know that it’s difficult in my position…and I know that the inmates treat me…differently than if I were a man.”

“Well…i-if you need to talk…”

You giggled and Jake nervously ran his hand over the back of his neck. He turned, reaching for his cart once more so that he could leave, “I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t leave…”

Jake turned, surprised at hearing you call out for him, “What?”

“Di-did you want to…come in?” you asked nervously, “I really could use someone to speak with if you were being serious.”

Your lips parted, a whimper escaping the back of your throat as your nails gripped at the edge of the desk to stop from gripping onto the blonde tipped hair of the man under the desk.

“Just needed to relax was all,” Jake purred as he nipped at your inner thigh. You moaned as his fingers dipped into your soaked core once more, and he leaned forward, his nose bumping softly against your clit. He was nearly breathless from having spent the past twenty minutes between your thighs. His lips ghosted over your clit, and you shuddered, “god, it’s been so long…fuck, I needed this, doc! Ever since she stopped letting me…I-I need this…I-I need you, doc.”

Your door opened and your hands slipped down to his face. Your eyes met with the two guards, Connors and Magda.

“You seen inmate Jensen?”

“J-Jensen?” you asked breathlessly. Jake’s tongue lathed over your clit, and you shuddered, “J-Jensen. Oh…uh…uhmmm…”

“You okay, doc?” Connors asked, brow raised, “look a little shiny…”

“Heat!” you gasped quickly while he sucked your clit back into his mouth. You gasped and immediately started fanning yourself with one of the folders on your desk, while your other hand tugged on Jake’s hair, “s-so-so hot!”

The words were breathy, and you released a moan, but both of the men seemed disinterested in you, figuring you weren’t used to the summer heat in the prison, “You seen Jensen, or what? His cart is right here outside your door?”

“Hmmmm!” you hummed, not wanting to give your indiscretions away. Your head looked to the bathroom that was attached to your office, “he-he’s there. Busy…”

The two men chuckled, not thinking anything of it, “well...you let him know that Jay over in medical wants his software done when he’s…finished. Guess the guy didn’t finish when Lila was in last month.”

“Mhmmm!” you whimpered, nodding along, while trying to keep your composure. The two guards chuckled, closing the door behind them, and you weren’t sure what exactly they were laughing at. You looked back down at Jake who was happily in his own world, lapping at your cunt, “Ja-Jake…stop. Sto-stop…oh, god…”

He smiled, pushing himself away from your core, only to nip at your thighs once more. His hands, which had been tucked under your legs, and wrapped around your waist to hold you still slid back down to your thighs and he began massaging the flesh, while his stubble grazed over your tender skin.

He licked his plump lips and gave you a sinful smile, “feel better, doc?”

“Y-yes…” you nodded breathlessly. He unwrapped his arms from you, and you pushed yourself out of the chair, but when you attempted to stand, he held you in it.

“Don’t go getting up quick or nothing,” he said with a blush rising to his cheeks. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt and you blushed, seeing the darkness from your own slick now on his uniform, “had ourselves a hell of a time…”

“Th-that can never happen again, Mr. Jensen…”

Jake’s blush got deeper, and he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, but reached onto your desk with the other, slipping his glasses back on, “w-was I that bad?”

“No…god no…you know that…that’s not-that’s not what I meant,” you tried to explain, “but you-you’re a patient Jake…a patient who has emophilia…y-you form these bonds with everyone you meet of the opposite sex an-“

“I know! D-Doctor Ellis told me about it when she told me to stop,” he said quickly, cutting you off. He dropped back to his knees in front of you, his hands splaying over your thighs, “doc…I-I know that I-I know what I am…but I-I jus wanted you to feel better…I-“

“You’re a patient, Jake,” you replied firmly, “a patient and an inmate…I crossed so many lines by-“

But you were cut off when Jake’s lips met yours. You gasped against his lips, and his tongue invaded your mouth.

You were quick to push him away, “Jake…”

“I-I just want you to feel okay, doc…” Jake said sadly, “d-don’t transfer me to the other doc…d-don’t throw me away like everyone else…don-don’t do what Lila did to me…please…”

Your heart sunk in your chest, “Jake…I-I wouldn’t throw you away. Th-that’s not what this is. I just-I was feeling overwhelmed…and we-wait…Lila…as in Doctor Lila Ellis who helps run medical with Jay?“

Jake nodded, “sh-she was my girlfriend…and Ari is our boyfriend. An-“

“Jake-“

“I ate you out!” he said firmly. You bit your lip, nodding along.

“Yeah…”

“D-do you feel better?”

“Honestly?” you asked sadly. Jake frowned and nodded, “I just feel worse…I used you Jake…an-and that’s not okay!”

“But I don’t mind…”

“But I do,” you said quickly, sadly, “I-I’m sorry Jake…but I think I’m going to transfer your care to the other doc. I-I don’t think what we did was okay…”

Your heart ached as you stared at the man in the medical ward’s bed. You looked over to your colleague, guilt weighing heavily in your stomach, “I-is he…okay?”

Sanjay gave you a sympathetic look, “it was nothing that you did…unfortunately, it happens all the time. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

You bit your lip as you looked at the sleeping inmate.

It had been two days since you last saw Jake Jensen. After he left your office, you started the paperwork of transferring his care to the other prison shrink. Unfortunately for you, since she was taking one of yours, you had to take one of hers.

But you hadn’t heard anything about Jake in those two days.

Not until you happened to get out of your session with Sam Wilson when you were forced back into the office by a CO who was rushing with Jake Jensen bleeding out down the hall.

He’d been stabbed.

By who, no one seemed to know.

“I-it does?”

He frowned, nodding once more, “unfortunately. Though, it doesn’t usually happen to someone like Jensen!”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Well, Jake Jensen is low inmate on the totem pole of power struggles around here,” Sanjay shrugged, “he’s quiet. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t have any gang or mob ties. One of the few. Usually, people just leave him alone…even the guards. I’m sure you’ve seen him do the IT work here…and up until last month he volunteered in the wing with Dr. Ellis and myself…”

The guilt gnawed at your stomach even more remembering not only the conversation you’d had where you told him he was done with you, but also of Dr. Ellis.

“He must have really pissed someone off,” he shrugged, “say…wasn’t he a patient of yours?”

“T-traded him to Jeffries…”

“Shame,” he said with a sigh, “seemed like he’s been happier the past week you’ve been around…thought someone was finally getting through to him. You know, we’ve had the poor kid on suicide watch a few times since he’s arrived…always says people are ‘tossing him away.’ Think he’s just got issues with women and when one finally tells him no he goes off the deep end…last time it was with the female CO on D block…she got him transferred to A because of it…and he stopped hanging around once Lila told him he was crossing lines with her…he was writing her little love notes and such.”

You frowned, not really having a comeback for the conversation.

For a few minutes you and Dr. Sanjay stood, staring at Jake, “has Dr. Ellis been informed of the attack on him?”

“She was down here before I had the chance to text her. It was during the shift change so she was doing some last minute paperwork…while she wasn’t overly affectionate with Jensen, that really seemed to rattle her. I gave her yesterday and today off.”

You nodded, “Oh…”

“Well…I’m sure you’ve got to get back,” he said firmly, “thank you for checking on him even though you switched him to Jeffries. She hasn’t been in once.”

You nodded, before you finally got the courage to leave, heading back towards your office. You were surprised when the door was wide open.

You could have sworn you locked it.

Furrowing your brows, you looked around. Sliding your head into the room first, everything seemed like it was the way that you’d left it.

Except for the envelope that sat on your desk.

Your name was scrawled across it in bold calligraphy writing. Gently opening the envelope, you gasped at how the heavy cardstock weighed you down. Especially when you saw the words penned onto it.

‘Every sweet ounce of you belongs to me, doc. Let Jensen taste you again, and he won’t wake up.’

Chapter 3

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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 1

Day 1 - Shibari/Hair Pulling with Jake Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language, fluff, humour, sexual content (18+ only): oral (f receiving), shibari/bondage, traffic light system, hair pulling, slight fem dom. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

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A/N: Was going to get @slothspaghettiwrites to beta this but no, we die like men now. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written any smut so be gentle with me. Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Jake Jensen Masterlist

“You love me, right?”

“Baby, I would take a bullet for you. Maybe even a couple of bullets. Probably couldn’t go further than that, though. Shit hurts and I’d probably pass out like Pooch did that one time in Guatemala... Please don’t tell him I said that.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re up for a challenge.”

There’s a faint increase of pressure on your hips as you feel your boyfriend’s body tense up from both your words and the simultaneous swing of your leg as you settle into his lap, his fingertips automatically finding purchase underneath the hem of your t-shirt.

“Is this one of those good challenges where we have the sexy kind of fun? Because that would be awesome.”

“It might be.”

Jake’s grin is a mile wide now. “What do I need to do?”

You see your smile reflected back at you in his thick-rimmed glasses, your hands coming to rest atop his. He’s always been brilliant at following orders.

His eyes widen with excitement as your hand reaches for your pocket only to crinkle with confusion as you pull out... a twenty-dollar note?

“Twenty bucks says I’ll make you leave the table at this evening’s session,” you declare. “Twenty bucks and tonight’s post-session activity. What say you, Dungeon Master?”

There’s a spark in your eye and Jake wants so badly to give in, no questions asked. His nerdy pride, however, won’t let him consider it. It’s not been easy with your character pushing his fucking buttons every session purely so you could win this unspoken competition you’ve both trapped yourselves in. With his reputation and plan for tonight on the line - he thinks you’d look so fucking sexy wrapped in white lace, posing for him, camera in his hand capturing how soaked your panties are after he’s done with you - he sucks in a breath and gives you his reply, blond eyebrows raised and tongue swiping along his bottom lip, “You can certainly try.”

It’s soothing him - you can tell by the way the rope whispers against his skin and how the resulting sighs he lets out surprise even you. Uncaring or unaware of the noise, his head lolls as you tie the next knot, the rope’s movement across his skin shushing him into a pliant state.

The response is more than you could have wished for.

So pretty, Jay, you’re so damn pretty, you tell him over and over. Just a little more, handsome.

Cords of dark hemp pull and twist against corded muscle relaxed by a wonderful combination of trust and lust. For fun you briefly run a hand up one, his back jumping under the featherlight contact.

You’re done nearly two minutes later, the last knots keeping his forearms securely pinned to his lower back and the remaining rope tethered to a safe point on the wall - with some slack, of course. After admiring your literal handiwork for a few seconds you circle your slightly blissed-out boyfriend, satisfaction at his current state pulling the corners of your mouth upwards. “You feeling good, tiger?”

His cock could answer that question for you. Unlike the rest of him, it’s straining against its confines, the navy cotton providing very little friction.

Certainly not enough to give him any sort of relief or release.

One deep inhale, then two, “All green here babe.”

Stepping forward you tug at the line around his waist to bring him closer, rewarding his patience with a deep kiss. You hum in restrained delight - he tastes just like the buttered popcorn from earlier in the evening. The other hand slips to the base of his skull and gently tugs the short hair there, and Jake moans into your mouth, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. You can feel his warmth seeping from his chest and the rope creaks ever so slightly as he struggles against it. Another firmer tug pries his desperate mouth from yours.

His gaze grows manic. “Please,” he begs breathlessly, “Please touch me.”

What pretty putty I hold in my hands.

“Relax, Jay,” you coo. In a swift moment you pull your dress up and over your head. You don’t fail to notice the small wet patch on his underwear. He doesn’t fail to notice your lack of underwear altogether. “You walked away,” you continue, “so now we get to play my game.”

He sniffs in pathetic indignation, “Speak With Plants and Speak With Dead cannot be used to interrogate a mahogany writing desk.”

You snort. And the dork is back.

The protest holds very little weight considering the man can’t stop staring at your bare pussy.

Still my horny dork, though.

There’s a brief narrowing of those baby blues and you swear you can see the moment the lightbulb turns on in that pretty brain.

“Holy shit, Princess. The entire time-”

You nod your affirmation.

“You didn’t take them off at-”

A shake of the head instead.

“I love you. You’re like, my dream girl. You know that right?”

Jake Jensen I do not deserve you.

Curling a finger around the red material running up his sternum you step backward, chuckling at his brief attempt to lean in for another kiss is met with empty space. “I love you too, sweet soldier.”

Arm extended now, you pull and he enthusiastically follows, stopping with a hiss as he feels the rope behind him go taut, preventing him from actually going on the bed. Your feet touch something plush and soft a second before your calves find the end of the bed. A cursory glance at the vanity desk shows his glasses still next to the shears - just in case.

Letting go of him, you lower yourself and seat your ass firmly on the edge of the blanket. Jake watches, enraptured, as your thighs spread further apart. Slowly, deliberately, you taunt him. He drops to his knees before you’ve got the chance to verbalise the invitation, the pillow cushioning his sudden landing.

“Green, Jensen?”

“Greener than Swedish pastures.”

Still brilliant at following orders.

Pretty pink lips don’t waste time starting, Jensen smoothly and lazily chaining kiss after kiss up your thigh. On instinct your leg lifts itself onto his shoulder and your ankle pushes the hemp bonds deeper into his muscles, politely urging him closer to your wet heat as your patience begins to dissolve. His pace, however, doesn’t change - a small challenge in protest to losing yours.

You swiftly change his mind as your hand flies out, fingers twisting blond tufts and nails digging into his scalp. The man below you grunts, teeth scraping your skin as he moves faster, closer, you’re right fucking there-

A short puff of air on your clit is all the warning you get before Jake’s mouth latches on and sucks harshly. With no hesitation your pretty little soldier boy begins working at your cunt, his tongue swirling over your swollen clit between nips as you buck against his face.

Your arousal keeps dripping onto his chin - and the comforter - and he gleefully flattens his tongue to try and catch it all. “You taste so good, Baby,” he mumbles between mouthfuls, “So fucking good.”

Your fingers start to tighten and your legs begin to tense as you get closer to your peak, nails and heel sinking into sweaty skin and tight rope. Looking down you watch how his muscles ripple under your self-made trappings, Jake’s hands tensing instinctually - were they free he’d happily be using those dexterous digits to grope the globes of your ass. Threading your fingers in his hair still, you reassure him, “Relax, handsome. Don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing a - shitshitshit - great job.”

The encouragement seems to do the trick and what frustrated grunting was there stops, his breathing evening out. He happily presses on - in the most literal sense; Suck, swirl, flick, lick, repeat cycle.

“Love eating this pussy so fucking much.”

You don’t mind that he can’t shut up, not when he’s telling his truth so well.

Between the sight of his baby blues staring up at you seeking signs of your enjoyment and the sensation of his lips on your cunt, it’s more than enough to push you over, a wave of euphoria rushing up and through you. You cry out and with one final grind you fall back, bouncing on the mattress. Fingertips rub firm, soothing circles into Jake’s hair as you attempt to catch your breath.

When you’re ready you sit up again and look at your boyfriend, his head to the side and resting atop you. You smile with pride. “Colour?”

His chest rises and falls - in and out, in and out. “Green.” In and out. “Best twenty bucks I’ve ever lost.”

Unable to help it, the snort escapes you, and soon you’re both chuckling, the aura around the two of you filled with satisfaction and brevity. It’s a little awkward given your positioning, but regardless you lean down and gently kiss him, enjoying the taste of you on his lips. Your gut twists uncomfortably, guilty flowing through you as the pleasure fades.

It’s a shame Maxwell wants him dead. I really like this one.

Eyes fluttering with unshed tears you pull back, hoping your expression doesn’t betray your shame. “Want out of these ropes so we can take care of your ‘pressing issue’?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “I like a challenge, we can leave ‘em on. Besides, I’ve always had this secret fantasy of being interrogated but in a, uh, sexy way. You okay, babe?”

Pressing your forehead to his, you sigh, “Never better. Now let’s work on making that fantasy of yours come true. What are your thoughts on being hung from the ceiling?”

Jake Jensen I do not deserve you. Please forgive me.

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bagerfluff · 5 months

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Nightly Love

Stanley Uris x Male Reader

Prompt - Assassin Au

Stan fiddled with his ring as he looked down upon the gardens. It was night and Stan was already dressed for bed. But he couldn’t sleep. Despite the fire raging, keeping the room warm. And the new silk sheets that the servants placed there this morning, Stan couldn’t sleep. Stan didn’t know why he couldn’t sleep.

Nothing had happened and nothing was going to happen. Stan had nothing to worry about. For fucks sake he was the prince. He didn’t have to do anything. By the snap of his fingers and the sound of his voice, whatever needed doing was done. So why did Stan feel empty. Like something was missing.

Stan felt like this a lot. Ever since the reality of being the prince hit him. Stan didn’t want this. He didn’t want to rule over a kingdom. He didn’t want to marry someone because his father said so, because the world said so. Stan wanted to marry someone because he loved them.

Stan never loved any of the women his father brought in. One because they are women, Stan didn’t even like girls. Two because they were just a copy of the last girl. They just wanted to be with Stan because Stan was a prince and had a lot of money. But Stan had found someone that loved him for him.

Because he was Stan. Not because of his crown. But Stan couldn’t marry him. But Stan loved him. And wasn’t that enough? Not to his father. Stan sighed as he turned around to enter the castle. But before he entered through the doors that led to his room. Stan heard a thud from behind him.

Stan had a small smile on his face as he turned around. There stood Y/n as he pulled off the cloth that covered his lower face and lowered his hood. “Hey darling” Y/n whispered as he walked closer to Stan. The reason Y/n had a cloth covering his face and was dressed in all black was because he was an assassin. He was hired to take out the King.

But plans changed when he fell in love with his son. Stan was cautious at first. Dating an assassin isn’t the smartest thing to do. But Y/n proved himself to be loyal to Stan. That he loved Stan. So now they were dating. Y/n would show up to the castle to see Stan.

Stan wishes that Y/n didn’t have to show up under the cover of the dark. But if anyone saw them. Bad stuff would happen. “Hey Y/n” Stan said as he walked up to Y/n and kissed him. Y/n kissed back as he pulled Stan closer to him by the waist. Stan pulled away from the kiss and put his head on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n reached up and started playing with Stan’s curls. “You okay?” Y/n asked. Stan nodded. Stan didn’t want to burden Y/n with his problems. Y/n nodded. Y/n knew Stan was lying. But he didn’t push Stan to tell him.

Stan didn’t feel like telling him. Stan would tell him later, or Y/n would ask later. Both boys stood there. In each other's arms for what felt like years. Completely silent. Both boys absorbing the other's presence. Wishing that they could do this forever.

But after a couple minutes there was a noise outside of Stan’s room. Both boys looked over at the door and Stan sighed. “Bye Y/n” Stan whispered as Y/n put the cloth back on. “Bye Love” Y/n said back before he jumped over the railing.

Stan looked over the railing to see Y/n running off as he pulled his hood up. Stan smiled to himself as he walked into his room and shut the door. Stan then got under the covers of his bed and closed his eyes.

This time he fell asleep with no problem.

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