#jake jensen drabble

[witchywithwhiskey]

first christmas with trucker jake jensen

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x former sex worker!female reader

summary: jake makes your first christmas together special by surprising you with some christmas decorations and asking for your help decorating his tree, which brings the two of you closer in new ways.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, painful childhood memories, some angst/crying, fluff, jake jensen is a christmas menace

word count: 1.7k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? i wasn't going to write a lot, but, uh, well i did so i hope y'all enjoy some christmas fluff/smut/angst with trucker Jake!! i really enjoyed digging into his and reader's backstories!

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Ok so here’s the thing: trucker Jake Jensen LOVES Christmas. (Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to convince me this isn’t true to canon Jake Jensen—he just seems like the kind of guy who’d love Christmas!) 

I imagine Jake didn’t have the best childhood. Maybe he had some really magical Christmases when he was very little, but then his parents became absent or they died when he was still pretty young, or a mixture of the two. His parents not being around is why he’s so close to his sister and niece, and why family is important to him.

But I digress. The point is, I think Jake had a lot of lackluster Christmases, and he realized that if he wanted Christmas cheer in his life, he was going to have to be the one to make it. And boy does he.

Now, I should also mention that I think Jake’s reader had a similar childhood experience. You grew up with cold, sparse Christmases—maybe your parent/parents would get a tree but it was fake and pre-lit and they’d only decorate it with generic decorations. 

All the homemade ornaments you brought home from school might’ve been hung up on the tree that year, but your parents would toss them when putting everything away and you’d have to dig them out of the trash. Eventually, you stopped giving them to your parents and kept them in a shoebox under your bed. You’ve kept the box, but never hung them up.

Unlike Jake, you stuck with what was comfortable because it was what you’d always known, so you weren’t very big on decorating for Christmas. Most years, you wouldn’t even get a tree. 

You’d always figure you’d get one when you got a day off from Diesel Dolls, but then you’d spend your days off relaxing and not wanting to go through the process of getting a tree, lugging it back to your apartment alone, and then decorating it. 

All this is to say, you’re not the type to even think about asking Jake if you can decorate the inside of his rig for the holidays. But that’s ok, because he’s way ahead of you.

Early in November—so early, you’re not even thinking about Christmas yet—Jake gets a motel room for the night. This isn’t out of the ordinary, he likes to get a room when the both of you are craving a shower and some sex in a real bed.

That night, Jake fucks you to sleep. Literally. He makes you come so much, you pass out and are snoring softly before he can even grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. 

Jake watches you sleep for a little while (it’s cute, not creepy, I swear), but when he tries to doze off himself, he can’t. He’s heard the stories about your austere childhood Christmases and he’s determined to bring you some Christmas magic.

So while you sleep, he pulls out the boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations he keeps in the storage of his rig. He spends all night stringing lights and hanging garlands and other decorations until the front seats and the bunk in the back are so stuffed, there’s barely room to sit, let alone move around.

It’s all worth it for the expression on your face when you see what he’s done, though. The way your eyes light up with surprise and delight and even a touch of wonder. It’s more Christmas than you’ve ever seen before crammed into the small space of his rig and you… love it. 

You love it more than you ever thought possible and you’re speechless as you climb up into the rig and flop into the driver’s seat, your eyes greedily looking around at all the decorations while your mouth hangs open in surprise. 

There’s even a little plastic Christmas tree fixed to the dashboard, tiny little lights twinkling. It’s all so perfect, so wonderful, that you don’t know what to say.

“Do you… like it?” Jake asks tentatively, his hands on either side of the open door, one foot on the step up into the rig, while he watches you taking it all in. He thought he’d read you right, that you’d enjoy some Christmas cheer, but he’s beginning to worry he’d been wrong.

Unable to find the words for how you feel, you turn back to Jake with tears in your eyes and you practically tackle him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him hard. He stumbles back a step into the parking lot of the motel, his arms bracing you against his chest while he kisses you back.

Jake turns to walk you backward into the motel room, but you make a sound of protest. Kissing his stupidly handsome face—including the goatee you love so much—and knocking his glasses a little askew, you drag him back into the rig, impatiently waiting while he closes and locks the door behind you. Then you haul him into the bunk in the back until he covers your body with his own.

Quickly, the two of you tear your clothes off, and when Jake slides inside you, filling you up perfectly the way that only he can, you feel like your heart grows two sizes. You’re so happy, tears slip from your eyes and slide down your temples into your hair while Jake coos at you and kisses the tears from your skin. 

“Don’t cry, kitten, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs in your ear, his hips working you open with his cock until you’re moaning more than you’re crying. You can’t even find the words to tell him they’re happy tears, you just cling to him and hold him tight in your arms.

Jake fucks you slow and sweet in his rig while you’re surrounded by a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations—so much that when Jake hikes your thigh up around his hip, you accidentally kick some loose. But Jake doesn’t care enough to stop, filling you over and over again in a steady rhythm that drives you wild, pleasure coiling in your core.

He makes you come while a fallen garland tangles around your entwined legs, the snowflakes he’s hung from the ceiling swaying with the force of his thrusting. And then he tumbles over the edge after you, filling you up with his come and holding you close as you catch your breath together.

You laugh at the mess the two of you have made of his decorations and he chuckles right along with you, telling you he’ll fix them before you get back on the road. You snuggle into him and thank him for the early Christmas present.

But you have no idea what else Jake has in store for you because, like I said, he LOVES Christmas.

I imagine Jake has a house somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, high enough that there’s guaranteed to be snow at Christmas. It’s so remote, in fact, that there wouldn’t be any service or cable if not for the robust satellite setup he has. 

Your first Christmas together, he takes you to his house and pulls the same trick he did with the truck rig, where he decorates the house to the max while you’re asleep. (It isn’t uncommon for Jake to go a couple days without sleeping. He used to be in the military and it fucked with his ability to maintain a normal routine, which is why he enjoys the freedom that comes with being a trucker.) 

The only thing Jake leaves undecorated is the tree. It’s a fresh pine he had shipped to his house, and set up in the massive living room, the tall tree taking up an entire corner by itself.

Jake makes you some coffee while you look at the decorations he’s put up and then you sit on the couch sipping it while he strings the lights on the tree. He’s focused and methodical while he works, and you can’t help but get a little turned on by the cute, determined expression on his face and the way his biceps bulge and flex.

But when he’s done, the heat that had been simmering in your core is extinguished because Jake pulls out a shoebox that looks far too familiar, and it brings up far too many painful memories. 

Jake sits down beside you, his head hanging a little like a guilty puppy while he tells you he pilfered it from your apartment the last time he was there. He catches your eye and you see the earnestness in his gaze when he asks you to tell him about all the ornaments.

When you hesitate—because you’re not sure whether to be mad at Jake for going through your things or to love him even more for remembering that you’d kep the ornaments—he pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead.

“I want to know all of you, kitten,” he says gently, tipping your face toward his so he can look into your eyes. “Even the bad parts—especially the bad parts. I want to hear about all your bad Christmas memories so I can replace them with good ones.”

By the time he’s done talking, your eyes are misty with tears and you nod, leaning in for a kiss before you take a deep, steadying breath. It helps that Jake’s arms are big and strong, his chest firm as you lean into him. Then, you open the box.

Jake listens patiently while you pull out each ornament and tell him what you remember about it, the Christmas memories you associate with it. It’s a long, difficult process, but when you’re done, you feel inexplicably lighter. 

When you look to Jake, to see his reaction, you find him with red-rimmed eyes, like he cried while you told him about your childhood Christmases. But before you can ask him about it, he captures your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss you’ve ever felt. Once he pulls away, he helps you up from the couch and, together, you hang the ornaments on the tree.

Then you spend the rest of the morning hanging up all of Jake’s tree ornaments—of which there are many—and he tells you stories about his sister and his niece. By the time you’re done, you feel filled up with Christmas cheer and you drag Jake back down onto the couch.

There, under the lights of the Christmas tree and all the decorations overflowing his mountain home, you kiss your trucker prince charming and show him how happy you are to be spending the holiday with him.

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[babyjakes]

if this was a movie.

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summary | your nerdy best friend is gonna make you a star.

pairing | nerd!best friend!jake jensen x reader

warnings | jakey is lowkey a perv but that's exactly how we love him. best friend!jakey except he's so down bad for reader. reader is nervous/inexperienced. filming/making porn. fingering (both holes >:^)). heavy clit focus, my beloved <3. clit slapping. squirting. praise and humiliation. so many petnames (it's jakey, duh.) me again picking a taylor title bc i have no impulse control.

word count | 1,165

an | hehe well :^) i've been thinking about nerdy bestie jakey for a while and i just thought i'd write a little something for him, i've been thinking a LOT about pornstar/director au's lately and this felt like a cute little way to enter the genre. hope you guys enjoy, please help me spread my love for jakey by reblogging!!! <3

"A-Are you sure about this, Jakey?" you ask, wide-eyed as you lean back carefully against your best friend's second-hand leather sofa. In front of you, the blonde-haired boy fiddles with his camera, trying to get the angle of the tripod just right.

Jake looks up at you through the round frames of his glasses, giving you a confident smile. "'Course I am, sweetcheeks," he promises as he finally finds a shot he likes. "Remember all those filming classes I took in high school? Looks like they're finally gonna pay off," he chuckles.

"I-I just, I don't know," you admit shyly as your friend hits record, a small red light shining to the side of the camera's wide lens. "Will people even wanna watch this sort of thing?"

Jake furrows his brow as he crouches down in front of you on the floor, reaching out a hand to rub your knee as you hug your legs up to your chest nervously. "Of course they will, cutie. You're gonna be a hit, just wait and see. Guys online will go crazy over a sweet little thing like you." He gently places a large hand over each of your knees, easing them to either side of the couch to give the camera a full view of your sheer lace panties. "These are so pretty, honey," Jake murmurs as he carefully runs a few fingers over your clothed pussy, causing heat to rise up in your cheeks as you let out a soft whimper. "Don't be nervous, sweetie. Try to forget the camera's even there, yeah? S'just you and me, I got you."

You turn your head to the side, too embarrassed to watch as your best friend continues petting you lightly over the thin strip of fabric covering your most sensitive places. "Mmm," you can hear the smile in Jake's voice as he notes, "you're already getting wet, sweetheart. Look so sweet like this, doing so good for me." He focuses a single finger to rub against the small damp patch in the center of your panties. "Right there," he sighs happily as he takes his time teasing you. "What do you say, pretty girl? Should we give your adoring audience a closer look?"

His hands come up to hook under the waistline of the undies as he gently eases them off of you. Your legs instinctually close again, but he's quick to open you back up for the camera, spreading you nice and wide as your cheeks only burn more with humiliation and uncertainty. "There," Jake coos, giving the viewers the exact shot he knows they've been waiting for. "There she is, oh my," he chuckles as he drags a finger through your leaking folds, stringing out your arousal for you and everyone watching to see. "Look at how excited you are, baby. Here, why don't we just-" his voice lulls a bit as he uses both of his large hands to spread your dripping cunt further open, his mouth practically watering at the sight. "Oh honey," he murmurs. "You've been keeping this all to yourself? What a shame, s'the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

Your muscles twitch as the man keeps you suspended in anticipation, just lightly manipulating your flesh this way and that to give the camera an array of angles and views, with all of you spread out so helplessly, of course. "Wanna make sure they can see everything, sweetie," he explains in a soothing manner as he pulls back the hood around your hardened bundle of nerves, giving the exposed head a quick few swipes with his finger. You gasp, jerking at the sudden burning pleasure. "Mhmm, just as I thought," the blonde observes aloud. "Already so sensitive, aren't you, cutie? You're very swollen down here, guess I'm not surprised."

Jake brings the pads of two of his digits down to begin circling over your drenched hole. "Easy, sweet thing. M'gonna stretch you open now, okay? Wanna let your fans see how tight this little baby pussy is." You let out a fluttering sigh as he coaxes his fingers into you. "That's it," he encourages you, "fuck, so fucking tight, pretty girl." He takes a moment with his fingers fully inserted, spreading them apart to let your viewers see your poor little hole being stretched as far as it can manage.

Once he's satisfied with the spectacle he's given, he begins working his fingers in and out of you, his pace gradually increasing as your legs fall further apart while you hum and moan softly to yourself. "Good, that's my good girl," he smiles as he surprises you by spitting down on your puckered asshole, earning a gasp from you as your knees tremble.

He begins teasing the entrance to your virgin bottom with the pad of his thumb, biting his tongue in concentration as you begin falling apart beneath his touch. "J-Jakey," you groan softly in humiliation, "please, I- oh!" Your protests are cut off by a strained whine escaping your lips, his thick digit having forced its way past the tight outer ring of your poor rosebud. "Jakey, Jakey," you whimper, your eyes rolling back on their own as your head falls to the side, the pressure in your tummy becoming more and more urgent.

"C'mon, cutie. Keep making those pretty sounds for me. You gonna be a good girl and cum for the camera?" All you can manage in response is a string of incoherent whimpers and whines. Jake chuckles almost cruelly at the pathetic state he's brought you to. "I'll take that as a yes. Almost there, baby. Here, let's help you out a little, huh?"

His free hand finds your clit, tugging back on the surrounding skin to expose the poor bundle of nerves as he again swipes mercilessly at it, reducing you nearly to tears as an unbearable tightness forms in your gut. "Please, please!" you pant, your hands scrambling to grip at the couch beneath you as you hurtle to the edge of your climax, well past the point of no return.

"Come on, sweetheart. Give us a big one," Jake cheers as you cry out in euphoria, your body convulsing violently as your orgasm tears through you. "That's it, that's my girl," Jake beams proudly as he rips his fingers out of you, smacking his drenched digits down against your poor exposed button to force you to squirt. Across your entire body, your skin is ablaze. Your high feels like it lasts for entire minutes before finally beginning to cease, tiny shocks and tingles shooting through your limbs as you float down, struggling to catch your breath.

Through half-closed lids, you can barely look out at the blonde-haired boy kneeling before you. He smiles gently, easing his fingers out of you as you let out a final set of jumbled whimpers. "That's my girl," he says again, reaching up to cup your cheek softly. "I just knew it. My girl's gonna be a star."

[ronearoundblindly]

Jake Jensen Masterlist

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages || Main Story Complete ✅

SERIES --

Jake x gn!ops!Reader ✅

This Can't Be The Moment (a kiss where it doesn't hurt) 🌼⛈️ Confidence Is The Absence Of Control (love confession) 🌼Painful...But In A Good Way (redo confession) ⛈️🌼🔥

Jake x roommate!Reader ✅

Watch The Fish 🌼🔥🦆 Not In Front Of The Fish 🌼🔥🦆 Feed The Fish 🌼🔥🦆

Jake x bartender!Reader (coming soon) (concept post)

Davey Bones and His Treasure (undercover!Jake) 🌼🔥🦆⛈️ Mr. and Mrs. Wyler (you and Jake in WITSEC) ⛈️🔥🦆🌼

ONE-SHOTS --

Jake x sick!reader comfort 🌼⛈️

Board Games/Arts & Crafts (drabble prompt) *** 🌼

Rerouted (fight and makeup ask) 🌼⛈️

A Kiss to Distract (Valentine's ask) 🌼 ***

Shut Up, Jensen (a kiss to shut them up) 🔥🦆 -> follow up ask

Dirty Headcanons: 🔥🦆

Impact Play, Not Yet, and Routine

Kissing

Sleepy Sex

Photography

Extra Info

Jake's home! (prompt ask) 🌼🔥🦆

What We Want We Can't Have (fic title only ask) 🌼⛈️

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[thezombieprostitute]

Just thinking of Jake and a New Year's Eve kiss. Because of his work he's often away for holidays but this year he finally gets to be with you.

You: Jake, why are you so nervous?

Jake: This is our first New Year's kiss. I don't want to disappoint you.

You: Sweetie, we've been together for a long time. You know you don't need to be perfect.

Jake: but it's a New Year's kiss! This is important! What if I screw it up so bad you never want to do this again? What if this super romantic moment is "just okay"? What if the kiss goes wrong and it ruins the entire year?

You: Jake Jensen, look at me. You are amazing and have made my life better in so many ways. And that goes beyond the romantic stuff. As long as I get to greet the new year with you, it'll be a great start to things.

Jake: I didn't deserve you. You're an angel.

You: well, when we're not alone I'm an angel. Do you wanna skip the party and have that kiss tonight in our own bed?

Jake *freezes in excitement*: I'll text them and say you're not feeling well.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fools Rush In 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, naivety, horny Jake, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Jake Jensen

Summary: you marry your online boyfriend only to find that IRL is much more intense. (plus!reader)

Note: another one i didn't expect!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hold back a giggle as you stare at the screen. Even through webcam, Jake looks nervous. His cheeks are red as he recites the line after the officiant, his eyelashes flickering as if he can’t focus. Your own heat is racing. 

“...see no impediment to why I should not be wed...” He continues. 

Your eyes almost cross as your cheeks bulb. It’s not every little girl’s dream wedding but that’s never been something you cared about. You didn’t want to be let down if it never happened. This is perfect though. You’re marrying him. Someone who makes you laugh. Someone who listens. 

He finishes the same avowal you gave and officiant squints as the read through their script. You fix your pearl head band, glad your fidgeting hands are out of frame. Jensen wipes his forehead as the final line comes. 

“I now declare you husband and wife from this day forth,” he proclaims. 

You give a giddy shimmy and Jake blows a kiss before bashfully looking away. The officiant congratulates you and you thank him. They leave the call and screen comes up in the app confirming your marriage is complete. You blink. 

“That’s... it?” You murmur. 

“Ha, yeah, I guess we’re married,” Jake chuckles.  

You smile at the lens, yeah. I’m sorry... sorry I couldn’t come down sooner. It’s expensive right now.” 

“You know I’ll wait,” he assures you. “I have.” 

“Oh, I know, Jakey.” 

He grins, “I love it when you call me that.” He rubs his eyes. “I love being able to see you.” 

“It would be nicer in person,” you say. He nods and deflates just a little. His eyes narrow. “What?” 

“You’re just so pretty,” he says. “I married the most beautiful woman on earth. Wow.” 

“J,” you chide, “please, you’re so lame.” 

“Lame and your husband,” he teases. 

You chitter again and cup your cheeks as your smile aches, “Jake...” 

“Yes, honey,” he says. 

“I do have a surprise...” You bite your lip, “for the wedding night.” 

“You do?” His eyes round. You nod. 

“Can I show you?” 

“Yes, honey,” he utters, once more brushing the brims of his eyes. 

You get up and back away. Your puffy dress clouds out around you. The layers are short enough that they don’t make you feel too big. You sway and clutch the skirt above your thigh. 

“Close your eyes!” You command. 

He covers his face and chuckles. You notice his bow tie, a bright green with a little charm in the middle. He’s got his own style but so do you. You love that he just doesn’t care. 

You reach back to tug down the zipper. It’s a bit off a struggle but you manage to get it halfway. You wiggle free of the layers and step out. You look up to make sure he’s not watching. 

You check the little image of you in the corner, not too closely. The lacy one-piece linger is high-cut on your pelvis and lifts your chest so it jiggles with each breath. You pose and let out a nervous puff. 

“Jakey?” You say, “you can look.” 

He drops his hands and his mouth falls open. He leans in and blinks. You burn with self-consciousness. 

“I-I-I—honey! Oh! My!” He stammers as his eyes look ready to roll back, “that’s... you’re so hot!” 

“Really?” You squeal and shimmy. You gasp as your tits threaten to spill over and you catch the top of your chest. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he covers his mouth. 

“You really like it?” 

He peels his hand away, ��God, yes.” 

You tilt your head and drag your hands down the lace. He groans and shifts. 

“Can I see the back?” He asks. 

You make a face. You couldn’t find anything that wasn’t a thong. It’s supposed to be sexy but you would feel better with a bit more. 

You turn and he growls. You look over your shoulder as he bites his fist. You give a sheepish grin. 

“It’s okay?” 

“Spec-tacular,” he chokes on the word. 

“Yeah?” You face him. 

“Baby, what are you doing?” He groans. “I want to touch you so bad. I need to.” 

“Me too,” you coo and near the computer. “One day. I wish... I wish it wasn’t like this.” 

“I wouldn’t change a thing as long as I got you,” he grits. He stares, hesitant as he searches the screen. “Can we... have some fun?” 

“Oh, uh, I... sure,” you can’t say no. It is your wedding day. 

“Why don’t you tell me what we’ll do, huh? When we meet.” 

“Um, oh,” you bat your lashes, “I don’t...” 

“Can you back up again?” He interrupts. “So I can see all of you?” 

“Oh, sure,” you obey and back up, pulling the chair with you to sit. 

“Open your legs,” he snarls. 

A thrill rolls through you and you obey. You watch him as he reaches down and his chest strains. You gulp. 

“Well, I’ll wear this,” you begin, “and... I’ll kiss you.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, “what else?” 

“And I’ll hug you and er, touch you all over.” 

He purrs again as his arm moves slowly. You realise he’s touching himself off-screen. You shudder. 

“And then, um, um...” 

“Will you get on top?” He rasps, “or do you want me on you?” He grunts and pushes his head back,  “tell me how you want it, baby.” 

You’ve never been good at the dirty talk. It makes you nervous. You’re still not sure if he knows you really don’t know what to do. 

“Yeah, you could... be on top.” 

“Can I see your tits?” He asks suddenly. 

You bat your lashes and another raze of fire spreads over you. You nod and bring your hands up to the straps of the bodysuit. You shiver as he bites his lip. 

“Come on, baby, I bet they’re just as gorgeous as the rest of you,” he coaxes. “Mmm, I’m almost there, please?” 

You pull the straps down and fold the cups over. Your tits spill out and you squeak. His neck strains and he growls. 

“Mm, yes, and they’re all mine. You’re all mine,” he drones as his image shakes, “my wife.” 

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Dear Husbands AU

Bucky Barnes 💍 Can’t Have One Without the Other | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Steve Rogers 💍 I’ve Got You Under My Skin | 2 | 3

Thor 💍 These Foolish Things

Loki 💍 Moon River

Sherlock Holmes 💍 You Do Something To Me

Jake Jensen 💍 Fools Rush In

Brock Rumlow 💍 My Way

[lilacevans]

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 - 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding kink.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | puppy play

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | spit kink, choking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | bondage.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐠𝐨𝐭'𝐜𝐡𝐚 - 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | crying kink, chase kink, dub-con/non-con

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | throatfucking, dub-con. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧'- 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | breeding, dirty talk.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 - 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | humiliation, ball-sucking.

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧 - 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, puppy play. | coming soon!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. | choking, pushed too far.

+ more! coming soon!

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Sweet Jake.

And just the idea of Jake looking at us instead of the stars has me dead.

I can't have this much cuteness overload in my day.

Just kidding, I have a bottomless receptacle for cuteness.

And this drabble is just the sweetest!!!!

Starry Night- Blinded by the Fog Drabble

Characters: Jake Jensen, Reader Pairings: Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 929 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. teenage pining, teenage angst. stupid high school rituals.

Summary: takes place roughly 10 years before Blinded by the Fog timeline. A glimpse into Reader and Jake's time in high school together. Takes place roughly a month before the hot cider drabble.

Author's Note: As I've been struggling with Chapter 6 of BBtF, I saw this post of December prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting and am attempting to make them mostly Jake & Reader based so I get more of a feel for them to help Reader with her grief. And thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support, none of these would be done with out you.

Ask Box: Open

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It was the first night football game your high school had ever played, and even though neither of you were big sports people, you and Jake headed to the game.  You were surprised to find the parking lot of your small school packed, you had to park your beat-up hand-me-down car blocks away.  

The two of you were not deterred though.  Jake threw the pack with your needed supplies on his back while you tucked the folded blankets from your trunk under your arm.  By the looks of the parking lot, you two would be lucky to find spots on the bleachers, and you weren't sitting on the damp grass this cool September evening in New Hampshire. 

"C'mon, twerp," he teased.  "Get those little legs moving or we are gonna miss the puck drop."

You laughed at your best friend as you threaded your arm through his.  "Wrong sport, sport."

"Yeah yeah whatever.  Just get a move on."

"You got a hot date you wanna tell me about?" you teased as he all but sprinted with you attached to him.  "Someone on the cheer squad catch your attention?"

"Wha- no!" Jake sputtered his denial while side-eyeing you.  

"Football team then?" you tried.  It was the start of your senior year, and your best friend had yet to develop or rekindle any kind of crush on anyone at the school, which seemed odd to you.  The man was often floundering over some pretty girl in one of your classes.  

Jake sighed. "Just leave it be, wouldya?  Already told you there's no sense in that with me leaving after we graduate."

"Never gonna come back to our fair town again? Run off to places unknown and never look back?" Your tone was teasing but inside your heart ached.  For the first time in a decade, you and Jake wouldn't be together.  He was already signed up to join the Army, hell bent on getting away from his parents. And you had your eye on a college clear across the country, for your own reasons. You were more than a little scared of losing him to the distance and experiences.  

"Nah, don't be silly.  I'll always come back for you and Jo, Leia."

You didn't even attempt to hide the bright smile that spread across your face as you tightened your arm around his.  "It's been ages since you've called me that, you know?"

Jake paused his steps to look at you, confusion filling his features.   "No it hasn't," he insisted.  "I call you that all the time."

"Yeah it has," you admitted softly. "Those nicknames, our nicknames, are the only good thing Dad left behind, you know..." You voice fell away, hiding the pain that was still hard for you to handle all these years after your dad walked out on you and your mom.  It was he who gave you two the nicknames of Luke and Leia not long after Jake's 8th birthday party.  You were as thick as thieves and always getting in trouble together, in separable.

Jake stepped into your personal space and pulled you tight against his chest, knowing intrinsically what memories of your dad were going to do to you.  "I know," he mumbled into the top of your head.  "I do know."

The hot prickles of eminent tears filled your eyes and you pushed with all your will to keep them from spilling.  Tonight was supposed to be making fond memories for you two to look back on after you both left this tiny town.  You weren't going to let your lousy father get in the way.  Pulling out of Jake's embrace, you shook your head.  

"We should get going if we are gonna get to see any of the game," you insisted, trying to distract yourself from the sweet if befuddled look on Jake's face that happened whenever he tried to comfort you. Grabbing his arm, you quickly make your way to the crosswalk leading to the school ball field.  Poking the walk button, you bounced on the balls of your feet, trying to excite you both into this evening's activity.  

Suddenly though the lights on the field and along the road went dark, throwing everything into darkness.  You leaned unconsciously into Jake's side as groans of disappointment carried over to you from the bleachers. "Well shit," he muttered.  "What do you suppose happened?"

You huffed. "Probably too much stress on our tiny town's power supply," you ventured, looking around to see that it looked like the whole town was black.  With a pout, you looked back at your friend. "What are we gonna do now?"

"Wait and see if they come back?" Jake suggested with a shrug.  

Blowing a raspberry, you tilted your head back, your childish noise dissipating as you caught sight of the stars above you. "Oh my God, Jake, look. It's the Milky Way!  I don't know that I've ever seen it in person.  No, wait, I know I've never seen it in person.  I’ve never seen anything awesome in this fucking pathetic lil town of ours. God, I can't wait to get out of here and see so much of the world that we are missing," you sighed deeply, silencing your silly diatribe. 

Your gaze slid from the view above down to Jake's face, finding him looking at you.  "You are supposed to be looking at the stars, doofus," you gently teased, slightly turning his head with your finger under his chin. 

"I am," he said so softly that you didn't really hear him as your eyes reflected the star light.  

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[plussizefantasia]

CozyTober 2024

Here's the lineup for this year's spooky, comfy, cozy writing challenge. I got this list from @bigtreefest and really like the ideas that I got from it. If any of these catch your eye let me know and I'll add you to the taglist, other than that just enjoy the next month's worth of blurbs and one-shots full of all the fantastic fall vibes!

p.s. the divider featured on all my cozytober fics is from @strangergraphics

Day 1: Borrowing a Sweatshirt or Coat: Logan Howlett x F! reader

Day 2: Wrapped in a Soft Fuzzy Blanket: Fili x Hobbit!reader

Day 3: Chilly Fall Day: Eddie Munson x gf!Reader

Day 4: The slight smell of smoke in the air: Eliot Spencer x Reader

Day 5: Hot Chocolate or Tea: Jim Hopper x wife!reader

Day 6: Cuddles after a bad day: Jake Jensen x gf!Reader

Day 7: The Smell of Fresh Baked Goods: Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

Day 8: Apple Cider Donuts: Dad!Steve Rogers x mom!reader

Day 9: Fall Road Trip: Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 10: Unsanctioned Halloween Party: Tony Stark x wife!reader, Platonic Peter Parker x reader

Day 11: Last Minute Family Gathering: Steve Harrington x gf!reader

Day 12: Cozy Coffee Shop: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 13: Game Night : Eddie Munson x gf!reader

Day 14: Playing in the leaves: Benedict Bridgerton x wife!reader

Day 15: Visits from the dead: Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Day 16: Facing your fears: Curtis Everett x reader

Day 17: Spooky Stories: Sam Uley x imprint!reader

Day 18: Trick or Treating: dad!Bucky x mom!reader

Day 19: Abandoned Train Station: Logan Howlett x reader

Day 20: Rotting Things: Thorin x reader

Day 21: Haunted Hotel: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 22: Too freaked out to sleep alone: Steve Harrington x reader

Day 23: Halloween Pranks: Jake Jensen x reader

Day 24: Carving Pumpkins: Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Day 25: Ghosts of your past: Lucifer Magne x reader

Day 26: Comfort during sickness: Jim Hopper

Day 27: "Selfcare is important": Aaron Hotchner x reader

Day 28: Reconnecting: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Day 29: "Thanks for Putting up with me": Paul Lahote x reader

Day 30: Comfort Food: Eliot Spencer x reader

Day 31: Reader's Choice: Congrats! if you read this far you get a chance to decide what the big finish of this year's challenge will be! All throughout October if you send me an ask with a fall prompt and a character pairing your idea will be considered for the finale!! Submissions will be accepted until October 28th.

[babyjakes]

not trying to play. [blurb.]

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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.

[krirebr]

soooo i just realized heads will roll is kind of a road trip au lolol 🤭 and we all know jakey boy is a bit of a doof, so how about "... do you have any hobbies?"

It absolutely is!! It's one of the things that has me really excited about it. This takes place just a day or so into their road trip, and right after the first part of their story, which I have not written yet. 😂🤦‍♀️ Thanks for playing, Brandy!!

Realize

Pairing: future hunter!Curtis x slayer!reader x hunter!Jake

Warnings: A little bit of angst, I guess

You woke up in the back seat of the car, still on the road. It was pitch black outside. You must have slept for hours.

Curtis and Jake were having a hushed conversation in the front. You weren’t sure if they were being quiet because they didn’t want to wake you or didn’t want you to hear.

These were prime patrolling hours. That’s what you should have been doing right now. Instead, you were on the run, headed to who knows where with two complete strangers, the few personal possessions you’d been able to fit stuffed in their trunk. You were the most on your own you’d been since Gilliam had found you.

You leaned forward so your head was between the front seats. “Hey,” you said, and Jake turned toward you, while Curtis kept his eyes on the road. “I could use a bathroom break."

Jake looked to Curtis. “We could probably all use a stretch,” he rumbled.

Curtis hummed, then looked down at his dashboard. “Might not be a bad time to get gas, I guess.”

Jake messed around for a moment on his phone then said, “There’s a good exit about 10 miles up.”

Curtis moved his head enough to let you know he was talking to you when he asked, “That good enough?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said as you sank back into your seat. You didn’t say anything else until you got to the truck stop, but you noted the way Jake kept turning his head to look back at you.

As soon as the car stopped, you jumped out, heading inside to find the restroom. After relieving yourself and trying to clean up a bit in the sink, you headed out to the convenience store, aimlessly strolling the aisles as you looked at snacks. You didn’t have much money on you. That would probably become a problem. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. Right now, you wanted chips.

As you tried to decide what kind you wanted, Jake came up and stood beside you. “Curtis wants to drive through the night,” he said, “put as much distance behind us as we can before we stop at a motel or something.”

“Sure,” you said, as you grabbed a bag of something salty. You went to get in line to check out and Jake followed you, a bottle of some neon-colored drink in his hand.  

There were a few people in front of you, so you just stood quietly, awkwardly, as you waited. Until Jake cleared his throat. “So,” he started then paused. You looked over at him, and he ducked his head shyly. “You, uh, you have any hobbies?”

“What?” you asked.

He moved his hand in the air awkwardly. “You know, hobbies. Things you do in your free time.”

Free time? Every waking minute of every day of the last six months had been spent training and studying so you’d be able to fulfill your destiny—killing vampires. Kickboxing, aerobics, self-defense, reading arcane mythology—it’d all been for that one purpose. You didn’t do anything else. “Uh, no,” you said, “no hobbies,” as you finally reached the front of the line. You put your chips on the counter and then Jake added his drink and handed over the cash. You started to tell him he didn’t have to, thank him, something, but he was already heading out the door. 

He stopped to hold it open for you, then fixed you with one of the warmest looks you’d ever received. “Well,” he said, “first order of business, I think, is to get you some hobbies.”

Kris's 700 Celebration

Tag lists are open

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[bigtreefest]

Morning Mewl

Pairing: PhD Candidate! Curtis Everett x PhD Student! Reader

Summary: Curtis is nervous before his PhD defense

Word count: 866

Content/warnings: fluffy fluff fluff fluff (bc Curtis deserves it), kissing, sharing a bed, roommate and good friend Jake, best friend/mentee turned girlfriend reader, pet name usage (cookie, smart cookie, cooks), established relationship

A/N: Inspired partially by @biteofcherry in this post and what was written for @jamneuromain in this post. Shoutout for all my moots for Curtis encouragement and @thezombieprostitute for the constant praise at all hours. I hope you guys melt reading this along with me.

Takes place a couple years down the line once reader and Curtis are dating and in the same program, so there’s not a weird power imbalance.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were used to the groans that came out of Curtis when waking up. Every morning, his broad form that was wrapped around your body creaked in the joints as he stretched, fighting the stiffness that would settle over him in the night.

This morning, you were woken up by a slightly different sound than the usual early morning deep breath and whine that signaled him waking. This was was more high-pitched…more of a…mewl?

You snickered lightly at the sound, ready to turn around in his hold and crack a joke to his face.

“That was an interesting one.” You softly giggled it out, mixed with the small rasp of your morning voice. When you finally opened your eyes, though, you were surprised to not see Curtis’s face at all.. it was hidden by a ball of fluff, a black and gray tabby cat curled up and now purring peacefully.

The same cat you had met years ago when Curtis had brought her in so the landlord didn’t find out. You struggled to hold in a fit of laughter, but weren’t sure what to do. From under the restful mound of fluff came the groan you had expected that morning.

“Jensen, come get the cat.” It was louder that your early morning ears expected, but somewhat muffled and still not enough for her to stir on his face.

Curtis’s roommate Jake came walking into the room, glasses thrown on haphazardly and hair messy from the early hour. Jake wasn’t in your program, he was actually studying CS, which was for the best and very helpful for how often your computer got overloaded. Curtis was glad to have a roommate who was in a different program from him, too. It was a nice break from the nonstop work, plus an opportunity to hear about another department’s drama. Sure, he and Jake didn’t have very similar sleeping schedules, but they got along well and were respectful of noise for the other.

Jake rubbed his eyes under his glasses, adjusting to the light that poured through the curtains of Curtis’s window. He laughed at the predicament Curtis found himself in “I swear she likes you more than she likes me. It’s not fair you get all the ladies around here.”

You laughed as Jake walked into the room towards Curtis’s side of the bed. “C’mere, Mav. Don’t scratch uncle Curtis. He didn’t like that last time.”

Jake gently scooped the cat off his face and she instantly clung to the fabric on the shoulder of his own graphic tee, snuggling against Jake’s shoulder. “Okay, I’ll keep her out of her out of your hair, or at least as much of it as you have, while you get ready. If I don’t see you before you leave, good luck today. I’ll be in the back of the lecture hall for your defense.”

He walked towards the door before turning around. “Oh! And by the way, I stopped by that breakfast place you like yesterday. Picked up some sandwiches for this morning’s brain food. All you and Cookie have to do is heat them up.”

You and Curtis had both shifted to sit up by now, and you watched a small, appreciative smile creep onto his face. “Thanks, Jensen, I’ll see you later, man.”

You twisted towards your boyfriend, finally seeing his full face for the first time that morning. “You hear that? He got us the good stuff. Free breakfast, Cooks.”

You shook your head and brushed your hand over the stubble on his cheek, freshly trimmed the past weekend so it was neat for Curtis’s PhD defense later this morning. “I’m not the smart cookie today. You are, future Dr. Everett. It has a good ring to it already.”

Your thumb traced over the freckles on his nose as he leaned into your touch, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. His eyes sparkled back toward you with a hint of concern you’d rarely seen from the usually confident and secure man. “Not yet, though. Don’t wanna count my chickens before they hatch.”

Your other hand came up to frame his face and pull his forehead to yours. “Look at me. Today’s going to be great. You’re going to show everyone how smart you are and how hard you’ve worked and how there’s no one else who’s as deserving of this degree as you. And I’m going to be right there, cheering you on with your parents, without an ounce of doubt in your abilities.”

He relaxed in your hold, wrapping his one arm around your waist, the other settling on your thigh as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed, absorbing the comfort of the moment before looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Promise?”

You leaned in to kiss him, slow and deep. An exhibit of love and faith and the deepest support that bloomed from friendship. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces before you saw his demeanor shift and lighten, his usual, determined game face taking over. He was ready for the day.

“I promise. Now let’s go eat that breakfast before Jensen changes his mind and steals it from us.”

Bonus A/N: Pls feel free to screech with me about soft! Curtis. He deserves all the credit and all the love.

[witchywithwhiskey]

The IT guy, Jake Jensen, rolls up to your desk, knocking gently on the end to let you know he's there.

"I hear someone's having trouble with their password?" he asks in a friendly tone. "Mind if I take a look?"

You're flustered by the full weight of his attention—the combination of that charming grin and those sparkling eyes is lethal to your heart, which kicks into a gallop in your chest.

You jump up quickly, not realizing how close he'd gotten and suddenly you're face to face with the handsome IT guy. Jake is tall, but you're tall, too. Tall enough that if you swayed forward just a little bit, your lips would brush his.

The hectic, awful morning must be getting to you, pushing you to crave something—anything—to make you feel better, and you push yourself to rock back on your heels, giving Jake an apologetic grimace.

"Careful there, darling," Jake says, his voice sounding far away. It's only then that you take in his expression—the dazed look on his face, and the way his eyes keep dropping to your mouth. As you watch, his eyes focus, sharpen, raking over your face. You're not sure what he sees, but his expression turns concerned. "You ok?"

Suddenly, the morning catches up with you, and emotion clogs your throat. When you open your mouth to answer, to say that you're fine, nothing comes out.

Jake smiles, the curve of his mouth endlessly comforting for some reason.

"Why don't you tell me about it while I fix you up?"

You nod gratefully.

Then, without thinking, you step closer and loop your arms around his neck, hugging Jake. Before your brain can catch up with you and you can pull yourself away, Jake's arms circle your waist and he hugs you back, squeezing you with the perfect amount of pressure to make you relax.

Something in you settles, and for the first time all morning, things don't seem so bad. You can't help but think that a hug from Jake Jensen is exactly what you needed.

-

hope your day gets better, Zombie!! ♡♡

Already a very rough morning.

Had to run to catch the bus. Would've missed if the driver wasn't so nice.

Still hurting from period pain.

Spent the trip into work thinking about all the shit my dad did, essentially riling myself up.

Changed my password at work but did it wrong because now I can't log in to a damn thing!

It's not even 9 AM!

Please send thots to help distract me.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Captain's Wife

No warnings needed but please reblog and comment.

House husband!Jensen x wife!reader

🏠🏠🏠

Jake walks into the room looking pale. You sit up, concerned. You tilt your laptop to see him clearly.

"Everything okay?" You ask.

He nods and gulps, wide-eyed as he crosses the room, setting down the plate beside your mouse pad. "Grilled cheese with pickles."

You shift and tilt your head, "Jake? Honey?"

"Honey," he repeats dreamily and fidgets with his glasses. His cheeks tinge.

"What is going on?" You lean forward.

He snorts and twiddles his fingers. "You're my wife."

You squint and bare your teeth. "Did you get into the gin again?"

"No," he chuckles. "I was just thinking. I have a wife."

You can't help but smile, "you do. And she's very grateful for her lunch." You slide the plate closer. "Dill?"

"No more spicy ones. It's on the list." He assures you.

"No worries. Dill is good," you take half and watch the cheese ooze. "You used the fancy stuff."

"For my wife!" He proclaims. You shake your head.

"Jake," you chide.

"You're my wife." He takes out his phone and aims the lens at you, just as you take a bite. You put your hand up as you try to block the lens. "I gotta show everyone!"

"Jake!" You nearly choke. People know. He was the one who posted the wedding pics on Insta.

"My sexy wife," he says as he types with his thumbs.

"I'm going to--" you drop the sandwich and stand up. You swallow as you come around the desk. "Delete it."

"But you look so pretty."

"Jake."

"I just want to show you off," he holds the phone out of your reach. You slap his chest but he doesn't relent.

"Oh my god. Get rid of it," you growl.

"But--"

"Captain Jensen, you delete that picture or you sleep on the couch," you deepen your voice.

His lashes flick and he deflates. His eyes fill with fear and he offers you the phone. You take it and quickly hit the bin icon to get rid of the post.

"Good boy," you give it back.

He gurgles, "yes, my dear wife... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," you say as you stride back to your chair. "Get me something to wash this down with... will you, honey?"

You blow him a kiss and he pretends to catch it. He gives a nervous laugh.

"Yes, honey."

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous Masterlist

Introduction | Meeting 2 | 3

Fool's Game ~ Loki ~ 1 ~ 2

Countermeasure ~ Jake Jensen ~ 1 | 2

Shutter ~ Peter Parker ~ 1 | 2 | 3

Taking Root ~ Bucky Barnes ~ 1 | 2

Give and Take ~ Steve Rogers ~ 1 | 2

Fantasy ~ Curtis Everett ~ 1 | 2

Sparkle in my Eye ~ Captain Syverson ~ 1 | 2

Adore You ~ Thor ~ 1 ~ 2

Home Grown ~ Cole Turner ~ 1 ~ 2

Little Miss Sunshine ~ Nick Fowler ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3

Straight to the Point ~ Ransom Drysdale ~ 1

[holylulusworld]

Jake Jensen drabbles/one-shots

Masterlist for all Jake Jensen stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut 

Ladybug 💦💕

Christmas games

TBA

Find all other stories with Steve/Chris here: CEvans Masterlist

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