#darkvixxen

First off…Tamsy would SO kidnap you, I mean…cmon…can’t break a perfect little doll and NOT kidnap them!

But I’m specifically thinking about dark!tamsy with a slightly more…Naive!reader, a reader who doesn’t know how not to trust👀 (if this isn’t your thing anon i’m sorry🙏)

Tamsy really didn’t think he’d be the type of guy to take advantage of a girl, sure he knew how easy it could be. A dark alley way, his vital instrument in use, it would be so easy. But he never really thought about it, until he met you.

Oh so innocent you, you trusted blindly. Never once second questioning someone’s motives. He truly didn’t think about it until he had to save you.

You had wondered away, naively helping a man who was more than half your size. You had followed him into a secluded area, which is where the bastard decided it was time to strike. Had Tamsy not followed you two, feeling the need to keep a close eye on you who knows what could’ve happened!

Tamsy grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the area, once you two were away and in a more populated area, he laid into you.

“You need to stop blindly trusting people!” He shouted, “I know you just have good intentions, but not everyone does! Do you have any idea what he could’ve done to you had I not been here!” Tamsy was pissed, but he couldn’t quite place why, was it at the guy? The thought of you being raped?

Then it struck him.

“By that logic I shouldn’t even trust you Tamsy! I shouldn’t trust anyone in the cleaners because what if they don’t have the right intentions!” You argued. That. Thats what broke him. That was what made the thought of raping you truly crossed his mind. The sounds of your screams echo, the idea of tears running down your pretty little face.

He dropped your wrist, trying to silence the onslaught of despicable and depraved thoughts of his.

“You’re right…you really shouldn’t trust me.” Tamsy said, quietly, his eyes exploring your body carefully.

“What?” You asked, slightly stunned at his reply. Tamsy swallowed, calculating his decision

“Nothing…nothing. Head back to HQ, I’m sure the others are worried.” He told you, still processing the idea he could be the same as the type of man who lures naive girls into dark alleys.

But you somehow knew how to push his buttons just right.

Since then, you’d been extra trusting in the cleaners, he had even seen you follow Enjin into his bedroom.

But the way you acted with Tamsy was the worst, you’d been inviting him to hangout in your room in the later hours, almost trying to prove to him that he could be trusted, that you knew he wouldn’t do anything.

Oh, if only you could see into his mind.

The next time you invited Tamsy into your room, things took a turn.

It had been about an hour of sitting on your bed and just talking when tamsy decided to enact his “lesson”. The lesson of trusting people too quickly.

“Hey, you know how I lectured you the other day?” He asked, broaching the topic slowly. “I wanted too apologize”

You looked at him, a certain sparkle in your eye that he had thought about crushing oh so often, and tonight was the night. “Why? I had already kinda forgotten about it!” You asked, giggling at the idea he’d want to apologize.

“Because…You really shouldn’t have decided to trust me.”

Before you could blink Tamsy was ontop of you, forcing your hands above your head. Your fighting seemed like just squirming to him. It was so pathetic.

And exactly how he’d imagined it.

“Tams-! What are you-!” You squeak, trying to gain some semblance of control from the man above you.

“You invite me here, your own personal quarters and you expect me to fucking behave? Darling you’ve been dangling yourself in front of me, tempting me to just fucking try it.”

“What? I’ve just been friendly!- ohmygod!” Tamsy forced his knee in between your legs, putting pressure on your core, rubbing against your clit.

“Too friendly, now I’m going to show you the consequences of being too friendly.” He smiled, it was the most sinister look to come from him that you had ever seen.

“And I’m going to revel in your tears.”

~~~~~~~~~

Stepdad aaron hotchner who roofies his stepdaughter to stop her from going out

Aaron fucking hates it when you go out, absolutely despises it, you wearing those short ass dresses, heels, nothing to protect yourself.

He tells himself he’s doing this to protect you, as he puts the small tablet into the drink he made you. He knows you, he knows you like to have at least one before you go out, to loosen yourself up a bit.

The FBI agent in him is screaming at him for doing this, it is illegal, you could press charges and he could lose his job as a result, but he knew you wouldn’t. The desire to protect you always overtook the rational side of his brain. And he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. Especially when he tiptoes into your room at night to use your body, and you let him.

When you come down the stairs you smile at seeing Aaron, he’s taken to making your pre-nightly drinks, at first you thought he’d done something to it but after a month you’ve came to enjoy the sentiment. Especially since you knew his opinions of you going out.

“Evening, Aaron.” You say to him, smiling as you lean over the kitchen island, facing him.

“Evening, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, finishing up the drink he’s making you, he looks at the glass to make sure the pill had dissolved completely before sliding it to you.

“What have you made for me tonight?” You ask him, taking a small sip of the drink, Aaron watches you intently before responding.

“Oh just something I thought up, it has a pink lemonade vodka I thought you’d like.” His eyes follow your mouth as you take another drink of it.

“I do like it! Its pretty sweet for vodka too.” Aaron just nods.

“What’re your plans for tonight? Anywhere special.” He eyes the sparkly red dress you have on, a drastic change from your simple black dress. You shake your head ‘no’,

“Just wanted to spice things up a bit…” you tell him, and he hums, he’s stalling, it’s been about three minutes since you took your first drink, the drug takes effect in five, at least thats what he was told.

You knock back the rest of the drink, thanking him for it before you push off the island. Almost immediately you stumble, bracing yourself on the island again.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Aaron rushes over to you with feigned worry, checking to make sure your alright.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay just…dizzy…I typically don’t get tipsy this fast…” in another second your collapsing, Aaron catches you before you hit the ground. Bracing you with his arm before picking you up bridal style.

“I don’t think you should leave the house tonight, your certainly not in the state for it.”

You nod, your whole body felt heavy, you assumed that maybe you were sick and just hadn’t realized it yet.

“Lets get you to bed baby.” Aarons voice becomes muffled as you slowly loose consciousness, slowly nodding and cuddling into your stepfathers chest.

Noticing your unconscious Aaron smiles wickedly, realizing he was successfully able to drug you and you didn’t question a thing. He placed you gently in your bed he realized that he could do anything to you in this state, and you wouldn’t know, let alone feel it.

they just can't help it!! seeing you all scared, tears welling up in your eyes asking them to stay over and protect you!!!! you cant understand why you keep waking up all wet n horny while they sleep right next to you!!!

its gotten to the point you'll subconsciously seek them out, rut your pussy against either of their legs and their NOT supposed to play with you?? your literally asking for it!! and wearing the skimpy pjs???