r: Jake is your childhood sweetheart who turns out to be a serial killer, knife play with criminal Jake from @theweightofjake
cw: smut (minors dni), !BLOOD!, mentions of gruesome murders, toxicity, possessiveness, domination, threats, obsession, knife play, fingering, drinking, vomiting, romanticized virgin moment, cliché party scene, it’s basically Scream bc like ?? how could I not ??
a/n: thank you for these requests I literally love doing this shit so much. Also, it’s my bday so this is a bit self-indulgent xx gene
recommended listening: Mama’s Gun – Glass Animals
“Oh, she’s definitely dead now,” you muttered, making Jake snicker beside you. The music of the party was loud enough that you and the rest of the horror movie watchers were struggling to hear. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen the same tropes repeatedly anyway; you were only invested because Jake was.
Jake nudged your arm as the female lead escaped the clutches of the deranged killer once again and you let out a dramatic sigh. “Good for her,” you quipped, taking a sip of your beer.
One of the boys that were standing in the middle of the room fixated on the screen also chuckled at your side comments. “See, you know she’s gonna be the final girl,” he added. You looked up at him from your position on the floor beneath Jake’s feet.
You wet your lips. “Well, she’s the only female left,” someone countered before you could say anything. Jake’s fingertips brushed against the neckline of your shirt, making your cheeks flush with warmth. It didn’t matter how long the two of you were apart; he still made your stomach flip with butterflies.
How cheesy and predictable: falling for your childhood neighbor and best friend.
Jake’s raspy voice was the next to chime into the debate. “She’s a virgin still,” he commented, the boy from earlier sending him a satisfied glance. “Virgins never die.”
You snorted and the other girl was quick to respond. “Is that why the killer hasn’t nabbed you yet?” She totted at you, making the man behind you laugh as he leaned on his forearms to get a better look at her. As he got closer to you, he looped his arms around your neck. You only chuckled at her comment, brushing it off, but---as always---Jake stepped in for you.
“That’s why you’re probably gonna be the first to go tonight,” he jested back to her. She bit back a flirty grin as if she were masking a vulgar comment she could have directed at him. You had never really considered the fact that the virgins in campy slasher films always made it to the end, but you trusted Jake and his fascination with horror movies enough not to question him.
The boy piped up again. “Oh, come on now. The killer won’t get anyone at this party,” he deflected. “Virgin or not.” He muttered the last part of his sentence as if he were trying to convince himself.
There had been an unmistakable cloud of terror looming over your childhood town; one of the reasons you returned to the location on your summer vacation. You hadn’t been back since the first murders had broken out, which took two girls who you had gym class with. If Jake’s analysis held water, you probably would be the final girl because those who were being picked off fit the stereotypical “first dead cheerleader.”
“I guess now you’ll tell me not to say, ‘I’ll be right back,’” you jeered, making the smaller group laugh as Jake’s hand clamped over your mouth.
Your heart fluttered as he leaned close to your ear, his warm breath fanning over your exposed skin. “Don’t break the rules, baby,” he warned sarcastically. You would have moaned if you weren’t surrounded by a bunch of people you had graduated high school with.
The girl who had obviously taken a shining to Jake as well stood and straightened her clothes. “I’m going to the bathroom,” she mumbled, swinging her leg over the couch Jake was sitting on behind you. She peeked around the corner of the doorframe before she left. “I’ll be right back,” she parroted, earning a joking groan from someone in the group.
“Too bad she left her virginity back in the eighth grade,” someone else mumbled.
Another raised their hand before quipping, “No, I don’t think she ever had one.”
You rolled your eyes at the jabs, trying to focus back on the movie. You were wrapped up in the fragments of the plot so much so that when Jake unwrapped himself from you, you jumped. He muttered an excuse about getting another drink and disappeared into the crowd of people that were scattered about the house.
Within an hour, that same girl was found dead in the garage---the victim of a freak accident with the automatic door. When you stumbled upon her while looking for Fun Pops in the outdoor freezer, you had stirred the commotion of most of the party. This revealed a few more bodies here and there. They were mainly people you had an encounter with briefly, sending a chill for mortality crawling down your spine.
You were nearly thrown backward into Jake as a veteran athlete shoved into you on accident. When he turned around, he was enamored by your existence for the first time in all the years you had known him.
“What school did you go to?” He asked, leaning his arm on the door frame as you stood by Jake while he refilled your plastic cup. He-Man had sent it flying on impact.
You ignored him for the most part as Jake’s dark eyes flashed up at the man from where he was focusing on the keg. “See, I think I would have remembered you if we went to the same high school,” the jock continued.
You noticed his hair was already beginning to thin. “Yeah, we were lab partners for three years and your locker was directly next to mine…” You mumbled, making Jake snort as he handed you back your cup and drew your attention away from He-Man.
Later, someone had found He-Man hanging in one of the rooms.
Another body belonged to the guy you dated briefly when Jake had started seeing a girl in the tenth grade. The situation back then was awkward for all parties involved, making both relationships last for only a few weeks. But that didn’t mean there weren’t grudges to be held.
“Can’t seem to stay away, huh?” A voice queried, leaned directly behind you. When you met the eyes of your ‘I-wouldn’t-count-him-as-an-ex’ ex, you took in a deep breath, ready to endure a painful conversation. “You know, they say that people only come back here after moving away because they realize they already hit their peak.”
You nodded. “And what do they say about people who never leave?”
The man shrugged. “I don’t know. They usually end up in your family.”
Jake opened his mouth to cut in, but you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him away from the man. His hand settled on your back as your mood soured. He then tugged you closer and blew a raspberry against your neck to make you laugh.
Following the trend, that man was sliced open and bleeding out in a bathtub when they got to him.
The party was divided into those who panicked and left, and those who were in denial and just wanted to end the night without any memories. You were stuck in the movie group, your arm curled around Jake’s like a python as he stood calmly. “Come on, I wanna leave,” you whispered to him, trying to nudge him towards the door.
The man from your movie viewing reached forward to ruffle your hair. “You’re fine. You’re a virgin!” He joked, attempting to make light of the situation as someone else called the police. “That or, Jake will take your lashings. I don’t think a killer’s gonna want to fuck with our token psychopath.”
At the snickering remark, Jake playfully punched the guy’s stomach. “Seems like you had better watch your back because of that Canadian rendezvous, right?” Jake shot back.
The boy raised his cup to the two of you. “I’m observing the rule of not doing drugs or getting drunk, so I’ll survive,” he retorted.
You couldn’t understand how they were joking at a time like this.
When another person ended up dead, the party had officially escalated to a stampede and a race to safety. In the chaos, you got separated from Jake as you trudged through the mud to get home. As the dirt caked to your ankles and splattered up on your legs, you thanked whatever higher being was looking out for you as you finally were stalking up your driveway.
You had called the Kiszka’s landline a few times, trying to get confirmation that Jake had made it back. When his mother promised to call you, you forced yourself into the shower.
Watching the water run into a murky, clay color, your mind ran a mile a minute. What if you had been one of those kids? What if you had been one of them back in high school? You were close enough to the targeted groups that it could have been you, so why hadn’t it been?
You threw up when you realized that the killer could have gotten to Jake, and you would have been responsible for having left him. Were you just in shock? How could you not have looked harder for him?
As you laid in bed, you felt like your heart was going to fall out of your ass. With each hour passing slowly, you awaited a call from Jake’s mom as if it were oxygen. You thought about the ugly shag rug in the Kiszka’s basement where you had smoked weed with Josh and Jake for the first time in high school. You let your mind wander to when you moved in next door and your mothers forced the two of you to meet, unintentionally forming a bond that you still carried to this day.
You felt like you jumped a few feet when you hear tapping at your window. Throwing back the curtains, you felt like you were going to collapse as Jake smiled at you from behind the glass. You pulled him inside with a strength you didn’t know you had. He always snuck in through your bedroom window when the two of you were younger; you knew your dad was just giving the two of you the benefit of the doubt and never caught you on purpose.
You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck tight enough that you could have choked him. He chuckled at how urgent you were to be in his arms as if he’d been gone for years.
To you, it felt like he had been.
As you let go of him, you let your knees buckle. Slumping to the edge of your mattress, you began to mutter out apologies which he brushed off almost instantly. Instead, he leaned against your windowsill, looking around your room as if examining how little it had changed. It had been relatively untouched since you had left home.
“Did you have fun tonight?” He asked, resting his palms against the sill as he looked at you.
You furrowed your brows, flipping on your bedside lamp to check if he was joking. His hair was tied back away from his face, his dark eyes soft as he looked over you. “Are-” you paused for a moment, wetting your lips. “You mean apart from the slasher being in the same house as us all night?” You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, a great time.”
The smile that formed on his face was gentle and almost unbelieving. He knew something you didn’t, apparently. “Why are you so worried?” He prodded again.
You rolled your eyes. “I swear to God, Kiszka. If you make fun of me for being a virgin to-” he cut you off with a snort.
“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” he responded, reaching up to run his fingers along his bottom lip in thought.
You narrowed your eyes, looking at him with the channeled suspicion building in your chest. “What did you mean then?”
He let out a short chuckle. “I would never hurt you. Why are you worrying?”
You were taken aback slightly. “Wh-what are you saying?”
Jake’s head tilted forward for a split second as if he was shocked at the fact that you weren’t putting the pieces of the puzzle together. He strolled over to one of your shelves of trinkets, swiping his finger along one of the spaces. “Baby, I’ve been taking care of these assholes for you,” he stated simply.
Something in you knew it had always been him. That didn’t stop your heart from stalling in your chest and your mouth gapping ever so slightly. When you didn’t speak, he returned to his position across from you. “Plus, virgins never die,” he circled back, making you chuckle nervously.
Your breathing was rigid as he closed the distance between the two of you slowly. He rested your chin against his fingers, tilting your face up to look at him. Your thoughts were derailed as you noticed how close his belt was to you, and the heat burning inside of you at the thought that he was killing people for you. “I guess I’m not scared of you, then,” you avowed barely loud enough for even him to hear.
He smirked, sliding a knife from his jean pocket, and flipping it open. The cold metal skimmed across your neck as he rested it beneath your jaw. His voice seemed to drop an octave as he looked down at you, your eyes locking on his gaze innocently as his other hand swam into your hair to keep your head in place. “Are you sure?” Jake tested, pressing the knife closer to your throat.
Cautiously, you leaned to straighten up, taking his wrist and slicing open your thin t-shirt with the knife. Jake’s breathing deepened subtly, his eyes already lust-blown and betraying his collected appearance. “Thank you for taking care of me, Jake,” you cooed quietly. The adrenaline and intensity of the situation weighed against your movements and the arousal budding within you.
You pressed your hands to his thighs, letting your nails rake over the denim as you went for his belt. “Can I ask you for one more thing?” You inquired, keeping your volume low and only for his ears. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his zipper, his hand tightening in your hair as the knife rested at his side. You looked up at him through your lashes. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”
Jake pulled you back by your hair roughly, letting you slip from his grasp as your back hit the mattress. He climbed over you slowly, pinning your thighs around his waist as he leaned over you. You felt exposed under his eyes in your cut shirt, but that didn’t mean you were against the mist of hunger clouding his gaze as he looked at you.
He laid the knife in the middle of your chest, sandwiching it against your skin and the palm of his hand as his lips pressed against yours. You felt his desire spilling into your mouth as he kissed you feverishly. Your cheeks flushed with heat as your hands went to the one stationed over the knife, taking hold of his wrist.
When he pulled away from you, you fought not to show him how dazed you were from his kiss, your toes already curling from the intensity and the tinge of excited nervousness at the wonder of what you had signed yourself up for. Jake took hold of your chin, swiping his thumb against your bottom lip as his eyes glistened with lust. “I kill people. I could murder you right now if I want to,” he nipped lowly, his words sending a shock of terror and allure through your veins. The coolness of the sharp tool against your body was lost under Jake’s brooding glare.
He leaned down, hovering his lips close to the shell of your ear as you subtly ground your hips against his jeans, searching for friction to combat your skipping heartbeat. “You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you, baby,” he finished off, a dark chuckle rolling from his chest as his lips pressed against your jaw, rocking his hips into yours.
You moaned at the action, keeping your arms away from the knife still pressed to your chest as Jake’s other hand slipped into your underwear, toying with your nerves as if he’d done it a hundred times over. He groaned at the action, pumping two of his fingers into you as his lips brushed yours again. The stimulation made your knees want to clamp shut around his waist as you ground your hips against his palm. “God, you’re already so wet,” he moaned, his voice heavy in your ear.
Embarrassingly, you were clenching around his fingers in no time. The adrenaline of the situation and everything you had been through that night finally overtook you. It didn’t help that Jake was the one pleasuring you---the man you’d pictured in this scenario more times than you would care to admit.
As his rhythm stilled, you were already a mess for him. He chuckled, sloppily kissing you. “You want me so bad,” he joked, a flicker of the man you knew before this pierced the situation. You hated that you felt so safe with a murderer.
After the second had passed, his fingers were in his mouth, licking off your taste before kissing you again as he moved the knife. “Please, Jake,” you moaned quietly, letting your hands claw at his belt buckle. At your begging, he sat back, pulling your hips towards his.
He took the knife in his hand again, running it along the inside of your thigh before sliding it between your hip and the band of your underwear. “I know you saved your virginity for me. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” He jested before slicing your underwear from your body.
Jake’s grip on your hips was merciless as he pushed into you, letting you clench around him and adjust to his size as you moaned and clawed at his hands. The knife had been discarded to an unknown corner of your room as he rolled his hips into yours, his pace deep and calculated. One of his strong hands reached for one of your breasts, groping the flesh as if he owned it as you moved to cover his hand with your own.
His taste smeared across your lips as he poured his arousal into you, relishing in every moan and mutter of his name that escaped your mouth. He lapped at your begging and the way you bucked your hips against his rhythm. You arched your back up to meet his chest, reaching to dig your fingers into his hair as you tried to ignore the spots of blood he had missed on his neck.
His hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing against your pulse point to feel your heart racing at his actions. His chin tilted up for an instant, seemingly lost in the feeling of finally being inside of you before his eyes locked on yours once more. His pace quickened, sending pleasure pulsing through your body as you finally came undone.
At the sight of you rocking against his thrusts, Jake came too, blunt fingernails digging into your hips to mark you as his.
As you tugged on a new shirt and Jake leaned against your pillows, something clicked into your mind. “Did you use that knife on…” You trailed off the last parts of your sentence, suddenly feeling a chill up your spine.
Jake’s brows furrowed for a second. “No, are you crazy?” He teased. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. You’re safe,” he retorted, a cocky expression washing over his face.
definitely don’t think about him coming home to find you curled up on the sofa in his hoodie and your underwear, him scooping you up onto his lap so he can cuddle you and trace his hands up gently and down your thighs, or him telling you how cute you look wearing it pfffft
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