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laylaswriting · 2 years

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Stakeout

MASTERLIST | Ao3 Title: Stakeout Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader Word count: 3.3k Warnings: smut, +18 minors DNI! 🔪 Tags: smut, rivals(?) to lovers (?), angry sex, hate (that I love you) sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, vag fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk Synopsis: You and Jake are assigned on a multiple day stakeout. None of you are thrilled about this decision, but it ends differently than either of you expected. A/N: I don't even know, I was so unsure about publishing this I'm still not sure I won't end up deleting this later haha. Very self indulgent and slightly ooc for Jake as he'd never risk sabotaging his job but oh well this is smut so it doesn't have to be logical I guess? I hope someone out there enjoys this!

„With all due respect Captain, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You said, sitting in the briefing room with the rest of the squad. You saw Boyle nod his head from the corner of your eye and you heard a groan from behind you. It was Jake.

“For once, I have to agree with (L/N). This is a terrible idea!” He agreed and put some unnecessary extra emphasis on the word “terrible.” You rolled your eyes.

“Detectives, let me remind you that this is a police precinct and not a high school classroom,” as usual Holt’s tone was calm and collected, and you heard Gina say an Ooh but it is! in the background as a reply to his high school comment. “You are expected to act as adults and follow my orders. You’ll begin the stakeout later today at the given location.” He closed his notes in front of him and nodded at the squad. “Dismissed.”

You shot a mean look at Jake, because surely this was all his fault, right? Putting you into this stupid scenario, causing you to feel embarrassed in front of everyone from the squad. You stood up from your chair and decided to be the bigger person, but unfortunately to you what you said came out rather petty than pleasant.

“I can’t wait to work with you.” You told him as he gave you a death stare before you walked out the briefing room.

You couldn’t really tell why but Jake annoyed the hell out of you. You worked at the precinct for so long that you couldn’t remember if it was always this way, but the way he always acted, always goofing around at seemingly inappropriate moments, the way he was seemingly so full of himself just was not it for you. And the rivalry of course. He always had to have the last word in everything.

And now you were assigned on a stakeout together to keep an eye on a drop site in the more run-down part of the neighborhood. You thought this might be the way Holt was trying to put you two in a “Get along T-shirt”. You weren’t so sure if it would work though.

When you arrived at the site later he was already there, tinkering with the surveillance equipment, facing away from you. You looked around in the small room, it looked like this apartment was abandoned for a while now, most of the windows were boarded in, the walls were icky. Your small station consisted of two makeshift beds and a few tables and chairs and a lot of equipment.

“I thought you’ll never arrive.” He said without turning towards you.

“Shut up.” You replied and tossed your bag on the floor as you walked towards him. “At least would you mind trying not to be insufferable for the next whoever knows how many days?”

“That’s a pretty bold request coming from you, but sure.” He stood up from his chair and turned towards you as he started to explain the details of your mission – which you already knew, because you two were in the same briefing when you got the information.

“I know all this. I was there too you know.”

“Oh, you were? Didn’t notice I guess.” That stupid grin was spreading on his face that annoyed you so much. You knew this expression – this meant that he was very satisfied with himself, the way he can play you like a fiddle and get a reaction out of you. You clenched your jaw and fought the urge to say something in return and instead you took a seat next to the table and opened your notebook. You decided to ignore him for the rest of the day. Only talk to him when you had to switch positions and it was your time to watch the site. The surveillance was set 24/7 but you two had to make sure that it was running smoothly and take extra photos of suspicious activity.

The sun started to set as the first day passed without anything happening. Jake was starting to get bored, he paced the floors all day, sat down, stood up, checked the fridge every 10 minutes. No matter how hard you tried he started to get the worst of you.

“Can you just stop please?” You blurted as you looked at him, your voice not as calm as you meant it to be. His head snapped in your direction as he raised one of his brows.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do I bother the lady?” He asked with a fake and very overdone British accent. You flexed your jaw as you exhaled to stop yourself from shouting at him.

“Didn’t you bring a book or something? Oh wait, I forgot you can’t read.” You stood up to face him and you couldn’t help but a smug smile spread across your face and you felt a weird satisfaction. He mirrored your expression as he quickly looked you up.

“Wow, you really think so little of me? It breaks my heart.” He said with a fake pout as he put his hand on his chest.

“This shouldn’t surprise you this much.”

“C’mon (Y/N), admit it that you love me.”

“Oh my God, shut up!” You raised your voice but tried not too much to make others hear you. You rolled your eyes and went to the table to check on something, hoping it would make him leave you alone. You realized this hope was futile.

You heard him step closer to you and therefore you turned around, but you didn’t realize he would be this close. You were stuck between the table and him, and you gripped the edge of the table not to lose your balance.

“What do you want?” You practically snarked at him. He looked at your face, searching it for a second before he let out an annoyed groan.

“I can’t understand why would they send me here with you. You’re the worst partner for a stakeout.” His words were nothing new, you thought you were used to his constant bickering and mean spirited comments towards you just as he was with yours. But for some reason you felt like this was the last straw.

“Oh right, forgive me for forgetting that you, Jake Peralta are the best detective on the whole world and everyone should be grateful that they get to work with your annoying ass!”

“I’m annoying? Says you who did nothing all day but annoy the hell out of me and not leave me alone?” He first put his hands on his hips but shortly after decided to rest them on the edge of the table next to yours, caging you between the table and his body. From this close you could feel his after shave and it made you light hearted. What the fuck? You thought as you felt your body heat up.

“I didn’t even talk to you all day, what the fuck Jake?” He was thinking about your words for a second before he moved in front of you, moving his head to your ear and his hand on yours. Your breath hitched at the contact and you were more confused than ever before. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as he was so close to you, closer than ever before. Inappropriate thoughts filled your head as you felt dizzy.

“So you think it’s not annoying,” he started in a voice that you barely recognized was his, “that you sitting there all day, acting like you hate me is not annoying?”

“I do hate you,” you replied quickly but your voice was much weaker than you intended. You felt his hand move from yours to the side of your thigh, slowly making it’s way up from your knee to your bottom.

“Do you now?” You heard the smile in his voice and you could picture the stupid smug grin on his face that you knew so well. “Then why didn’t you tell me to stop?”

You hated how right he was. You did hate him though. For being so distractive. For intruding your thoughts at every occasion, you let him. For making you feel like a high schooler when he would sometimes honestly smile at you. For filling your mind when you felt lonely at sleepless nights. You felt your body heat up and arousal wash over you. He finally looked at you again, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen before.

“Fuck you.” You said through gritted teeth and tried to free yourself from your position but before you managed to do that, you suddenly felt his lips pressing onto yours and then everything came crashing down.

You threw your arms around his neck and buried your hands in his hair, tugging at it gently. He pulled you into him, away from the table and with one hand he cupped your cheek and with the other he grabbed your ass. His lips were soft – softer than you could ever imagine, and he didn’t waste no time to lick your lips, making you whimper. The kiss got heated very fast, your tongues were exploring each other and you bit down on his bottom lip, which made him smile.

He pushed you back towards the table and made you sit up on it, while still kissing you like a starving man. Your mind left all logic behind and all you could think of was him in front of you and the way he touched you. You spread your legs so he could stand between them which earned you a chuckle from him.

“If I knew all it would take for me to piss you off…” he said between kisses, it felt like his mouth never wanted to let you go. You let out an annoyed groan and bit his lip.

“You’re trying to tell me you could’ve been even more annoying?” You asked as you trailed your lips through his jawline and neck, nipping and suckling on it slowly. You felt your arousal pooling in your underwear as your body wanted more and more of him in this messed up situation.

“Oh dear,” he whispered as he started to trail his fingers up your inner thigh. “I haven’t even started.” HE grabbed both your thighs and pulled you closer to him, which made your still very much clothed core rub against his hard member. You let out a shaky breath which made him smile.

You quickly unzipped his hoodie and tossed it onto the floor behind him, followed by his t-shirt. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him closer to you, his skin burning against your palms. He was still kissing you passionately and had no intention to stop. His hands moved to the front of your blouse and he quickly unbuttoned it and tossed it next to the both of you, leaving you in your bra. He started to softly knead one of them and after a second he broke the kiss to look at you as he leaned down to press a kiss on your breast.

“You’re beautiful.” He said in a low voice and you felt your insides twist with anticipation and excitement.

“I didn’t think you’re capable of being nice.” You teased as he moved his lips to your neck.

“You better be a good girl,” he whispered into your ear and you let out a moan. “or I won’t be so nice anymore.” You couldn’t help but started to grind yourself against his dick. He bit down onto your neck and you hissed, which made him look at you and kiss you again. You decided you’ve had enough of this and quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and underwear down. You bit your lip as you looked down at him.

He smiled at your reaction and kissed you again. You started to gently stroke him which made a groan find its way past his lips, and he slowly started to move his hips against your palm.

“Fuck.” He said and buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hands were slowly caressing your body, slowly moving from your breast to your side where his feather light touch would leave goosebumps in its wake. You felt your need grow bigger by the second as you squirmed under his touch.

“Jake,” you whispered, and he raised his head to look into your eyes. “Touch me.” He let out a sound that was half a moan half a groan before he quickly moved his hands to get rid of your jeans and panties in a swift motion, making you sit on the cold table. The contrast made you shiver before he embraced you again, kissing you passionately and grinding himself against your now bare folds. He then slowly moved his hand from your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it gently before swiping a finger across your nipple. The soft touch made you squeal into the kiss which made him smile.

“You’re not so angry now, are you?” He asked in a teasing way as his hand continued his journey down your body. You shot him an annoyed look but it immediately faded away when his fingers found their way between your folds.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered and gripped the edge of the table so hard your knuckles turned paler. He moved his fingers between your folds, grazing your entrance up and down as you soaked them in your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he started to say between kisses. “Such a good girl for me.” You absent mindedly grinded yourself against him, urging him to touch you more. You were so turned on you felt like another second without him being inside you and you would blow up.

Luckily, he understood your movements and finally pushed his fingers inside you. The sensation felt sudden and it ripped a moan from your lungs as he started to move them, slow and steady, pulling them out almost completely before pushing them back in until his palm grazed your clit. Even in your lustful haze you found it hard to believe this was happening. His fingers were fucking you so good, your own ones could never do him justice when you imagined this happening at lonely nights. You moved your hands and started to stroke him again. He moved one of his hands to rest on your neck as he kissed your lips gently, then moved to your neck, his teeth and lips left sloppy marks on your skin in their wake as he moved his lips to your breast, kissing it gently before he lightly bit your nipple. You hissed at the sensation, which made him gently swipe his tongue against it before kissing it again.

Then he kneeled down before you and started to kiss your inner thighs on both sides. His fingers continued their ministrations all this time, never letting go of you for a second. He looked up at you from between your legs and smiled, there was no sign of anger or hatred in his expression, what you saw was pure adoration. It made your heart flutter, the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful and precious thing on the planet. The sight of him kneeling in front of you made your legs tremble and you felt yourself clench around his finger. He must’ve felt it as he bit his lip before he leant in to plant a soft kiss on your clit before starting to circle his tongue around it gently.

Your head fell back as you were overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers inside you and his mouth on you at the same time. His tongue was moving in harmony with his fingers, lapping and circling around your sensitive bud in sync with his fingers moving inside you. You buried one of your hands in his hair, using the other to keep your balance. The sensation started to overwhelm you, the tightening feeling in your belly stronger with every passing second. Your mind started to become numb, all you could concentrate on was him, the feeling of his fingers inside you, his warm tongue on you. You tugged on his hair as you grinded yourself against his mouth, your high rapidly approaching.

“Jake, I-“ you gasped as he started to move his fingers a little faster, pushing them inside you a little stronger, your moans filled the air as you felt your orgasm wash over you, white overtaking your vision as the coil snapped inside you when you finally came. Your breathing was erratic and you needed a second to collect yourself, allowing Jake to stand up in front of you and position himself between your legs. You rested your head against his chest for a second as he hugged you and gently caressed your back, before you looked up at him and kissed him. “I want you to fuck me,” you whispered against his lips before you kissed him.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” He smiled as he kissed you while positioning himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you. The way he stretched you felt incredible. “Fuck,” he breathed. “So good for me.”

He waited a second before he started moving. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him, making you sit at the edge of the table. One of his hands were tangled in your hair, the other rested at your ass, pulling you into him. Each of his movements made you see stars, he filled you up so perfectly. You rolled your hips against him to meet his rhythm, allowing his dick to push even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with every movement. Your mixed moans and whimpers filled the air as he was fucking you mercilessly, and you adjusted your hands on his back and dug your fingernails into his shoulder.

He hissed by the sensation and bit your lip before he moved his other hand on your ass as well. His movements started to become sloppy and you knew he was close. You moved your hand from his shoulder between your legs and started to touch yourself. He groaned when he looked down at where he entered you.

“You’re so hot.” He said and kissed you again. “Come with me babe.” You nodded as no words came out your mouth, you bit his lip before kissing him, your tongues danced around each other’s as he fastened his movements, his dick hit your sweet spot every time he slammed into you. You felt your stomach tighten and you buried your face into his chest as his name fell from your lips like a prayer. His nails dug into the flesh of your ass as he gripped it so tight.

“Jake, I-,” you moaned but he interrupted.

“I know, me too.” He breathed and you felt the whole world crashing down, your vision turned white and your toes curled as your second orgasm washed over you. After a few seconds you felt his hips still as well as he buried himself deep inside you and rested his forehead against yours. The room was silent other than the heavy breathing of yours. You opened your eyes and saw his smile. You couldn’t help but smile as well.

“So,” he started and kept a short pause before continuing. “What is the title of our sex tape?”

“Oh, shut up!” You chuckled and hit his chest. He laughed as well and kissed you once more, cupping your head in his hands, like he’d want nothing else in this world.

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whump-with-wren · 5 years

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On Ice - B99 fic

Word count: 2,071

Contents: Gunshot, stabbing, hyperthermia.

A/N: And I finally did it! Oh boy that was a Struggle. My first time writing these characters and I could not get the ending so it might be a little OOC and there is little to no ending, but here Jake whump I know people want it.

Jake rested his head briefly against the side of the counter, trying to keep his breaths even as he fought back a wave of pain. One hand clutched the familiar weight of his gun, the other was pressed to the slowly growing stain on his shirt as he gritted his teeth.

Taking a shuddering breath, he slowly pushed himself up, peering over the counter. Everything had been going well until it hadn’t. He had been undercover in the restaurant, staking out a suspect in hopes of getting a lead on a drug case he and Amy were working. He’d gone in alone - he had insisted that he would be fine and splitting up meant Amy could follow another lead.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked as well as he had imagined. He had caught his suspect red-handed, doing a sly trade under one of the tables, but the moment he had pulled out his badge shots had been fired. There was a reason the NYPD had bulletproof vests and unfortunately his disguise - Jerome Eliot, food critique and recently single tourist from England - didn’t.

The restaurant had emptied pretty quickly after the first shots had been fired and the perp had fled to the kitchen. Now it was a game of cat and mouse. And Jake wasn’t entirely sure who was the cat and who was the mouse.

The kitchen seemed empty, but Jake didn’t dare move yet. He lifted his hand, pouting a little at the state of his favourite shirt; he wasn’t sure even Rosa would know how to get that much blood out of fabric.

He didn’t dare look too closely at the wound, suffice to say it hurt. But he couldn’t focus on that now - he had to take down this perp.

“I know you’re here, cop.”

The perp was still here - Jake wasn’t sure if he was relieved he hadn’t got away or terrified he hadn’t left. He decided to go with relieved - he could still take him down.

Risking another look over the counter, he could see the perp now - his back to where Jake was hiding, a gun glinting in his hand.

Jake could work with that - he would leap up, slide across the counter and kick this guy in the face before taking him down. All he needed was a badass one-liner and he was sorted.

He was pausing a moment to think of one (no, not to brace himself for the pain that was undoubtedly about to come. This had to be cool) when his phone rang.

For a moment, he froze, unable to think. Then he moved, yanking his phone from his pocket with a hiss of pain, ignoring the blood he was smearing onto its screen. He didn’t even pause to look at who was calling (it was Amy, he had a set ringtone for her), but he slid it along the ground, sending it away from him. He waited a second, then started to move silently in the opposite direction.

He could hear the perp, rapidly falling for Jake’s trick, could see his feet and shadow moving towards the phone. Glancing over the counter again, he could see that the perp was occupied with the phone for the moment. Looks like Jake was the cat.

He stood, vision blurring against the pain for a second, and trained the gun at the perp’s back.

“NYPD, weapon on the ground,” he commanded. The perp froze, slowly raising his hands and turning. The phone stopped ringing. “Drop it,” Jake repeated. To his relief, the perp obeyed, slowly lowering both gun and phone to the ground and straightening to full height again. Jake quickly moved towards him to take him in.

A moment too late he noticed the perp’s eyes flick to the right - to the selection of kitchen knives on the bench beside him. He was too slow to react before the perp snatched a knife and slashed wildly. The only thing Jake could do was leap back - not fast enough. The sharp utensil sliced across his hand and he dropped his gun, gripping his fingers as blood began pooling.

He had no time to recover, the weapon came down on him again. This time he managed to dance out of the way, stumbling back and almost slipping on a wet spot. Taking advantage of his unbalance, the perp lunged forward, shoving Jake against the wall.

His vision cut out for a second on the impact, pain rushing through him. Then the knife was pressed to his throat and he froze.

“Any last words?”

The voice sent a chill through Jake and in that instant, all the well thought out responses he had long claimed he would say if he was ever asked that fled his mind. Instead, he said the first thing he thought of.

“You kill an NYPD officer and you’ll be in for a lot more than selling drugs.”

To his surprise - and relief - it actually worked. A flicker of concern crossed his face and he slowly lowered the knife.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Yeah. I am right,” Jake said quickly. “So put down the knife and -” He cut himself off with a cry of pain as the knife was plunged into his side. Doubling over he gasped, shutting his eyes. The perp grabbed him by the neck and practically dragged him along the wall, pain and fear causing a sob to escape Jake’s lips.

“You’re not taking me in,” he snarled. Jake gasped, grabbing at his arm and trying to struggle free. But he was bleeding from the ribs and the side, pain throbbing through him with every breath. “So we’ll put you on ice for a while.”

He was vaguely aware the perp had shoved him forward, then a rush of cold air blew over him and he gasped, suddenly alert. With a rush of fear, he realised what was happening and spun - just in time to see the perp slam the freezer door in his face.

One hand pressed to his most recently wound, he stumbled forward, pounding on the door with his other hand. His breath billowed out in front of him and he stumbled back, suddenly aware that he was very stuck.

“I’m the mouse,” he groaned to himself.

He refused to let himself sink to the ground, gritting his teeth and slowly walking. If he stopped, he knew he wasn’t going to get up again. If he listened to his aching legs and dizzy head he would die. He had to stay up, he had to keep moving. He gritted his teeth and pulled his coat closer around him, fumbling in his pocket for his phone.

It took him longer than it should have to remember he didn’t have his phone, but in his defence, he had lost a decent amount of blood and it was cold. Even so, when it sunk a chill came over him, and he shivered. He had no way of telling anyone where he was.

Pacing was becoming harder and he stumbled, catching himself on the wall. Hissing, he drew his hand back, a little surprised at the biting cold that came from the contact. Letting out a long breath he shuddered, shaking from the cold.

He couldn’t do it. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet - feet that felt like blocks of ice already. The floor was painful to sit on but his legs were too weak to hold him and he collapsed to the freezing ground, the cold biting into him. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he gritted his teeth and tucked his hands under his arms, shivering violently. He just had to hold out until someone came to find him - that’s all. Amy had called, he hadn’t picked up and she knew he was on a job. Surely she would figure out he was in trouble and come to find him.

The freezing metal of the floor stung but he didn’t have the energy to stand again. He was struggling to keep his focus. He was losing track of time. At least he wasn’t losing blood as quickly - it was slow and sluggish as it seeped out of his body.

Amy would come. He took in a shaky breath and slumped backwards, leaning against the wall. The cold dug into him, biting at his legs, freezing his toes, stealing his body of warmth. He shuddered, his body spasming without his direction.

Amy would come. She always did - she would… she would be here. He tried to keep his mind busy, to think what he had learned about surviving in extreme temperatures. They had been watching a documentary the other day.

A part of him knew that curling into himself and giving up wasn’t going to help. He needed to keep moving, to keep the blood flowing. But he was so tired and his body was aching - no, his body was starting to go numb. Moving would take too much effort.

Move Peralta. The thought filled his slow mind. He had to move. It would take a lot of effort, but he had to do it. He tried to push himself up but moving made the cold rush over him again and he started shivering even more - not to mention the sudden sharp pain that burst from his wounds.

He pulled his hands from where they were tucked, barely noticing a difference. His fingers were almost as cold as the rest of the room. Holding his shaking hands in front of him he stared at them, at the fingers that were turning blue under his own blood, blinking through the soft flakes of frost that formed on his face.

His eyes landed on his wedding ring and he took in a shaky breath, letting it out again with a huff of air. He and Gina used to pretend to be dragons on cold days when they were kids, blowing out their ‘steam’ and roaring at each other. He let out another huff, watching the cloud vanish into the freezing air.

It was hard to focus on anything so he closed his eyes - just for a moment. He would open them soon, he wanted to… wanted to… he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Maybe sleep, sleep seemed very appealing right now.

The darkness was comfortable - the darkness was warm. If he just relaxed, he could fall into the darkness and he wouldn’t have to worry anymore. He could… he could…

A voice was calling his name but he didn’t want to respond. Then something touched his cheek and it was so warm it hurt. He shifted, unsure if he wanted to lean into the warmth or pull away from it, but the warmth wasn’t leaving him alone.

A hand grabbed his arm, and the voice calling his name became louder. Jake shifted, whimpering slightly and trying to force his eyes open. They were frozen shut - was that even possible?

“...ake! Come on, don’t leave me, Babe. Charles, I need a blank - okay, I don't care, just get one!” He focused on the voice, on the warm hands that were holding him, that were pulling him out of the freezing cold.

He managed to blink his eyes open, reaching weakly out, wanting more of the warmth because despite the ache it brought it was nice.

“Jake?” Amy’s face hovered worriedly over his and Jake reached for her, a small smile covering his face. Amy grabbed his hand, cupping it between her two warm, gloriously warm hands. “You’re freezing,” she whispered.

She helped him to sit up and now that he was out of the freezer he was beginning to feel again and everything hurt. He was shivering, shaking violently, teeth chattering together, body shuddering.

“Here, I got a blanket. Nikolaj falls asleep in the car all the time so - is he okay? Jake, are you okay?” Charles suddenly appeared from nowhere, a blanket in his hands. Amy snatched it from him and threw it over Jake’s shoulders and he could do nothing more but pull it close around him, trying to soak up as much warmth as he could.

“I-m-m ok-ok-okay,” he said between shivers, trying to flash a smile. But it was a forced one and now that the danger had passed he realised how close he had been to dying - how close he had come to never seeing Amy again.

She sat beside him, pulling him close and sharing her warmth.

#brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #whump #jake peralta whump #brooklyn nine nine fic #gunshot wound #stab wound #hypothermia #freezing #my writing #uuuggghhh this is baaad #but i said i was doing it #and i did it #and i do have a couple more ideas #i just have to figure out everyone's voices #which i haven't done #case in point: this fic

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