Note : this is slow burn kinda headcanon it might not be perfect, but God writing it I was too giddy. Hehe lord I enjoyed writing it took A whole lot of effort but dont regret it at all.
Anyhow I hope you all enjoy. If you liked it reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated.
Fmc! Reader x Duskwood Jake
• First kiss with jake won't happen quickly, the tension before it happens will build before it breaks like god damn, dam of water. And only your God knows how long you have waited for that moment.
• It will kill you and jake slowly. (But he wont admit that, because he is too much of a overthinker/logical person for that to happen.)
• The wait till it happens, will be too agonizing for him as well, he will dream kissing you, more than he knows. He would want it to be perfect, to have you pressed closer to him, to imagine your lips, against his, your hands on his neck, the thought itself is enough to blaze every nerve in his soul.
• At first, when you two are just behind screens, he will try to hold back, his desires his everything. He would be too respectful (almost too respectful for your liking) when you initiate kiss or any subject related to that, he will immediately go offline.
• Though he doesn't tell, physical distance between you and him, is something which frustrates him the most, because you feel too real to be behind that annoying phone/computer screen.
• When he first sees you, or the first time you meet, he would be speechless, regardless of the multiple thoughts and that unfamiliar emotion stirring inside his chest.
• He would just stare at you for what feels like years, like he is etching every part of you in his mind. He would not close the distance immediately he will pin you with his gaze to make sure you are real. You exist.
• You would be the first one to step closer to him, to break everything, and despite his control, he will lose it, he will exhale softly, and close the distance between you and him, he will immediately pull you into an embrace, which will go on for like too long yet it will feel not enough.
• He will pull back enough to look at your features, his breaths will be so heavy, and deeper as he takes you in with his gaze, he will slowly trace your eyes with his fingertips, your nose, your lips, your jawline, too achingly gentle because he would not want to break you, because if he allowed himself to lose control, he will definitely do, what he fears the most.
• So he would just smile, and kiss you on the forehead instead before pulling away. His lips against your skin, will be softer than anything you have ever felt.
• After that you two would always spend your days, hours, together, and the charge between you and him would be electrical, and he becomes more aware your presence, and your scent, that it dangerously unnerves him.
• He will overthink almost everything when you are near him. And asks you almost immediately, if he feels he crossed any boundary with you. And sometimes it is just too damn, frustrating because lord you just want that man. Still, he will be asking you.
- Am I being too forward?!
- Is this okay?
• So, the final moment that builds up and leads to your kiss with him is right after a vulnerable confession, because he would share his deepest parts with you, confessing his feelings again, and this time in person, as he speaks with such sincerity, and emotions welling up in his voice, you saying you feel the same, again.
• Because lordddd have mercy thats the last straw for him, because hearing you say it, feels real than anything in his life. his heart will beat so loudly that you could hear it in the silence of the room (not like yours is any less frantic.)
• As you breath "I love you, Jake." That's it for him, he would not overthink anything anymore, he will just close the distance between you and him in an instant, his lips will hover just inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm and soft breath like morning mist brushing against your skin. He will linger there, not rushing, just letting the moment stretch until it felt unbearable to you and him. When he finally speaks his voice will be a low whisper, like he is holding onto the last thread of his control, his voice is so pleading, a gentle whisper that it will send a shiver down your spine, "Can I kiss you, my love?. A pause, as he is gathering another bit of his lost control. "Because MC, I cant hold it in anymore."
• You won't be able to speak, so you just nod, and thats all he needs, his hands will cup your face too gentle at first as he crashes his lips against yours, fuck thats all you would think, as your hands slid around his neck, and you stand on your tip toes, and kiss him back as hard, as if you are devouring each other.
• The next moment, he will deepen the kiss, and you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring every corner, as your tongue meets his slow, then more certain, and your breath deepening with each passing second. His hands will move down to your waist pulling you closer against him, while your fingers curl into his soft, messy hair, holding him there. You feel the warmth of him, and the taste lingering like something intoxicating, and his grip tightens around your waist, almost like he’s grounding himself, because he knows how real this is. And in one silent moment he realizes, letting go of you isn't an option anymore.
• After he pulls away, his forehead will rest against yours, his breath still uneven from the kiss, as if he still haven't recovered, and he murmurs, "The only thing I regret is I didnt do it sooner" There will be a brief pause, like a confession he still can't realize he is able to make in front of you, “And, love…” he will hesitate, before stepping back just slightly, but his gaze? still fixed on you, as he continues, “now that I’ve tasted you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.” Before you could respond, he will lean in again, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, too soft and grounding you in the moment.
• After that, his touches, his kisses, will become more frequent, more certain, like he’s no longer holding himself back.
• And you? You let yourself melt in that feeling, and find yourself wanting more of it, more of him.
• Slowly, almost without you realizing it, he becomes more yours, more open, more vulnerable, than he’s ever allowed himself to be with anyone before.
• Lastly, you and him realize, you dont have to die to experience heaven, because in each other's presence you already have.
Summary: One shot of Jake trying to hurt MC before the world he is a part of gets the chance, only to realize she’d rather be destroyed with him than live without him.
cw : language, emotional
Note : I never wrote fanfictions so bear w me, if its not good I am sorry lol, if you read it or liked it, I appreciate it a lot <3
wc: 1.9 k
Jakes Pov :
I lay on my back, tilting my head slightly as my eyes settled on her. She was draped over me, her head resting on my arm, one leg thrown across me and her fingers were clutching my hoodie as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
But was it peaceful? No… it was pure heaven.
God… how I loved her.
Still, something in me felt restless, by each passing second, maybe it was the air around me or something else, that I couldn’t sleep tonight, because lately, my thoughts weren’t just thoughts anymore. They were becoming something else, something I was trying to escape from.
Because what was I doing?
I’m doing it because I’m a selfish piece of–
My thoughts were pulled away as she stirred against me, her breath warm against my neck, and it was the perfect contrast of cold that surrounded us. I shifted onto my side finally facing her, and my gaze intensely fixed on her. Her skin looked soft in the dim light. And before I could stop myself, my fingers moved instinctively, brushing through her hairs. She doesn’t wake, but lies still and safely against me.
I swiftly pulled her closer, breathing in the faint scent of her rose soap that clung to her like stars in the night sky.
I swear to God—I could lose myself in that.
For a moment, we stayed tangled together, quiet, still, like the world had paused just for us.
Until my phone buzzed.
I groaned softly, rolling onto my back again and reaching for it from the side table, as I picked it up. The screen lit up instantly, Nymos.
My program.
The one I created for her, to detect danger, before it finds her or me.
It was going off furiously and repeatedly.
Your system is at risk.
The warning flashed again and again, the sound echoing in the silence. My heart started pounding violently against my chest and for a second I didn’t move.
Shit.
“We need to move,” I muttered under my breath.
I never dreaded moving, or running, or hiding, back when I was alone. It was a life I never cared enough about to protect. But now?
I have something worth living for.
And what am I doing with it?
The thought curdles into something sharp, something ugly, and for a moment I feel raw hatred for myself.
As my eyes drifted back to her. She looked… peaceful in her sleep, and something in my chest twisted painfully.
Because I realized this wasn't the life she deserved. She deserved more than running in the dark, more than half-sleep and constant fear.
And I knew she deserves more than me.
And for just a moment, I thought about leaving her behind, letting her hate me. Because at least then, she would be safe. I shook my head quickly, pushing the thought away.
No.
I sat up carefully, sliding my arm out from beneath her head as gently as I could.
She shifted slightly, and my hand found her cheek, my thumb brushing lightly beneath her eye. “MC,” I murmur softly.
She stirred reluctantly. “Mm…”
“Wake up.” My voice was quieter than usual.
But it was enough for her to be awake, as her eyes opened slowly, unfocused at first, but she squinted them hard before they settled on me.
There was no confusion there, no questions, no hesitation. She just said, “Okay,” her voice was still groggy with sleep.
That word again. It was always that word, the part that hurt the most. Because she never questioned it, never fought me on it, never asked why. She simply trusted me. And that…? made it worse.
She pushed herself up immediately from the bed, already reaching for her things.
“Leave it,” I said, turning away, my jaw clenching as I began packing what little we needed.
By the time we stepped outside, the air had shifted, like something was already closing in behind us. She stayed close to me as we moved through the trees without speaking. Branches cracked under our feet. The ground was uneven. Even then she didn't complain.
“You shouldn’t be here.” The words came out of my mouth before I decided to say them.
She didn’t stop walking. “What?”
“This,” I said, glancing around at the forest, the distance, the nowhere we kept ending up in. “You shouldn’t be part of it.”
She let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Jake…”
“Don’t.”
This time, she stopped.
So I did too.
"This isn't a life." I said quietly, not looking at her.
“And?” Her voice shifted, it was no longer soft, no longer patient. It carried something sharper now, something that pushed back. “So tell me, Jake… what is a life? One where you’re not in it with me?”
Her words hit me deeper than anything else could.
“I chose this,” she added, her voice steadier this time.
“You shouldn’t have,” I muttered, my jaw tightening further, the words forced out like they burned on the way up.
Silence.
“And that was your decision to make?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, far too quickly.
She stared at me like she didn’t recognize me for a second. “No,” she said.
And then she kept walking. I caught up to her in a few quick steps, the silence between us felt heavier than before.
Soon, the outline of an abandoned bunker came into view or at least something that looked like one just as the sky darkened, clouds pressing low, the air thick with something waiting to break.
“Let’s stay here,” she said.
I didn’t argue, because of course we both didn't have a choice, but my thoughts were already somewhere else, far too deep to pull back.
I remained near the entrance, setting the bag down. She moved further inside almost immediately, picking it up again and placing it aside as she began making space, and I kept watching her.
“Jake.”
I didn’t answer.
“We’re okay,” she said in a reassuring tone, but it did nothing to calm me down and she turned to face me, as she finally stepped closer to me. “We made it.”
That word.
We.
“No.”
Her expression shifted, her brows furrowed at me.
“This isn’t okay.” I said.
The rain started by then, pouring softly against the bunker windows, the sound spreading through the space, steady, almost suffocating, filling the silence we had left between us.
“You can’t keep doing this,” I said. “Following me into something that doesn’t end.”
“I’m not following you,” she replied. “I’m choosing you.”
“That’s worse.” My voice came out sharper than I intended.
She stepped closer. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
Silence filled the space between us, thick as the air outside. “Then say it properly,” she said.
I didn’t hesitate and that was the worst part. But, it was already breaking me as the words left my mouth. “Break up with me.”
The rain hit harder against the metal above us, as if it was mocking me.
She didn’t move but something in her expression changed. “No,” she said immediately.
“This isn’t a discussion.”
“It is for me.”
“You deserve better than this,” I said, my voice tightening despite myself. “Someone who can actually give you a life. Someone who doesn’t make you run in the middle of the night, who doesn’t disappear without a word… someone who doesn’t make you look over your shoulder every second you breathe.”
“Sometimes I think… even Phil—” I let out a quiet, humorless breath, my jaw tightening, “even someone like him could give you something close to a normal life, something I clearly can’t, MC.”
Her eyes flashed, something sharp and furious breaking through.
“Why would you say that?” she snapped, her voice rising, cracking at the edges. “You don’t get to decide that for me. You don’t get to stand there and tell me what kind of life I should want!”
“I’m trying to—”
“No!” she cuts me off, stepping closer to me, anger spilling over now. “You’re trying to control it. You’re trying to make the choice for me because it’s easier than actually staying and facing it!” Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her hands trembling at her sides.
“I chose this,” she said again, but this time it wasn’t steady, it was raw. “I chose you. Every part of this. Even the running, even the fear, you.”
Silence pressed in between us after she said it.
“And you think I don’t know what I’m giving up?” she continued, quieter now, but somehow it hurt more. “You think I don’t see it every time we leave somewhere behind? Every time you look at me like you’re already saying goodbye?”
I couldn’t answer.
“Or is that what this is?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You said it first, so it hurts less when I finally do?”
The words landed like a blow.
“You don’t get to do that, Jake,” she said, tears finally spilling now. “You don’t get to walk away and call it protection.”
I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening as I closed the distance between us, wiping her tears before pulling her into my arms.
“I’m trying to protect you.” I said instead
“And I’m trying to stay.”
I went still, for a moment, as her hand found mine. My grip tightened on her fingers without permission.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, squeezing my hands back.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” My voice breaks.
Then she moved, rising onto her tiptoes until she was close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips, warm and unsteady. For a second, neither of us spoke, just stood there, caught in something fragile, something breaking and then she closed the distance.
Her lips met mine, soft at first, almost hesitant, like she was giving me a chance to pull away. I didn’t. Instead my hand found her waist before I could stop myself, pulling her closer, holding her there like if I let go, she might disappear. I kissed her back, deeper this time, desperate in a way I couldn’t control, anchoring myself in the only thing that still felt real.
“I’m not letting you push me away,” she murmured against my lips.
“You should.”
“I won’t.”
The rain outside grew louder around us.
“I don’t know how to keep you safe,” I admitted, my voice quieter than it had ever been, stripped of everything but the truth.
“You don’t have to do it alone.” She said.
I exhaled slowly, finally pulling away from the kiss, and giving in to her, agreeing with her, without saying the words out loud.
Later, as the storm softened into something steady, the rain was no longer violent but constant. We lay together on the bunker floor, she was curled into my side like it was instinct, like I was the only place she felt safe, and I let her, my arm tightening around her just slightly, as if holding her there could keep everything else away.
Like it had always been this way. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her even closer before I could think about it. Her breathing slowed, and I stared at the ceiling for a long time.
I listened quietly, to the steady rhythm of the rain, to her heartbeat beneath my chest, as I turned toward her. She felt too real beside me, too close, like something I didn’t deserve to keep.
But got lucky to have it anyway.
My grip tightened around her before I tilted my head down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I love you,” I whispered against her skin, the words trembling as they fell apart on the way out. “So so much, MC… I love you in a way that feels too big for this world, like even the sky couldn’t hold it. I love you in a way that’s dangerous… for both of us. And I will do everything in my power to keep you safe…” my voice broke slightly,—even if it takes everything I have left… including my life.”
“Thank you… for staying. For choosing me,” I added softly.
And this time, even with fear coiling through me, I didn’t try to let go of her.
• Jake at first would not admit it, that he is jealous.
• He might not even recognize his jealousy at first. It’s unfamiliar, to him, something he tries to dismiss as simple observation.
• When he is jealous , he will get quieter, short replies, not knowing why is he even annoyed, a bit distant even at first.
• The “competition” that doesn’t even exist. And yet, in his mind, it does.
• he will start to care about things he didn't before, whose texts are making you laugh, he would care that who are you talking to.
• he will beat around the bush, when he is jealous,
"So, him, huh, you seem to be very open with them."
"I dont think I trust them"
• If you tease him about it, he’ll deny it immediately, he will be like, huh? Obviously not.
• But when he realizes he is jealous, he will be more present with you, more attentive to you, than his goddamn computer.
• when he is jealous, he would not say, stay away from her, he will mostly or probably, ruin their life digitally, not just out of jealousy, but moreso if they are actually terrible person, he will actually make all his private affairs PUBLIC, if they are actually bad, but if it just harmless flirting, he will outright block them, through your phone and act ... clueless.
• If someone flirts with you in front of him, he will give them death glare, or be more touchy with you, until they get the hint, he believes in actions not just words.
• But on rare occasions he will accept it outright, but not that straight forward, more so? Jake will say : they seem fucking weird to me, if you ask me.
• If you talk more in your group chat, or someone's got your attention, he will act a bit clingy towards you.
• most probably it will go like :
“You sent him a meme.”
“It’s a meme, Jake.”
“You didn’t send it to me.”
“…do you want the meme?”
“That’s not the point.”
“…I’m sending it.”
• But sometimes he will be vulnerable, and god his words will ablaze everything in you, like :
"It's not just jealousy, mc, i am goddamn in love with you, and if someone or anyone even dares to disrupt that, or try something, I would not hesitate, to show them their place"
• in his mind, even if he gets overprotective its all because he doesnt want to lose you, because you are the only thing in his life that has ever mattered.
Summary: When MC finally confronts Jake about his disappearance, the argument quickly spirals into something far more intense, fear, longing, and love colliding all at once, blurring the line between anger and need.
Note : I never wrote fanfictions so bear w me, if its not good I am sorry lol, if you read it or liked it, I appreciate it a lot <3
wc: 2.7k
As soon as you were alone, around the back of the bar, your eyes caught on a single car parked nearby.
You glanced around quickly, scanning the shadows, but there was nothing else. At least, nothing you could see.
It was just you, him, and the silence that stretched tightly between you, and the world, that seemed to narrow, shrinking itself until it held only the two of you.
The air around you was thick and heavy with the rustic scent of metal and dust, settling deep in your lungs with every breath.
As your gaze finally settled on him, you studied his eyes, they felt tired, almost exhausted, and your gaze did not leave him, not even when it was just the two of you, standing alone in the silence. You had a million questions crowding your mind to ask him, pressing against your thoughts, but not nearly enough words to give them voice.
At least not until, his hand caught your wrist and pressed your back against the nearest wall. The impact itself stole your breath.
He followed instantly, not giving you a moment to pull yourself together. Quickly, closing the distance between you and him. His presence felt overwhelming and too familiar. The warmth of his clothes seeped into you, his scent laced with something rougher and musk, curling into your senses until it was all you could breathe.
Then he removed his mask and threw it aside. He leaned down as his lips hovered just inches from yours, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, like he was holding back something he wasn’t sure he could control.
“MC…”
A pause.
“I’m sorry.”
Then he swiftly kissed you, closing the distance between you and him in a single breath, like the space between you had become unbearable. There was nothing careful in it, nothing restrained; it was all urgency, full of heat, the kind that comes from being kept apart too long.
His grip tightened around you, as he pulled you closer as if three days of silence had carved something restless into him, something that could only be answered like this, through touch, through closeness, through a kiss that felt less like a question and more like something he couldn’t hold back anymore.
The force of it made your knees weaken, your back pressing harder into the wall as his hand slowly slid to your waist to steady you. His breath broke against your lips, the words slipping through again and again—
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
You were angry.
God, you were furious.
But this wasn’t something you had prepared for, and your resistance faltered instantly, as you felt him pressed closely against you.
You kissed him back just as desperately, your hands tightening around him as if the distance of the past few days still clung to your skin. His hand slipped beneath your top, caressing it slow at first, as if almost testing, before settling more firmly, beneath your bra. As his fingers brushed against your breasts. You could feel the heat building inside your stomach with each passing second, your body reacting before your mind could catch up, and you feel a cold sharp shiver running through you. A quiet moan escaped your lips.
He didn’t rush, after. It almost felt like he was savoring you. His touch lingered, tracing over your skin with a deliberate, almost reverent intensity, like he was committing you to memory, like he needed to remind himself you were real, that you were still here, still within his reach.
You were meant to push him away. You really did, or at least wanted to. But your hands betrayed you, so you fisted your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer instead, closing whatever space he hadn’t already taken.
Because right now, everything was tangled together.
The anger.
The fear.
The relief.
And it spilled over all at once. Your teeth caught his lower lip, not gentle, but just enough to make it hurt.
Yet, he didn't pull back. A low sound left him instead, swallowed between your lips, and it sent a sharp heat through you, and your thighs pressed together instinctively.
It was too much.
“Jake… stop.” The words came out uneven, barely steady.
And he listened, immediately. As he pulled back just enough to put space between you.
Suddenly his warmth was gone, his hands were gone, and swear to God—It frustrated you more than anything else.
Your breath was still unsteady from the kiss you had just shared, your lips tingling, and your pulse refusing to slow down. But you held yourself together, gathering what little restraint you had left and forcing it into place before it slipped completely out of your grasp.
As you catch your breath you notice that dim light barely caught his face, but you didn’t need to see it clearly to know, he was already retreating, slipping back behind that distance, that control he always hid behind. It snapped something in you. “You know how worried I was, I thought that you were caught.. Or that..something happened to you!”
The words broke out of you before you could stop them. For a moment, he said nothing, and that hurt more than anything. “Three days, Jake,” your voice shook now, anger and fear tangling itself into each other until you couldn’t separate them anymore. “Three days of nothing. No message. No sign. Do you have any idea what that does to someone?”
His jaw tightened. “I didn’t have a choice.”
You let out a hollow laugh. “There’s always a choice.”
“No,” he said, sharper this time. “Not in this.”
You stepped closer to him, refusing to let him retreat again. “Then explain it to me,” you demanded. “Because from where I was standing, it just looked like you didn't give a fuck.”
His gaze flickered to your eyes, and something uneasy, something almost guilty passed between it, but it vanished just as quickly. “It was dangerous.”
“That’s not an explanation.” you said, running a hand through your hairs.
“It’s the only one I can give.” His words landed like a slap.
You stared at him, something inside your chest tightening painfully. “You don’t get to do that,” you said, your voice was almost quieter now, but loud enough to be heard by him.
“You don’t get to vanish, come back like nothing happened, and then expect me to just accept that.”
His expression hardened as he sighs loudly. “I was just trying to keep you safe.”
“By shutting me out?” your voice rose again. “By leaving me to imagine the worst possible outcome? Do you know what I thought happened to you?”
He didn’t answer.
“Do you?” you pressed.
A beat.
“Yes.”, he said, stepping closer to you, you took a step back instinctively until the wall was the only thing keeping you steady.
The certainty in his voice made your breath catch. “Then how could you do that to me?” you whispered.
Something shifted in his expression. “Because the alternative was worse.”
Your brows furrowed. “What does that even mean?”
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration breaking through his usual composure. “It means if I had reached out, if I had stayed in contact, it could have led them straight to you.”
The words settled heavily between you. “They were closer than I expected,” he continued. “Closer than I was prepared for, and I had to cut everything off.”
Your anger instantly disappeared, you felt guilty for even doubting him.
But God was it hard?
“And you couldn’t send one message?” you asked, voice trembling. “One word? Anything so I didn’t think you were—”
“Caught?” he finished for you.
You swallowed hard. “Yes.”
But this time, it wasn’t empty. It was heavy with everything left unsaid. “I thought about it,” he finally admitted. “More times than you think.”
Your chest tightened. “But every second I wanted to stay connected was another risk,” he continued. “For you.”
You shook your head, stepping back slightly. “You don’t get to decide that alone.”
“I have to.”
“No, you choose to.” you finally snapped, tears welling up in your eyes.
That hit him, you saw it in the way his expression shifted, in the way his shoulders tensed. “You think I want this?” he asked, voice edged with something raw. “You think I want to disappear every time things get worse? To leave you like that?”
“Then stop doing it!” you snapped, the words breaking out of you before you could hold them back. You knew, even as you said it, that there was nothing you could really do, no way to change it. But this time, the emotions surged louder, and were impossible to contain.
“I can’t!”
The words echoed louder than anything else, and you both froze.
Because, you both knew that was the truth.
Your voice broke when you spoke again. “I can’t keep doing this, Jake.”
Something in him stilled, when you said it.
“Say that again.” The change in his voice was immediate, sharper, edged with something that made your breath catch, and his eyes darkened, the calm distance you were used to gone in an instant.
You hesitated. It was not fear, but something else. Something that curled low in your stomach and refused to be ignored.
“I—” You didn’t get the words out.
Before you could speak, he was on you again. All your anger vanished as he kissed you, hard, almost angry, and you kissed him back with the same eagerness. With just heat, urgency, something almost reckless as his hand came up to steady you against the wall.
You met him with equal force, your fingers tangling into his hoodie, pulling him closer like you couldn't stand the distance anymore.
“Say that again.” His voice dropped, darker and edged with something dangerous as his eyes locked onto yours.
You couldn’t, God, you couldn’t.
A slow grin touched , as he mumbled, “Alright…” As soon as those words left his mouth he groaned slightly as his lips trailed down, slower this time, deliberately trailing a path of kisses along your jaw, your neck, each one sending a sharp shiver through you.
Your breath hitched and your grip tightened on him.
“You can’t do this?” he murmured against your skin.
“Want me to stop, MC?”
You didn’t answer immediately. Your breath trembled. “…No.” The admission slipped out before you could take it back.
He undressed you too quickly, your top was gone in a single motion, as he unclasped the bra in a quick movement, throwing it aside, you pushed your pants down without a pause as adrenaline finally reached itself to you. The fabric of pant slipped from your skin as he shoved it aside, his hands almost impatient to touch you again, as he fumbled briefly with his own restraint, unbuckling his pants just as urgently.
And you knew.
You knew this wasn’t right.
This wasn’t fixing anything.
You needed answers. You needed words.
But right now—
None of it mattered.
Because the way he touched you.
The way he said your name.
The way he felt real again after days of nothing but silence.
“You’re a masterpiece, MC.” He leaned back, his eyes solely on you, he said it in a sultry tone, and that was enough to unravel you.
And before you could stop it, you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, a flush spreads through your body before you could stop it.
And just as quickly, he held his length against you, teasing it at your entrance as he cussed under his breath. His tip teases at your core, as he stops, just long enough to drag the moment out, letting the tension coil tighter and stretching it until it almost hurts.
Not giving you what you were already aching for.
“Your cunt is dripping for me…MC,” he murmured under his breath. As his free hand moved towards your chest , his fingers pinching your nipples, tightly, just enough to pull a sharp reaction from you, your breath catching as a shiver ran through you.
You moan loudly, “Jake—”
“Yes, Love?” he murmured, voice low, teasing, like he already knew exactly what he was doing to you.
Then he moved closer again, the space between you gone in an instant, your thoughts scattering under the weight of him being here, real and alive. Every movement felt sharper, like he was grounding himself in you as much as you were in him.
“Didn’t I say, MC?” he breathed, finally pushing himself into you.
You groaned loudly, as pleasure overwhelmed your senses.
“That—”
A thrust.
“I—”
A thrust.
“Will—”
Another.
“Always—”
Another.
“Find—”
Another.
“You.”
His voice dropped into a low groan. “Didn’t I?”
And whatever he said there, it shifted something in him. Your fingers tightened around him as everything blurred into sensation, into heat, into something overwhelming.
“No matter where you are…” he breathed, his forehead pressing briefly against yours, “no matter where I am… I will reach you. Even if I have to go through hell to find you.”
He rolled his hips against your core, moving himself deeper into you, and your breath caught instantly. Your chest tightened in a way that felt unfamiliar to you, and the sensation was too overwhelming, as it left you struggling to hold onto anything except him at that moment.
“No matter what they do to me… no matter the torture… heaven or underworld—I will always find you.”
Another thrust.
“I’ll go through hell if I have to.”
Another—
Your eyes start to sting.
“And no one…” his voice faltered, just slightly, “…not even death itself, gets to take you from me.”
He paused before continuing, his voice breaking slightly between his breaths. "Because if it does…” he whispered, leaning closer to you, your tears slipped free as everything became too much. He notices immediately and moves closer to you, as he licks them slowly, grounding you in a way, like there was no urgency from moments ago. “It has to take me with it.”
You clung to him tighter, your legs instinctively wrapping around him, pulling him closer. His hands found their way to your hips, then lower, gripping them firmly, holding you in place as if letting go wasn’t an option.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured as lowered his head against your shoulder. “I won’t disappear like that again.”
A pause.
“And if I ever have to… I'll take you with me.”
The words hit differently this time.
“I can’t lose you,” he admitted, voice breaking just enough to feel real. “Not when losing you means losing myself completely.”
He pressed himself closer and harder this time, his movements losing whatever restraint he had left. As he thrusts himself finally this time. His hands roamed freely, over your breasts, down to your navel, like he couldn’t decide where to stay, like he needed to feel all of you at once. Your breath becomes uneven, breaking between every movement, and his every touch.
The moment was too much and the world stilled around you, and you felt yourself slipping closer to the edge of ecstasy, your pussy tightened around his dick, clenching with a desperate intensity, and you knew you were close.
And he knew too, “Let go, MC,” he breathed.
And you did. “Jake—” You scream his name, as everything shattered at once, your body breaking around him.
You clung to him as the orgasm crashed through you, your grip tightening on him, as your body trembled violently. He followed right after, spilling himself inside you. But his hold on you was still just as firm, just as desperate.
When the moment finally settled, neither of you moved.
You held onto him even tighter this time, your chest rising and falling with every breath, your body was still shaking as you pressed closer, like if you let go, even for a second he might disappear again.
Then his voice brushed against your ear as he lifted his head a bit. “Phil was watching.” His words sank in slowly. And a shiver ran through you and your entire body went still. Mortification hits you instantly, not anger, just pure, overwhelming embarrassment.
“Jake—”
But before you could say anything, he kissed you again, deeply, like you were already his.
And God knew you were.
“Now he knows,” he murmured against your skin, “what he can never have.”
Summary: Jake has never broken a promise, not even once. So when he fails to return after three days of silence, something isn’t just wrong… it’s unthinkable. As fear twists into something darker, you’re left with one question you can’t outrun, what could possibly keep him away this time?
genre : romance, smut in next part x
Note : I never wrote fanfictions so bear w me, if its not good I am sorry lol, if you read it or liked it, I appreciate it a lot <3
wc: 1113
He was supposed to be back three days ago, wasn't he?
That's what looped through your mind for days, as you tried calling his phone, numerous times, you texted him, you texted nymos, without any response, and every attempt you made to contact him, were met with utter silence, eventually you had stopped counting the calls and texts somewhere after fifty.
Not only calls, you lost track of everything, going on in your life, your stomach churns violently with thoughts you would not dare entertain, yet they slipped in, slyly, for instance, like somewhere deep down you knew the risks came with loving and being with him.
Because none of it was simple, not really, and yet none of that mattered, because when you fall hopelessly in love with someone like that, then logic didn't stand a chance.
And you knew it wouldn’t be easy, being with him, but the heart rarely listens to reason.
In the end, you gave in. Now, here you were. You both have agreed to this, a fragile kind of hope or plan, that you will stay in duskwood and he will be on the move, and he will come to you, when he can.
And he always came back.
Until now, at least.
As you sat across from your friends in the Aurora Bar, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you didn’t belong there.
You hadn’t wanted to come. Jessy had practically dragged you out, insisting it would help, but instead, you felt yourself slipping further away, your thoughts drifting somewhere distant and unreachable.
Because he wasn’t here.
The air was thick with heat and, sweat, as it filled your lungs with every breath, laced with the bitter sting of alcohol. The music inside pulsed through the room, tangled with laughter and voices, loud enough to drown out almost anything, but not the panic steadily rising inside you. Not the thought that there was no trace of him.
No message.
No call.
Nothing.
You pondered, that he had never stayed gone this long before. No matter how dangerous things got, no matter how far he had to run, he always came back. He always found a way to reach you.
Uneasiness, settled deep in your chest, with each passing second, and your thoughts? They wouldn’t stay still. They circled back, over and over, to the same unbearable question.
What if something happened to him?
Or worse…
What if they found him?
That was the scariest scenario, you always had to deal with.
“That hackerman should consider himself lucky.” Dan’s voice cut through your thoughts. “He’s your boyfriend, otherwise I’d have tracked him down myself and knocked some sense into him.” He says as he spun his glass idly.
You shot him a sharp look, but Cleo spoke before you could.
“We don’t know what condition he’s in,” she said gently. “MC has every right to be worried.”
You gave her a small, grateful nod.
Dan scoffed, pushing himself up from his seat. “I’m just saying,” he muttered, heading toward the bar. “I’m worried about her.”
You knew he was, but right now, that didn’t make it easier.
Cleo’s hand squeezed your shoulder softly before she stood, as she mouthed the words, dont mind him, as she turned and followed after him.
Your chest squeezed with unfamiliar emotions as you look at your little family, how they had been all here for you. Every second of it. They didn't leave your side. Not when you were having panic attacks, not when you thought your world fell apart, not when you could not fell asleep. And somehow they stayed through it all.
Sometimes, you wondered if you could ever give them even half of what they had given you.
“Hey—” Jessy’s voice broke through your thoughts as she stumbled slightly toward you, laughter still clinging to her words.
She dropped down beside you, leaning in with a playful grin. “Come on, MC… don’t do this to yourself. I planned tonight for you. Dance with me, you’ll feel better, I promise.”
You didn’t look at her. Your gaze stayed fixed on your hands, curled tightly in your lap. “Jessy…”
That was all it took for her to understand. Her expression softened entirely, as she circles towards the table and sit beside you, wrapping her arms around you tightly, as she pulls you into a tight embrace. You held onto her just as tightly. When she pulled back, she stayed close, talking softly, trying to distract you.
You knew you could not enjoy yourself, when your thoughts kept drifiting towards him.
Jake.
Was he safe?
Was he okay?
Jessy’s voice blurred into the background as your heartbeat quickened, loud and uneven in your ears. You forced yourself to breathe.
Inhale.
Four… three… two… one.
Exhale.
Four… three… two… one.
Again, and again.
Jessy’s hand found yours, grounding you instantly. “Hey… look at me.” she says.
But your vision blurred as tears welled up, spilling before you could stop them.
You didn’t even register what she was saying, only that she was there. That she wasn’t letting you fall apart alone.
You wipe your tears, as from the corner of your eyes, you see a movement, someone approaching, and you already knew who it was.
Phil.
He slid into the seat beside you just as quick, Jessy was pulled away by Dan, you didn’t need to look to know, because he had always had that strange idea of setting you up with Phil.
“Better him, than that hackerman”, he had joked, but at times you think if it was true.
You exhaled quietly, already tired.
“Did he stand you up, princess?” Phil’s voice was smooth.
“No,” you replied softly. “He didn’t. He’s just… busy.”
“Is that so?” He leaned back, studying you. “You know,” he continued, “I respect whatever you have with him, but… he’s a fool to treat you like this.”
You opened your mouth to respond–
But just then, a hand closed tightly around your wrist. The grip was strong, and you knew who it was. Your breath hitched, as you let yourself feel his touch.
Your friends were too far away to notice, as the noise of the bar swallowed everything.
Your turn your head slowly, and your eyes met with his. The same, blue gaze, icy and sharp enough to cut through the dim light, yet beneath it, something warmer lingered, something that only you had ever learned to recognize.
Jake.
Your heart stuttered violently in your chest. Before you could speak, before you could even fully process it, he stepped forward your wrist still in his hands, as his grip tightened slightly.
His other hand shot forward, gripping Phil by the collar, yanking him up just enough to force his attention. “I’ll deal with you later.” He said in a rough dangerous voice, and he didnt even give Phile a chance to speak.
As he shoved him back without another glance, and before you could react, he pulled you with him, through the side of the bar, away from the noise, away from everyone else, towards the backside of the bar, which was almost always empty.
Your pulse roared loudly in your ears as your thoughts scattered towards him, your gaze lingering on his back, with a single thought in your mind.
Some theories I had, and some random yapping spoilers will be there so click on your own risk :
- I wondered what if , in that audio tape we listened to it was mc, lol, but that theory was debunked since male players are there too.
- I think the body is of Sophia, or Billy, not adam obviously, or Billy killed Sophia.
- Adam and Charlie is involved in something but I dont know what.
- I feel Charlie is hiding something, like he knows about stuff adam was dealing with he is a journalist isnt he. Thats why.
- richy appeared in that episode, I knew he didnt die because jake must have saved him. I dont know how to feel for his return yet. I like richy but damn , i want to ask him about jake. I feel he feels probably guilty but idk if I was his friend is would hand him over to police just yet. From his condition it felt he was there for a long time, and jake must have known its safer for him so he left him there.
- jake is in duskwood, we think what if he is in moonvale, probably not but I dont think jake has left.
- what does it mean jake said i will find you, where did mc even go? We lost contact yeah but is that all?
- this time I want mc to have a bigger role, in moonvale.
- remember? Julie said she saw us in moonvale ,what if mc was someday actually there but doesnt remember it? Because of traumatic too far fetched. Or maybe someone else who looked like mc?
- how did adam got our number if i am correct adam must have remembered us but did we forget him?
Okay thats all too much rambling hahaha but i needed to let it outt.
