Headshots for jacob alden x fem reader who stays up super late and wakes Jacob up to hang out at crazy hours? I am indifferent if it is nsfw or not, whatever you think fits best! If you write, thank you(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Heyyy y'all I'm not dead just busy ahhhh work is work and hobbies are hobbies so let's just continue .... anyway love y'all🐑✨ {I'll make a separate post for any one who wants the scoop}
Summery- despite being your stalker Jacob is your dream man (like the one you've been praying for) so when you find out how deep Mr.alden's devotion runs you decide it doesn't matter how selfish you can be, your waking his stalker ass up and doing whatever the hell you want *you even made him put a special ringtone on his phone for you*
Poor man gets so grumpy too you almost forgot he's your pethedic stalker,
So you decide he now is your personal
YESMAN!
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2:20 am
The insomnia was kicking your ass,... again
You'd spent the last two hours staring at the ceiling, reading half a book, making tea that had long since gone cold, and contemplating whether counting sheep was a personal attack at this point. Then your stomach growled. Loudly. That settled it. There was only one cure for a night like this: a trip to the local 7-Eleven for the most questionable assortment of snacks imaginable. Better yet, you knew exactly who was driving.
With all the confidence of a duchess summoning her most loyal knight, you grabbed your phone and called Jacob. It rang just long enough for you to imagine him buried beneath a pile of blankets before a groggy, thoroughly unimpressed voice answered.
"…What?"
"I'm hungry."
"...Congratulations."
"I need you to escort me to 7-Eleven."
Tired breathing and the phone crackling as he processed her demand request....
"...You woke me up at three in the morning... for snacks?"
"And a drink."
A long, defeated sigh crackled through the speaker. You could practically hear him regretting every decision that had led to becoming hopelessly obsessed with you, but we just call that devotion.
"...Give me ten minutes."
You smiled to yourself as the call ended.
Right on cue, ten minutes later, his headlights rolled into your driveway. For someone who complained every step of the way, he never once failed to show up.
You slipped into your favorite nightgown, taking an extra minute to smooth the fabric and brush your hair until it framed your face just right.
It wasn't as though you needed to impress Jacob. The poor man was already hopelessly devoted to you he'd probably think you looked beautiful wrapped in a blanket with bedhead.
Still, there was something delightfully cruel about giving him exactly what he wanted: a pretty sight waiting on the porch after he'd dragged himself out of bed at three in the morning.
If he was desperate enough to answer every call, the least you could do was reward him for being such an obedient little stalker.
Besides... maybe seeing you all dressed up would distract him from complaining the entire drive.
You slid into the passenger seat, smoothing your nightgown over your knees as Jacob pulled away from the curb.
It didn't take long before you caught him stealing another glance, then another at the next stop sign, and another whenever he thought you weren't paying attention.
A smile tugged at your lips.
"Jacob."
He hummed absentmindedly, eyes flicking back to the road.
"Eyes on the road."
He cleared his throat.
"They are."
You let out a quiet laugh.
"Liar. You've looked at me five times in the last minute."
His grip tightened around the steering wheel, the tips of his ears beginning to redden.
"...I haven't."
"Six."
He sighed through his nose, refusing to look at you now.
"You're enjoying this."
"Immensely,"
you admitted, unable to hide your grin.
"You're making me look pathetic."
You leaned back in your seat, completely pleased with yourself.
"Jacob," you said sweetly,
"you've been stalking me for months. I didn't make you look pathetic...you managed that all by yourself."
For the rest of the drive, he didn't dare look your way again... at least not while he thought you were watching.
Eventually, the familiar glow of the convenience store came into view, washing the empty parking lot in harsh fluorescent light.
Jacob eased his old red pickup into a parking space, killed the engine, and was already reaching for the door before you had even unbuckled your seatbelt.
By the time you stepped out, he'd rounded the truck and was standing beside your door, pulling it open without so much as a word.
You didn't thank him. You didn't have to. It was simply expected now.
Somewhere along the way, opening doors, walking on the outside of the sidewalk, making sure you never had to lift a finger it had all become second nature to him.
The "poor man" had become so hopelessly devoted that he anticipated your wants before you even voiced them, and watching him dutifully fall into step beside you filled you with a quiet, smug sort of satisfaction.
Inside, the store was nearly deserted, save for the bored cashier half-asleep behind the register and the constant hum of refrigerators lining the walls.
You took your time wandering the aisles, your insomnia having gifted you with an endless reserve of patience tonight. Every snack seemed worthy of consideration.
You picked one up, inspected the nutrition label as though it held the secrets of the universe, frowned, and put it back only to repeat the process with another.
Out of the corner of your eye, Jacob remained exactly where he'd always be close enough to reach you in a heartbeat, far enough away not to crowd you.
He followed silently, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, pretending to study shelves he clearly had no interest in.
It was almost amusing how restless he became.
Every so often his hand twitched toward the pocket where his phone rested before he caught himself and forced it away again.
You knew that look. Months ago, before you'd turned his unhealthy fixation into something he could only indulge under your rules, he'd have been snapping photographs without hesitation, desperate to preserve every moment.
Now he didn't dare.
You'd made it abundantly clear that when the two of you were together, the camera stayed home.
No exceptions.
The only thing he was allowed to keep was whatever memory he could burn into his own mind, and judging by the way his eyes lingered on you whenever he thought you weren't looking, that punishment seemed almost worse. It made him fidget, made him swallow hard, made him look away only to steal another glance seconds later.
The desperation was written all over him, and you had to fight the urge to smile. There was something deeply satisfying about watching someone who'd once hidden in the shadows with complete confidence now reduced to silently following behind you,
waiting for your approval like a man who couldn't decide whether he was being rewarded or tortured.
You let the silence stretch on just a little longer, deliberately taking the scenic route through every aisle in the building.
He never complained. Not once. He simply shadowed your every step, patient despite the late hour, despite the fact that you'd dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night for nothing more than convenience-store snacks.
Only after what felt like an eternity did you finally settle on a single drink and one snack. You carried them to the counter, set them down with deliberate care, then took one small step backward, folding your hands behind your back as though the next part required no explanation at all.
It didn't.
Jacob looked from you, to the cashier, to the items on the counter, and with the resigned sigh of a man who already knew exactly what you expected, reached for his wallet without being asked.
The ride back was quiet,...heavy almost.
Jacob hadn’t said a word, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had gone pale.
Finally, you looked over at him and derected. “Pull over.”
Of course he did.
The second the truck stopped, you turned toward him. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
You didn’t believe him, you spoke with a slight conviction “Jacob.”
His expression faltered, that not so good poker face cracking right before your eyes
“I-...don’t know what you want me to say,” he all but whispered it came out more desperate than he intended
“The truth.” you spoke back almost immediately like you were correcting him
For a moment, he just stared down at his hands. Then he let out a shaky breath, his eyes starting to gloss over... Part of you felt guilty the other part felt so satisfied almost turned on
“I love this.” his voice was practically nothing
“Love what Jacob?”
you spoke again your tone telling him to speak up you watched his Adam's Apple Bob and how he took that oh so familiar deep breath
“Doing things for you....Being the person you call. Knowing only I can make you happy.”
His voice cracked slightly but eventually he just laughed, he was struggling...he was losing it.
“And I hate how much I love it.”
You watched him quietly.
“Say it.”
You all but demanded
Jacob looked at you, and the exhaustion finally showed. His eyes were glassy, his composure barely holding together.
“I love you.”
The words came out like he was admitting something he’d been terrified of.
“And what does that make you?”
He gave a small, broken laugh, wiping at his face with the back of his hand slightly snuffling
“Pathetic...i-..I'm a y-yesman,...drove across town at t-two in the morning because you wanted snacks. A-and if you called me tomorrow night, I’d still come.”
A tear threatened at the corner of his eye as he looked away.
“b-but I can’t help it.”
The silence sat between you...then he whispered, almost embarrassed by his own honesty.
“I’m hopeless-"
She cut him off not because she was tired physically or mentally but only because she could take so much of his pathetic little theatrics
"hopeless is as hopeless does my love, but for not when we get back to the neighborhood I'm going to give you exactly 2 minutes to give Cameron meet me at my house... I think you earned it"
You said earned it like it had burned you maybe he wasn't the only one being dramatic tonight
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📸- the items that were prepared for him before he even got in your house was a chair, handcuffs and a camera stand.
📸- you had him sit down on the chair you had him handcuffed, you put his camera on the stand right about his height to where he could take pictures,
📸-every time he would whine for you to do something or take off your clothes like a pathetic puppy, you would tease him even more,
As in act like you were going to take your clothes off,
Make him strip down pants and boxers included..
And obviously at this point his pretty cock was at Attention against his stomach
📸- oh, and he begged quite a lot.
"f-fuck i-... P-please take your clothes off?! How can I get a good shot if-..."
"oh? would you look at that you're already dripping Alden"
"n-no PLEASE I-?!?"
"no wonder you're whining so much, you're practically dripping like a b*tch in heat"
he would practically be sobbing at that point that knot in his pretty little belly getting too tight... Just from your words alone
"n-need you...agh-.. n-no!!"
Soon a thick rope of pearly white was everywhere all over his stomach, all over his camera...
📸- eventually, once you two get down to it he is so good at being all over you ... just the right amount of pace and the right amount of depth to make you squirm along with him... The way he grabbed the fat of your hips but still sobbed for your love and attention like the pathetic mutt he was.. and the positions he put you in clearly you could tell he watched a lot of pornos..
📸-after everything was said and done, at the end of the day he was just a yesman, he took care of you he obeyed you and most importantly he was obsessed with you.... And you knew that it must be tiring so the aftercare was your specialty... You pampered that man like no tomorrow , just a perk of staying around you he assumed... And somehow after everything you were able to sleep..
I fucking HATE ykmet strade YK I HATE TPOF TOO STRADE WONT LEY ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMN BASEMENT NO MAYTER HOW HARD I TRY AND ITS PISSING ME OFF AND I CANT GET ANYWHERE IN ANYONE IN TPOFS ROUTES GOD DAMMIT im not cheating though because i dont wanna
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