#jake webber angst

[teapartyprincess4two]

Messy- J. Webber

pairing: Waitress!reader x Mechanic!Jake

classification: SMUT SMUT NO FLUFF

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, messy sex, public sex, facial, cream pie, cursing

inspiration: request

summary: Jake is a regular customer at the diner you work at, eating the same meal everyday before returning back to work. One day, when you’re taking his order, you can tell he has much more sinful intentions than a quick meal.

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The diner is slow today, it always is on Sundays. You’ve had a total of 5 customers and it’s already past noon, making the day feel endless. You’re currently messing with the fryer in the kitchen. It turned off suddenly and now it won’t turn back on. “Stupid fucking fryer,” you grumble, clicking random buttons until it finally starts heating.

Suddenly the front doorbell rings, indicating a customer has entered the lobby. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” you call out from the kitchen, peering your head over the order window to catch a glimpse of the customers. You instantly recognize that it’s Jake, he’s a regular customer and arrives everyday at exactly 12:30pm without fail.

Jake saunters in, dirty and sweaty from a hard days work. He works at an automotive repair shop that sits right on the corner of the street, choosing your diner everyday as his preferred dining spot. The walk from his car shop isn’t long, but he always leaves early so he misses the lunch rush.

Because he’s such a frequent customer, Jake knows the diner well, so he situates himself in the booth that gives him the best view of the kitchen. When he first started eating here, he realized that this booth provided him with a cinema worthy experience because he could watch you work as he enjoyed his meal.

You emerge from the kitchen with a big smile on your face, walking around the front counter and over to Jake’s table. “Can’t get enough of this place, huh?” you joke, retrieving a small notebook and ball point pen from the depths of your apron.

“Guess so,” Jake replies with a chuckle, folding his dirty hands over the table. They’re permanently stained with car oil, calloused by countless hours of manual labor. Your eyes travel from his broad, tattooed shoulders down to his folded arms, relishing in the way his sweat glistens in the sun that trickles in through the window. His white tank top is adorned with black smudges and stains, ripped and frayed along the edges. There’s dirt under his fingernails, a detail that you’d usually find disturbing, but it adds even more grit to Jake. You love the idea of being fucked by a hard working man who isn’t afraid to get dirty.

Jake’s messy look completely juxtaposes yours. You’re wearing your diner uniform, clad in a pastel pink dress and an apron so white it reflected the sun. Your hair is curled and pinned back, a matching pink bow dangling in between your bouncy strands. Stark white sneakers sway back and forth, as you wait patiently for Jake to order. You looked so clean, too clean, and Jake wanted to roam his hands all over you and watch how messy you could really get.

“So, your usual?” you ask, knowing Jake’s order by heart. Over the course of his visits, you’ve learned that Jake is a simple man. He orders the same thing everyday and although the food was slightly above average, he claimed it was his favorite as an excuse to watch you work.

Jake loved watching as you diligently wiped down tables, your hips rocking back and forth as you worked the rag into tough, grimy spots. When you were mopping, he’d scoot closer to the edge of his seat and watch you bend over as you rung out the mop. He especially loves watching as you walked over to his booth with his meal in hand, because once you arrive to the table you bend over just enough to expose the top of your breasts.

“You know how I like it, baby,” the nickname slips out naturally, the flirtatious undertones evident in Jake’s voice. At first you would become flustered with his incessant flirting, but now that you’re used to it, you get turned on. You feel like a car engine, revved up and ready to fuck some miles into him.

“Alright, it’ll be right out,” you reply with a playful smile, shoving the notepad and pen back into your apron before making your way back to the kitchen. Your hips sway as you walk away, the string of your apron slapping against your ass with each step.

Jake’s eyes are glued to you, mentally undressing you from across the room. He’s really hungry now, but not for the food.

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20 minutes have passed and you’re still not back with his food. Jake isn’t the type to complain, but he knows it never takes you this long. Loud beeping rings throughout the diner, followed by a loud yell from the kitchen, “Ow! Fuck!” Metal clangs on the floor shortly after, a string of cuss words coming from you.

Jake’s natural instinct is to get up and check on you, but you come out from the kitchen before he can act on it. You’re pressing a cold, wet towel on your hand, “Sorry, it’s gonna be a while. The fryer’s been acting up all day and it just turned off. I burnt myself trying to fix it, but I popped your fries in the oven instead, okay?”

Jake sees the opportunity and takes it, “No problem. I can take a look at it if you want?” He’s an extremely handy man, and he’s hoping to get handsy with you if he plays his cards right.

“At what?” you ask confused, applying pressure to your hand.

“The fryer. I can try to fix it. It’ll only take a few minutes,” he replies, using his hands to push himself out of the booth. Before you can protest, Jake begins walking to the kitchen. His dirty work boots leave a trail of footprints on the floor as you follow closely behind, trying to keep up with his long strides. He quickly finds the fryer, following the smell of gas until he locates the source.

“No, it’s okay! I’ll just put in a work order,” you reason, watching as he kneels in front of the machine. You were beginning to panic, no one other than employees were allowed in the kitchen. What if your boss suddenly showed up and found him back here? Not to mention how unsanitary it was for him to be touching everything with his soiled hands.

“Yeah? And when will they finally come fix it?”

The question has you stumped, causing you to think for a while. The maintenance men usually didn’t come until weeks after the initial work order was put in, and working without a fryer for that long sounded like actual hell. That didn’t mean you wanted a customer working while on their lunch break, “Probably a couple of weeks, but it’s okay. It’s not a big deal, really!”

Your words fall on deaf ears though because Jake is opening the fryer hatch, a whiff of cooking oil and gas hitting him straight in the face. From that smell alone he immediately knew the problem, “Yeah, see, the gas line isn’t connected. One stray spark and this whole place is blowing up.”

Jake’s used to working in much hotter temperatures, surrounded daily by the summer weather and even hotter car engines. So, although the fryer is emitting a lot of heat, it’s nothing compared to what he deals with daily. He manages to find the main gas line, turning the nob off to ensure there isn’t any other leaks. After that, he swiftly turns the machine off before unscrewing a hot, black tube. He pulls the black tube off with a grunt, causing a loud hissing noise as the last bits of gas spill out.

“How do you know it’s the gas line?” you ask curiously, blissfully unaware and nose blind to the smell. “The smell,” he replies blatantly, strong hands removing random pieces from the machine. Well they were random to you, but Jake seemed to know the purpose of each piece.

The oven dings faintly in the background, indicating that the fries are finally done baking. You would love to stay and watch his arms flex as he worked, but you didn’t want to cause another hazard, “I’ll be back, those are the fries. I don’t want them to burn.”

He hums in response, the sound being followed by another animalistic grunt. You feel your core clench at the sound, there was something about him that made you want to push him to the ground and get messy.

You force yourself to look away, finally walking over to the oven to retrieve the fries before they burn.

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The fryer was worse than either of you anticipated, causing Jake to spend more than a ‘few minutes’ working on it. He’s lying face up on the floor to get a better view, a broken down cardboard box is sprawled out under him to serve as a cushion and as a barrier from the cold floor.

Luckily you’ve only had one other customer since then and all they ordered was a drink, so you’ve been able to watch Jake work this entire time. Your pussy is throbbing at the possibilities, your mind delving into uncharted territory as you imagine what he’d look like under you.

Jake’s hips buck upward as he adjust himself, pushing himself further into the machine each time. Your eyes fall onto his crotch every time, you can’t help but stare and salivate at the growing bulge. He knows you’re watching and it’s turning him on.

“Here, hold this piece right… there,” he instructs, voice trailing off as his fingers pinch a wire in place. You comply, scooting closer so you can properly hold the wire in place. The position is uncomfortable though, your legs struggling to remain in place as you try not to fall on Jake.

After a while your legs start to hurt, trembling from the constant strain. “I can’t reach,” you explain, attempting to shift your weight so you’re comfortable.

Jake lifts his head up, careful not to hit it against the metal above him, as he peers at you. You were awkwardly reaching over him, one hand gripping onto the edge of the fryer as the other stretched to properly hold the wire in place. He looks down at your legs, watching as they shake before he accidentally catches a glimpse of your underwear.

“Here, just…” he begins to say, forgetting his sentence as his mind fills with sinful thoughts of you. He places his tools on the ground before taking a hold of your waist, dirty fingerprints immediately soaking into the fabric of your dress. He uses his hands to carefully guide you over him, stopping once you’re situated directly above his crotch.

“Try again,” he instructs, forcing himself to think about anything other than the newfound pressure you’re applying to him. You reposition the wire with your right hand, your left hand resting on Jake’s chest for support. Once the wire is in place, he scoots forward, his hips bucking up again as he does it. The rough material of his jeans rubs against your clothed pussy, causing you to squirm from above him. You’re forced to bite back a whine, realizing that this was not the time nor the place to be getting all riled up.

Jake is extremely concentrated, choosing to ignore the growing erection in his pants. “Hand me the pliers,” he says, but it comes out more like a command. His toolbox sits next to you, the short distance being close enough for you rummage through it quickly. You subconsciously grind down on his crotch, surprised to feel the outline of his dick through the thick material of his jeans.

His hands instinctively travel to your hips again, a firm grip willing you to stop your movements. “Sorry,” you murmur, becoming drunk on the idea of Jake fucking you long and hard on the kitchen floor.

Jake lets out a small groan, the innocence in your voice seducing him even further. “Here,” you whisper, eyes locking with his for a second through your long, thick eyelashes. He takes the pliers from you, forcing himself to return to the task at hand.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

You squirm from above him, wiggling so you can feel him again. Usually you wouldn’t be this bold, but your pussy is hungry and your mind is drunk. Jake chases the feeling too, wishing there was nothing to restrict him from feeling you entirely.

“Don’t look at you like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me,” he replies sternly, the heels of his boots digging into the floor as he drags himself out from under the fryer. The cardboard makes it easier for him to slide out and he’s strong enough to bring you with him, eliciting a gasp from you as you place your hands on his chest to anchor yourself.

He sits up, his left arm immediately wrapping around your waist in the process. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess,” he smirks, pushing you down onto his crotch.

Your hands gingerly rest on his shoulders as you look at him through hooded eyes, were you really going to do this? The sexual tension is blinding you, causing you to make yet another bold remark.

“What if I do want to fuck you?”

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t complain when it gets messy,” he replies coyly, pulling you further into him. Jake’s plump lips latch onto yours, metal lip rings digging into your face. The pain only eggs you on, your hands traveling up his neck and tangling into his hair.

“So eager,” he murmurs into the kiss, scrunching your dress up around your abdomen. His hands find your ass, slapping and kneading the skin in his firm grip. Moans are slipping from you, all of them being swallowed by Jake as he hungrily kisses you back. Your hips grind onto him again, desperate for release.

You’re whimpering, trying to feel as much of him as possible through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. “Patience, baby,” he moans, but even he’s becoming impatient.

It comes to no surprise when you scoot back onto his thigh and feverishly unzip his pants, he doesn’t protest either, instead he watches eagerly. You make swift work of his pants, Jake lifts his hips to help you tug them off. “I want you to make a mess on my face,” you whisper, hopping off of Jake’s lap so you can wiggle further down.

The suggestion makes Jake’s dick twitch, precum spilling out from the tip and soaking into his boxers. You pull his boxers down and they pool around his ankles alongside his pants. His dick stands up straight, and it’s so big you begin to wonder if this was a good idea. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?

Jake knows exactly what you’re thinking, smirking at the sight of you gawking over the size of his cock. You’re brave though, so you crawl closer to him and slowly begin pumping his shaft. His head is immediately thrown back in pleasure, your touch alone almost being enough for him to spill his seed onto your hand.

You wrap your lips around the tip, your head inching down to the base slowly. If you go any faster, you’ll surely gag around his cock and start crying. “Just like that,” he groans, swooping some of your hair out of your face with one hand as the other holds his dick in place for you. Your lips kiss his hand as you take as much of his as possible, your throat struggling to keep up with the sheer size of him.

His hips thrust into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you that flips a switch in Jake. He wants to hear that sound again and again, so he holds your head firmly and guides it up and down his cock repeatedly. Each time you reach the tip, you gasp for air before he’s pushing you back down again. Saliva is dripping down your chin and bubbling at the corners of your mouth, tricking far enough to coat Jake’s penis entirely.

“Making such a big mess, beautiful,” he grunts, pulling you away from him to get a better look at your face. Streaks of mascara run down your face, your hair is all over the place, and saliva is actively dribbling down your chin. “Come here, let me ruin you,” he instructs, pulling you back down so he can coat your face and uniform in his cum.

He pumps his cock aggressively over your face, watching with a slack jaw as you close your eyes and allow his cum to paint your face. You’re glazed in the liquid, squealing slightly at the new sensation. “Yummy,” you giggle, licking your lips to gather as much of it on your tongue as possible.

Jake isn’t done though, he’s fully prepared to go another round with you, but this time with his dick balls deep in you. Right as you’re about to continue, you hear the front doorbell ring.

“Hello?” a customer asks, peering over the counter in search of an employee. Luckily, because you’re on the floor, you’re perfectly out of view. Jake gets an idea, immediately pulling you onto his lap and pushing your panties to the side so aggressively they rip.

“Sit,” he commands, aligning his cock with your entrance. You look at him in shock and whisper shout, “there’s a customer!” He’s unrelenting, dragging the tip of his cock up your folds as a response. You bite your lip, accepting the challenge as you sit on his thick dick.

A small gasp escapes your mouth once you bottom out, the girth of his cock stretching your walls.

“Hello? Anybody there?!” The customer shouts, tiptoeing to see behind the order window and into the kitchen. They’re becoming more and more impatient by the second.

You begin bouncing on Jake’s dick, his hands leaving prints all over your dress. You’re a whimpering mess, the stretch being both pleasureful and painful.

“C’mon, princess, is anybody there?” he taunts, sucking on the skin of your neck. You pull him in closer by his neck, moaning into his ear as quietly as possible.

“I just want a coffee!” the customer pleads, still trying to find at least one employee. Jake slaps your ass, silently instructing you to respond.

“Take a seat! I’ll be right with you,” you squeak out, trying not to sound like you’re getting your brains fucked out. Jake is satisfied with your response, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you down harder on him.

“You’re making me wait for a coffee?!”

Jake’s angles you forward so he can fuck you harder, his head resting on your chest. “I’m fixing the- fuck,” you begin, but Jake hits a spot inside of you that has you clenching around him. “What are you fixing?” Jake questions, loving how flustered you are.

“I’m fixing the fryer,” you spew out, the lame excuse annoying the customer further. The euphoric feeling in your pussy is enough to wash away any anxiety you feel, your walls clenching around Jake with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, his orgasm from earlier catching up to him. “Cum in me,” you demand, so drunk off his dick that you don’t realize what you said. The idea is enticing, so enticing that Jake doesn’t second guess it either.

One last thrust has him spilling his hot seed inside of you, the warm feeling sending you over the edge shortly after.

“Just a coffee! UNBELIEVABLE.”

“I’m coming,” you yelp, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re whimpering, moaning, and panting as you convulse around Jake’s cock. The statement puts a smirk on his face, you were definitely coming.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Jake is pulling you off of him slowly. You look like a beautiful mess. White liquid drips from your hole down your thighs, your underwear is ripped, your dress is stained from Jake’s oily hands, streaks of mascara run down your cheeks, your face is coated in cum, and your hair is tangled.

“Go get him his coffee,” Jake teases, watching as you slowly realize how crazy you look right now. He slaps your ass one last time before you’re hopping off of him, adjusting your dress and smoothing your hair down haphazardly.

You grab a napkin, running it across your face as you try and clean yourself up as best as possible. It’s no use, you look a mess. Without another word, you’re stumbling out into the lobby.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

BARK BARK BARK

First Jake story

MeOWWWWW

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IGNITED SOULS ⍟ JAKE WEBBER

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. your childhood best friend introduces you to more than just learning how to shotgun smoke.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, you can find it here.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. SMUT ! innocent!reader, smoking [marijuana], foreplay [oral f!receiving, fingering], edging [if you squint], unprotected sex !?, loss of virginity, non-established relationship, best friends to lovers trope.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i got carried away writing this but this has to be one of my favorites ive ever written.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.8k

you and your best friend have always been opposite each other. you liked things like school, reading, and learning … but he was the more street-smart type not book-smart like yourself.

you didn’t go to parties or really have many friends, it was just jake — and you were okay with it being that way.

you and jake were just fine by yourselves. you liked each others company more than you liked anyone else’s. jake liked to party but he’d miss a party if it meant spending time with you. so, you and your childhood best friend were currently laying in bed together watching a movie when he spoke up. “wanna get high?” he turned to you propped up on his elbow.

you nodded agreeing with his idea. one thing you admit you had taken a liking toward was smoking. it really helped with how anxious you had become because of high school and jake knew that. when he offered to teach you how to smoke he was hesitant, not wanting to think he was a bad influence on you but then he realized it could do good for you sometimes.

jake brought everything out for you two passing you the rolling tray and sheet of paper. it was like clockwork. jake took the grinder taking the earthy substance that filled the air with the aroma. the rhythmic crunch of jake’s work filling the air before he passed it to you so that you could pool it in the center of the paper and roll it in place. as you did the final seal and twist of it jake smiled leaning back against the headboard.

he took the tin and rolling tray placing it back where he got it from before grabbing his lighter. you passed the blunt over to him so he could light it up. the lighter sparked, briefly illuminating jake’s face before it connected with the end catching on fire.

jake slowly inhaled holding the smoke for a moment then leaning back and blowing it out into the air. he sighed as he looked lazily at you placing it between your fingers as you reached out.

you grinned, taking the blunt into your own hands. you both sat there as you took a hit, knees touching as the faint glow illuminated your face for a split second. you inhaled deeply holding it just as jake taught you to before a swirl of smoke was exhaled out of your mouth. you sighed softly feeling relief.

you both continued those actions repeatedly as the haze of the smoke began to thicken. the silence in the room, comfortable and not at all awkward. it was calm. your most favorite part of the day.

the movie played softly in the background when a thought crossed your mind. “you know… ever since i started smoking, i’ve always wanted to try shotgunning the smoke.” your voice casual but carrying a hint of something else jake couldn’t help but notice.

jake paused as he was mid-inhale blowing out the smoke immediately almost coughing. “shotgunning? like.. blowing the smoke into someone’s mouth?” the smoke flowed between his lips as he spoke.

you nodded with a small smile playing on your lips. “i mean yeah, i’ve seen it be done in movies and shows you know and well, i kinda thought it would be fun to try.” you shrugged, trying not to be so … nervous.

jake laughed lowly his head tilting back slightly. “i mean sure, yeah i get it. uh… but you sure? i mean… it’s me.”

you rolled your eyes grabbing the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit. “yeah, i mean i trust you the most. you’re my best friend.”

jake nodded, feeling internally nervous for some reason. “yeah…” his heart was thudding in his chest but he continued to show a tough front. “you uh… you wanna do it now?”

your heart jumped. now? yes now. you nodded passing him the blunt. “yeah, it should be pretty easy right? um… you blow it into my mouth.”

he nodded bringing the blunt to his lips facing you. “okay, ready?”

you took a deep breath and nodded. you watched as he took another drag from the blunt, the flare of the tip lighting up both your faces as you leaned closer wanting to be prepared.

he exhaled slowly leaning closer, centimeters apart — the smoke streaming toward you. you leaned further in but not quite close enough causing jake to pull you by the waist so you didn't fail. your faces closer than ever before now jake continued his actions — and let the smoke pass your lips.

in that moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. the space between you both feeling euphoric as the smoke continued to pass through — both your breathing mingling in between.

you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away slightly. “that.. was.” you whispered softly then smiled trying not to make it awkward. “cool.”

he gulped mumbling. “yeah…” his gaze was lingering on your lips for a moment, tension filling the room. “really cool.”

you didn’t realize that line of friendship could be blurred but when you felt it was you didn’t know what to do. all you did was grab the blunt from his fingers and continue to smoke it to try to defuse the tension of the situation.

you put your attention on the movie playing now even though you had no idea was was going on.

multiple minutes passed before there was a scene in the movie that made everything even more awkward. they were in the car sharing a soft and passionate kiss. they too looked like that environment was new to them.

another thought crossed your mind as the tv flickered across the room. you bit your cheek before speaking very quietly. “i’ve never had my first kiss.”

your confession lingered in the air when jake’s eyes widened slightly. he turned toward you. “wait really?” his voice softer than usual. his voice was always soft speaking to you… not rough like how he spoke to others but this time … it was way different.

you looked down shyly, your gaze fixed on your lap as you fiddled with the strings of your hoodie. “yeah.. never.”

jake blinked slowly still trying to process the information. “i mean … i just thought you would’ve…” he trailed off not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. “it’s not a bad thing though. i was just surprised.”

your cheeks flushed thinking about how jake most likely has kissed a girl. “i guess i'm just falling behind? i don’t know. everyone else has and i haven’t even tried.” you hesitated before speaking once more. “even if… i just wouldn’t even know how.”

jake swallowed harshly getting a hint of what you were implying but choosing to ignore it. “it isn’t weird…” he said carefully, thinking of how beautiful you were. “i mean you’re—” he stopped himself from saying what was on his mind.

you fiddled with your fingers before looking at him and then away. “would you… maybe teach me?”

his breathing hitched. “m-me?” he was confused at why you asked him. “i… are you sure?”

you nodded trying to seem confident even though your hands were shaking. “you’re my best friend. like i said earlier i trust you with everything. it’s… it’s only a kiss right?” the question was more to convince yourself. he noticed the way your voice faltered and the way you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. you were extremely nervous. he thought to himself.

he let out a deep exhale as he thought for a few seconds then nodded. “okay, if you’re sure.”

you smiled lightly. “positive.” you were still resting on your knees as he was still sitting back against the headboard.

a silence rested between you both before he turned slightly toward you and you moved closer toward him. your legs were practically touching as he finally settled on a good spot where you could lean forward comfortably.

your heart was beating out of your chest as he began to lean forward. his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. you felt he could practically hear your heart beat as he got closer and closer. you stayed perfectly still feeling frozen. oh my gosh, i’m about to kiss my best friend, you thought to yourself. eyes widening a bit before fluttering closed as you felt his breath against your lips.

when your lips finally met, it was soft and unsure. a very hesitant touch that you weren't sure you could handle. there was no movement as very few seconds passed. he pulled away looking at you for approval. “was that okay?” he whispered, still so close to you.

you blinked slowly mesmerized by him and nodded. “yeah.” your voice was breathless as your lips stayed parted.

“d’ya wanna try again?” he questioned, hesitantly and unsteadily.

your nod was smaller this time somehow becoming even more shy than before. you knew you wanted more. you wanted more than just a peck, that’s what made you so nervous. what if.. if you didn’t want to stop?

regardless, this time you leaned in feeling hypnotized. he understood the cue and met your lips in the middle, his left hand resting on your cheek. this time your lips molded rather than just touched. it was euphoric.

this kiss was different. way different. it was longer, deeper — impossible to pull away from. your fingers experimentally touched his arm needing to gain balance as you found yourself pushing against him a bit harsher — neither of you realizing that you had been instead sitting on your knees, kneeling on the bed making yourself a bit taller than him.

the kiss kept going to the point where you placed your hands on his shoulders as his hands went to your hips helping you straddle him. you could taste the remaining flavor of the marijuana you smoked prior on his tongue.

the time felt slow as if the rest of the world stopped. you kept sensing that feeling as your breaths mingled together.

when you both finally pulled away he swore he could hear a tiny whimper come from your mouth. “fuck — you’re so…” he couldn’t finish his sentence feeling himself become stiff in his pants.

you noticed and found yourself mindlessly grinding on him, your actions eliciting a moan to escape his lips. you stopped, “m’sorry. m’so sorry.” you apologized.

he shook his head leaning his head back against the wall as he tried to control his breathing. “n-no. don’t be… it feels — feels really good.”

you took those words and ran with them as you then picked up your actions once more grinding your center over his hard-on. like jake, you moaned at the sensation it brought you.

he pressed his lips together trying to stifle his moans but decided he would do better with your lips on his so he pulled you by your neck to connect them once again.

you gasped at the sudden move, still mindlessly grinding over him. the kiss was no longer hesitant at all. it was passionate and fast-paced — like you both have been holding it in for so long. it held a deeper intensity.

his hand went from cupping your cheek to your jaw then your neck squeezing slightly. you don’t know what about it turned you on but it did.

your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt tilting your head to gain more access and wanting to deepen the kiss. his hand then moved from your neck to your face along with his other hand wanting to memorize how soft you felt, how gentle.

your movement felt so natural like this is what was meant to happen. your hearts were racing so fast they felt they might burst. every second his warm lips were on yours was another second you were grateful that you were put on this earth.

how long have you felt this way? you didn’t know but you knew it didn’t just come out of nowhere. you’ve felt like this for a while but somehow some way those feelings were buried inside.

later on, his hands found themselves on your waist pulling you harshly so that you were grinding harder on him. he let out short breaths and low groans loving that feeling of your clothed centers rubbing against each other. the space in between you guys disappearing by the second.

your nervousness was completely gone and replaced by something you’ve never experienced before. you felt so helpless and uncomfortable down where your centers were colliding and you wanted to fix it. you wanted to satisfy and pleasure it. you wanted him to satisfy and pleasure you.

in that moment you found your hands clutching at the collar of his shirt desperately — more than before. jake pulled his lips off yours causing you to lean forward but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

confused you opened your eyes looking at his flushed cheeks and pink lips. “yn..” his voice spoke up, low and rough.

you didn’t respond with words. only by wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

he found himself lost in you once more before he snapped out of it. he pulled away once again leaving you breathless snd needy. “yn…” he whined, his voice still low and raspy. “i… we… fuck.” he stuttered, unsure of what to say.

you felt his hardness beneath you desperately wanting him inside you. “i want you, jake.” your hands found themselves back on his shirt fiddling with his collar.

he was hesitant. “i… we can’t. you’re my best friend i don’t want to ruin things and… i don’t have anything. shit…” he groaned, the words you spoke making him want you even more.

you hesitated but at the moment just didn’t care. “jake… i want to do this with you more than anyone else…” you both were so close to each other, it was like a dream “and also i’ve been on birth control since sophomore year… it’s okay.”

he seemed conflicted so you quickly wanted to reassure him. “if you don’t want to i understand, i promise. i don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

silence filled the room as he thought about everything that happened in the past minute. he looked at your lips then your eyes exhaling quickly before speaking. “fuck it.”

his lips crashed into yours harshly and strongly. he wrapped his left arm around your waist laying you on your back. the make out going from 0 to 100 in milliseconds.

it hadn’t even been a minute before he was taking off his shirt. when he made eye contact with you he saw the panic in your eyes. “i’ll be gentle for you. i promise.” he caressed your cheek earning a soft nod from you.

after kissing your lips for a few seconds he pulled away pulling up your sweatshirt. you knew what he was trying to do and lifted up your arms to make it easier for him. a few seconds later it was off and his lips were on your neck.

your head was thrown back against the sheets while jake’s hand was roaming your body and the other was propping himself up. one of your hands made their home in jake’s hair just loving the way his lips peppered kisses on your skin.

further, he started lifting up your t-shirt and brought his lips lower. he was kissing your stomach the sensation surreal. you’ve never been kissed anywhere… so feeling how you felt now — it was unbelievable.

you let out a small sound egging jake on causing his right hand to start lifting up your shirt more and more fully removing it and revealing the daintiest white bra. jake noticed how you avoided eye contact and how your hands retreated back to your sides at the feeling of being exposed in front of him.

he grabbed your hands moving them away continuing to look at your body. “you’re so fucking beautiful yn.” he said before leaning down and kissing all over your chest. “most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen.”

those words reassured you bringing a small smile on your lips.

following those kisses jake began to trail his fingers lower and lower to where you felt you craved touch the most. jake was no stranger to intimacy but with you he felt so nervous. he wanted to be good for you — he wanted to be the best for you.

his hands made their way to the waistband of your sweats starting to pull them down. your breathing hitched before calming yourself down. you kept telling yourself, you can do it.

you lifted up your legs so he was able to pull them off your body leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. he slowly made his way down your body his lips following his trail.

goosebumps came to the surface of where he touched your delicate skin bringing shivers to you. you looked down propping yourself up on your elbows. he kissed your stomach, then hips, then all the way to your most intimate area.

you gently trailed across the waistband of them, loving how pretty and dainty they were. the way they showcased those tiny bows that he found so adorable. he was fighting the urge to just rip off your underwear right now. alternatively, he looked up kissing above your waistband before speaking, “gonna let me take these off?”

you took in a shaky breath. “i…”

he rubbed your upper thigh. “promise… i’ll make you feel so good. if you want me to stop i’ll stop but if you want me to keep going, i swear ill make you feel good. i’ll do anything to make you feel good.”

his words reassured you instantly, showing how much trust you actually had in him. you nodded. “okay." you took a deep breath. "yes, you can.”

he nodded rather quickly beginning to tug them down revealing what he’d been craving. he just wanted one taste… to get you wet enough so that the whole thing would be easier and more comfortable for you.

your underwear was taken off and thrown to the side revealing that pretty pussy that hadn’t been shown to anyone and now he was the one that would be able to pleasure you for the first time. he wanted to make it unforgettable.

he parted your thighs with his hands looking up at you for approval. your eyebrows were furrowed just thinking about how it would feel but your imagination didn’t even come close.

jake used his fingers to part your lower lips and took one small lick. your lips separated feeling that tiny ounce of pleasure. your breathing was still level but was speeding up slightly. you then felt another lick, harsher than the first. then, you felt his lips wrap around you sucking as he groaned against them eliciting a tiny whimper from you. “oh my fuck…” you cursed, the pleasure you received insanely unreal.

the noises you made spurred jake on to keep his actions up. he made sure to put his tongue to action flicking your most sensitive part causing you to go feral.

you couldn’t keep your eyes open allowing them to flutter closed at the sensation. you bit your lip reluctantly allowing your head to fall back against the bed. your hand found its way to his fluffy hair gripping it harshly as he kept his actions going.

he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shock up your body. you couldn’t… it was so much all at once. it felt so good. “yes… mph.” you groaned with a clenched jaw.

jake smiled against your pussy. “does it feel good?” he questioned getting no response from you as you were in your own little world. “yn.” he spoke louder catching your attention. “c’mon, tell me. does it feel good?” his eyes made eye contact with yours.

you nodded quickly. “yes jake.” your mouth was agape looking at how he completely devoured you. “so so good… holy shit i feel — i feel…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as your thighs started to shake.

jake knew if he kept it up you would cum on his tongue but he found the will to stop. as soon as that pleasure was ripped away from you your head shot up. “why… why’d you stop?” you choked out.

jake leaned up kneeling on the bed in front of you tugging down his sweats. “want you to cum on my cock.” his tone was hoarse as he felt the sweats he was wearing tight on his waist. he got off the bed pulling them down along with his boxers not realizing this would be the first time his best friend would see him vulnerable like that but he didn’t care.

he just wanted you. he’s been wanting you.

he kicked off his boxers climbing back on the bed in front of you. your eyes widened at his size. “oh God…” you gulped. “how… how is that… jake—” you cut yourself off.

he pumped himself noticing you started to panic. he leaned down over you trying to reassure you. “hey… hey it’ll be okay. i’ll go slow i promise. i…” he bit his cheek. “we don’t have to do this yn. we don’t…” he shook his head with furrowed brows genuinely worried about how you’re feeling.

you looked him in the eyes seeing his intentions, how he was worried for you, how he wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down. it will be okay.

you slowly nodded lying back down staring at the ceiling. “okay..” you whispered to yourself. jake leaned more over you wanting to know what was going on inside your head. you looked him in the eyes noticing the worried look on his face. “you’ll go slow?”

he nodded searching your face. “i’ll go slow, i promise.”

after a few moments of silence you nodded grabbing onto his shoulders. “okay i’m ready. just… just do it.” your eyes were shut tight afraid of what was to come.

jake didn’t like that.

“please, look at me.” he begged. you made a tiny noise before opening your eyes. “just keep your eyes on me, yeah? it’ll be okay” you had no idea why you were so nervous but reluctantly you nodded trying your best to keep eye contact with him.

jake nodded eyes moving in between yours looking down quickly to line himself up. you felt his tip touch your clit then lower slightly nudging your entrance. he shifted a bit pushing slightly to make sure he was doing okay before he looked back up at you. “going slow, baby. going slow.” the pet name genuinely calming you down.

you nodded showing you were understanding. it felt like your breath was getting knocked out of you as he entered slowly — so tortuously slow.

then you felt the sting. you couldn’t speak… couldn’t do anything but grunt, clench your jaw, and lean your head back as he pushed further in. you squeezed his shoulders before feeling tears prickle in your eyes. finally, you were able to utter something. “jake…” you groaned your mouth opened wide but nothing, only tiny whimpers of pain coming out.

“m’sorry… sorry i’m going slow im going slow. almost there baby almost there. you can tell me to stop.” he repeated in panic. he hated seeing you in pain especially when all he was experiencing was pleasure. “fuck..” he groaned trying to hold himself back.

you whined and whined before jake decided impulsively to just do anything to distract you. he placed his lips on yours softly allowing you to start kissing him back first. when you did he kissed sensually and slowly, not like earlier. it was soft and passionate as he pushed in further and further.

you still felt the immense sting as he stretched you out but it wasn’t as bad when his lips were on yours. you didn’t even notice that he had pushed all the way in before he pulled away. “i’m in.” he said breathlessly, the veins in his neck prominently popping out.

you look down at your centers connected before resting your head back. “feel so… full.” you groaned, still feeling that sting. the worst was over though. you thought. you decided to move your hands more towards jake’s neck as you moved your legs further apart. “you can move jake.”

he raised his brows. “are you sure? i can… i can wait.” he cleared his throat. you nodded with a verbal yes not wanting to be still for much longer. he took a deep breath. “okay… okay. m’gonna move.” he agreed before pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

you groaned, feeling that sting you thought was gone but it was less uncomfortable. he repeated his actions again and again and each time the sting slowly simmered. still there, but not as strong. your head tilted back as one particular thrust reached deeper inside you making you a strange sensation.

jake found his lips on your neck kissing gently as he fucked you slowly. he was holding back the urge to cum wanting you to reach that peak first. his groans sent butterflies in your stomach.

you opened your eyes looking down at you both once more not getting enough of just watching him disappear inside you over and over again.

you were at the point now where you were starting to feel extreme pleasure. that feeling of him stretching you out over and over again. you couldn’t get enough. “y-you can move faster.” you gasped clutching jake’s shoulders.

he groaned shortly gulping trying to keep himself from falling apart. “you sure? don’t wanna hurt you..” his mouth was open at the pleasure he was receiving as well.

you nodded. “please… please.” you moaned as he hit that same spot inside you. “fuck — feels so good please just — just need more.”

breathing heavily jake obliged moving faster carefully looking at your face to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable in any way only to find the opposite. your jaw was slack as he picked up his pace, your forehead sweaty, and tiny little whimpers and moans escaped your mouth. it was heaven on earth for jake.

he took that as his sign to move faster and faster, nothing but the sound of your skin slapping together and the movie playing in the background. your hands moved to his back trying to grasp anything as his thrusts became relentless. you still felt that simmer of pain but somehow it didn’t bother you in the moment. all you felt was that repeated nudge inside you over and over causing your stomach to tighten.

jake felt you clench around him. “fuck yn — are you… are you gonna cum? i’m really close, please. just… just give it to me.”

you pressed your lips together as you cried out feeling yourself contort in pleasure. you ended up clutching onto jake harshly leaving scratches that you were sure drew a bit of blood. your back arched as you fell apart beneath him.

a few seconds later, jake followed you. his thrusts staggered before he went still finishing deep inside you coating your walls. his head dropped onto your shoulder as he let out a loud groan.

the silence in the room was comfortable afterward. the air electrified by what occurred.

jake lifted his head up and gazed down at you with tender eyes as his heart was still racing. he hoped it was everything you imagined.

you looked up at him with the same intensity refusing to believe what actually happened. many emotions rushed through you before you smiled lightly.

he reached out brushing the hair out of your face. “you okay?” his voice was quiet, comfortably whispering.

you nodded your smile growing wider a quiet laugh escaping your lips. in that moment you felt like you both were in sync. “yeah.”

he let out a sigh in relief. “was i okay?”

you fought the urge to laugh once more. “more than okay.” your hands were still wrapped around him. “thank you.”

his eyebrows furrowed. “for?”

“for being gentle and patient with me.” you said quietly.

a look crossed over his face that you didn’t recognize. “you don’t have to thank me. i care about you yn… a lot.” he said, barely above a whisper.

you fought the urge to tear up as he said that. “i care about you too.”

in that moment, you realized you felt more and wanted more than just a friendship.

as if jake heard your thoughts, he slowly leaned down and connected your lips in a soft kiss.

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[madi-writes-things]

Stay… (Jake Webber X Reader)

Summary:

“I’m at the hospital” “What do you mean?!”

Word Count: 1,046

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Arguments, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Head Injury, Use of Y/N

You almost never fight, but everyone has their breaking point… and tonight appeared to be both of yours. It wasn’t even anything big. Jake had to go to an important dinner meeting, and you felt left out. By the time he got home you were already in a mood, which only pissed him off. He was just trying to help, but you refused to tell him what was wrong.

“It’s not a big deal.” you lied through your teeth. It hurt your feelings when he didn’t invite you to dinner, when you knew for a fact that the other influencers had brought their partners. “Don’t worry about it” your words were laced with venom.

A look flashed across his face that was unreadable, but his words quickly filled in the context. “Oh… so that’s what we’re doing?” He was really starting to get mad now. It was too late to tell him that it really didn’t matter, and that you just want to forget about the whole ordeal. “You refuse to tell me why your mad, and you just get pissy when i ask… I’m done trying to have a rational fucking discussion with you”

You knew that he was right, but his words just made you more upset. “I shouldn’t have to fucking tell you why I’m mad Jake, maybe if you thought about anyone other than yourself you could figure it out!” At this point tears were streaming down your face, and you could see that they had started to form in his eyes as well. You didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, but you also didn’t know how else to make him understand that he really hurt you.

“I can’t stand you when you act like this…” He turned to walk to your shared room as he said this. The pain in your heat grew tenfold hearing him say he couldn’t stand you. You knew he didn’t mean it, but that didn’t soften the blow. You immediately walked into y’all’s room and stated grabbing clothes from your drawer, quickly packing them into a tote bag. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He looked confused.

“Since you ‘can’t stand me’ right now, i figured I’d get out of your hair… I’m going to a friends house.” You watched as he tried to think of something to say, before eventually deciding to let you go. You both needed some space and time to reset.

You quickly packed enough clothes for a week, before going down to your car. You wanted him to stop you, but you knew that he wouldn’t. You don’t blame him, you knew he didn’t want you to go… but you also know that he needed space too. As you started driving you realized that you didn’t know where you were going, you decided to find a lot to park in and call a friend.

As you exited the highway you noticed that traffic was coming to a stop, so you started to slow down. A strange sense of panic rushed over you as you looked in your rear view mirror. Oh shit oh shit oh-

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You woke up 3 minutes later to EMS crowded around your car. You quickly roll your window down and ask what happened. As they explain what happened you reach up to touch your throbbing head, only to see blood on your hand as you pull it away. You got very light headed at the sight of the blood, and suddenly everything was dark again.

***

As soon as you got to the hospital you knew you needed to call Jake. You waited until thy were done with your exam, partially because you wanted to know how bad it was… but mostly because you were scared that Jake wouldn’t answer. How were you supposed to know that Jake had been crying since you left, just hoping you would call. The phone rang three times before you heard a sleepy voice greeting you.

“Y/N?” You realize that you didn’t responded fast enough when he speaks again. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m in the hospital.” Your voice breaks a little at the end, you haven’t stopped crying since you woke up in the ambulance. Unfortunately for the EMS people you refuse to talk abut anything other than the fight.

“What do you mean!?” This broke you, you couldn’t handle the thought of Jake being mad at you anymore. “Y/N, where are you?”

You told him what hospital you were at, and that you were okay. Jake was there in less than five minutes, you didn’t question how he got there so quick. As soon as you saw him you started crying… again. You could see the look on his face change from worry to relief to shock within three seconds of finding you. You understood why… the nurse had let you look at yourself in a mirror, and it wasn’t good.

Once he registered that he had found you, he rushed to you. “What happened, are you okay?” He reached up to inspect the bruises and small cuts on your face. You flinched away. It hurt to move your face, and someone touching it right now wasn’t something you wanted to think of.

“I’m so sorry… for everything” Jake quickly assured you that hew was sorry too, and that it wasn’t your fault that any of this happened. “They said that i could go home as soon as i got a ride.”

***

As soon as you and Jake got home he started making a bed on the couch. It didn’t register what he was doing at first. “You can take the bed, I’m sure it isn’t good to sleep on the couch after an accident.”

He was being so respectful, but all that you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. “Don’t…” It was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it, you didn’t know what to say. “Can you please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone.” He followed you to y’all’s shared bed, doing his best to hold you without upsetting a bruise. You fell asleep to him telling you how much he loves you, and you’ve never felt safer.

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I hope that y’all enjoyed it, feel free to send a request my way.

-Madi <;3

[writtenbyan-aries]

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, torture, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 5064 | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE

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The car was silent.

Your gaze was set out of the window staring into the darkness as it rolls by.

“So, what’s the game plan?” Sam asks breaking the tension filled silence. Jake shrugs, “Kill them.” He scoffs, “Get these two low lives off this planet.”

You clench your jaw, letting out a quiet sigh as you turn your head to look at Jake. You go to say something, but decide not to. You look back out the window, resting your palm against your cheek as your elbow meets the side of the door.

“Whatever you have to say, just say it.” Jake mumbles and you shake your head, “I’m good.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.” You snap, sighing after, “Just.. I’m fine.”

The rest of the drive was silent, every now and then Cody would start to come to, but Sam would take care of it.

It felt like forever since you left, your agitation growing more and more as you just wanted to be out of the car, away from Jake.

You were mad, mad that he kept such a big secret from you, blackmailing you into doing shit you know your life could end over, but at the same time, a part of you knew he would do anything to save you, keep you safe - and that’s what you clung to.

Did you hate him? No, not even close. You couldn’t hate him, even if you truly wanted to.

“We’re here.” Jake mumbles, putting the car into park, “Sam text-“

“Already on it.”

After a few second, the garage door opens and Jake puts the car back into drive, driving into said garage, “Come on. I’ll get Colby to help with Cody.” He looks at you, “Sam will take you down. Just wait for me there.”

You get out, walking over to Sam. You glance back as you walk down the steps and suddenly everything seems familiar.

This is where he brought you after the accident.

You look around, gasping when you see the chair you were strapped to when you finally came to.

“I’ve been here before.” You look at Sam and he nods, “Yeah, you have.” He looks over as Johnnie walks up, “Hey. You guys okay?”

Sam nods, “Yeah.”

You nod, “I guess.” You wipe your hands on your pants, turning as Jake and Colby drag the body through the door and over to the chair.

They both work to tie his wrists and ankles down, and Jake stands up with a sigh, “Y/n.” You look at him and he nods, “C’mere.”

You walk over to him, stepping into the one side room before he closes the door, “I need to know that we’re okay.”

You furrow your brows, “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Because I hid something from you, something you’ve been wanting for a while.” Jake shrugs, “It’s okay to be mad, but I just-“

“Are you really asking me if I’m going to turn you into the feds?” You scoff, “Do you want to check me for a wire, too while you’re at it?” You lift up your shirt and he pushes your hands down, “Stop.”

You cross your arms, “I’m in this, Jake. Whether I’m pissed at you right now, or not. You go down, I’m going down, too.”

He smirks slightly, nodding his head before he turns, “Alright.” You stop him, gripping his wrist to pull him back to you, “I do understand why you didn’t tell me, you needed something in return.”

He shake his head, “I would have found Cobra with or without that information, I just didn’t want you to lose your head when you needed to be calm.”

“So you were looking out for my wellbeing?” You tilt your head and he nods, “Yeah I guess, something like that.” His eyes look from your lips, moving up to your eyes, “Now you know.”

You nod, “Yeah.”

He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I’d burn the world down for you, remember that.” He walks away, opening the door, “Is he awake?”

You slowly walks out, eyes scanning out the bunker type room.

“Cobra is waking up. Cody, not yet.” Colby looks from Jake to you then back to him, “What’s the game plan, Webber?”

“Y/n.” Jake spins around, motioning for you to follow him. You trial behind him, glancing back as Colby walks behind you.

“This..” Jake opens a window on the door, “Is Cobra.”

You lean in, looking through the window. A guy with red faded hair is sitting in the chair, groaning lowly as he comes to, “What the fuck.”

“My advice.” Jake whispers, “Just be quick about it.”

You look up at him then down to his hand. Your eyes fixate on the knife that’s lying flat in his palm, “What do you want me to do?”

He gives you a shrug, “Whatever you want, baby. I’ll be right here the whole time.” His hand moves to the lock on the door, “Whenever you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath, picking the knife up from his hand, “Okay.”

Jake opens the door and as soon as you walk in, it’s like something took over you, “How much did he pay you?”

Cobra lifts his head, his face all broken and bloodied, “W-what?” He sighs, “No one paid me to do shit.” You walk over to him, your hand gripping his chin, “How much, did Cody pay you, to kill my brother?”

A smirk spreads across his lips, “I know you. You’re Ben’s little sister.”

You rip your hand away, gripping the knife in your hand harder, “Why’d you do it? Money?”

Cobra laughs, “Maybe I just have an act for killing people.”

Without any hesitation, you bring the knife up, stabbing it into his leg. He lets out a pained yell, gritting his teeth as he breathes heavy, “Fucking bitch.”

You twist the knife, “next one goes into your chest, answer my question.” Cobra huffs, “Fuck, fine. Money. Cody promised me money and a way out of the country.”

“He’s a liar.” You mumble, pulling the knife from his leg, “He’s just as dead as you are.”

“H-he’s here?” He asks, looking over at Jake and you turn his head back to you, “Don’t look at him, look at me. I’m the one talking.”

Jake was very impressed with you right now, very impressed.

“Aren’t you-you one of those fed bitches?” Cobra laughs, “Do you know what they do to bitches like you on the inside? They’re going to tear you apa-“

You stab the knife into his stomach, “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”

He cries out in pain, “Stop. S-st-stop”

“No.” You shake your head and pull out the knife, “I want to know how bad you want to live.”

“Fuck. You.” He spits blood and you stand up, “Okay. Whenever you’re ready to tell me I’ll come back and we can finish this.”

“F-fine, fine.” Cobra groans, “Fuck.”

You turn around, “Let’s hear it.”

“I want to turn my life around. I want- I don’t want to do this kinda fucked up shit anymore. I-I’m sorry about your brother. C-Cody gave me one hell of a sob story and an amount of money I couldn’t refuse.”

“Did you ever see that money?” You tilt your head and he shakes his, “No.”

“You weren’t ever going to.” You walk up, stabbing him twice in the chest, “But you are going to suffer until you bleed out.” You twist the knife before pulling it out and he groans loudly in pain, “F-fuck, all of you!”

“If you keep going, I’ll keep going. Up to you.”

Cobra looks up at you, his breathing ragged as he clenches his jaw.

“Nothing to say?” You tilt your head, “Aw, boo.” You pretend to pout, “Here I thought we were just getting started.” You smirk, turning around to hand Jake the knife, “I think I’m done here.”

Jake holds his stare on cobra before following you out of the room. He locks the door behind him, turning to pull you into a kiss, “You were fucking phenomenal.”

You smirk, glancing down the hall, “What are you going to do with him?”

Jake takes a deep breath, “Well, you said he doesn’t get to die easy, so I think, that means I get to make him suffer?”

You nod, pulling Jake back in for another kiss, “That it does.”

You felt powerful, nothing like you’ve ever felt before.

“Where-“ Cody groans, “What the fuck.”

“Show time.” Jake flicks his brows up, pulling you with him. You come to a stop as Jake keeps walking, watching as he moves to Cody, “Hey buddy. Remember me?”

Cody stares at him before his eyes shift to you, “What are you doing?”

“Don’t look at her.” Jake grabs Cody’s face and turns it towards him, “I just want to get to know you a little better, kind of pick apart your ego and try and figure out why you think you can act the way you do.”

“You’re all going to rot in prison.” He spits at Jake and Jake cracks him across the face, “Don’t fucking do that, or I’ll make it worse for you.”

“Just fucking kill me.” Cody groans, “do us all a fucking favor.”

“See, normally I wouldn’t hesitate, but since the woman said you don’t get to die that easy, I’m sticking with her.” Jake sighs as he stands up, dragging the knife up his arm, “With just a little bit of pressure-“

Cody gasps as the knife breaks his skin, groaning out in pain as Jake pushes it fully into his arm, “Oh look at that.”

Cody pulls his wrists, trying to break free, “Fucking- fuck, stop. Stop. What do you want?”

“What do I want? I want to see y/n happy. And that, my friend, calls for you dying a slow, agonizing death.” Jake pulls the knife from his arm, “Just like she wants.”

He moves the knife over to his other sem, and repeats the action.

“Fuck! Stop it!” Cody pleads, “I’ll-I’ll do- shit, please, I’ll do anything.”

“You know what you can do?” Jake asks as he stands up, “You can shut the fuck up.” He punches Cody, clenching his fist before doing it again.

Cody groans, his head hanging down as bloody drool falls from his swollen lips.

You walk up to Jake, “Just kill him.”

Jake looks at you, “Are you sure? I’m kinda having fun with it.” You look from him to Cody and Jake holds the knife out, “Do you want to do the honors?”

You look down, taking the knife from his hand and nod, “Yeah, actually. I would.”

“Nonono, y/n, please.” Cody begs, “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you, please don’t please please don’t I’m sorry I love you.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have even thought about doing what you did.” You bring the knife up, looking at the bloody blade before moving your eyes to Cody, “Where do you want it?”

“F-fuck, please, don’t do this.”

You plunge the knife into the right side of his chest, earning a pain filled yell from him, “Go-dammit!”

You pull it out, plunging it a little bit lower, “You mean nothing to me anymore. Nothing.” You pull the knife out, staring down at Cody and he whimpers, “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“Good thing you won’t need to worry about that anymore.” You plunge the knife into his chest one final time, listening to his choked gurgles before stepping back.

Jake moves up to stand next to you and you raise your brows, “What happens now?”

“You go home and pretend like none of this ever happened.”

You look over at him, “Wh- that’s it?”

He nods, “Yep. Go to work, work on the case. I’ll take care of this and then..” he pulls a paper out of his pocket, “These are a list of ways you can fake your death. Pick one and let me know what your favorite is.”

You take the paper and tuck it into your back pocket.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.” He nudges you towards the door and you walk, Jake following behind as he orders the others on what to do.

You make your way up to the car, getting in as Jake opens the door and he closes it. He walks around and gets in, “I’m going to be honest.”

“About?” You look at him as he backs out of the garage and he smirks, glancing down at you, “I didn’t think you had all of that in you.”

“Honestly, neither did I.” You laugh slightly, “Something just kind of came over me.”

“It was.. such a turn on.” He clears his throat, “You know..” he chuckles slightly as he reaches over to lay his hand on your leg, “You pulled a me.”

You look at him confused, “As in, killing, or?”

He shakes his head, “No. Do you remember what I said to you on the first night we met?” He looks over at you and you think for a second. Jake squeezes your leg, “I asked you how much you wanted to live.”

Your eyes go wide, “Oh, shit.” You laugh slightly, “I don’t even know where that came from, I just-“

“That’s not a bad thing, baby.” Jake cuts you off, “I think it’s pretty sexy that you’re using my own game.”

“So I don’t need to apologize for it?” You look over at him and he shakes his head, “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

You slide your hand over his, interlocking your fingers between his, “Are you staying when you get back?” He looks over at you, “Do you want me to stay?”

You nod, “even if it’s only for a little, I figured.. we could wash up together, or.. something.” You glance over at him and he smirks, shaking his head as he sighs with a smirk, “I think we can make that happen.”

You smirk, settling back into the seat, “So this list, you gave me..” you take a deep breath, “How soon is it going to be put into action?”

“Probably within the next few weeks, give or take. I still want to do my final hit on Trustado, I have to get rid of two bodies.” He gives your leg a squeeze, “Just hang tight, okay? If anything happens, you know I’ll get you out of there.”

You nod, “I know, I trust you.”

He looks over at you, “I love hearing those words come out of your mouth.”

“I’m sure you like to hear a lot come out of this mouth.” You tease, looking down at your hand. You gasp as the light flooding in from the street lights illuminate your blood covered hand, “I actually did that?”

“Okay, yeah. I was waiting for this.” Jake comes to a stop and looks at you, “It’s okay.”

You internally start to freak out, “I-I did.. that.”

“Baby. Look at me.” He reaches up, gently turning your chin towards him, “No one, and I mean no one, is going to find out. You’re safe. I got you.”

His thumb gently rubs over your cheek and you take a deep breath, “I-I-“

“Shh, it’s okay.” He leans over, wrapping his arm around you, “It’s.. shocking the first time. Once that adrenaline wears off, it’s tough, but you’re okay. It needed to happen.” He kisses your head, “We’re almost back to your place, okay?”

You nod, taking his hand and holding it tighter, “Okay.”

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As soon as you walked through the door, you were on Jake.

“Whoa, hey.” His hands grip your waist, “You sure you’re-“

“Just, come on.” You pull him with you, but he doesn’t budge. You sigh, tilting your head as you look at him, “Just.. do this for me?”

He nods, “Alright.”

He follows you into the bathroom, watching you strip your clothes off. You turn around, turning the water on and you look at him. He pulls his shirt up over his head and pulls you into him, “I know, you’re feeling a little wired right now about everything..” he kisses down your neck, “You look so hot with blood on you.”

You smirk, glancing at your hands before stepping away, “Come on, talk to me like that in here.” You nod towards the shower and walk back, stepping in while he undresses fully.

You rub your hands together, staring at the water as it turns red.

Jake’s hands trail across your lower back as he gets in, pulling the curtain closed behind him, “Don’t focus on that.” He reaches around, spinning you to face him, “Focus on me, alright, baby?”

You nod, your lips meeting his as your hands slide up to link your arms around his neck. He presses your back against the wall, groaning lowly as you bite down on his lower lip.

You tilt your head as he trails his lips down your neck, “You were so hot tonight, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, the way you held the knife, the way you used it.”

He chuckles against your skin, “The way you had them begging for their lives.” He kisses up to whisper in your ear, “You have all the power, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, gasping as he hoists your leg up.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel the tip of his cock slowly rub up and down your aching cunt. Right as he’s about to slip in, there’s a banging on your door that makes your heart beat out of your chest, “Fuck, what is that?”

“I think there’s someone at your door.” Jake sets your leg down and immediately brings your hands up to look at them, “you’re good, baby. I need you to answer the door.”

“But-“

He cuts you off, “You can do this, you have to. I need you to.” He nods, cupping your cheeks, “I’ll be right here.”

You take a deep breath, nodding as you turn your head as the knock happens again, “Okay. Okay.” You get out, wrapping a towel around your body as you make your way out to the front door.

You open it and the chief is standing there, “I’m sorry to bother you, at this hour, y/n.” You shake your head, “No, you’re okay. What can I do for you?”

“Have you by any chance spoken, or seen Cody? He never showed up for his shift and we can’t seem to get a hold of him.”

You shake your head, “I haven’t seen him since I left the office yesterday.” You put on a worried facade, “You don’t think he’s drinking again, do you?”

“That’s what I’m worried about, if you hear from him, see him, at all, please tell him to call me.” The chief glances in behind you, “Again.” He looks at you, “Sorry to bother you, have a good night.”

You nod, “I will, I’ll try and call him myself.”

The chief nods and walks away. You watch as two other officers follow him down to the cars and leave. You let out a sigh as you close the door and turn around, “They were just looking for Cody.”

Jake nods, “I heard.”

You swallow, eyes trialing down from him to the floor.

He walks over, “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You need to sleep.” He bends down, picking you up into his arms and you rest your head on his shoulder. He takes you back to the room, setting you down on the bed before moving to get you clothes.

“Here.” He bends down, helping you get dressed, “Are you okay?”

“I’m scared.” You whisper quietly, “What if-“

“They don’t look at you like a suspect, baby.” He reaches up, cupping your cheek, “You’re their star agent, okay. You have nothing to worry about, and even if you did, I’d deal with it for you.”

You nod, turning to crawl up into the bed. You lay on your side, listening to the quiet shuffle of Jake getting dressed before climbing in behind you.

“Just rest, my love.” Jake presses a gentle kiss to your head, “I got you.”

His thumb gently strokes over your arm, relaxing you enough to allow you to drift off to sleep.

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Ａ ｆｅｗ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｌａｔｅｒ

“So as we all know, the Killionaire case has grown cold, no new leads. No deaths.” The chief sighs, “We had an agent resign due to the idleness, but that doesn’t mean we stop looking into this.”

“Sir, has there been any word on Heathers?” One of the officers, Adams, asks and you get a chill down your spine.

Chief shakes his head, “Sadly, no. There hasn’t been any news on Cody’s whereabouts.”

“Nothing?” Adams scoffs, “Y/n, you and him were close, he didn’t tell you anything?” You shake your head, looking back at the officer, “The last time I seen him was the day before his disappearance and that was here.”

He nods and shakes his head, “That’s just so weird, you don’t think the killionaires got to him do you, chief?”

“We haven’t ruled anything out, quite yet.” The chief looks around, “Stay alert, keep doing patrols, but until then, take care of the cases that come in day to day, okay?”

The door to the conference room opens and McAndrews peaks her head in, “Chief, a word?” He nods, waving everyone off as he walks to the door and leaves.

You sit there for a second, trying to quiet your mind before standing up.

“Hey, y/n.” Adams walks up, “I’m sorry if it felt like I called you out.” You laugh it off, “No, I mean, Cody and I did spend a lot of time together. I just..” you shrug, “I think he’s drinking again.”

“He had a drinking issue?” Adams furrows his brows, “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, he, um. When I was here for that one other cold case, he was on it pretty bad. I helped him, but I think the stress of this case maybe pushed him back into it? I don’t know, but I hope not.”

Adams nods, “Yeah, yeah. Me too.” He sighs, “I just hope they find him soon, he was a good friend. I’d hate to see anything happen to him.”

You nod, “Right, I completely agree.”

The door opens and the chief comes back in, “Um, alright. Okay.” He clears his throat, the look of defeat resting on his face, “I was just informed that they found Cody’s body right on the outskirts of town.”

Gasps erupt from everyone in the room and tears well in your eyes.

“Is he dead?” Adams asks and the chief hesitates, but eventually nods, “We have a coroner on the way out there now, as soon as I know more, we’ll let everything know. Until then, keep your heads on, because this could in fact have been a strike from the killionaires letting us know they’re still out there.”

You turn to Adams and he pulls you into a hug, “I’m.. so sorry, y/n.” He sniffles and you hug him tighter, the guilt completely eating at you, “I’m so sorry.”

He rubs your back, “He was a good guy. Fuck, I can’t-“ he leans back, wiping his face, “Why him?”

“I don’t know.” You wipe your cheeks, “Excuse me, I think I’m going to go throw up.” You lay your fingers on your lips and quickly make your way out and into the bathroom.

You spend a few minutes by the toilet, dabbing your mouth with toilet paper before flushing and walking out to the sink.

As you’re washing your hands, McAndrews comes in, “Are you okay? I saw you run in here, I’m sure this is such a shock to you.”

You shrug, “I- all I can think about is how Ben is going to react.” You look over at her, “I put in a request for him to call me, but as soon as he does, I’ll find you. They said it should be some time today.”

You nod, “He’s going to be so upset.”

She walks over to you, wrapping you in a hug, “I’m so sorry.” You hug her tighter, “I’m sorry. He-“ you sigh, pulling lies from within, “He was a good officer. He was such a good guy. It’s so unfair.”

“I know, I just hope they fucking nab these assholes, they’ve taken enough away from everyone.” She leans back, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, okay?”

You nod, “Same for you.”

She walks you out of the bathroom and the chief stops his conversation and walks over to you, “Want to step into my office for a minute, sweetheart?”

You nod, breaking down into more tears and he walks you in, “I’m so.. sorry.” He rubs your back, “I know, you probably don’t want to deal with these questions right now, but, did he seem off to you in anyway?”

You shake your head, “We had a little spat in the one room the day before because he thought I was seeing someone else, but he apologized to me a little later and then we were fine, or at least I thought we were.”

“Right, right.” Chief nods, “He didn’t speak about doing anything to harm himself or anything?”

You shake your head, “Oh no. Not at all, chief, I really don’t think he would ever do that.”

He nods, sighing as his phone rings, “Okay. I’m going to head out to the scene, if you or anyone need anything, don’t wait to call.”

You nod, “Okay, thank you.”

He walks out and you follow him, making your way to the conference room where everyone is consoling everyone.

The tv switches on, and to no surprise, news outlets are already broadcasting the story.

“This just in, Officer Cody Heathers has been found dead just outside the city line. As of right now, we don’t have much information, but as soon as we find out more, updates will come.”

You were haunted.

The rest of the day, no matter what you did or how hard you tried to get your mind off of Cody, you had people coming up to you, reminding you of everything.

You wanted to leave, you wanted to get out of there with your tail between your legs, but you couldn’t. You were second guessing everything, worrying about whether or not you’d be finally considered suspicious.

You knew you were going to have to be questioned by the investigating party, but you just needed to hold it together until then.

At the end of the day, you were itching to go home. You needed to speak to Jake about a few things.

You were ready to get out of there as soon as you possibly could.

You drove home in silence, mind racing faster than you were driving. As soon as you pulled up to your house, you felt a sense of relief, mainly knowing Jake was inside waiting for you.

You got out, jogging up the steps and unlocking your door. You stepped in, smiling as you felt hands slide over your waist as you closed the door.

“Rough day?” Jake asks and you spin around, “One of the best officers in the office was found dead, it wasn’t a good day.”

“For them, how are you?” Jake tilts his head and you let out a sigh, “I’m.. okay.”

“Ready to talk about the other thing? The you getting out of here thing?”

You nod, “more than anything.” You lean up, pressing your lips to his, “I’m just going to go change and-“

A knock on the door cuts your words short and you look at Jake, “What should I do?” You whisper, “Should I answer it?”

He shrugs, “Could be an officer who’s investigating the scene.” He nods, “Get it. I’ll be back there.” You nod, turning to open the door. It was someone you’ve never seen before, not dressed in a police uniform, “Hi, can I help you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He pulls a gun out and you back up as he walks forward, “You scream, or make any other noise, I’ll pull this fucking trigger, we clear?” He kicks the door closed and you nod, your hands raised by your head.

“You won’t be doing shit.”

“Oh, ho. Just the man I was looking for.” He turns the gun on Jake and shakes his head, “Where’s my brother?”

“If you’re talking about Cobra..” Jake clicks his tongue, “You’ll be lucky to find him before some random hiker in the woods does.”

The man cocks his jaw, “Hmm, okay.” He moves, wrapping his arm around your neck, the tip of the silencer pressed to your temple, “See, where I’m from.. we lose one, we take one.”

“She has nothing to do with it.” Jake shakes his head, “So just put the gun down a-“

“Fuck you.” He tightens his arm on your next and your hands fly up to try and pry him away, “P-lease.”

“Begging isn’t going to flatter me, sweetheart.” The guy chuckles and Jake’s jaw clenches, “Don’t fucking call her that.”

“I can do that I want, I’m the one holding the gun, so if you don’t want me to use it, right now, you’ll tell me where my brother is.” The gun presses into your head harder and you whimper, “No, plea- I-“

The guy pulls you back, slamming you into the wall, “Shut up!”

He pulls you forward, slamming you into the wall again and you let out a groan.

“Enough.” Jake’s voice grows louder, “Just leave her out of it.”

“I’m sick of hearing you talk.” He point the gun at shake, a silenced shot following his words and Jake groans, his hand slapping over his abdomen, “Fucking hell.”

“No!” You cry out, watching as blood drips onto the floor. Your attention turns to the guy holding you hostage, “P-please, please.” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally muster up words.

“I’m pregnant!”

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I had to add a bang to this chapter (no pun intended lol) so let me know what you think! 👀 I love you all so much, thank you so much for reading and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[nicksbestie]

Hey Pooks, I have another self-indulgent request…

I’m coming up on a year clean of SH, there’s no way I could have gotten this far without my friends. I was curious if you could write a fic about Jake/Johnnie either helping the reader during the healing process or celebrating her accomplishments during recovery.

I’m sure that you have a lot of requests at the moment, but I absolutely adore your work.

-🫠

Recovery - Jake Webber

Summary : Recovery is an incredibly hard process, but your best support system are your friends <3

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : mentions of self harm, read at your own discretion!!!!

Word Count : 829

A/N : this was such a heartwarming request :( i'm so proud of you anon!!! as someone coming up on two years of being sh-free next week, i know firsthand how difficult this can be!! you're doing great, keep going!!! <3 to anyone struggling or needing someone to talk to, my anon box is always open, and so are my dms. you're never alone!!

Addiction is so difficult. It is arguably one of the hardest things that a human can go through. And with that, recovery becomes nearly impossible in a lot of cases. 

You had been struggling with a self harming addiction for a long time, and had finally gotten onto the stable path of recovery. You knew firsthand just how difficult this was, and had fallen into many relapses before you had gotten to the point that you were at right now. If someone had told you a couple of years ago that you would be here, right now, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. 

You knew there was no way that you could’ve gotten to the point that you were at now without your closest friends. They had been your support system through everything, not turning away or ever making you feel bad about it when you had been deep in addiction. They had always been caring and loving, making sure that they were there whenever you needed or asked them to be.

You could think of so many times off of the top of your head when they had genuinely be the best people in your life. Your family wasn’t incredibly supportive, blaming you more than anything else, so that had left you with just your friends. Grateful didn’t even come close to covering how you felt for them. 

There had been a time when you had been relapsing, badly, and trying to hide it, feeling that there was the chance of your friends being upset with you, the anxiety and shame of what you’d done completely clouding your judgment. In your panic, you’d forgotten that Jake was due to be coming over that afternoon, and when he let himself in, you freaked out.

However, instead of the angry reaction that you had been anxiously expecting, Jake had been gentle, kind, and overall more than you had ever hoped for. You’d never had someone sit down with you, letting you cry your feelings out, and help you clean up. He sat in the bathroom with you, keeping gentle pressure on your wounds, halfway hugging you in between adjusting his hold, and making sure that you were sitting steady. He’d gently helped you bandage up the cuts, making sure that all of them were clean.

His hands, despite being large, were incredibly accurate and soft. You didn’t feel any excessive pain, but that may have been due to how out of it you were. You’d stopped crying by this point, but you were now exhausted, and didn’t feel good. Jake cleaned up the blood with no complaints, waving you off when you tried to help him. After that, he had pulled you into another hug, before gently settling you on the couch, cuddling with you for a while and making sure you ate something.

He refused to leave your side for many days after that. He stayed next to you, making sure that you were aways comfortable, had something to eat and drink, and took your meds, because he could tell that you hadn’t been taking them. He ordered food whenever you needed some, and never made you do more than lifting a finger to do anything. He had been your biggest supporter for years, but this week really brought the two of you even closer than you had ever thought you would be.

There had been another time where you had called him over, desperate for someone to distract you, and you swear he had never driven his car faster. He had stayed on the phone with you the entire time, getting there as quickly as possible, and had wrapped his arms around you, sitting with you to make sure you couldn’t do anything drastic. There were a ton of days that you would swear he saved your life, and both of those incidents fell under those days.

So that lead you to now, tears on your waterline, threatening to fall as you stood inside your front door, seeing a large balloon blown up in the shape of a “1” in your kitchen, Jake standing there with a huge smile on his face and a cake. He had promised you months ago that he was going to celebrate your year anniversary of being clean when you got there, but you hadn’t thought you would ever get there. You hadn’t thought that he would remember either, so you were shocked when you walked in to this. 

He immediately hugged you, making sure you didn’t cry, and began to cut the cake. It had “One Year!” written on it in curly red icing, and he passed it to you with a small card. It had his scrawly handwriting on the inside of it.

“I’m so proud of you!! One year down, many to go. You’re incredible.”

You had a huge smile on your face by this point, incredibly proud of yourself as well. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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texts from babydaddy!chris part 2.

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[stefans-brock]

colby brock

new years kiss!

summary: after multiple attempts of your best friend trying to set you up with her boyfriend's best friend, his best friend finally confesses his love for you.

it was sunday night, new years eve. you were at your best friend, katrina's apartment. the both of you stood in her bathroom, standing in front of the mirror as you both applied your makeup for the night.

"i still don't know what to wear?" you mention whilst rummaging around in your makeup bag to find your eyeliner. you hand katrina the tube, the routine of her doing your eyeliner now becoming a regular reoccurrence, as you found it a struggle to do on yourself.

you sat on the bath ledge as she stood in front of you. "you can borrow anything of mine" she says, concentrating on the task in front of her. "but that white dress you brought over was so cute" she continues.

she brings up the eyeliner to your eye, and you close your eyes, making it easier for her. in two swift motions, she does a wing liner for both eyes.

"i bet colby will love it" katrina tries hiding a smile by tucking her lips in. "kat!" you shake your head at your best friends bluntness. "what, he will!" katrina exclaims.

"you're unbelievable!" you giggle, leaving her alone in the bathroom, now making your way into her bedroom. "i'm trying it on!" you shout.

you take off your hoodie and shorts that you were wearing and put on the short, white, lace dress you had brought along with you as an option for tonight.

"kat, come in here!" you tell her as you look at yourself in her bedroom, full-length mirror. she walks into the room, holding an eyeshadow in one hand whilst her another hand is occupied with putting eyeshadow on her lid.

"i love it!" she gasps. "you look so hot, y/n" katrina states. you bit your bottom lip whilst admiring the dress, "you don't think it's too much?" you ask, turning around to face katrina. "no, it's perfect," she reassures you.

"i guess this is it then." you take one more look at yourself in the mirror before following katrina back into the bathroom, "how're you thinking of doing your hair?" she asks. "just gonna straighten it," you reply, plugging in your hair straighteners.

"they won't be able to keep their hands off of us," katrina chuckles, making you shake your head.

after both of you had finished getting yourself ready for the night, you were both cleaning up the mess made in the bathroom whilst waiting for the boys to come pick you both up.

when the doorbell rang, you quickly announced that you would get the door.

you made your way to the front door and swung it open. sam standing in front gave you a hug, "hey y/n," he smiles before walking around you to get inside.

colby was stood behind sam on his phone, but once sam moved, colby looked up - his eyes meeting yours. you gave him a smile as you discreetly scanned his outfit - black dress pants and a white dress shirt that had the first few top buttons undone whilst hair laid messily, some hair strands laying on his forehead.

"hey" he grins, "you look good," he says nervously before he follows sam. you look down at your outfit with furrowed eyebrows - just good?

"y/n-?" you hear katrina say. "yeah?" you shout back, turning around to the three of them now looking at you. "have you got everything?" katrina asks. you give her nod. "yeah, let's go guys" you squeal as you lead the way out.

just as katrina was locking her door, you realised you had forgotten your purse. "i forgot my purse!" you face palmed.

katrina sighs before turning around to you, she throws you her key. "lock up after" she states, you nod in response as you watch sam and katrina make their way down.

"you can go, you know, i'll be straight down," you direct to colby as you turn the key to open the door. "it's okay. besides, it's too early to be third wheeling them, " colby laughs. "in that case, i don't blame you," you smile, opening the door wider for colby.

"my bag's just upstairs, i'll be quick" you say before running up the stairs - or running the best you can in the heels you were in.

you grabbed your purse off of katrina's bed and made your way back downstairs. once you had made it to the downstairs hallway - you saw colby, taking off a mirror selfie.

he realises that you're watching him through the mirror reflection, so he turns to you, "wanna take a picture?" he asks. "uhm- yeah, sure" you shrug, making your way over to stand beside colby.

you look into the mirror and see colby biting his bottom lip before he shuffles discreetly closer to you. he let's his arm losely wrap around your front whilst his other hand held up his phone. he had titled his head, so he was looking at you. you felt the heat of his eyes burn into your skin as you looked at him through the mirror.

"you look beautiful," he whispers with a smile. you turn your head to look at him. he drops the hand holding the phone and stuffs his hand into his pocket of the dress pants he was wearing. he then steps closer whilst his other hand goes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

your eyes had lost themselves in his blue ones, as the two of you stared lustfully at each other.

after what had felt like several minutes - though only a matter of a few seconds - colby took a step back before clearing his throat, "we should go" he announces, making you nod your head in agreement. "yeah, let's go"

after you locked up katrina's apartment, both of you made your way to the parking lot, colby kept his hand on the small of your back, leading you to sam's car.

once reaching the car, colby moved his hand from your back to the car door handle. you frowned due to the loss of his warmth touch.

"you okay?" colby asks as he watches you, his eyebrows furrowed. your eyes widened whilst you looked up at him, realising you had gotten lost in thought. "yep, all good." you smile before giving him a thanks for opening the door. you climb into the other side of the car, taking a seat behind sam, who sat in the drivers seat. colby then followed in, sitting behind katrina, leaving the middle seat empty between us.

katrina called dibs on the aux as sam began driving, and colby turned his attention to his phone as he noticed the couple in front talking.

feeling bored, you rested your hand under your chin and looked out the window. anticipating for when you'd all arrive to the club.

whilst staring out the window, you feel colby shuffle around in his seat. looking out in the corner of your eye, you see him sliding over to the middle seat. he nudged your leg with his, waiting for you to turn your head around - and so you did.

you gave him a hum as you waited for him to speak up. "look at this," he says, pointing his phone towards you. you look into the phone as he plays a tiktok for you.

it was an edit of a tiktok from when him and sam lived in the traphouse - in the tiktok was also you and katrina, dancing to a trending song at the time. "you were terrible at that," you giggle after you'd watched the short clip. "blame that on the supposed teachers," colby shot you a look, and you returned the same look. "a teacher can only do so much if their students are -" you take a second to look him up and down, "well you," you grimaced playfully before letting out a small scoff.

colby shaked his head, "next time, try harder, sweetheart." colby winked before sliding back to his original seat. you directed your middle finger to him before dropping your hand down on your leg. you hear him chuckle before you turn your head again, looking out the same window.

you, colby, katrina, and sam had been friends for a long time now. you had met katrina a few months after she had started to date sam. so naturally, you joined their friendship group. you were especially close to the three you were currently in the car with. ever since meeting katrina - nearly six years ago - she would take any chance she could to try to set you and colby up. at first you never saw colby as anything more than a best friend but as time went on - you finally realised you had feelings for him. you were well aware that katrina had told sam about your feelings, but you didn't mind as much as he didn't tell colby about it.

after the short drive to the club, the four of you piled out of the car. colby helped you by covering you as you stepped out - pulling the hem of your dress down. "thank you," you say embarrassed, knowing your cheeks were growing a deep shade of red. "it's all good," he shrugs before taking your hand, "shall we?" he asks. you peek over his shoulder to see katrina and sam already walking in, "yeah, lets go." you began walking in the direction that you saw your friends walking in. colby was walking behind you, whilst your hands were still intertwined.

but once you had reached the entrance to the club, you saw paparazzi blocking the door snapping away with their cameras. you turned your head behind you to seek security off of colby.

colby understood the plea in your eyes and stepped in front of you, guiding you through the crowds of paparazzi. "excuse me, guys" he calls out whilst still having ahold of you.

during the many years of knowing sam and colby, you'd never seen paparazzi swarm them like this. katrina had now left sam's side and made her way inside alone.

when you looked up at colby, you realised he was talking to one of the men holding a camera. you gave the camera man a smile before turning away from the camera. your eyes fell and focused on yours and colby's hand - you tried pulling your hand out of his grasp, but that only made the grasp colby had on your hand tighter.

"and whose this?" you hear the man say, pointing his camera at you. your eyes shot up to colbys before he let out a chuckle. "she's - we're just -" colby begins stuttering before turning his head to the side once he hears his name being called out by sam. "sorry man, we gotta go" colby gently pushes past the crowd until you both reach safely inside.

"that was crazy," sam shakes his head. colby only nods at him before turning to you. "sorry about that, you okay?" he asks, you give him a nod, "it's not your fault, " you smile before turning to look at sam and katrina. "shall we guys?" you ask them. katrina eagerly squeals before taking your hand, running off with you into the crowds of drunken people.

katrina drags you onto the dancefloor, which was further down from where sam and colby stood.

you both give each other a glance when you realise the dj is playing 'promiscuous'. you and katrina joined in with the crowd on the floor and began dancing.

as the songs continued playing on, sam eventually made his way over to you both, holding three plastic glasses. two were cupped in either hand whilst the third was being held up by being in between his teeth. "here you go, ladies," he pipes up as he approaches beside you.

you give a thanks before taking a glass out of his hand. you knock down a shots' worth before wincing at the burn in your throat. "is this straight vodka?" you grimaced. sam takes the glass out from between his lips before chuckling, "yeah, sorry, that's mine" he says, reaching out with that same glass. you shook your head at the glass, "i'll keep this," you inform him. "you sure?" he asks. you give him a nod in response before moving beside katrina, who hasn't stopped dancing. only then does she stop dancing, taking a glass from sam.

your hips don't stop swaying to the music as you reach your hands above your head. you start singing along to the song, 'buy u a drink' you giggle as you watch katrina dance against sam, sam resting his hands on her waist whilst he whispered in her ear.

finding the couple sickeningly cute, you looked away from them. your eyes instantly falling on colby, who was already staring you down. he leant against the bar, with two others. jake and corey. they must have just arrived. moving your eyes back onto colby, you realise his lips are slightly parted. one of his hands held a drink whilst his other regularly ran through his hair. you turned your head back and focused on dancing with your friends.

katrina swayed her way over to you before whispering in your ear, "he's been staring for a while," she shouts before pulling away. she gives you a wink before moving back beside sam.

you look back at colby, his eyes now lay on a blonde, who was approaching him. he smiled at her as she began talking to him. the blonde played with her hair as she stood in front of him. you then notice jake and corey leave colby's side, the two of them shaking their heads at colby.

you huffed at the sight before finishing off your drink, settling it on a nearby table. you had lost sam and katrina in the crowd, so you started dancing alone until you felt someone come up behind you.

"what's a girl like you doing dancing all alone?" a deep voice says. you turn, looking up at the man. he gave you a smile before asking to join you. you gave him a nod as you slipped colby a look.

like the first time, he was staring at you. but this time, his eyes were narrowed whilst his eyebrows furrowed. he was chewing on his inner cheek whilst fiddling with his silver rings.

you pushed him out of your head and turned your attention to the man dancing with you.

"so, did you come alone?" the man asks. but before you could reply back, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you.

your front collided with a familiar chest. you looked up at a furious colby, "the fuck she did" colby shouts. you looked up to those blue eyes and brushed yourself off of him. "what're you doing?" you ask, returning the same tone as him. "what do you mean 'what am i doing?', what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts over the music once again.

"shit bro, i didn't know she had a boyfriend." the man speaks up, you shoot him a look. "i don't," you shake your head before turning to colby.

"you're ao fucking annoying, y'know that" colby shakes his head before grabbing your wrist again, leading you both somewhere quiet. "colby, get off me," you complain.

colby had dragged you into a hallway that was quiet enough but still echoed the music that played.

"what was that?" he asks."nothing, i was just dancing," you shrug. "you can't tell me what to do, colby" you shake your head as you cross your arms over your front.

colby scoffs to himself before moving to stand in between my legs. "look at me" colby's voice comes out as a whisper. "when do i ever wear white?" colby asks, "fuck, when do i wear anything that isn't black" he says again.

"i'm not getting the point to this -" you shrug.

"i asked kat what you were wearing tonight, i wanted to match with the girl i was gonna share my new years kiss with, i wanted to match with the girl i was going to ask to be my girlfriend tonight" he shakes his head.

"i'm in far too deep when it comes to you, y/n" he sighs as he lets his forehead rest against yours. "i didn't want to see some other dude's hands all around you, and i lost it, i'm sorry. i fucking ruined it" he curses.

you gulped down the lump in your throat as you look up to colby's blue eyes. "colbs" you whisper. he hums before looking at you. "you haven't ruined it," you assure him.

the both of you stand there in silence with smiles plastered on your faces.

the echo of a ten second countdown is heard from the hallway, making you and colby widen your eyes.

"three" colby chuckles. "two" you giggle. "one" you both smile into a kiss.

"happy new year, colbs"

"happy new year, sweetheart"

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if you have any requests, please send them in!

doesn't just have to be colby! 🫶🏽

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[jakevwebber]

hamzah is a sexaholic smut

this has been sat in my inbox for ages but i have had NO motivation to write and the hamzah smut has been dry as fuck so here u gooo👏🏼

ONE MORE FOR ME - hamzahthefantastic x fem/reader

his breath was heavy and his groans were getting louder and louder

“your so beautiful baby” his hand holding your face while thrusting into you

my hands were running through his hair pulling slightly

i look down to see where he was when his hand pressed down on my stomach making my whole body squirm

“look at how deep i am inside you , this , body all mine baby , mine “

i look away arching my back from the bed , he grabs my face making me look at him

“who’s body ? “

“yours hamzah always”

he let go of my face smiling and coming closer to give me a deep intimate kiss

my body was slowly giving up on me , this was round 3 , i couldn’t hold much longer

“baby i can’t “

“yes you can come on”

i took a deep breath before saying stop multiple times

“if you wanted me to stop that bad you would have said lulu” he grabbed my body pulling me over to ride him

my hands resting onto his chest rocking back and forth leaning down to kiss him holding his head in my hands staying in the same place while moving back and forth again

i lean back up moving up and down my hands on both of his thighs keeping my balance

he couldn’t stop himself but to move forward slightly to massage my boobs

one hand moving down to my clit helping me go over the edge and his mouth connected to my nipple sucking hard

my moans and his whimpers screaming throughout the room making sure everyone around can hear

“hamzah it’s too much”

“your nearly there sexy” he said looking up from my nipple with his deep brown eyes gazing at me making me push through my orgasm

“i’m gonna cum baby” hamzah groaned loudly

he let go of my boobs moving to lay back thrusting into me and me still moving up and down sending us through an incredible orgasm

he finished and so did i , i got myself of him laying down next to him breathing heavily laying in silence

“that was so so incredible , your so amazing i love you so much”

he looked at me kissing me crazily and began kissing my chest , then my stomach then both sides of my thighs getting closer to my heat looking up from in between my legs

using his finger to wipe the cum from me that we both created licking it and sucking his finger

“i can’t do anymore i feel so weak baby” i say tiredly

“one more for me? “

incredibly sorry for no posts hopefully this feeds the rest of the hamzah community since nobody wants to feed me lol 😔👏🏼

[ikyoudreamofme]

memories-chris sturniolo

C/W:death, loss of a loved one, possible hints to suicide.

A/N: I apologise in advanced, I nearly cried writing this, listen to the song while reading it puts you in your feels. I’m sorry this I’ll make it up to you at some point. I’m proud of this one though

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When you die the brain replays seven minutes of your life.

past

You and chris stumble into the house laughing hysterically, your hand grasping into his bicep to help you climb up the stairs before toppling over onto the floor. Chris laughs louder clutching his ribs as he heaves in a dry breath. You had no memory of what was so funny just that it was creating a memorable moment between the two of you.

~🎞️~

A knock on your door pulls you out of your doom scrolling forcing you out of the warmth and comfort of your bed the cold air hits you painting goosebumps across your arms. Chris stood at the door with a big smile across his face when you open it, a big bouquet of flowers, your favourite, in his hands. You smile stepping out in the bitter cold wrapping your arms around him tightly being careful of the beautiful orchids in his hands.

~🎞️~

You hold the keys in your hand standing in front of the door, chris beside you “you gonna open it?” He hums placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod bringing your hand up unlocking the door with a click pushing it open. The fresh smell of the house, your house, fills your senses. Chris walks in behind you, his hands find your waist as he dips his head to your ear whispering “welcome home baby.”

~🎞️~

It was the annual summer fair that took place in a random field in the middle of July. You,Nick,Chris and Matt had all arrived, splitting up to go on separate rides or play a festival game. You were walking away from a carnival game a big smile wipped across your face as you carry a teddy bear Chris had won you walking hand in hand with chris towards the ferrets wheel. You sat down placing the bear, which you had named billy, on your lap waiting for chris to sit beside you. Everyone had got on the ride and you slowly made it to the top. The bright sky sprayed purples,pinks and oranges blending in with the clouds, the sun resting on the horizon, it was beautiful. You watch the clouds move across the sky in awe your hazel eyes glowing in the sunlight chris couldn’t look away he thought you were gorgeous, the women he would marry, the women who would carry his children you were the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he knew it. He brings his hand up to your jaw pulling your stare away from the canvas in front of you, he had a soft look on his face, a look of love. Chris took a long inhale before speaking “ I love you y/n so much” Chris spits out quickly but slow enough for you to hear. Your eyes widen eyebrows raising ever so slightly smiling at him before leaning in to press your lips together. The kiss was slow and passionate, you pull away whispering “I love you too.” Resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you.

~🎞️~

Chris was a well known YouTuber with 7 million subscribers on his channel with his brothers, he kept most of his life private including his relationship with you, he knew how his fans could get and how parasocial some of them can be. You and Chris had been together for a year and 6 months and chris could easily say it’s been the best 18 months he’s had in a while and he feels comfortable sharing your relationship or parts of it. You wake up from a nap picking up your phone seeing numerous notifications from instagram and tiktok. Opening them you see a photo of chris laying on your chest, your hands in his hair it was a photo you took not too long ago. He had tagged you captioning it with a simple heart. Every refresh of the comments there was at least a hundred more of fans going crazy congratulating chris and loving that he’s happy it made you smile, you leave a comment, the same heart he had captioned the photo with.

~🎞️~

It was movie night, every week you and Chris would make popcorn and get loads of sweets and sit and watch a film in his room. You lay under the covers in one of Chris’ hoodies your head in his chest arms wrapped around his waist. Chris’s arms wrapped around you protectively, his hands trailing shapes across your thighs. This was your favourite moment of the week a time when you can relax in the arms of the boy you loved, the boy that made you feel so safe and so loved you were happy because of him.

~🎞️~

It was your first halloween with chris, one of your close friends was throwing a halloween party and you planned to have a couples costume with chris. After many disagreements you both agreed on Steve and Nancy from stranger things, you threw your hair in a ponytail and put your costume on walking up to Chris. After a mini photoshoot you left for the party excitement rushing through your veins, parties were your scene you loved them and Chris knew it very well.

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present day

Chris was dressed in a black suit your favourite flowers in his blazer pocket, pink ones, his hair was a mess like he had ran his fingers through it over and over. The surrounding of his eyes were dark and dead his pupils dilated and bloodshot from the thousands of tears that had left them since that day. The day he never wanted to come especially so soon. He walked out of the room his heart beating louder with every step he took closer to the stage in front of the crowd of people who sat teary eyed in front of him, some were already sobbing. He looked over at the coffin on the right of him the teddy he had won you sat on top of it with flowers placed around him.

Chris took a deep breath before reading off of the paper layed in front of him. “I never thought I would have to do this so young and so soon but y/n was such a big part in my life in all of our lives she always made me smile and laugh, she brought happiness to anyone who needed it, she found a way to make everyone’s day better… especially mine she made my life perfect like it came out of a romance book.” Chris choked on his words taking a second to hold back his cries “Whenever I was tired of stressed she would be there to help me through any struggles I faced. Her laugh was funnier then what made her laugh in the first place and her smile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everything about her was so beautiful, so perfect. She was a great friend to anyone especially my brothers Matt and Nick who loved when she was around nearly as much as I did. she made everyone feel welcomed and happy. She was the daughter,friend and girlfriend everyone needs in their life and I’m so happy she was in mine. I love you so much y/n our memories will be forever I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you when you needed it. Goodbye sweetheart.” Chris finishes, he was now crying hysterically tears pouring out of his eyes as he walks off the stage, the audience crying with him. Matt and Nick walk up to him crying too embracing chris in a much needed hug.

[iamchildofaphrodite]

SAM GOLBACH x GHOST!Reader

sypnosis: in where you contact your paranormal investigator boyfriend who isn't over your death.

tw: death, language, violence, MAJOR angst, fem!reader

"WHAT'S UP GUYS, IT'S SAM AND COLBY!" You hear Colby speak across the room, reciting their intro for their Youtube video.

How many times have you heard them say that same intro again? You haven't been keeping count. You've only been tagging along with them at dozens of haunted locations for the past 12 months—

That's when reality struck you again.

"Oh yeah, I've been dead for twelve months now," you chuckle.

It's been a year since you've passed away from a car accident. And since then, you've been attached to your boyfriend and your boyfriend's best friend who indulges in the paranormal.

Naturally, you found it very difficult to accept. Imagine, you lost your life, which was filled with the most valuable memories and connections you tried your hardest to keep, and it was all gone in the blink of an eye.

It was difficult to think about. It was unbelievable; unimaginable.

Before you knew it, you found yourself at the hospital. Everything before that was a blur.

You tried to get some of the nurses' attention, yet to no avail.

You tap the shoulder of a male doctor, yet, he ignored you.

"Excuse me? Hello—" you start to mentally insult the man, until a certain blonde haired boy caught your eye.

Sam sat on a bench that was outside one of the rooms, his eyes were bloodshot red, and his faced flushed the same color.

Beside him was another boy with dark hair, his hands covering his face. That was his best friend, also your friend, Colby.

You ran towards them, trying to catch their attention.

To make them look at you. To get them explain everything to you. Anything.

"Sammy!" You called his name before you took a seat next to him at the edge of the bench.

"Sam!"

"Colby!" You poke out your head to face the other boy.

Both of them ignored you.

You start to get irritated as you run your hands through your hair, threatening to pull the strands out. Why isn't anyone talking to you?

Your patience was about to snap. You reach your hand out to grab Sam's blonde hair.

Lo and behold, it passes through his head.

You stand up, startled. "What the hell?!"

You cover your mouth with the same hand.

"Sir," a voiced called to Sam. “Time of death: 10:11 PM."

You and the other two snap your heads at the voice of the doctor.

More tears flow down Sam's eyes like he hasn't shed enough.

"No way..." you hear his voice crack.

Colby wraps an arm around his best friend, doing his best to comfort him and himself. He needed to be strong for him; He was the shoulder Sam could cry on.

"I'm very sorry for your loss." The doctor smoothes his coat before he walks away with his head down in pity and guilt he somehow felt.

Regardless, you still had doubts. You still had a thought at the back of your mind that this could just be a prank. You had a gut feeling, but you knew all too well to never trust it.

You walk towards the room, and just before you could walk through the door frame, your legs give up at the scene in front of you.

You saw your own pale face, and blood soaked clothes. Your body rested on the hospital bed. Many doctors and nurses around you with a downcast look on their faces.

It was definitely you. It was undoubtedly you.

You felt your soul separate from your body.

That was the day you died.

You shake your head, realizing you zoned out. Who knew ghosts still had the ability to zone out too?

"And today, we are at the haunted location of—" Sam says with his utmost excitement and enthusiasm to the camera. He appeared content. Keyword: appeared. His face and hair were neatly groomed, and he held a charming smile. His blonde hair glowed with a golden hue that shone despite the surrounding darkness of the haunted location. He resembled the Sun, amidst the vast vacuum of the universe, endlessly radiating, providing warmth and light to those in need who scatter and reflect them in return. Notwithstanding that, if you peered closely enough into those sea-blue eyes, you could see your own face burned in the orbs, beneath the sadness he so tried to conceal.

You knew he blamed himself.

He felt liable for your demise. He thought he could've, should've done something. If he didn't make you leave that night, he would've stopped the sorrowful events that followed. He let you walk out of his house that night; and that resorted to you walking out of his life. Had you still been alive, things would've been so different. You would've been beside him—not as a ghost, but alive. Guilt ate him up inside out, and despite all the what-ifs, he can't do anything about it. You were gone. He could've killed, cried, prayed to God for all of eternity—done everything in your name. But you'd still be dead. He pled himself guilty for a crime he didn't commit—because in his heart, he believed he had. In the face of all his pain, he knew that it would never rival yours.

You longed for his warmth—his touch. Being a ghost didn't leave you warm in any way. Sam was your everything. And you missed everything.

After following them around the location for a few hours, it was finally time for both your favorite and least favorite part of the paranormal investigation: The Estes Method. At first, you loved it—another opportunity, a chance at finally reaching your boyfriend from the spirit world. But most of the time, that same hope almost faded, hence why you disliked it just as much. They always thought it was some angry ghost, threatening them. Not once did they consider that it could've been you.

Your words came through the device jagged and broken, lost in static and distortion. You couldn’t blame them for misunderstanding. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

"Sam? Sam Golbach!" You call out, trying to get your voice over all the radio signals. "This is your girlfriend—"

It was Colby wearing the headphones and the blindfold, while Sam was the one holding the camera, listening. Two brains, and still, nothing made sense to them.

"Uhhh... Is—your—and—" Colby repeats what he heard, which were all just fragments of what you originally said. "It's all static, man."

Sam just continued watching, his eyes narrowed in focus. His grip on the camera was tight as his mind was still set that an angry spirit was speaking to them, and not you.

Almost on the verge of giving up, irritated, you groan, "This is Y/N guys!"

Colby visibly flinches, frantically prying the headphones and the blindfold off. "Dude. I swear to fucking God—"

Clearly panicked, Sam quickly helps Colby as he almost drops the camera in the process. Distress was evident in his eyes. His mind was racing, spinning, thinking of all the possibilities what the "restless spirit" might've said.

"I swear, on my life, dude," Colby glanced at sam, his gazed filled with hope and distress. He nearly couldn't believe it, but he was too sure of what he had heard.

"That shit just said 'Y/N'."

Sam couldn't believe what just dawned on him. It was almost unbelievable. It was the same sort of feeling he had when he learned of your death. This was nearly unreal for him.

"...You're kidding." Sam's voice broke, and it sounded as though his heart wasn't already broken enough.

In an attempt to comfort himself and his best friend, Colby places a hand on his shoulder. "I promise I'm not, Sam."

Sam sets down the camera close by, and once he turns to Colby, tears well up in his eyes, threatening to flow like a dam that is about to burst.

"Y-Y/N?" He croaks out, like it was almost too impossibly painful to call out your name. It seems as though uttering your sweet name is taking all his vigor.

You slowly approach him, each step becoming heavier and heavier as you go. The world seemingly came crashing down, either of you knowing if it was a good or a bad thing.

The fortress Sam built around him has fallen like it was never real, contrast to the amount of time he'd spent on it, trying to hold it up. All those months spent attempting to move on from you were in vain. He had the same hollow ache in his eyes as he had that day. He’d spent months building a castle out of glass, convincing himself it was stone—only to watch it shatter at the sound of your name.

Colby rushes to him, his own heart breaking for his best friend's pain. That broken look Sam held was too much for him. He reaches out a gentle hand to his buddy's shoulder, soothingly rubbing indistinguishable circles in the name of comfort. He embraces the blondie, as both of them helplessly kneel on the ground.

You look down at your boyfriend, his back facing you. He shook, trying to compose himself, aware that he's failing miserably.

"Y/N," he calls out, surprising you as he finally acknowledges your presence. You could feel your own tears well up, desperately blinking like you're trying to keep them at bay.

Sam croaks out. "Is it really you? Are you here?" He sounded crazy, insane, even. He looked so desperate, desperately looking for any sign of you. His sobs come out restrained, broken, and painful. Grief had its claws and it was dragging itself through your boyfriend's throat. At the same time, the wound you thought you'd healed had rehashed itself.

You break into your own fit of sobs as if it were the only things holding you up. You embrace Sam, your hands touching absolutely nothing. Sam speaks out again, his heavy breathing in between words. "I miss h-her. I m-miss her, m-man...!"

Your arms around nothing becomes tighter before Colby patted Sam's back in a brotherly manner as he tries to compose himself. He held himself and Sam up, but a wave of shivers running through his spine does not go unnoticed by him.

"I'm sure she knows, I'm sure..." Colby says with a shaky sigh, as his eyes go directly through you—not to you—but through you. He was almost subconsciously aware of your presence, yet he couldn't totally wrap his finger around what was truly going on. He senses something there, but also not there. You were too out of reach to comprehend.

You whisper sweet nothings into Sam's ear albeit knowing he couldn't hear you. You knew damn well the silence would meet you. Hope is a cruel habit.

For a few minutes, Colby holds Sam in his arms as he continues breaking down. They decided that it would be better if they cut the recording for now, as it already took a mental toll on Sam.

As you watch them stand up, you helplessly stay seated on the floor, feeling empty if that's even possible. If spirits could feel nothing, you were the proof they could.

As they take their equipment, the sounds were locked out. The noise and quiet conversation between the two of them were distant—almost like you're underwater. And when the door closes with a click behind them, you stayed in that room, your figure still as a statue. You could feel the room around you exhale from the tension—but you don't.

And in that moment, a flicker of regret curls inside you. It was quiet but sharp. This haunting—how ironic—the pain, the scene unfolded to you, the tears in Sam's eyes which is impossible to recover from, it almost made you wish you’d moved on.

[megameatymatt]

Step By Step - Matt Sturniolo

summary: Matt finds out about y/n's ED relapse

WARNINGS: e@t!ng d!sorder, swearing, throwing up, gagging, crying, self-hatred/insecure, feelings of hopelessness, overthinking

If you or anyone you know is dealing with an ED or substance abuse, call or text:  1-800-662-4357.

word count: 766

requested?: nope

A/N: I was feeling sad so all of you must suffer with me. Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

Pink: Y/n

Blue: Matt

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Matt knows you've dealt with an eating disorder in the past. He wasn't there during it, but you've talked to him about it and answered some of his questions. It didn't make you any less perfect in his eyes. To him, all that mattered was you being okay. But you weren't.

Four years later, you feel like you're falling back into it all over again—all the progress you've made, discarded within just a couple weeks.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and wish someone different stared back at you. You pinch at the skin on your thighs, stomach, and arms and wish the fat would disappear.

You sob silently. How can someone hate themselves so much, How couldn't you hate yourself so much, Y/n? Look at you, just look at you! You're lucky matt even stays. Thoughts circle around your head like a halo. Leaving you in nothing but shatters.

You walk to the toilet, shove a finger down your throat, and gag

The cycle begins.

Two weeks later, you walk into your kitchen to find Matt standing there. "Good morning, angel, I'm making pancakes. How many do you want." The thought of putting food in your mouth makes you sick. "Um, Matt, I'm not hungry." Matt frowns. "You love my pancakes, baby, what's the matter?" you shuffle through your brain, thinking of an excuse. "I'm full from last night, Y'know, the pizza." You, Matt, nick, and Chris had had a movie night. The boys ordered pizza and snuggled up on the couch as you all giggled.

"I watched you the whole night, Y/n, I didn't see you take a single slice," he says, flipping a pancake. "In fact i haven't seen you eat much at all lately, You alright?" Eat? How can he suggest such a thing? doesn't he want me to be pretty? i wanna be good enough to wear a bikini. I wanna be good enough to wear skin tight dresses, i wanna be good enough for him.

You shake away these thoughts trying your best to keep your composure. "I'm good, just give me one okay?" you say letting out a sigh. He smiles "Comin' right up princess" He hands you a plate with a pancake, syrup, whipped cream and some strawberries. Matt has already started digging into his own plate.

just a few bites Y/n, just let Matt think you're okay

You pick up your fork and knife with shaky hands, cut yourself a piece and quickly shove it it your mouth. Your body wants to immediately reject it, but you take a few more bites.

As soon as you swallow your first bite, it flies back up your throat. You get up and run to the bathroom. Matt follows you with concern. "Are my pancakes that bad?" he says, running after you. But as he walks into the bathroom. He notices how frail you've become. Tears are running down your eyes, and he finally realizes. You finish puking and flush the toilet and lean against the wall, almost lifelessly.

A few tears escape Matt's eyes. How could he be so stupid? how didn't he put it together? It was so obvious. He could've helped you. Why would you do this?

He runs out of the bathroom to get a glass of cold water, then quickly comes back to hold you. The only thing that could escape from his mouth was "Why"? "Just look at me, Matt, I hate it, I hate my body so fucking much, Matt, you don't even understand," you say, trying your best to yell, tears running down your face.

Matt is completely taken aback "But you're so beautiful, baby, You're hurting yourself. You were doing so good." You sob in Matt's arms, barely able to speak. "I-I'm sorry, Matt. I just wanted to be pretty." Your words felt like a knife in Matt's stomach.

''I tried so hard to fight it, Matt, I didn't want to go down this path again. I promised you I wouldn't. The words spill out like vomit, "But I did it anyway, Matty." You whine, "And it's worse than before. I'm so ashamed Matt. I'm sorry i'm putting you through this" Tears rush you your face, and you're shaking uncontrollably. The knife in Matts stomach only gets pushed deeper and deeper. "I'm sorry i never noticed Y/n, i'm so fucking stupid. The signs were so clear, i could've helped you." He wipes the tears off your cheeks. "But i'm gonna help you now baby." "I can't Matt" "we're gonna do it together okay? Step by step, Y/n. We'll be just fine"

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[teapartyprincess4two]

Call Out My Name- J. Webber

pairing: OFcreator!reader x CoStar!Jake

classification: angst, smut

inspiration: request1, request2, Call Out My Name by The Weeknd

warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, mention of online sex work, use of y/n, jealousy, slight cursing, Daddy kink, arguing, possessive!Jake, FWB (kinda?), slapping, cream pie, camera usage, somewhat pervy/ gross side character, smoking & alcohol

summary: When you film a video with somebody else, Jake’s jealousy takes over.

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Your whole life you’ve been known to tell a good lie. You’ve never been necessarily sneaky, you’ve just always been a good actress; a good pretender.

That’s why it’s easy to pretend that Kevin, the man on top of you, is making you see stars. He’s jabbing his penis inside of you like a double edged sword, managing to make every angle less pleasurable than the last.

You put on the performance of a lifetime, but only because the cameras are rolling. A red, blinking light stares back at you to taunt you; to let you know that it’s not over until he’s done.

So, you arch your back off the bed, kiss all over his body, wrap your legs around his waist, chanting words you don’t mean. Words along the lines of, “It feels so good,” “Just like that,” and “Faster! Harder!”

The whole time, as Kevin pounds into you at an ungodly, un-pleasurable pace, all you can think about is Jake. Jake always managed to make you feel good even when the cameras were off. Yet you somehow always find yourself under subpar men.

A loud grunt, and a sweaty forehead against your shoulder pulls you out of your trance.

“Holy fuck that was good!” Kevin groans, his voice choppy as he attempts to catch his breath. His entire body collapses on top of yours, suffocating you under his weight.

This is your grand finale, the big show!

You let out a high pitched moan, claw at his back, and shake beneath him (as much as his weight will allow you) as you praise his hard work.

“So good! Fuck! I’m coming!”

You sit in the moment for a while, uncomfortably adjusting yourself under Kevin as the camera continues recording the awkward silence.

Finally, when you decide this entire interaction needs to end, your palms press flat against his shoulders to push him off of you. His body rolls onto the opposite side of the bed, chest still rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his high.

You throw on a robe and walk over to the camera, turning it off and looking expectantly at Kevin. He smirks at you, misreading your expression completely.

“Already ready for round two?” He chuckles. “Couldn’t get enough of the stallion, huh?”

He stands up and begins walking over to you while stroking himself, ready to engulf your frame in his arms.

You scoff, picking his clothes up from the floor and shoving it into his chest. “Let’s see how many views this gets. Then I’ll think about it.”

Kevin wears a dumbfounded expression as you kick him out of your house. You’re definitely NEVER collabing with him again, no matter the views.

—

Loud music bumps through the club speakers. A cold drink sits in Jake’s hand, the same drink he’s been nursing all night.

All week he’d been looking forward to a night out with his friends, but now that he’s actually here, he’s not sure he’s enjoying it as much as he thought he would. Maybe it’s just because you haven’t arrived yet.

Kevin stands across from him, retelling stories that everyone is only half-listening to. For as long as Jake has known him, he’s hated Kevin. Everything from the way that he walks, talks, dresses, and even the way that he name drops all of his collabs.*1

As an online sex worker, Jake knows that collaborations between creators are no strings attached and meaningless (for the most part at least). But as Kevin says your name, and describes in detail how good the sex was, Jake can’t help but feel jealous.

“I had her in every position you can think of,” Kevin boasts, holding his arms out as he thrusts the air. “I don’t think I’ve ever made someone cum that fast either,” he continues, pretending to slap ass as he continues his gross display.

Jake scoffs, unintentionally gaining Kevin’s attention.

“Jake! You’ve filmed with her before, right?” Kevin asks.

Jake’s done more than film with you, but he’s not the type to show off. “Yeah, we’ve collabed here and there.”

Kevin jabs Jake’s side, “So you know how tight that pussy is then.” Jake’s heard enough, he shoves Kevin away from him and downs the drink that was still in his hand.

He sucks in through his teeth, slamming the glass onto a nearby table before pushing his way out of the club. “Fuck’s his problem?” Kevin says in confusion, watching as Jake disappears outside.

Jake doesn’t know why he’s so upset, or even why he’s jealous in the first place. He knows you’ve had sex with people other than him, it’s literally your job, but for some reason it gets under his skin ever time.

The thought of you under another man —even if it is just for work— and enjoying it makes him see red. Sometimes he wishes your relationship wasn’t so transactional, that he could have you all to himself even when the camera wasn’t rolling. But he’s forced to accept the fact that what you two share is purely business.

Jake now stands outside of the club, back against a rough brick wall as he tries hard to think of anything other than you. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, craving the burn that smoking brings him to distract his mind. He’s quick to light the stick and take a long drag from it, blowing in the general direction of an approaching figure.

The street is dimly lit, causing him to squint his eyes until you finally come into view. It’s almost like his jealousy summoned you.

Immediately you notice Jake, excitedly skipping over to him as quickly as your tight leather dress will allow you. “Got one for me?” you ask, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his cigarette.

You look so happy to see him, but his face doesn’t mirror your expression. He’s quiet, trying to keep to himself as much as possible before his mind inevitably reminds him of Kevin’s words.

He pulls another cigarette out, watching as you place it between your lips and wait for him to light it for you.

“How come you’re not inside?” you ask through puffs of smoke. Jake can’t stop looking at your lips, reminiscing on all the times you wrapped them around his cock while a camera was pointed at your face.

“It was getting loud in there,” he replies simply, before mindlessly continuing, “Plus I couldn’t listen to Kevin keep talking about how good it felt to fuck you.”

You grimace at the mention of his name. “Kevin’s here?”

Jake’s jaw clenches, fingers flicking the cigarette onto the floor. “Don’t sound too excited,” he scoffs with an eye roll.

What the fuck? You choke on the smoke, coughing loudly as you reply, “I’m not?”

“Whatever, let’s just go inside. Everyone’s been waiting for you.” Jake’s pushes off the brick wall, ready to walk past you and into the club, but you stop him by standing directly in his path.

“Move, Y/n,” he grits, stretching his neck out to avoid eye contact.

“No. Why are you being so pissy?”

“I’m not. Now move.” Jake tries walking around you, but you just scoot over and block him again.

“Jake,” you say sternly, trying to pull his attention to you, he’s upset and stubborn. “Look at me.”

Finally, he meets your expectant gaze, and the look in his eyes is one you’ve only ever seen during sex. “C’mon, wouldn’t wanna keep Kevin waiting,” he grumbles, a clear displeasure evident in his tone.

Finally, it clicked.

“Are you jealous?” You tease, chuckling slightly. His expression shifts from annoyance to embarrassment, mostly because he never thought you’d catch on or that he made it so obvious.

“You’re jealous!” You exclaim, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Once again, he scoffs, but he’s terrible at hiding his embarrassment.

“Aw Jake, don’t be jealous,” you tease.

“Video did get a lot of views though.” It’s true, the video brought a lot of traction to your account, but so did every single one of your other videos.

An idea pops into his mind at the revelation, but you don’t give him time to respond before you’re turning on your heel and excitedly walking into the club.

—

All night you’ve been working towards making Jake more jealous than he already was. All you had to do was stand close to Kevin, chat him up a bit, and pretend to be interested in whatever he quipped back. Kevin was definitely getting the wrong idea, but if it got you closer to Jake, it didn’t matter.

Jake’s eyes have been glued to you from the moment you entered the club, trained on your every move. His blood is boiling, his jaw is clenched, and his fists are bawled.

He needs to come up with an excuse to get you alone as quickly as possible, just so you two can make a video of your own. Honestly, he’ll be content for some alone time with you even if the camera isn’t involved.

Jake watches in jealousy as your hands grip Kevin’s bicep, supporting yourself as you throw your head back in laughter. Surely Kevin isn’t that funny.

Kevin’s arm manages to escape your grip and slither around your waist, his hand resting on your ass before squeezing it. You know Jake’s watching, so you let Kevin put on a show.

When Kevin slaps your ass, loudly and proudly, Jake decides he’s seen enough. So, he walks over to you without a real plan, but he’s being fueled by rage and jealousy.

Jake leans down in front of you, whispering into your ear, “Meet me in the parking lot.”

You struggle to hear him over the music and Kevin’s hold on you makes it hard to scoot in closer to him.

“What?” You whisper shout.

“Meet me in the parking lot,” Jake repeats, gritting his teeth and sending an unreadable look towards Kevin.

He’s quick to dismiss himself from everyone else, bidding his goodbyes as he walks out into the parking lot. As you watch his brooding figure disappear, your thighs subconsciously clench together. For some reason, the miserable, possessive aura that radiated from him was causing a heat to grow within you.

After some minutes, you make up an excuse as to why you need to leave. Something along the lines of, “I have an early day tomorrow.” Luckily, no one questions your excuse, or the way you giddily skip out of the club, not even Kevin.

When you exit the building and round the corner into the parking lot, you spot Jake leaning against the hood of his car. A cigarette sits between his lips, the lit end blinking with each inhale.

“No Kevin?” He says with a sly grin.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “I can go get him if you want?” You turn on your heels, pretending like you’re going to walk back into the club.

“I was kidding,” he grumbles, pulling your body into his roughly. You slam against him, your crotch hitting his already erect member.

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, both hands landing on your ass. He squeezes firmly, massaging your skin repeatedly.

“Why’d you call me out here, Jake?” You ask, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt.

“You know why,” he hums, applying pressure to your back until you’re basically grinding.

You decide to tease him, knowing that he’s so unbelievably horny that it’ll work him up even further. “I don’t know why, Jake. Care to explain?”

He’s still grinding himself into you, his breath becoming heavy with every passing second. Jake’s mind is going crazy with the thought of you on the back of his car, camera in your face, praising every inch of his body.

Jake’s head falls onto your shoulder, mouth latching onto the skin of your neck in a soft, sloppy attack of kisses. “Just thought we could… you know, make a video of our own,” he murmurs against your skin.

You want to give in, to take him right there in the middle of the parking lot, but you know that the further you push him, the greater the reward.

“We’ve made enough videos. They don’t bring in as many views as my other ones…” you say, stifling a moan. It’s a lie, but he doesn’t have to know that. Your videos with Jake are easily the most popular on your account.

“… As my videos with Kevin.”

Jake’s lips come to a halt, hands becoming stiff on your ass.

“Yeah?” Jake says.

“Yeah.” You reply, a stubborn underlying tone in your voice.

He unlocks his car, opening the back seat. “Get in.”

“What?” You laugh, slight confusion written on your face.

“You heard me,” he growls.

As you begin crawling into the backseat, his hand lands a firm slap on your ass.

“We’re gonna see how many views we can get you.”

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Even though this is what you’ve wanted all night, now that you’re in the backseat of Jake’s car, you feel nervous. You’ve filmed videos like this before, yet you feel like a virgin anxiously awaiting to be touched.

Because you’re in a car, you have none of your camera equipment, so you’re wondering what Jake will record this on.

“C’mere,” Jake murmurs, catching sight of the way you anxiously play with the hem of your dress. “What happened to all that confidence?” He teases as you make your way onto his lap, finding a comfortable position over his crotch.

Instinctively, you grind onto him, but his hands are quick to stop you. “Uh uh. I’m in control, baby.”

“You were acting like a stupid brat. You think brats deserve to be rewarded?” He asks, pulling his phone out of his one pocket. You don’t answer, but you don’t have to because he does it for you, “They don’t. They get punished.”

The phone’s flash shines in your face, a clear indicator that he’s started recording. Suddenly, you become shy, because even if this is what you do for a living, it always feels more vulnerable and real with Jake.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips as he swiftly maneuvers you so that you’re lying across his lap. Your tight dress has managed to ride past your hips at this point, providing Jake the perfect view of your ass which he gladly captures on camera.

“You know what happens to brats, Y/n?” Jake asks, his unoccupied hand massaging your thighs and ass.

Your voice is squeaky as you try not to get lost in the feeling of his hands all over you, “Mmm— No.”

Suddenly, he delivers a quick slap to your bum. You weren’t expecting it, and you’re so lost in the moment that all you can manage to do is squeal.

“You like that?” He taunts, focusing the camera on the red handprint that’s forming on your skin. You bite your lip and nod your head, batting your eyelashes at him. Not only did you know that this would rile him up, but you actually did like that.

“Fucking brat,” he grits. Jake’s hand lands on your ass again, only slightly harder than before. The sting courses through your body, eliciting the smallest moan from you.

He delivers another slap. “I won’t stop until I know you’ve learned your lesson.” Slap.

You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your moans and whimpers. But it’s no use, you’re enjoying this much more than you’d care to admit.

If it weren’t for the wetness that formed in your panties, you might’ve allowed this to continue all night. But, as he continues delivering slap after slap, all you can think about is the erection that is poking at your stomach.

So when he proposes the question, “Have you learned your lesson?”

You’re quick to reply with, “Yes. Yes, Daddy.”

The pet name flips a switch in Jake. It’s the first time anyone has ever referred to him as that, and he’s instantly addicted.

“Say it again.”

You crawl back into his lap, sitting right above his crotch. Your fingers weave through his hair and tug the strands.

Slowly, you lean close enough for your lips to graze his. “I learned my lesson,” you whisper, “Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he whimpers. Suddenly he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to remain in control. There’s something about the way the word sounds coming from your sultry voice. It has him weak.

You grind onto his cock as you connect your lips with his. The kiss is sloppy, needy, and tastes of desire. Jake’s completely forgotten about the phone, tossing it to the side and allowing his hands to roam your body.

His strong, rough hands travel from your ass to your boobs, pulling the dress down until your breasts are free. He hungrily latches onto your nipples, sucking and nipping at the sensitive buds until your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Your body continues gyrating against his, the material of his jeans providing you with the slightest relief. It still wasn’t enough, though, you needed to feel him, all of him.

You pull his face back up to yours, capturing his lips in another heated makeout session. Moans and groans are swallowed by the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You’re breathless, but the kiss is so much better than oxygen.

One of your hands begins palming him through his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper in an attempt to free his cock.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg against his lips.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good,” he grunts, watching as you pull his pants down. Jake’s cock springs free, precum already leaking from the red, swollen tip.

As you pump him slowly, spreading his natural lubrication along his shaft, he uses one of his fingers to pull your panties to the side. The fabric pushes against your clit and the pressure is soon replaced with his fingers as he circles the bundle of nerves rhythmically.

You’re quick to position yourself over his cock, sitting on the tip momentarily before sinking down on it completely.

“Jake— fuck!” You moan, throwing your head onto his shoulder. Jake’s size always manages to overwhelm you.

You’re about to start bouncing on his dick, but he stops you with strong hands on your waist.

“That’s not my name.”

Rutting your hips in response earns you yet another slap to the ass.

“Don’t be a brat. Say my name,” he growls.

You clench around his girth, desperate for some sort of relief as he continues to hold you in place.

“Say.” Slap. “My.” Slap. “Name.” Slap.

Your asscheek is red and stinging, the need growing deep within your core. “Jake?” You tease, feigned innocence laced in your voice.

In an attempt to reposition himself, he bucks his hips upwards into you. You whimper at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix.

“Wanna act stupid?” He asks, mostly to himself. He grabs the long forgotten phone, its flash once again illuminating your exposed body. “I’ll fuck you stupid then.”

In one swoop, Jake lays you on your back in the backseat. Your tits jiggle against the fabric of your dress that’s pooled beneath them, an excited giggle being the only thing keeping you from moaning.

“You won’t think shit’s funny when I’m done with you.”

His large hand slithers up your body, wrapping around your neck as he begins pounding into you relentlessly. Small hands wrap around his wrist as you try adjusting to the feeling.

He’s fucking you so fast, so good. Muffled and strained moans ring through the car, harmonizing with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

Jake’s still pointing the camera in your face, capturing your fucked out expression perfectly. He expertly angles the camera down to your wet cunt, biting his lip at the sight he’s met with. His length plunges in and out of you repeatedly, squelching as it’s coated in your slick.

“Jake— I—,” you stutter through your words, the euphoric feeling of his dick suffocated between your walls clouding your mind with lust.

He pulls out of you completely, immediately missing the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, but he needs to teach you a lesson.

Your hips lift from the leathery cushion beneath them, chasing his cock in a hungry haze. You whimper and claw at the wrist that’s wrapped around your throat, begging desperately for him to stuff you again.

“Say my name,” he commands. Your nose scrunches in indignation.

His grip on your throat loosens, that same hand traveling down to his aching cock. Jake teasingly traces the tip along your cunt, earning another hip buck from you.

“You know what to do, baby,” he teases.

“One word will give you everything you want.” He slaps the tip against your throbbing clit. You want to continue playing this game, but you know you won’t last long.

You sit up, propping yourself up on your elbows. The camera has the perfect view of your face and your pussy that clenches around nothing.

Your eyelashes bat against your cheeks as you bite your lip. “Please, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

As soon as the pet name leaves your mouth, Jake is diving back into you in a hungry frenzy. The force pushes you back onto your back. His pounding thrusts have you seeing stars, his tip kissing your cervix each time.

“Was that so fucking hard?” He grunts. One of his hands grips your waist, providing him with the leverage necessary to continue fucking you deep and hard. The other hand, is focused on filming every beautiful second of this. From the way you look wrapped around him, to the way your mouth falls open because of the sheer pleasure coursing through your veins.

His grunts bring you closer to the edge, especially when mixed with the filthy words that fall from his lips. “Did Kevin fuck you this good? Did his dick have you squirming and whimpering like this?”

You’re too fucked out to respond, causing Jake to pound into you even harder than before. “Hmm? Did he?”

“No, Daddy. No one fucks me this good— fuck!” Your eyes screw shut as he fucks you at a particularly delicious angle. “Only you do, Daddy. Only you.”

You feel your climax approaching quickly, so you slither your hand down to your clit. Your fingers rub circles into the sensitive bud as you chase your high.

Jake’s orgasm must be close too because his hips stutter and his movements become sloppier, a string of curse words and moans melodically falling on the skin of your neck.

“I’m coming!” You squeak.

Your legs convulse and shake as your orgasm washes over you, your core clenching around Jake’s cock as he continues pushing and pulling inside of you.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby. So, so good,” he praises as your plushy walls continue clamping around his dick.

He’s so unbelievably close, all he needs is to hear you say his name one last time. “Say my name, baby. I’m so close.”

You chant the pet name like a mantra, kissing his sweaty chest and shoulders repeatedly to help him reach his orgasm. He loves the way you say it and would gladly listen to you say it forever if he could.

Jake’s hips snap into you one last time as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint your insides. A breathy, animalistic moan racks through his body as he collapses onto you.

For the first time in a long time, the weight of a man’s body on you doesn’t feel suffocating. Instead, it feels comforting and you’d love for him to remain this close to you for as long as possible.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. So, as you both recover from the powerful orgasms that just surged through your body, he pulls out of you slowly.

You immediately miss the feeling of him inside of you and as he turns the phone off, you find yourself wishing you were still under the spotlight, because maybe then the moment would last longer.

You sit up and adjust your dress. “Hope you got your footage,” you comment, attempting to sound nonchalant. “It’ll get a lot of views.”

Jake pulls his pants up, sending you a bewildered look. “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m sharing this,” he chuckles.

Your brows furrow in confusion, a slight twinge of embarrassment painting your expression. “Was it not good enough?”

As you await his response, you crawl into the passenger seat. He follows suit shortly after, joining you in the driver’s seat.

“Was it not good enough?” He scoffs, restating your question like it’s an insult. “It was too good.”

A blush forms on your face. You don’t know what it is about Jake that always makes you feel like a giggly teenage girl.

“It was too damn good, baby. And Daddy doesn’t like sharing.”

Instinctively, your thighs press together. He always managed to rile you up within seconds.

“You’re mine, don’t forget that. I’m greedy,” Jake states.

You nod your head slowly.

“And whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets.” His right hand rests on your thigh as the other works the steering wheel. *2

“Yes Daddy,” you whisper, earning yourself a squeeze. If it meant he’d fuck you like he just did, you were going to continue calling out his name.

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MASTERLIST

a/n:

okay so I’m writing Arranged CH.2 rn, but this idea just came to me based on the two requests (linked). Also, I need a smut break tbh I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING FLUFFY AND/ OR ANGSTY. which is what Arranged is perfect for 😏

I’m trying to gain the motivation to write frequently again so I can post more, but it’s a process. I’m getting there guys.

Thank you my sweet anons for these reqs (linked), hope you enjoy!!!

- L.A.M.B 👼🏻💗

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1* Kendrick V. Drake, thoughts? Personally, I’m team Kendrick 🤔 the songs are too damn catchy

2* I know he says “whatever daddy wants, daddy gets,” as a joke, but let’s pretend he says it to get us all worked up. okay? Okay.

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … jake woke up with a deep desire for you

⍟ … you felt jake stir in bed beside you. you felt the warmth of his body as well as the warmth of the duvet wrapped around the both of you. you’d moved as well causing his arms to tighten around your waist and pull you closer.

you felt his cock harden against you. he hummed in your ear uncomfortably. he tried to shift so that he wasn’t in pain but his need for you was strong. the reason for that was because jake had dreamt of you, — like he always does but this dream in particular was vivid. he felt as if it was real and he genuinely felt everything that you were doing only to wake up to it being a dream.

he pulled you tighter making a whiny noise. you couldn’t tell if he was awake or not but he started grinding up against you in small movements.

your eyebrows furrowed but your eyed stayed closed. “what are you doing?” you mumbled out into the dark. you could see the sunlight peeking through the blackout curtains.

he groaned up against you. “mmph — need you so bad, baby.” he mumbled. you could hear his breathing become heavier as you felt his arm moving up and down behind you. he was rubbing on himself trying to relieve some tension. “just wanna be inside you and make you feel good.. wanna wake you up lovin’ on you.” he kissed your cheek then the back of your neck — over and over again.

his actions caused in between your legs to become aroused. you clenched your thighs.

you sensed his smile from behind you. “c’mon baby, you don’t have to do any of the work. i gotcha..” his hands went to the waistband of your panties toying with them. you bit your lip slightly before reaching back and putting your hands over his.

you guided him to pull them down before pushing back against him. he chuckled in response to your actions. “that’s my girl.. always ready for me.” he praised, lining himself with your entrance. you felt him fill you moving your hand to hold onto the back of his head behind you.

he stood still before thrusting slowly into you. “mmm - good morning..” he smiled, keeping his lips on your ear. you pressed your lips together feeling him hit the sensitive spot inside you. your mouth fell agape as he continued thrusting inside you. “so warm.. love being inside you like this. love starting my mornings like this.”

you pushed back against him to meet his hips. “feels so good jake.” you whimpered, hands moving down to your clit to get you closer.

you loved mornings like this. where you both intimately connected with each other with so much love.

jake grunted feeling himself come close to his orgasm. “fuckin love you so much, baby.” his arms were wrapped all the way around you pulling you close — slow thrusts accompanied you both as jake jerked his hips forward.

your mouth fell open as you felt yourself hit the edge first. “yes yes — i love you jake.” you gasped as your body seized in his arms.

the pleasure was blinding as per usual. you clenched around jake, bringing him to his own wave of pleasure. the two of you savored the feeling before calming down.

you both muttered i love you’s to each other while enjoying the moment between you two and the perfect start to your morning.

© slxtarchive

[sucker4colby]

Party’s over

Part 1

Summary: Colby fucked up bad. Choosing his girl best friend amber over his girlfriend on his girlfriends birthday.

Warning: cussing, angst, fluff between best friends, insecurities.

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader.

I could feel jakes sympathetic gaze on me as I paced back and forth biting the nail on my thumb, a habit I exhibited when in distress. There was no way you could miss how uneasy I was, the anxiety stinking up the room. “ maybe he’s caught up in traffic.” His voice broke the silence in my bedroom. I closed my eyes in annoyance letting out a sigh, I wasn’t annoyed at Jake I was annoyed at my boyfriend Colby. We had been together 2 years and for some reason he chose today of all days to flake on me, my 25th birthday. I turned to face the boy who sat on my bed trying to comfort me. “ he hasn’t messaged me all day Jake. I woke up and he was gone. No happy birthday nothing.” I told him blinking rapidly to push back the tears threatening to spill over my water line.

He nodded dropping his head knowing we both knew Colby had forgotten my birthday so there was no use in giving me false hope. I stared up at ceiling trying to make sure no tears dropped on my makeup I had worked hard on. I wouldn’t lie but I was hurt, I never cared to make a big deal out of celebrating my birthday as long as I was surrounded by the most important people in my life, Colby being the most important of them all had convinced me to make a fuss this year only for him to leave me hanging. The clenching i felt in my chest traveled up to my jaw as my feelings shifted from being sad to being furious.

A knock broke the silence causing Jake and I to look at who was entering my room. “ hey, sorry, i couldn’t get a hold of him.” Sam waved his phone at me giving me a sympathetic smile. I nodded reaching up weakly to smooth my hair down from me running my hands through it so much. “ I’m sure he’s fine , you should come down and enjoy your party.” The blonde boy tried consoling me. “ he better be lying in a ditch bleeding out.” I snapped instantly feeling bad but I was angry his location was off and he wasn’t answering my calls or messages. I never checked Colby’s location but we had shared it in case of emergencies back when we were just friends. I just couldn’t believe he wasn’t here , I had brushed every red flag off indicating he had forgotten thinking maybe he was planning a surprise trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I followed the two boys out of my room and downstairs to where my birthday party was being held. The loud bass of the music vibrating throughout my body dulling the already present ache there.

I was wished a happy birthday by hundreds of people but none of them being the person I really wanted, only spreading the sadness throughout my body. I faked a smile and cheered along with everyone accepting a couple drinks to help me forget why I was down. Honestly fuck Colby wherever he was, I didn’t need him to enjoy myself, I found myself thinking as I threw my head back downing a shot of tequila earning cheers from a couple people surrounding me. I laughed throwing my arms up and cheering along with them momentarily forgetting my concerns.

I felt my phone buzz in my left pocket so I reached down to grab it walking away from the make shift bar in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows in confused at the notification stating that Colby Brock had posted on his instagram. I had alerts on for whenever he posted so i thought it was odd since he wasn’t responding. Clicking on it his posted showed up, a mirror pick of him and amber, amber smiling big and leaning her head on his shoulder. My smile dropped and my body ran cold making me freeze in the middle of the room. He had forgotten my birthday because he was hanging out with amber, I knew they were friends and I didn’t have a problem until they started getting flirty with each other.

I was fighting back tears faking a smile at a friend who cheered walking past me. How could I be so stupid of course he would forget the moment he was with her. She’s beautiful and I’m just me, she had full plump lips, flawless skin, her body was to die for and here I am, plain and ordinary me. My skin all of sudden felt dirty and I felt like I looked ridiculous wearing these jeans and revealing shirt, my makeup felt heavy and caked on now and I know you could see the pimple I had on my cheek. Wiping the stray tear on my left cheek I put my head down and rushed to the bathroom to recollect myself.

My arm was tugged back making me fall into sams chest where he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him not able to hide my watery eyes and pouting lips. “ I’m sorry bubble, he fucked up and I let him know he isn’t aloud near you when he gets home” he comforted tugging me towards my original location. I guess he had seen the post as well but I’m just glad he knew his best friend fucked up. I couldn’t stop the water works once the blonde boy called me by my nickname, and I couldn’t help but think why was Sam here and not Colby. I sobbed clinging onto him wishing I was dreaming and I was hugging my blue eyed boyfriend instead of crying over him. He shushed me rocking us back and forth patting my head hoping it would calm me down which it did for a bit.

“ Katrina will come up with you while I try to kick people out ok ?” He asked making me look up at him. I nodded thankful that I could count on Sam to be there for me. I raced up the stairs hoping not many people saw me and rushed into my room changing into some sweat pants and big hoodie. Katrina had walked in with some water and snacks as I was rinsing my face off placing them on my bed and walking into my bathroom.

“Hey bubbles, how are you holding up.” She asked handing me my towel to dry off my face. I pouted at her looking at her with my bloodshot eyes knowing she already knew the answer. “ come on, Colby’s a dumbass.” She pouted back bringing me in to hug her. “ I didn’t think he was this big of a dumbass.” I sniffled angrily nuzzling my head into her shoulder. My phone started ringing from the bed making us both look at it. My lip trembled as I saw the familiar caller contact pop up, a picture of Colby and I smiling into our kiss reminding me how much It hurt that that I loved him so much when he was doing the bare minimum. Kat reached out turning my phone off causing me to raise my eyebrows at her.

“ he’s been ignoring you all day, we’re just matching his energy.” She shrugged guiding me towards my bed tucking me in and making herself comfortable as my big spoon, I couldn’t help but giggle at her accepting her cuddles. “ you know, if it doesn’t work out with Colby I could break up with Sam and date you.” She whispered causing me to close my eyes and let out a laugh. Of course kat would be the one to cheer me up, I considered her my best friend for that reason. Ever since we met, we hit it off always being there for each other and being each others number one fan.

We laid in silence her arms wrapped around me providing the warmth and love I sought from Colby. It broke me that my best friend was setting the standard higher than Colby was but it was opening my eyes. Maybe I loved Colby more than he loved me, and maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to show him and harder for him to show me. Maybe I had been so in love with him I was turning a blind eye to what was in front of me, he had gone out of his way to get amber tickets to a show she wanted to see for her birthday and I so stupidly had helped him get them calling around to different vendors to get them. Was I keeping him from being with the person he really wanted to be with? Amber wasn’t a bad person so I know she would never try to purposely ruin my relationship but this was on Colby.

Tears dropped down my cheeks as I laid there silently hoping I wouldn’t wake Katrina who had just fallen asleep. I wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, was I really that replaceable or forgettable. I could hear Sam downstairs making an announcement that the party was over, somehow that made my heart break even more. The party was over and he was still at her house, he had been with her all day not even bothering to let me know he was ok.

Pretty soon all you could hear were Kats light snores and the crickets outside as everyone had left. Sam had some in to say goodnight before making his way into his own room deciding to let kat sleep with me since I seemed to need her more. As I laid there for a couple hours in self pity I heard the familiar engine of his red corrola pull into the drive way and the door shut. I screwed my eyes shut trying to fight even more tears from falling at each sound of his footsteps climbing the stairs. I honestly didn’t know what I wanted from him, did I want him to leave me alone or did I want him to make things right. Did I just want the chance to be petty back or did I want to fix things. My breath caught in my throat as he stood right outside my door his shadow visible from under the door my heart pounded and I could hear it in my ears. I don’t know how I kept myself from shaking as he opened the door to peak in, I pretended to be asleep hoping it was make him go away.

He never did come in, he shut the door and walked away.

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Hi guys ! I know I haven’t been posting but Ive had writers block 😭

Im hoping to make this a two part series so stay tuned ! Let me know if you have any suggestions!

Also It’s been weeks and I can’t wrap my head around the fact that Sam and kat are broken up 💔

As for the nickname bubbles I literally just pulled that out of my ass, I’m trying to refrain from giving my characters a name or using y/n.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, torture, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 3.3k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE | PART TEN

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This wasn’t the ideal way you wanted to tell Jake.

This isn’t at all the way you wanted him to find out, but it was too late. He knew, and it was still a tense situation.

“Get away from her.” Jake clenches his jaw, his hand falling from his wounded abdomen. You’ve never seen Jake’s eyes grow this dark before.

It kind of scared you.

The guy laughs, “How convenient.” He scoffs, “Maybe it can be a-“ You cut him off with a punch to the nose and you duck out of there before he can grab you. You rip your hand away from his fingers, falling down behind your island counter.

“Now you’re really dead.” He mumbles, grunting as Jake runs and shoves him against the wall. You move to look around, seeing Jake’s fist repeatedly meet the guys face over and over again.

He was yelling at him after each punch, going on about how touching you was the worst mistake he’s ever made.

“Jake..” you lay your hand on your stomach, “Jake.”

He stops, looking over at you and his face softens, “Fuck.” He looks back at the unconscious man in his grasp. He steps back, dropping him to the floor and turns to you.

Before he can even take a step, he falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

“Jake!” You crawl over quickly, “Oh.. oh my god, Jake. Baby.” You apply pressure on his stomach and slide your hand up to caress his cheek, “Jake, Jake. Look at me.”

His eyes slowly flutter open, “Y-you’re pregnant?”

You nod, “Yes, yes im pregnant.” You sniffle, leaning up, “I need you. What do I need to do? We need help.” He slides his hand down, struggling to get into his pocket, “Call.. Colby.”

“Colby.” You nod, working to slide his phone from his pocket with your free hand, “Colby.”

You lay his phone on his chest, frantically searching for Colby’s name. You presses the call button a few times and put it on speaker, “Stay with me, Jake, please.”

“Yo, what’s u-“

“Colby. Colby. It’s-it’s y/n.” You take a shaky breath, “I need you guys here. Some-some guy came in, shot Jake.”

“We’re on our way. Is he awake? alert?” He asks, and you can hear the shuffle of everyone else following him, “Where is he shot at?”

“He keeps coming in and out. He beat the hell out of him, and then just fell to the ground. He- in the right side of his abdomen.” Your thumb runs over Jake’s cheek and he gasps, “Baby.. baby..” his bloody hands grab your arm, “Y/n..”

“He’s awake.” You lean up, still holding pressure on his wound, “They’re coming, I’m on the phone with Colby. Just stay with me, okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yeah.” He groans, “Fuck, this fucking hurts.” He goes to sit up but you stop him, “You can’t- lay down, Jake. You were shot, you can’t-“

“Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yes, Jake. I’m okay.”

“Is the baby okay?”

All at once, Colby, Johnnie, and Sam gasp, “Baby!?”

“We’re almost there.” Colby assures, “Hang on, Jake.”

You nod, “I’m fine. We’re fine.” You look down at your hand, the site of Jake’s blood making you more nervous the more red you see, “You’ll be just fine, too.”

“Coming in.” Colby informs and a few seconds later, they’re coming in through the door.

Everything happens so fast. You’re pulled away by Sam. Colby takes your place and Johnnie helps.

“Y/n.” Sam waves his hand in front of your face, “Hey, hey.” He snaps, “Look at me.” He leans over and you look at him, “t-that guy.. was going to shoot me..” you take a shuttered breath, “Then.. he shot Jake and it all came out, I just- I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Hey, hey. None of this is your fault.” Sam assures, “None of it.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders, “Are you okay? Do you need to-“

“No, no.” You sniffle, taking a deep breath, “I’m fine.”

“Y/n.” Colby looks back, “Do you have tweezers, or something I can use to try and get this bullet put?”

“Uh.” You look around, “I have- I have a medical kit. Hold- sorry. I’ll go get it.” You run back to your room, getting into your closet. You dig through the stuff on the floor, pulling out a zipped bag.

You run back out, handing Johnnie the bag.

Sam walks you into the living room, sitting you down on the couch, “do you know if he’s dead?”

You shrug, “He hasn’t moved since Jake dropped him.”

“Yeah, with how he looks..” Sam shakes his head, “I wouldn’t doubt it.”

You lay your hand on your stomach and Sam motions, “Do you know how far along you are?” You look up at him, “I found out like a week and a half ago, so probably like five, almost six weeks maybe?”

He nods, “You should probably go and get checked.”

You shake your head, “I can’t-“

“They’re not going to let anything happen to him.” Sam kneels down, “We need to make sure you’re okay, too. It’s what he would want.”

You look between him and Jake, and you sigh, “Yeah, you’re right.” You stand up and Sam nods, “I’m taking her to get checked out. Make sure the baby is okay.”

“Good idea. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Colby says without looking up. His hands are bloodied and you suddenly feel like you could puke.

Sam takes you over to the sink, washing off as much of the blood as he can from your hands and arms. Your eyes fixate on Jake’s smudged fingerprints being washed away.

“We need to get you changed. Can’t have you going in there with blood on your clothes.” Sam says lowly as he leads you back to your room, “I’ll be out here.”

You nod, turning to grab a new set of clothes before making your way back out. You step outside, taking a deep breath as you make your way to your car.

“I can drive.” Sam reaches out and you hand him the keys, “Thank you.” You walk around and get into the passenger seat, Sam getting in the drivers seat, “Which hospital?”

“The one on main.” You rest your head back, “Hold on, I might have to puke.”

He nods, giving you a minute before you nod, “False alarm.”

He starts to drive, and it’s mostly a quiet ride. Every now and then, he’d ask if you were feeling okay, and it was almost the same answer - you were fine.

“I’ll stay out here.” Sam scoots down in the seat, “Text me if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” You get out, making your way in to the desk. The lady behind it smiles, “Hi, what can I do for you today?”

“I’m pregnant and I slipped while mopping my floors, I just want to get checked out and make sure everything is okay.”

She nods, “Okay, what’s your name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Date of birth?”

You finish answering her triage questions and you’re taken back to a room. They have you change into a gown and you’re settled on the bed.

About forty five minutes later, the door slides open and you let out a sigh, mumbling under your breath, “Finally.”

“Hello, y/n?” The lady asks and you nod, “Yes, y/n y/l/n.” She nods, “Okay. I’m Teresa from L and D, I’m going to be giving you an ultrasound today. I heard you had a fall, can you tell me what happened?”

You nod, laying back, “Yeah, I was mopping my floors, got a little bit too much water and I didn’t see it right away, and the sneakers I was wearing were definitely not non-slip.”

She nods, “Okay. And how far along do you think you are?”

“I took a test a week and a half ago. So probably like sixish weeks maybe?” You pull your gown up as she pulls the stirrups from the bed, “I’m going to do an internal ultrasound, that’ll give us the best view of the fetus.”

You nod, sliding down and putting your feet into the ends of the metal footrests.

She moves down, lifting the blanket, “I’ll let you go ahead and guide the probe.” You nod, reaching down, and as soon as it’s in, she studies the screen, “You are definitely pregnant, my dear, and from the looks of it..” she turns the screen, “Your baby is just fine.”

She clicks the keys a few times, but you paid no attention.

Your eyes were fixated on the little gummy bear looking baby on the screen. You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you take a sharp breath, “They’re okay?”

She nods, “Yes, your baby is looking good. You’re measuring at about five and a half, so almost six. Here.” She clicks a button and a fast heart beat fills your ears.

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat.”

You lay a hand over your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut. You knew you were scared, terrified actually, but you were also happy. Excited, even.

She pulls the probe out and glances at you, “I’ll print off some pictures for you. I’ll go consult with the O.B, but I think you’re going to be good to go here in a little while.” She smiles and looks down as the machine makes a whirring noise, “These are for you.”

She hands you a row of ultrasound pictures, one with the hearth rhythm below the main picture.

“Thank you.” You sniffle, eyes scanning over each black and white picture.

“I’ll let this here for you. Just wipe off with it whenever you’re ready.” She lays a towel on your bed and you nod, “Thank you.”

She nods and leaves the room.

You grab the towel, eyes unable to go anywhere but the photos laying next to you as you wipe off. As soon as you’re done, you change into your clothes, and after another hour, at least that’s what it felt like, you were sent home.

You walk out to the car, pulling the door open and you immediately hand Sam the ultrasound pictures, “Five and a half weeks. I heard the heartbeat.”

Sam slowly takes the pictures and looks at you, “You’re both okay?” He goes back to looking at the pictures as soon as you nod.

You sniffle, “Is this.. I mean, I know how it happened, but like.. is Jake going to be okay with this?”

Sam turns towards you, “I heard him asking about you on the phone. I think he’s going to be okay with it.” He hands you back the pictures, “Colby texted. They got him all done and bandaged up. Now we just go back and wait for him to wake up.”

“Will he?” You ask quietly and Sam shrugs as he starts to drive, “I hope so.”

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“You need sleep, y/n. You can’t go without it. Not anymore.” Colby argues, “Go lay down. We will come get you when he wakes up.”

“What about him?” You motion, “Don’t you need to take care of that?”

“We’ll get to him, okay. Right now, you. And Jake. Are our main priorities.” Colby looks back at you, “Now, go. I promise, you’ll be the first one we get.”

“I’m the only one you’ll get.” You roll your eyes and Colby fights back a smirk, “Exactly. Now go. Rest.”

You let out a sigh, “Fine.”

You make your way back to your room, your eyes fixating on the bloodied clothes on the ground and you let out a sigh. You pull the blankets back, and lay down.

Your mind swirls with thoughts, but your unknown exhaustion hits you like a truck, causing you to knock out.

A few hours later, you feel a hand running over your hair.

You stir around, eyes fluttering open as you roll onto your back, “Jake?”

“I had to make sure you were okay.”

You gasp, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Oh my god. You’re okay?” He wraps his arm around your back, “I’m okay. I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to.” He chuckles, groaning lowly, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you went with Sam.” He whispers, “Everything was good, I take it?”

You nod, leaning back, “Yeah. Did Sam-“

“I seen them.” He smiles, “I know that wasn’t the proper way of telling me, but I’m glad you said something. If something were to happen to you, and I found out after..”

He shakes his head and you run your hand up his arm, “I’m right here.” You take a deep breath, leaning out to see Colby standing in the doorway.

He gives you a nod and you watch him walk away.

Jake leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” You whisper, looking up at him, “If you’re about to go on a spiel about everything over the last-“

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get you out of here sooner.” He reaches up, wincing in pain, “Don’t pack anything, I’m going to have the guys make it look like an abduction gone wrong.”

You raise your brows, heart beating faster as you nod, “Okay.”

“I’ll get you all new stuff. Whatever you need, okay?” He leans in to kiss your head, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You lean back in, hugging his neck, “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He rubs his hand over your upper back, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He slowly stands up and you nod, looking around one last time.

This was it.

Your ticket out.

And you couldn’t stamp it fast enough.

As you walk out, you notice the body of the intruder was no longer there. All of Jake’s blood had been cleaned up, and it looked like there was absolutely no altercation at all.

“Johnnie.” Jake motions, and Johnnie comes over, “What’s up?”

“I need you to take y/n to the car. Don’t, let her out of your site.” Jake stares at him, and he nods, “I can do that.” He looks at you, “Ready?”

You take a deep breath before you nod, “Yeah.”

Johnnie leads you out to the car and you both get in. You look back up at your house, “What are they doing?”

“Making sure they’re no evidence of us, and they’re trashing the place, making it look like there was a fight.” Johnnie answers, “How are you feeling?”

You look back at him, “I don’t know, nervous, excited, ready. Tired.” You laugh, “All of it, I guess.”

“That’s to be expected.” He glances up at the house, “You know..” he shakes his head, “Nevermind.”

“No, what? Tell me.” You laugh, “I think by now you know you can trust me.” He looks at you and nods, “Yeah.” He chuckles, “You’re right. I just, was going to say, that I didn’t think you’d help us like you have. I will admit, I had my doubts about you, but you’ve proven yourself to me, to all of us.” He pauses, “Jake loves you. He never showed interest in anyone like he does you.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to just turn myself in, take as much of the fall as I could for you guys. But I didn’t. Something in me just wouldn’t let that happen.” You sigh, “I love, Jake, too. He’s someone I never pictured myself being with, but now that’s he’s in my life, I can’t picture myself without him.”

Johnnie smirks, “He still yells at me sometimes for hitting your side of the car.”

“Forgive and forget. I’m alive.” You laugh, “But, can I ask just one question thought?”

“Shoot.” He nods, and you tilt your head, “who thought it was a good idea to let the one with no license drive?”

Johnnie laughs, “I.. actually have no idea on that. Maybe when we get to where we’re going, we can clear that up.”

You nod with a laugh, “sounds good.”

“So what was it like being an agent?” Johnnie asks and you shrug, “It was different. It was never the same job every time. Each case was different. It was not only nerve racking, but also exhilarating.” You tilt your head, “What’s it like being a criminal?”

He laughs, “You should know that by now.”

“Right. Trick question.” You swallow, “Do you know where we’re going?”

He shrugs, “Jake said we aren’t supposed to tell you yet.”

“Oh.” You nod, “Understandable. Is he afraid I might back out?” He shakes his head, “No. he just wants to surprise you I guess.”

You look back over, sitting up as you see the three of them coming out of the door and down the steps.

Jake gets in and Sam and Colby file in the back next to Johnnie.

You look at Jake and he reaches for your hand. You take it, smiling slightly as he presses your knuckles to his lips, “Ready to start over?”

You nod, “Get me out of here.”

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After a few hours of driving, you come to a stop.

You notice a small jet on a runway, and you look at Jake, “Are we going in that?” You look at him and he nods, “Yes, baby. Are you afraid of flying?”

You shake your head, “No. not at all.”

He nods, looking back at Colby, “You’ll meet us there in a few days, right?”

Colby nods, “Yeah, I’m going to get rid of this, hang out for a few days to see how long it takes them to realize she’s missing, and then I’ll fly down.”

“Good deal.” Jake nods, “Alright. Let’s go.” Jake gets out, walking around to open your door and he leads you to the plane.

“What’s good, Joe?” He greets the pilot with a hand shake, “We’re heading to the land down under.”

“Colby isn’t coming?” He asks and Jake shakes his head, “Well send you back here to get him when he’s ready. He’s hanging back a few days.”

The pilot nods, “Alright.” He looks at you, “This the precious cargo you were talking about?” Jake laughs, “Yeah, this is her.”

You smile, shaking your head as you turn to walk up the plane’s steps. Jake follows you up, sitting down next to you, “People are going to know your face, so when we get there, we’ll just lay low for a little bit. I’ll go out and get you whatever you need, want, and then after a little while, we’ll move, unless you like it there.” He shrugs, “We can do whatever it is you want.”

You nod, “Um, is Joe-“

Jake instantly cuts you off, “He’s in on what we do. He isn’t going to say a word.” He takes your hand, “I promise.”

“How are you feeling? I’m actually shocked to see you up and moving like this.” You glance down at Jake’s stomach, “Colby had to dig to get the bullet out.”

“Colby’s trained in that shit. I’m only up and moving because I have to.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Now just, sit back, relax, and eat something. I need you and the baby to be okay.”

“We’ll be fine, Jake.” You reach forward, grabbing a snack, “But I am a lot hungrier.” You laugh and Jake sighs, “we have a long flight ahead of us.”

Fifteen hours later, Jake gently runs his fingers up and down your arm, “Hey.”

You lift your head from his shoulder, eyes squinting as you look out the window.

“Welcome to Sydney, baby.”

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Don’t come for me about this taking forever lol. I write what I feel like writing, and I’ve been working on this for a week because I’ve been in and out of a non writing trench. But I’m going to probably do one more part and then I’m going to wrap it up, maybe, who knows.

Thank you for reading. I love you always! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[sturn-saturn]

guys i fear carrington might be my type. like he’s tall, he has dark hair, blue eyes, and he’s like awkward sometimes and says stupid things sometimes but it’s not offensive stupid it’s funny stupid yk?