Let me explain, the other day I was participating in the THIRST HOURS over @whistlingwillows ‘s blog (check them out guys, their writing is awesome) and one of the anon came up with the idea of dark!Jake. After a few asks I decided to write something about it. PLEASE READ THE WARNING CAREFULLY.
English is not my first language so please let me know if there are any mistakes or awkward sentences.
!!! Warning:
- Reader is messed up (manipulative, feigned kindness)
- Jake is messed up (possessive, predatory behaviors)
This started as a kinky thing and now it gets really dark!
!!! Tag: #nsfk - Not Safe For Kids. Please filter this tag if you feel uncomfortable.
Pairing: dark!Jake x nefarious!reader
Summary: Jake saw reader on the train and couldn’t get her out of his mind, they met again during a charity event and everything spiralled into a mess of them trying to out-creep each other.
Disclaimer: None of this is related to real people or events.
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You tried to yank your hand from Jake's strong grip, your other hand clawed at his fingers, attempting to pry them open. He didn't seem to appreciate you trying to run away from him. You knew his eyes were locked onto your face, not letting a single expression escape. He knew your tricks, your cues and the way you would present yourself as something that catered to his needs. He had always been like that, so meticulously observant. But so were you.
"Isn't this how you want me to be, Y/N?"
You ignore him, and immediately you could feel the fingers around your wrist grew even tighter. Out of your peripheral vision, you could make out the outline of his heaving chest and the tensed corner of his lips, as if he was ready to crush your bones. He certainly would love to had he lacked inhibitions.
You thought to yourself as you fixed your eyes on his pale knuckles. Maybe you could put up a show for him like usual? How about wearing the mask of a quiet and timid elementary teacher from a small town, who fell in love with a man of much higher social status, who was so helpless she couldn't even muster enough courage to reject his advances? Getting him all riled up with his little power fantasy, that had worked for you every single time.
Well, almost every single time. Now, you couldn't even bother.
"Jake. You're hurting me."
You spoke in a stoic tone. It wasn't a demand for him to let go of your hand. You were merely stating a fact. You lifted your head to meet his burning gaze. His icy blue eyes were edged into you, as though he would want nothing more than to tear the skin off your face, to see what manner of monsters he would find underneath.
But he finally loosened his grip, and there was something akin to realization in his eyes. You watched him closely as he turned his holding hand over and stared at the angry marks on your wrist. At that moment, his eyes became softer. He brought your wrist up to his lips and laid a painfully gentle kiss on the bruises, his cheek nudged against the palm of your hand. You could hear his breath hitched when he muttered into your skin.
"Did it hurt? I'm sorry."
So. Fucking. Easy.
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The first time you met, no, saw him, was during the time you first came to this city for a charity event held by multiple schools, including yours. You and several other faculty members were picked to accompany the children. Honestly, you didn't like these kinds of events that much, too many people, too many social interactions... with grown-ups, who are so, so much more complicated than children.
For the record, you also didn't like children. But kids are easier to handle. Their minds are, for the most part, straight forward. They don't hide their intention. They don't pretend they like you when they actually don't. They don't over-calculate every facets of their life. They don't weight the benefits of the social interactions they have with other children. They are manageable. That’s why you became a teacher.
An outstanding teacher, they called you.
A place in the middle of nowhere like your hometown, all you need to do to become an 'outstanding' teacher is to keep the class relatively non-disruptive, and to make sure few to none of your students get below-average scores. That was enough for the school board. And you were good at that.
Ms.Y/L/N is really nice and sweet. Ms.Y/L/N doesn't force me speak in front of the class. Ms.Y/L/N doesn't give us too much homework. That was enough for the children. And you were also good at that.
But she was a little of a pushover, isn't she. They said. Always so emotionally dependent on her boyfriend. Something like that.
Your life was easy, and uneventful to put it lightly.
"I'm sorry, can we work this out somehow?"
You sat on the train, trying to keep your voice down as the other passengers were minding their own business.
So, your boyfriend said he wanted to 'take a break', and you were dead sure he meant it. To be honest, you would agree with him instantly if you weren't trying to keep your pushover image. You didn't even remember half the things you two said to each other. All you could recall was that you sounded like you were on the verge of crying and he kept apologizing none stop, saying it wouldn't work out between them. Poor guy. He seemed to feel really bad for breaking up with you, the ever-loving woman.
You finally ended your call and sighed in relief. That was when you felt someone looking at you. You looked up and there he was, standing right there on the opposite side of subway car. Your eyes met and your stomach twisted a little bit. His eyes were intense. The man realized you were looking and immediately averted his gaze. He appeared to be slightly flustered for having stared at a stranger.
What was his name again? Ah-
You looked away after registering his face in your head. Sometimes it’s an actor, other times it’s a talk show host. It wasn't strange to spot a familiar face around this part of the city so you didn't think about it too much. And that was that for the interaction between you and him.
You went back to the rented condo for faculty members. You flopped on the bed but you couldn't sleep. Your brain is filled with the blue eyes of the man on the train. Sure he was very attractive, but it wasn't because of that, not entirely at least. There was something about the way he looked at you that sent chills down your spine. It scares you. It excites you.
Oh, forget it.
You thought to yourself and pulled the blanket over your chest. You had to wake up early tomorrow for the charity event and you needed enough sleep to make sure none of your kids would smear paint onto whatever unlucky celebrities were invited to be there. Outstanding teacher, remember? You have a reputation to keep.
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Something was on Jake’s mind this entire afternoon, and he couldn’t seem to shake it off.
There was this woman he saw on the subway. Her boyfriend was breaking up with her it appeared. Jake pinched the crease between his brows. He really didn't mean to stare at her. But God, the way her voice sounded. It was soft and timid, she was practically begging the other person to give her another chance. She seemed to be devastated enough, though there was something that didn't seem to add up. But he couldn't care about it that much.
Her voice plagued his mind. What would it be like if he was the one on the other end of that conversation? To have her so dependent on him?
Jake exhaled sharply. He didn't enjoy the thought of his own feelings being influenced by another person like this. Not one bit.
It was only a stranger. He told himself. A face among thousands of faces he saw everyday. He was probably too pent up with the recent schedule. He just needed some forms of release and tomorrow she would be gone from his head.
