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Warnings: this fic contains suggestions of blackmail and coercion, as well as adultery. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only, explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
You voted, I wrote it. This is June 11th’s fic!
Jake Jensen + "Don't look away."
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“What about Overcooked? I can play that…” You suggest as you adjust your headphones.
You can hear shuffling on the other end. You roll your chair closer to the desk and grab your controller. There’s a long breath on the other side.
“I’m a bit cooked out.” Jake says at last.
“Wanna visit my island? I rebuilt the tea shop.” You offer.
He clucks.
“Okay…maybe I can try one of your gun games. I’m warning you, I’m not very good.”
Jake hums. He’s uncharacteristically quiet today. And when he does speak, he sounds upset.
“Hey, uh, is everything okay?” You ask.
More shifting and scratching on his mic. You push the buttons mindlessly on your controller. Is he mad at you?
“Sorry I couldn’t make the weekend. My other friends wanted to go to the cafe bookshop.” You say.
“It’s not… that.” He forces out tightly. “Can we talk?”
“Sure. I’m listening.”
“No, I mean… can I call?”
You squirm. What’s going on?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask.
“Yeah, I just… I want to show you something.”
“Erm, right. Okay. Let me just get my phone.” You say.
He ends the session as the headphones click. You remove the headset and put it aside. You grab your phone and it chimes. You nearly drop it. A video call? Okay…
You answer and prop your phone against the bottom of your monitor. You sit back so your face is fully in frame. Jake’s glasses reflect the glare of his computer screen. You’ve seen his pic in his gaming icon but he looks different. His hair isn’t all spike, his goatee is surrounded by stubble, and his shoulders are exposed as he wears only a muscle shirt that hangs low to show the top of his hair chest.
“Um… how are you?” You ask awkwardly.
“Is that a new lip gloss?” He asks.
You rub your lips together at the bubblegum glisten. “How… yes?”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m… easily distracted.” His voice eases as he grins. “Especially by cute girls.”
You swallow, confused. “Jake, what’s up?”
He sighs and stares at you. He adjusts his glasses and his jaw squares. He pushes his shoulders wide. His eyes flick between the camera and his screen.
“What did you want to show me?” You ask, nerves quavering in your voice.
“Right, right…” He claps his hands. “Let me just share my screen.”
You tap your fingers together as you lean in and wait. He disappears and a new image appears on the screen. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you’re seeing. It’s… you?
Not really. Because you’ve never taken any pictures like that. You would never. You shudder and cover your face entirely.
“Jake!” You shrill.
“Don’t look away.” His voice drops.
A chill scatters over you and you part your fingers, looking through them at the edited image. It looks so real. The pose is so lewd that your face burns.
“Why– Jake, please, stop. I don’t want to– Why would you do that?” You squeal.
“Amazing what you can do these days, huh?”
“Stop,” you beg.
“Convincing…”
“Please. It’s not really me.”
“Uh huh. It’s not, but who would know the difference.”
“What do you mean?” You squeak.
“Do you think you can be a law clerk and a porn star?” He asks.
The breath rushes out of you and you drag your hands down to your throat. You bat your eyes at the screen and gulp. “Please, I don’t want to see it anymore.”
“I can even make it a video. Wanna see?”
“Jake–”
He taps a key and the picture disappears. He’s in frame again. Smirking.
“That’s why. That face. You saying my name like that.” He pauses and likes his lips. “I’m done playing games.”
“Jake, why?”
He scoffs. “Because you’re just like every other one. Teasing me. Stringing me along. I’m not doing it anymore.”
You pout. “No, we’re friends. I never–”
“Shhh,” he puts a finger up. “Sweetheart, we’re not bargaining. This isn’t a dialogue.” He leans forward as he crosses his arms on his desk. “I’m going to give you your first assignment and you’re going to deliver. You have until midnight.”
You shake and hug yourself, rubbing your arms as your eyes prick with hot tears.
“I thought you wanted to be my friend–”
“I want to be more. Isn’t that better?” He slithers. You stare. “So, your first assignment is to give me a picture just like the one I showed you. And it has to be real.” He tilts his head. “And trust me, I’ll know if it’s not.”
“I… I can’t do that.”
“You can. Or you know what I can do?” He bites his lip and snickers. “Send your boss a copy of your extensive resume. Head to toe.”
Agreed and agreed. I think either of them being tongue tied or a bit dumb BC their simply delusion would be so fun hahah. Ransom seeking validation from someone would be so ooc and Andy not being bossy would also be a trip.
Warnings: this fic contains suggestions of blackmail and coercion, as well as adultery. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only, explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
You voted, I wrote it. This is June 11th’s fic!
Jake Jensen + "Don't look away."
I welcome and appreciate all feedback. This means replies, reblogs, and asks. I do prefer if you can reblog and share my work along with your thoughts. <3
“What about Overcooked? I can play that…” You suggest as you adjust your headphones.
You can hear shuffling on the other end. You roll your chair closer to the desk and grab your controller. There’s a long breath on the other side.
“I’m a bit cooked out.” Jake says at last.
“Wanna visit my island? I rebuilt the tea shop.” You offer.
He clucks.
“Okay…maybe I can try one of your gun games. I’m warning you, I’m not very good.”
Jake hums. He’s uncharacteristically quiet today. And when he does speak, he sounds upset.
“Hey, uh, is everything okay?” You ask.
More shifting and scratching on his mic. You push the buttons mindlessly on your controller. Is he mad at you?
“Sorry I couldn’t make the weekend. My other friends wanted to go to the cafe bookshop.” You say.
“It’s not… that.” He forces out tightly. “Can we talk?”
“Sure. I’m listening.”
“No, I mean… can I call?”
You squirm. What’s going on?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask.
“Yeah, I just… I want to show you something.”
“Erm, right. Okay. Let me just get my phone.” You say.
He ends the session as the headphones click. You remove the headset and put it aside. You grab your phone and it chimes. You nearly drop it. A video call? Okay…
You answer and prop your phone against the bottom of your monitor. You sit back so your face is fully in frame. Jake’s glasses reflect the glare of his computer screen. You’ve seen his pic in his gaming icon but he looks different. His hair isn’t all spike, his goatee is surrounded by stubble, and his shoulders are exposed as he wears only a muscle shirt that hangs low to show the top of his hair chest.
“Um… how are you?” You ask awkwardly.
“Is that a new lip gloss?” He asks.
You rub your lips together at the bubblegum glisten. “How… yes?”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m… easily distracted.” His voice eases as he grins. “Especially by cute girls.”
You swallow, confused. “Jake, what’s up?”
He sighs and stares at you. He adjusts his glasses and his jaw squares. He pushes his shoulders wide. His eyes flick between the camera and his screen.
“What did you want to show me?” You ask, nerves quavering in your voice.
“Right, right…” He claps his hands. “Let me just share my screen.”
You tap your fingers together as you lean in and wait. He disappears and a new image appears on the screen. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you’re seeing. It’s… you?
Not really. Because you’ve never taken any pictures like that. You would never. You shudder and cover your face entirely.
“Jake!” You shrill.
“Don’t look away.” His voice drops.
A chill scatters over you and you part your fingers, looking through them at the edited image. It looks so real. The pose is so lewd that your face burns.
“Why– Jake, please, stop. I don’t want to– Why would you do that?” You squeal.
“Amazing what you can do these days, huh?”
“Stop,” you beg.
“Convincing…”
“Please. It’s not really me.”
“Uh huh. It’s not, but who would know the difference.”
“What do you mean?” You squeak.
“Do you think you can be a law clerk and a porn star?” He asks.
The breath rushes out of you and you drag your hands down to your throat. You bat your eyes at the screen and gulp. “Please, I don’t want to see it anymore.”
“I can even make it a video. Wanna see?”
“Jake–”
He taps a key and the picture disappears. He’s in frame again. Smirking.
“That’s why. That face. You saying my name like that.” He pauses and likes his lips. “I’m done playing games.”
“Jake, why?”
He scoffs. “Because you’re just like every other one. Teasing me. Stringing me along. I’m not doing it anymore.”
You pout. “No, we’re friends. I never–”
“Shhh,” he puts a finger up. “Sweetheart, we’re not bargaining. This isn’t a dialogue.” He leans forward as he crosses his arms on his desk. “I’m going to give you your first assignment and you’re going to deliver. You have until midnight.”
You shake and hug yourself, rubbing your arms as your eyes prick with hot tears.
“I thought you wanted to be my friend–”
“I want to be more. Isn’t that better?” He slithers. You stare. “So, your first assignment is to give me a picture just like the one I showed you. And it has to be real.” He tilts his head. “And trust me, I’ll know if it’s not.”
“I… I can’t do that.”
“You can. Or you know what I can do?” He bites his lip and snickers. “Send your boss a copy of your extensive resume. Head to toe.”
is our girl in director's cut oblivious to nick's attraction towards her? he does keep calling her sweetheart and petting her arm
I think she's not used to people being that forward or that much attention. It could be a self defense reflex to ignore those things too. She's gotten several warnings about Nick so far and while she shouldn't have gone on this trip she can't really say no either if she wants to keep her life in LA. It's almost a sunk cost fallacy at this point.
But yeah she picks up on this things but convinces herself it's nothing. (Been there, done that, learned not to ignore red flags)
Brock,Rafe or August because you would not expect it
Brock and Auggy I can see a lot easier than Rafe. Rafe is just such a prick and yet the concept is fun bc you know he'd be the type to be crying and begging on his knees.
I mean, reader doesnt even know what she is there for 😭 what is she doing, free vacations. nick, you weirdo
He is weirdddddd. Like he has no problem being a jackass and demanding stuff but with reader he can't just spit it out and he's making things weird lollll. I know he's obsessed and well down the delulu hole rn.
Ohh Off The Tracks update?! Yes, please. Need to see Bucky being all good host to reader and then throwing a 'think of it as your own house' (which it will be in a few weeks, if everything goes well (aka wrong)).
He's gonna make sure she has no where to go but with him...
Prompt: June 11th - Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”
Character: Lloyd Hansen
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"Come on, talk to me." The man leans on the bar as you stare straight ahead, counting the colourful bottles of liquor.
You squirm and look around. There's others watching you. The ones he came with. The same ones he was laughing with as he peeked over at you sitting alone.
"Tell you a story, how about that? Gotta break the ice," his fingers move with his words, coming close to your hand. You pull your hands into your lap. "I knew a girl like you when I was younger. Pretty but shy. Always wanted to talk to her but she was just so scared."
You bite the tip of your tongue and swallow. Where's Rita? She said she'd be here.
"It's just too bad because I wonder where she ended up. Probably with a bunch of cats and still a virgin." He scoffs.
You frown and look at the door. You knew this was a mistake. You offered to meet her at her place but she had to go see Will first. Always him.
"Who needs a cat when you got a man who knows how to treat the kitty, right?"
You gasp and look at him. You shake your head. "Why are you bugging me?"
"Got you." He cackles and smooths his mustache with his thick fingers, his tongue poking out lewdly. He offers his hand and winks. "Name's Lloyd and I saw my name on that ass."
