That's Not- Nevermind

CHRIS MOTHERFUCKING TURPIN IS SO FINE YALL DONT GET ITTTT

god I wish I was a harmonica

Oh my god I need him

Happy Thursday! Today we start getting a bit more from our other characters, and it’s a treat! Hope you enjoy

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash Jake Kiszka X Fem OC

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY! We’re back ladies and gents, themes of jealousy, manipulation, intrusive thoughts, smoking, smut including: m/f sex, oral m&f receiving, consensual chocking, blood drinking, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.6k

“Sam! Wait!” Danny caught the door before it could even swing shut and took off after him, no one in the party even looking up from where they were either drinking or dancing. Except maybe for Terry who was still waiting on the ice, but even he was two steps away from forgetting as his wife pulled him up and started swaying her bedazzled hips.

He could go after them, but something about the looks Sam had given him the past few days led Jake to believe his face was the last thing Sam wanted to see right now. Besides, there was something else far more interesting left waiting inside.

Quietly, Jake pushed the back door open and slipped inside, intentionally stepping around the now broken beer bottle on the floor. Once he eased his way around the corner she came into sight. Diane was sitting on the edge of the bar. How she’d gotten up there when the counters sat high compared to her short petite stature was beyond him, but he certainly didn’t underestimate her determination.

Thinking she was alone now she had a hand down the front of shirt, adjusting the way her breasts sat atop her push-up bra. Just when she was about to grab the edge of the countertop and jump down onto her flashy and probably overpriced boots her eye caught something shifting in the dark.

“Back the fuck off Billy or I’ll mace your ass again!”

She yelled like nothing scared her, but she was already reaching into her boot for said spray.

“Do I look like Billy?” Jake questioned, stepping out into the light that seeped through the windows so she could get a better look at him.

With her eyes squinted, Diane tucked the spray back into her boot and sat up straighter. “Jake?”

“Indeed it is darling” a cattish grin spread across his lips, but he kept them tightly closed as he approached her. “Why aren’t you enjoying the party with everyone else?”

“Oh,” she returned the smile, the light shade of pink gloss on her lips looking freshly applied. “I was just talking to Danny but he had somewhere else to go”. Jake was only a couple of feet away from her now, and her eyes scanned up and down his body before she lifted a suggestive brow. “I’m glad you’re here now, but why aren’t you at the party?”

“I heard a little commotion earlier” he replied truthfully, Jake was always one to tell the truth after all. “I came to check and make sure everyone was alright… are you? Alright?”

Diane faked a sigh of frustration, tossing her long jet black hair, specifically curled in loose waves for this party, over her shoulder and leaned closer in a way that made her chest puff out and her breasts press together. “Not really, I don’t want to be alone. You wouldn’t let me be alone tonight Jake, would you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Jake grinned again as he finally came to stand before her. He reached forward, trailing his fingers against her neck and she opened her legs to allow him closer. “Why do you try so hard?”

“Hmm?” She had let her eyes close as Jake leaned forward to press kisses against the skin of her throat. It didn’t even occur to her that despite the evocative way he was touching her, Jake wasn’t at all interested.

After a few more teasing kisses Jake pulled back, waiting until her eyes fluttered open again to see why he’d stopped to continue to speak lowly. “Don’t you get it? Or are you really just that stupid?”

Her eyes widened and he felt her tense in his grasp, one hand still against the side of her neck and the other having grabbed her hip to keep her from moving. “Danny doesn’t want you like that. He never has, and he never will. So stop getting in the way. All you ever were to him was a warm drink, and that’s all you’ll be for me”.

“Dri-?” Before her mouth could even finish forming the question, Jake turned her head aside and closed his jaw around the thick ropy vein in her neck. Her scream was cut off by a choke as she fought for air against his hold.

Jake could feel her heart rate rising, fluttering faster and faster until it seemingly reached its peak and she went limp. He then let go, knowing she’d be too weak and disoriented to try and run now. At least that’s how they’d all been every time Danny was there, watching, carefully making sure Jake didn’t hurt anyone.

Danny wasn’t here though, and Jake was watching with hunger still laced in his eyes as she reached up and winced when touching her neck.

“Did you really… bite me?”

I did! Jake was shouting inside his head while his exterior remained stoic and focused. I did it! She’s fine, and Danny wasn’t even here to stop me! Fuck… Danny isn’t here. What do I do now?

During all the ‘practice’ Jake and Josh did with Danny, he had always taken over at the end making sure to wipe their memories of what had happened. Jake hadn’t gotten that far yet.

Ok, don’t panic, if you panic she will start panicking.

Diane flinched when Jake grabbed her shoulders, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Hey, stay right here. I’m going to go get some help”.

She stared up at him, her eyes still round as the tray she carted over her shoulder when waitressing.

“You hear me? Stay put”.

Going on nothing more than a hope and a prayer Jake disappeared. Off to find Danny before things inevitably got very, very messy.

“Sam! Have you seen Danny?” Jake asked with a slightly worried look on his dumb, stupid face.

“No”. Sam lied. Of course he’s looking for Danny, who else would he be spending all of his free time with?

“Cut the shit Sam” Jake snapped. It was uncommon for him to not remain composed in most situations so that got Sam’s attention quick. “Listen, I know something’s up with you two” he exhaled slowly, centering himself again before he went off and said something that would seriously piss Sam off - like how Danny had confided in him just a bit about the breakup. “I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge how serious Jake was. Serious, by the looks of it.

“Now, will you tell me where Danny went?”

Thank the heavens Diane was just where he’d left her when Jake came back. Danny gave him a sideways look, she was also in the exact same spot he’d seen her last.

“I know, not my finest moment, but you’re still going to help me right?”

“I’m not going to do anything” Danny replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You are”.

Jake opened his mouth to counter, but before he could speak Danny already had him turned around and was walking him over to Diane. “Focus” Danny leaned down to mutter into his ear. “Look her in the eye and feel it”.

I feel… something. Jake thought to himself, but he was unsure if it was the feeling Danny was referring to or the adrenaline he was still riding from feeding. Coming to stand in front of her again Diane locked sights with Jake, her frightened eyes growing droopy.

“What now?” Jake asked, taking his time with each word in an attempt to prevent himself from slipping up.

“Now,” Danny let Jake’s shoulders go and took a step back, watching over them to make sure he was actually doing it right. “Tell her what you need to. Influence her”.

“Diane” Jake began, and she nodded her head to show she understood he was speaking to her now. “I want you to forget what I said to you earlier. Forget everything I said. In fact, forget you even saw me in here at all. When I leave you’re going to get your things and find someone sober enough to drive you home”.

Diane nod her head again, not even blinking once since Jake wasn’t blinking either.

“Did it work?” Jake whispered over his shoulder, still holding eye contact.

“We should watch her for a few days, but yes it should have”.

Jake had seen Danny influence the strangers, or ‘volunteers’ as Danny kept trying to convince them to call the people they fed on, multiple times over the last two weeks. For some reason he always thought it was going to be harder to learn. “That’s it?”

“That’s it” Danny echoed with his hands on his hips. He wouldn’t say he was proud, but Jake doing so well was giving him a sense of relief that at least something he was doing was working.

“And Diane,” Jake quickly added, “you’re going to start being nicer to Sam too”.

Danny couldn’t help the smile that twitched on his lips. Normally he didn’t like messing with people’s free will too much, but she honestly could probably benefit from being a little less bitchy to her coworkers.

Once Danny was sure Jake had everything under control he took his leave. Even if he was excited Jake was able to feed safely on his own he still wanted to look after the twins for a bit longer. At least for tonight though he’d let them be, it was their party after all. They needed to enjoy it while they still felt their birthday was something to celebrate and not just another year spent walking the Earth in the dark.

Having lost sight of both Jake and Danny for a good while now Sam tried to not let his emotions get the best of him.

I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?

Why would Jake even say that? Sam nibbled on the corner of his thumb as he kept a dutiful eye on Josh. Sam had been most nervous about the party, so he’d already decided before it started that he was going to keep watch of the twins. Drinks had been offered to him by just about everyone here tonight, Sam having a reputation of letting loose and having a good time - no need to bring up that he was the only Kiszka in town with an arrest record.

Who knew what Jake was up to, and if it involved Danny then Sam definitely did not want to know. Josh on the other hand was doing surprisingly well. He almost seemed his normal self as Sam watched him smile from ear to ear and dance around like a weird uncle. He even had Sam chuckling from time to time when he butt in on Terry and his wife dancing, taking both of their hands and swinging his arms back and forth. When the song was over she leaned in and let Josh give her a peck on the cheek before he turned around and tried to kiss Terry next. Sam couldn’t stop his laugh when Terry promptly ran away.

What a lovable guy Josh was. No wonder it was hard for him to learn his new way of life. He’d figure it out for himself eventually though. If there was anything Sam knew about his brothers, it was that they were strong. They could get through this, together.

Fuck it the little voice in the back of Sam’s head, not the adult sounding one, shouted loud enough for him to finally pay attention. If Josh didn’t need a babysitter, then there was no reason for him to stay sober.

Remembering how anxious he had been when handling stuff at the bar for Josh, Sam crossed the gravel lot over to his usual parking spot and threw his car door open. With one knee pressed into the seat, half of his body still dangling outside the car, Sam reached over the center console and popped open the glove box.

There wasn’t much in there. Just an old CD case mostly filled with bootlegged music Jake had burned onto his own disks in high school, likely giving their family computer a virus even if he never owned up to it. Sam was so pissed when he couldn’t log into neopets to check on his stuff while it was being serviced.

In addition to a pack of tissues and a couple of lighters Sam found what he was looking for - a crumpled pack of cheap cigarettes. “Come to daddy” Sam grinned as he flipped the cover over, revealing not a crumbling torn up cigarette, but the one last joint he’d rolled the week before. Normally he’d share one with their busser during break to get the both of them through the end of the shift, but tonight this one was all his and he planned to sit in his car with the windows rolled up until he was sufficiently baked enough to go back to the party.

As he watched the glass fog over with each glowing puff, Sam realized Danny had never seen him high before. He was sure they’d talked about it once or twice - Danny did go to college in the seventies after all. He didn’t much care what Danny might think if they ran into each other again tonight, he needed this.

In fact the more Sam smoked the more he felt like maybe he should bump into Danny. The head rush always did make it easier for Sam to chit chat mindlessly instead of trying to over analyze every little thing someone was saying to him.

Maybe they could have a nice conversation, try to get on good terms again. It wasn’t like Sam wanted to push Danny away, even if he had initiated a break up. It was just easier to act like he wanted nothing to do with him rather than fight every overwhelming emotion he felt when Danny still looked at him like he’d pull every star from the sky and hang them again in whatever patterns Sam wanted him to.

Danny was everything Sam had been waiting for in a guy and he wanted to be with him, desperately, but now just wasn’t the right time.

Danny had disappeared again, but he didn’t worry himself with that as he stood on the back patio waiting for Diane to come out.

“Jesus Jake!” She jumped like she had seen a ghost when he stepped from out of the shadows. “What are you doing? The party is over there”. She pointed towards the roar of music and laughter coming from the front of the bar before tucking her hand into the front of her tiny jean shorts and pulled out her car keys.

“Where are you going?” Jake questioned, his pointed eyes flicking to her keys then back to her eyes curiously.

“Home” she sighed defeatedly like it hadn’t been her idea to call it a night.

Jake took a step closer, plucking the keys from her hand before she could even attempt to ask him what he was doing. “Need someone to get you there safe?” His eyes met hers again, a subtle offer lying deep in the dark orbs that shined mischievously with the glow of the newly fixed street light overhead.

Her glossy lips curled into a smile, taking his hint, and she nodded her head. They walked quickly to her car to avoid being caught by anyone and Jake held the passenger door open for her before slipping behind the wheel.

Diane’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar. That was one of the reasons she worked there, an easy commute, and because she got good tips that paid for all her makeup and flashy nails. She was a simple girl, not one Jake usually went for, but what did it matter now they were already here.

As soon as she unlocked the front door Jake caught her by the waist before she could step inside and pressed his lips into the curve of her neck. Her body responded by pressing her ass into his groin, tossing her head back with a soft moan as he sucked harder drawing blood to the surface to form a rosy bruise. He could almost taste her again, but he kept it under control as he slowly drug his lips to the shell of her ear. “Want to taste you” he muttered with a teasing nibble that made her giggle and moan again. “You’ll let me in so I can?”

“Hmm, I don’t know” she teased back, now full on grinding against him right there in the open where all her neighbors could see. He squeezed her hips once before pulling away to swat at her ass.

“Come on, be a good girl and invite me in”.

“Fuck” She moaned again, already growing wet enough to soak her panties through at the mere thought of what was about to happen. She had a few decent guys on rotation when she needed a little night in, but something about Jake showing interest in her for the first time ever got her blood pumping. “Yes Jake, come in, please”.

Not wasting another second Jake spun her around and connected his lips to hers, backing her inside and kicking the door shut behind them. Never having been inside Diane’s apartment did not stop Jake from finding the couch. He led her there with expertise, a small ‘hmph’ leaving her mouth in a huff when she fell back onto the cushions, pulling Jake down with her. Jake took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his fingers fighting with the tight fabric of her jean shorts until they were sliding down her smooth legs.

Keeping his eyes on hers, Jake trailed his kisses downwards at the same time as he lowered himself to his knees onto the carpet in front of the couch. He placed one more wet open mouthed kiss just above the waistline of her pink striped panties, god he could already smell her and it was making his mouth water. “Can I taste you now?” He politely asked, toying with the elastic in one hand and propping a leg up onto his shoulder with the other.

“Yes Jake” she breathlessly replied when he pressed another kiss to her center through the fabric and she bucked her hips up chasing the feeling when he pulled back to finally remove her panties and tossed them aside.

Jake resumed the same position and his tongue gently licked all the way from her entrance, gathering up a healthy mixture of slick and saliva, and landed on her clit. Diane’s hands found their way into his hair, scratching her thick acrylic nails against his scalp as he went to work, flicking his tongue until she was crying his name. With her sufficiently riled up he pressed two fingers inside slowly, feeling as more arousal came pooling out and her walls fluttered around him.

“You going to cum already?” He pulled his mouth away to smirk up at her, and plunged his fingers in harder.

Her chest was heaving, legs already slightly quivering. “You’re good at this” she whispered, like she hadn’t expected herself to be this close either.

“Well, you can have this one but then you don’t cum again until I tell you to”. Jake was bound and determined now to get her to fall apart on his fingers and he connected his mouth to her sweet bundle of nerves once more so he could taste it when she did. It wasn’t even minutes later until she was rocking her hips uncontrollably against his tongue and her orgasm came washing over, Jake licking it all up until she was done and tugging at his hair to pull him away.

Giving her a moment to float back down to Earth Jake stood, the bulge in his pants visible now. “I’m going to go clean up and when I come back you’ll be in bed waiting for me” he stated more than posed it as a question.

Diana nodded in understanding and Jake turned to find the bathroom. It was a small apartment so it didn’t take him long to find, the open door across the hall from what he assumed was her bedroom being his first stop. As soon as he was out of sight Jake gripped the counter and inhaled deeply.

Taking deep breaths didn’t work in easing him as they once did before. His body no longer needed oxygen, so pulling air into his lungs was futile as it came right back out without any relief. His head was still spinning.

He could still hear thumping in his ears, only it wasn’t his own heartbeat driving him insane. It was hers. The entire time he was between her legs all he could hear was the sound of blood rushing in her veins. His mouth watered again, but not because of what he’d done. Because he knew all he had to do was turn his head and sink his teeth into the meat of her thigh and the blood would come rushing out. Satisfying that insistent craving.

Jake never felt like he would lose control when he was practicing with Danny. Even earlier tonight at the bar when he went rogue for a moment, he was able to feed from her without going too far. For the first time Jake felt like if he’d allowed himself to slip up that he might not have been able to stop. The urge was nearly overwhelming. A primal need unlike any other he’d felt before, and it had taken all of his control to focus on finishing her off rather than really finishing her off.

In another attempt to pull himself together, Jake splashed some cool water on his face. He washed her from his lips, not needing the reminder of how close he had come to a fatal mistake and gripped the door knob hard enough it dented the metal.

“Jake? Are you alright?” Diane called out after him at the sound of the door opening. She was in her bedroom just as he had instructed. All of her clothes were removed, and she was waiting for him to join her again.

“Never better” Jake flashed her another tight lipped grin and pulled his shirt over his head, her lips pulling back into a smile at the sight of his bare chest. “Now come here”.

Diane shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed, making contact with her lips against Jake’s tummy as she undid the buckle of his belt and reached into his pants to palm at his erection.

“My turn”. She was all too eager to finish undoing his pants and as soon as he was free she swallowed him whole until his tip was nudging the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes” Jake moaned and reached one hand forward to gather up her long hair, still holding a soft wavy curl even after everything that had already happened tonight, into his fist. He thrust into her mouth and she squeezed his hip, silently letting him know it was okay to go harder. So he did, tightening his grip around her hair and pushing inside until she was gagging around his length.

He could stay like this all night, fucking her throat, and she’d probably let him but Jake wanted more. He was quickly realizing that sex after his transformation was somehow different. It was difficult to be so physically close with someone and not want to bite into their flesh. Well, he was always a bit of a biter but never to this extent. He knew he could do this though, he wouldn’t hurt her…

“Lay back” he commanded again, thrusting one more time into her mouth then pulling out with a string of spit still coating the head of his cock. He used that to pump himself a few times as she flipped back over onto her back and pulled herself onto the pillows.

Jake kicked his pants the rest of the way off and joined her on the bed, connecting their mouths again when they met. With his hips situated between her legs now, Jake ran his tip through her folds making Diane squirm underneath him until he finally pushed inside, steadily until he bottomed out.

He braced himself and a pace was set right off the bat. Not too fast, but also just quick enough that Diane was already moaning loud enough her neighbors were sure to hear through these thin walls. Jake didn’t mind it though, the noise was a good distraction from the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. Jake leaned back, changing his angle to hit her deeper and in the very spot that took her breath away with each skilled thrust of his hips.

One of her hands found his, and she guided it up her chest until his fingers were circling around her neck. Jake’s pupils blew wide. Was she really asking him to do what he thought she was? Diane nodded her head like she could hear his thoughts, and that only scared Jake even more considering his mind was torn between continuing to fuck her, and to tear into her throat without remorse.

He buried those thoughts deep, and closed his hand around her throat. Tight enough that her eyes went rolling back but he was still careful not to use too much strength. Jake had yet to explore the depth of his new capabilities, but something told him it wouldn’t be hard at all to crush her windpipe.

Diane had no idea what he was capable of. Not anymore at least since he’d influenced her to forget their previous encounter tonight. She wasn’t bothered by it though, in fact he could feel her clenching even tighter around him as she fought the urge to cum again. Who knew she would turn out to be so obedient?

Jake could feel her pulse beneath his fingers, but this time it didn’t bother him so much. His mind was too occupied with keeping his grip on her throat loose enough that he wasn’t doing any real harm. She might have some bruises tomorrow morning, but nothing anyone else wouldn’t be capable of leaving behind after a wild round or two in the sheets.

“Jaaake” she practically screamed his name as he fucked her harder into the mattress.

With his hand still wrapped around her neck Jake leaned forward and silenced her with another kiss. “That’s right, go ahead and give it to me now” he muttered against her whimpering mouth.

When Diane fell apart Jake’s pace never slowed. Her orgasm wrapped around the both of them all at once and suddenly he felt his teeth growing into sharpened points. Jake pressed his lips into a harsh line and looked away quickly, his long hair curtaining his face. Diane was too consumed by her pleasure to even notice anything was wrong until he was pulling out and finishing on her stomach with an animalistic groan.

“Fuck that was hot” Diane panted, slowly coming down from her high exhausted and out of breath. “Please tell me we're doing that again sometime”.

Jake had never thought about getting in bed with Diane before. He knew she was an attractive girl, just about all the single men in town knew that, but after all the bellyaching he heard Sam talk about her during their lunches he was never really keen on giving her the time of day.

Well Jake had all the time in the world now, so what was a few nights having a little fun? They were pretty physically compatible and Jake had just proved to himself that he was still capable of sex without losing control.

“No promises doll” he smiled slyly, his teeth having returned to normal after a few moments of concentration. He offered his hand to help her out of bed and they walked across the hall together to shower off before he bid her goodnight and went on his way.

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istg most people who hate on hannah are just jealous that they aren't with sam.. idc I love hannah I think shes so awesome

is this him admitting he's into edging

“Soft, mellow… sensual. I like a sexual edge”

are you new here or something?? hannah is a terrible person

I actually am fairly new!! But from what I have seen of Hannah, she is incredibly sweet. Also, her and Sam have been in a loving relationship for years, and I don't believe Sam would be with her if she was some terrible awful person. 🫶

“I’m a top” “I’m a bottom” okay? I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’m the archer

HE COULD NEVER BE JOSH

it might be time to start writing kraken danny perhappy perhappy

In The Woods Somewhere

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, being chasing, fear of the dark, fear kink, the wilderness, cursing, slight mentions of blood, mean and teasing Jake SMUT including: fingering, light choking, light overstimulation, kissing, biting.

Quick note: This one shot was inspired by Jake’s recent post of course, Hozier’s In The Woods Somewhere, and a certain scene from Lazarus… (for the full effect I’d recommend reading this after dark *wink*)

Summary: “Now, run.”

Word Count: 2.5k

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“What the fuck was that?” your voice trembles as you instinctively grab your boyfriend's arm.

He chuckles cooly.

Your eyes dart around the nothingness- the dark of the woods, unable to see even an inch in front of you. The moon is hidden by the thick canopy and not even a sliver of firelight can be seen. The only trace of it is the faintest smell of burning cedar, blowing past your nose with a wind that seems to whisper through the trees. Above all- the ripe smell of dirt. Like the earth is swallowing you whole.

The two of you walk along the trail, feet crunching over leaves, the occasional crackle of a broken twig. Besides the sound of the ground underfoot, and the rhythm of breaths, the world around you is silent. The kind of silence that begs to be heard. The kind that makes your ears perk up, ready to hear the faintest sound. Even the crickets seem to pause- expecting.

“Jake, I think there’s something out there,” you whine, squeezing his arm, pulling him into your side.

“Ow.”

“Sorry.”

You loosen your grip, still unable to ease the feeling of being watched. Your head turns to the left, searching the expanse of wilderness, expecting red eyes or the growl of a wild animal. 

“There’s nothing out there, Y/n,” Jake sighs, coaxing you to continue walking as you’ve stopped dead in your tracks. 

Straining your eyes ahead, you swear something moves. A flutter of light that flashes just for a moment. Your heart drops. The hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up.

“There!” Your finger points to the source of the light as you shield yourself behind him.

“I don’t see anything.” His head turns back to you, a smile evident in his tone. “Though good to know you’d let me die first.”

You roll your eyes. Jake takes another step forward, snapping a twig. The loud pop startles you, causing a yelp to exit your throat. You jump, nearly knocking him over.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you backwards to stumble into something. Your heart lurches, eyes widening. Your back hits the figure as you scream against the muted palm. No noise comes out.

“Shhh.” 

The hand releases its tight grip and you turn, getting a whiff of Jake’s familiar scent.

“If there was something out there, you’d lead it right to us, genius,” Jake teases.

“Jake, stop,” you spit out. 

“You wouldn’t want them to find you now, would you?”

Even in the darkness you can somehow see that smug smirk of his. You want to slap him. To wipe that stupid look right off his face. You place your hands on his chest, pushing hard. He stumbles back, laughing. You continue your walk up the trail. A few steps in you stop, waiting for him to follow- for the subtle crunch of leaves under his boots. You turn back. A silence- even quieter than before.

“Jake?” you ask the night. “Jake, come here,” you demand, words coming out tight with terror. “Where are you!?”

A sound cuts through the stillness. The quick rustle of leaves, just down the path. Your body freezes, your heart following suit, ears straining to hear even the faintest noise. Then again, a swift rattle. Closer.

“Jake,” your voice quivers, urgency slipping through clenched teeth.

The wind picks up. It seems to circle around you. With it comes the panic. It bubbles in your throat. You feel your blood race. You turn around quickly, searching every direction.

“When I fucking find you, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout under your breath, hoping he’s close enough to hear.

Just then, something grazes your hair. It’s so faint that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. You freeze, muscles tensing, equally waiting for the feeling again, and hoping it doesn’t come. You hold your breath.  

Out of nowhere something wraps around the back of your neck. It pulls you forward, right into something soft. Your lips fall onto Jake’s as you stumble into his chest. He kisses you deeply, other hand tracing over your cheek. His raised knee slots between your thighs. Your mouth slacks, dropping open as he grinds against your core. A shameless moan drifts into his mouth as he pulls his knee away. You’re about to protest when he grips your neck a little tighter, physically pulling your lips to rest right against his.

He whispers, voice teasing, dancing with arrogance, “Are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” you whisper back, trying to control your erratic breathing. ”Stop messing with me.” 

"Are you scared?" he drawls, the word stretched like a secret meant only for you, still barely audible. 

‘Stop it,” you warn again, unable to help the moan intertwined with your words.

Jake's laugh comes out sharp and cold. “Don’t be scared. I know these woods, remember? I grew up in these woods.”

With his firm hold on your neck, he spins you around until your back hits the trunk of a tree. A short gasp makes its way past your lips, eyes widening as his hand slides to the front of your neck. He applies a light pressure, testing the limits. His lips catch yours again.

“Or be scared,” he chokes out, breathlessly. “I know you like it. Just as much as me.”

His body presses flush against you. Something hard pokes your stomach. He groans into your mouth, like a depraved animal, unable to hold itself back.

His lips drift down. You feel the curve of a smile press into the side of your neck, just below his hand. His lips devour the skin. You feel a sharp pain as they nip at you, then the cold breeze traveling over the sheen of spit. 

He loosens his grip, whispering into your ear, “You think there's something out there, Y/n?”

A chill travels up your spine. Jake takes a step back, leaving your chest rising and falling heavily against the bark. You reach out to grab him, but you’re met only with air.

“Jake?”

You take a shaky step forward.

“Jake!?” You stumble, body spinning around, hands reaching out desperately.

A cold laugh bounces off the forest wall. It seems far away and close by all at once. You try to find the source of the noise, but it seems to circle around you, just like the wind. Your head turns in confusion.

“Jake you’re being mean. Where are you?”

All of a sudden, his body meets yours full force. He kisses you again, leaving no time to scold him. He walks you backwards while your lips search desperately for his. Your back hits a different tree, and this time your hands find his chest. They run along it, searching for some expanse of skin. Despite the cold michigan air, his infamous sliver of chest he refuses to tuck away, is exposed. Your hand runs along the smoothness. You whimper at the touch. Just then he grabs your wrist harshly, halting your movements.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” his voice drips with amusement.

“What?” you breathe. “Why?”

He chuckles again. “Come find me.”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re met with nothingness once again. His silent footsteps carry him away and you curse under your breath as a new feeling stirs low in your stomach. Something watches you, but it isn't any wild animal. Your eyes widen. Fearful exhilaration and adrenaline course through your veins. You walk blindly, heart thumping in your ears.

A twig snaps behind you. Your head whips to the noise. You decide to follow it, reaching your hands out. Your foot hits something hard, leaving your clumsy body falling forward. You catch yourself with your other foot. 

Jake seems to materialize, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. You cry out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His other hand touches your stomach, traveling down to your leggings. His middle and index fingers twitch, pushing themselves over your covered core. You rest your head against his chest, sighing at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh my god.”

Jake’s hand slides back up to the waist of your pants before delving into them. His hand reaches under your underwear until he’s sliding against your slick.

“You like being scared,” he states, teasing, fingers circling around the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear.

He laughs at you again.

“Please,” you whisper, unsure of what it is you’re asking.

“Say it,” Jake demands, his fingers beginning to press up into you. 

You sigh again. His teeth catch your bottom lip, biting down with a sudden sharpness. When they release, your tongue darts along the sting, tasting something metallic and wet. You attempt to push your body down onto his fingers. He holds them back.

“Say it,” he grits out, lips lazily brushing against yours, searching for the softness of your kiss. 

“I like it. I l-like being scared.”

“Good.”

His lips curl into a smile. You feel your own face warm and blush. Pride twitches in your chest. You want what he wants. Always.

“Now run.”

Jake pulls his fingers back. Your knees wobble. You moan the loss of him.

“What?”

“I said-” he pauses, voice dropping into a low, unsettling calm. “Run.”

You choke on the air, chest heaving, head spinning. He takes a step back. Your dry throat tries to swallow. Your legs tremble as one tries to move. You feel your heart racing. You take another slow, blind step backward.

“Faster, Y/n.”

He takes a step closer. If you could see his eyes you’d find a madness in them. You turn around, feeling the weight of his presence looming. You begin to jog.

“RUN!”

A small cry escapes you as your legs stretch out, the wind whipping in your ears, cold air biting your skin. You hear footsteps behind you.

The thrill wraps itself around you, suffocating, intoxicating. Your heart races deliciously. A laugh slips away from you, sharp and wild. 

The crunch of leaves behind you quickens. Each of his strides worth two of yours as he closes the short distance. You urge your legs to run faster, feet pounding the floor of the woods. Closer, closer.

You taste blood in your throat.

With one deep breath, you leap forward as far as you can, and in that same instant, something wraps around your waist, pulling you back, hard. The wind knocks out of you. You fall back into Jake.

He keeps you pressed against his back with his arm secured around your waist. He holds you there firmly as his opposite hand slides back between your thighs. Your breath catches as the rough pads of his fingers graze your swollen clit. 

He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers rub fast circles over you. Your knees weaken and a dreamy moan sighs out of you. Your head falls back into the crook of his neck and he slides his finger down your slit. The single digit gathers up your juices before sinking deep into you. You gasp, reaching out to hold some part of him. Your fingers find the forearm that coils around your waist. You grip him tightly as his finger slides out of you, two plunging their way back inside.

The strong muscles of his hand work as he curls his fingers, tucking up against your soft walls. Your voice trembles in your throat as his name drifts near silently off your tongue. He begins a steady rhythm, his thumb grazing your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

“Should I make you run again?” he laughs, his own voice shaking from exhaustion.

“No,” you whine desperately.

“I won’t. As long as you say my name. I wanna hear it,” he sighs breathlessly.

“Feels so good Jake. Please, make me cum.”

Jake moans against your ear. You can feel his arm flex against your stomach as he pulls it harshly upward, each pull pressing his curled fingers tighter against your g spot, his thumb rubbing faster over your bundle of nerves. 

“Keep talking angel,” he chokes out, sounding lost and out of breath.

“I-fucking-love-you-Jake. Just please… please, plea-” you’re cut off by a moan that launches out of your open throat.

Something snaps inside you. Your legs begin to shake. Your knees give out, letting Jake carry your weight as you gush all over his hand. He works you even faster now, thumb tracing circles while his fingers curl tighter. His whole arm moves up and down, breath loud in your ears.

“Come on,” he grunts. “Give it to me, Y/n. Come on.”

“Fuck, fuck-k,” you moan, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back.

Jake bites your neck before soothing the sting with a slow lap of his tongue. You moan helplessly, unable to move from the searing pleasure. His name falls from your lips again and again until it breaks, sounding like a cry for help. He slows his hand down, still letting his thumb graze your clit. You twitch and writhe, held under his spell.

“You’re so messy,” he smiles, voice sounding dreamy as he kisses your neck again. “So wet.”

He lets his fingers slide into you one more time, the wetness making a loud squelch. You blush, pulling his hand away with a final jerk of your stomach muscles. A giggle flows through you.

You gently push off of him, testing out your knees as they wobble unsurely. You manage to stand, turning to face him. Your hand traces his lips. You wish you could see them. 

“Are you still scared?”

He lets your fingers explore his skin.

“No.”

“Hmm. But you liked it,” he grins, leaving no room for question. His hand lightly brushes your arm. 

“Shut up Jake.”

“I love you, Y/n.” He laughs. “Come on,” his voice lilts, the hints of a smile evident in his tone.

The two of you start to walk, letting the serenity of the wilderness wash you over. Coincidentally, you find yourself less afraid as you look out into the darkness. Just then you hear something wet. A quiet sucking sound. Your head tilts in confusion.

“Are you…?”

Jake lets out an obnoxious giggle.

“Fucking freak!”

A few minutes later, you reach the campground. Jake washes his hand with leftover water from his water bottle, then climbs into the tent. You climb in after him, finding him sitting over your sleeping bag, busying himself with the zipper. A flashlight hanging from the ceiling illuminates his face. You allow yourself a moment to stare at the sharpness of his features, carved beautifully by the low light.

“That was fun Jake.”

He finds the sound of your voice. His brows scrunch up, but his lips stretch into a smile.

“What was fun?”

“What do you mean what was fun?”

“What… you had fun on your bathroom break?”

He bites back a smirk.

“Jake, stop! You were just-”

“Yeah I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been right here the whole time.”

His face cracks into a knowing smile.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, launching your body into the tent to tackle him. 

You fall right on top of him, erupting into a fit of giggles as he effortlessly pins you down. He attacks your face with a fit of kisses that you fail miserably to escape. After the both of you tire yourselves out, you rest into the curve of his body, lulling yourself into a peaceful sleep, void of any fears of the outside. 

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