Chris Turpin X Jake Kiszka Slash Fic

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

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He would, too

Would y'all want a sequel to my pirate jake fic?? I'm having ideas...

can he spit in my mouth next

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In The Woods Somewhere

Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, being chasing, fear of the dark, fear kink, the wilderness, cursing, slight mentions of blood, mean and teasing Jake SMUT including: fingering, light choking, light overstimulation, kissing, biting.

Quick note: This one shot was inspired by Jake’s recent post of course, Hozier’s In The Woods Somewhere, and a certain scene from Lazarus… (for the full effect I’d recommend reading this after dark *wink*)

Summary: “Now, run.”

Word Count: 2.5k

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“What the fuck was that?” your voice trembles as you instinctively grab your boyfriend's arm.

He chuckles cooly.

Your eyes dart around the nothingness- the dark of the woods, unable to see even an inch in front of you. The moon is hidden by the thick canopy and not even a sliver of firelight can be seen. The only trace of it is the faintest smell of burning cedar, blowing past your nose with a wind that seems to whisper through the trees. Above all- the ripe smell of dirt. Like the earth is swallowing you whole.

The two of you walk along the trail, feet crunching over leaves, the occasional crackle of a broken twig. Besides the sound of the ground underfoot, and the rhythm of breaths, the world around you is silent. The kind of silence that begs to be heard. The kind that makes your ears perk up, ready to hear the faintest sound. Even the crickets seem to pause- expecting.

“Jake, I think there’s something out there,” you whine, squeezing his arm, pulling him into your side.

“Ow.”

“Sorry.”

You loosen your grip, still unable to ease the feeling of being watched. Your head turns to the left, searching the expanse of wilderness, expecting red eyes or the growl of a wild animal. 

“There’s nothing out there, Y/n,” Jake sighs, coaxing you to continue walking as you’ve stopped dead in your tracks. 

Straining your eyes ahead, you swear something moves. A flutter of light that flashes just for a moment. Your heart drops. The hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up.

“There!” Your finger points to the source of the light as you shield yourself behind him.

“I don’t see anything.” His head turns back to you, a smile evident in his tone. “Though good to know you’d let me die first.”

You roll your eyes. Jake takes another step forward, snapping a twig. The loud pop startles you, causing a yelp to exit your throat. You jump, nearly knocking him over.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, pulling you backwards to stumble into something. Your heart lurches, eyes widening. Your back hits the figure as you scream against the muted palm. No noise comes out.

“Shhh.” 

The hand releases its tight grip and you turn, getting a whiff of Jake’s familiar scent.

“If there was something out there, you’d lead it right to us, genius,” Jake teases.

“Jake, stop,” you spit out. 

“You wouldn’t want them to find you now, would you?”

Even in the darkness you can somehow see that smug smirk of his. You want to slap him. To wipe that stupid look right off his face. You place your hands on his chest, pushing hard. He stumbles back, laughing. You continue your walk up the trail. A few steps in you stop, waiting for him to follow- for the subtle crunch of leaves under his boots. You turn back. A silence- even quieter than before.

“Jake?” you ask the night. “Jake, come here,” you demand, words coming out tight with terror. “Where are you!?”

A sound cuts through the stillness. The quick rustle of leaves, just down the path. Your body freezes, your heart following suit, ears straining to hear even the faintest noise. Then again, a swift rattle. Closer.

“Jake,” your voice quivers, urgency slipping through clenched teeth.

The wind picks up. It seems to circle around you. With it comes the panic. It bubbles in your throat. You feel your blood race. You turn around quickly, searching every direction.

“When I fucking find you, I’m gonna kill you,” you shout under your breath, hoping he’s close enough to hear.

Just then, something grazes your hair. It’s so faint that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. You freeze, muscles tensing, equally waiting for the feeling again, and hoping it doesn’t come. You hold your breath.  

Out of nowhere something wraps around the back of your neck. It pulls you forward, right into something soft. Your lips fall onto Jake’s as you stumble into his chest. He kisses you deeply, other hand tracing over your cheek. His raised knee slots between your thighs. Your mouth slacks, dropping open as he grinds against your core. A shameless moan drifts into his mouth as he pulls his knee away. You’re about to protest when he grips your neck a little tighter, physically pulling your lips to rest right against his.

He whispers, voice teasing, dancing with arrogance, “Are you gonna kill me?”

“No,” you whisper back, trying to control your erratic breathing. ”Stop messing with me.” 

"Are you scared?" he drawls, the word stretched like a secret meant only for you, still barely audible. 

‘Stop it,” you warn again, unable to help the moan intertwined with your words.

Jake's laugh comes out sharp and cold. “Don’t be scared. I know these woods, remember? I grew up in these woods.”

With his firm hold on your neck, he spins you around until your back hits the trunk of a tree. A short gasp makes its way past your lips, eyes widening as his hand slides to the front of your neck. He applies a light pressure, testing the limits. His lips catch yours again.

“Or be scared,” he chokes out, breathlessly. “I know you like it. Just as much as me.”

His body presses flush against you. Something hard pokes your stomach. He groans into your mouth, like a depraved animal, unable to hold itself back.

His lips drift down. You feel the curve of a smile press into the side of your neck, just below his hand. His lips devour the skin. You feel a sharp pain as they nip at you, then the cold breeze traveling over the sheen of spit. 

He loosens his grip, whispering into your ear, “You think there's something out there, Y/n?”

A chill travels up your spine. Jake takes a step back, leaving your chest rising and falling heavily against the bark. You reach out to grab him, but you’re met only with air.

“Jake?”

You take a shaky step forward.

“Jake!?” You stumble, body spinning around, hands reaching out desperately.

A cold laugh bounces off the forest wall. It seems far away and close by all at once. You try to find the source of the noise, but it seems to circle around you, just like the wind. Your head turns in confusion.

“Jake you’re being mean. Where are you?”

All of a sudden, his body meets yours full force. He kisses you again, leaving no time to scold him. He walks you backwards while your lips search desperately for his. Your back hits a different tree, and this time your hands find his chest. They run along it, searching for some expanse of skin. Despite the cold michigan air, his infamous sliver of chest he refuses to tuck away, is exposed. Your hand runs along the smoothness. You whimper at the touch. Just then he grabs your wrist harshly, halting your movements.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” his voice drips with amusement.

“What?” you breathe. “Why?”

He chuckles again. “Come find me.”

“What?”

And just like that, you’re met with nothingness once again. His silent footsteps carry him away and you curse under your breath as a new feeling stirs low in your stomach. Something watches you, but it isn't any wild animal. Your eyes widen. Fearful exhilaration and adrenaline course through your veins. You walk blindly, heart thumping in your ears.

A twig snaps behind you. Your head whips to the noise. You decide to follow it, reaching your hands out. Your foot hits something hard, leaving your clumsy body falling forward. You catch yourself with your other foot. 

Jake seems to materialize, grabbing your waist to pull you into him. You cry out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His other hand touches your stomach, traveling down to your leggings. His middle and index fingers twitch, pushing themselves over your covered core. You rest your head against his chest, sighing at the sudden pleasure.

“Oh my god.”

Jake’s hand slides back up to the waist of your pants before delving into them. His hand reaches under your underwear until he’s sliding against your slick.

“You like being scared,” he states, teasing, fingers circling around the wetness that’s pooled in your underwear.

He laughs at you again.

“Please,” you whisper, unsure of what it is you’re asking.

“Say it,” Jake demands, his fingers beginning to press up into you. 

You sigh again. His teeth catch your bottom lip, biting down with a sudden sharpness. When they release, your tongue darts along the sting, tasting something metallic and wet. You attempt to push your body down onto his fingers. He holds them back.

“Say it,” he grits out, lips lazily brushing against yours, searching for the softness of your kiss. 

“I like it. I l-like being scared.”

“Good.”

His lips curl into a smile. You feel your own face warm and blush. Pride twitches in your chest. You want what he wants. Always.

“Now run.”

Jake pulls his fingers back. Your knees wobble. You moan the loss of him.

“What?”

“I said-” he pauses, voice dropping into a low, unsettling calm. “Run.”

You choke on the air, chest heaving, head spinning. He takes a step back. Your dry throat tries to swallow. Your legs tremble as one tries to move. You feel your heart racing. You take another slow, blind step backward.

“Faster, Y/n.”

He takes a step closer. If you could see his eyes you’d find a madness in them. You turn around, feeling the weight of his presence looming. You begin to jog.

“RUN!”

A small cry escapes you as your legs stretch out, the wind whipping in your ears, cold air biting your skin. You hear footsteps behind you.

The thrill wraps itself around you, suffocating, intoxicating. Your heart races deliciously. A laugh slips away from you, sharp and wild. 

The crunch of leaves behind you quickens. Each of his strides worth two of yours as he closes the short distance. You urge your legs to run faster, feet pounding the floor of the woods. Closer, closer.

You taste blood in your throat.

With one deep breath, you leap forward as far as you can, and in that same instant, something wraps around your waist, pulling you back, hard. The wind knocks out of you. You fall back into Jake.

He keeps you pressed against his back with his arm secured around your waist. He holds you there firmly as his opposite hand slides back between your thighs. Your breath catches as the rough pads of his fingers graze your swollen clit. 

He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers rub fast circles over you. Your knees weaken and a dreamy moan sighs out of you. Your head falls back into the crook of his neck and he slides his finger down your slit. The single digit gathers up your juices before sinking deep into you. You gasp, reaching out to hold some part of him. Your fingers find the forearm that coils around your waist. You grip him tightly as his finger slides out of you, two plunging their way back inside.

The strong muscles of his hand work as he curls his fingers, tucking up against your soft walls. Your voice trembles in your throat as his name drifts near silently off your tongue. He begins a steady rhythm, his thumb grazing your clit with every thrust of his fingers.

“Should I make you run again?” he laughs, his own voice shaking from exhaustion.

“No,” you whine desperately.

“I won’t. As long as you say my name. I wanna hear it,” he sighs breathlessly.

“Feels so good Jake. Please, make me cum.”

Jake moans against your ear. You can feel his arm flex against your stomach as he pulls it harshly upward, each pull pressing his curled fingers tighter against your g spot, his thumb rubbing faster over your bundle of nerves. 

“Keep talking angel,” he chokes out, sounding lost and out of breath.

“I-fucking-love-you-Jake. Just please… please, plea-” you’re cut off by a moan that launches out of your open throat.

Something snaps inside you. Your legs begin to shake. Your knees give out, letting Jake carry your weight as you gush all over his hand. He works you even faster now, thumb tracing circles while his fingers curl tighter. His whole arm moves up and down, breath loud in your ears.

“Come on,” he grunts. “Give it to me, Y/n. Come on.”

“Fuck, fuck-k,” you moan, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back.

Jake bites your neck before soothing the sting with a slow lap of his tongue. You moan helplessly, unable to move from the searing pleasure. His name falls from your lips again and again until it breaks, sounding like a cry for help. He slows his hand down, still letting his thumb graze your clit. You twitch and writhe, held under his spell.

“You’re so messy,” he smiles, voice sounding dreamy as he kisses your neck again. “So wet.”

He lets his fingers slide into you one more time, the wetness making a loud squelch. You blush, pulling his hand away with a final jerk of your stomach muscles. A giggle flows through you.

You gently push off of him, testing out your knees as they wobble unsurely. You manage to stand, turning to face him. Your hand traces his lips. You wish you could see them. 

“Are you still scared?”

He lets your fingers explore his skin.

“No.”

“Hmm. But you liked it,” he grins, leaving no room for question. His hand lightly brushes your arm. 

“Shut up Jake.”

“I love you, Y/n.” He laughs. “Come on,” his voice lilts, the hints of a smile evident in his tone.

The two of you start to walk, letting the serenity of the wilderness wash you over. Coincidentally, you find yourself less afraid as you look out into the darkness. Just then you hear something wet. A quiet sucking sound. Your head tilts in confusion.

“Are you…?”

Jake lets out an obnoxious giggle.

“Fucking freak!”

A few minutes later, you reach the campground. Jake washes his hand with leftover water from his water bottle, then climbs into the tent. You climb in after him, finding him sitting over your sleeping bag, busying himself with the zipper. A flashlight hanging from the ceiling illuminates his face. You allow yourself a moment to stare at the sharpness of his features, carved beautifully by the low light.

“That was fun Jake.”

He finds the sound of your voice. His brows scrunch up, but his lips stretch into a smile.

“What was fun?”

“What do you mean what was fun?”

“What… you had fun on your bathroom break?”

He bites back a smirk.

“Jake, stop! You were just-”

“Yeah I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been right here the whole time.”

His face cracks into a knowing smile.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, launching your body into the tent to tackle him. 

You fall right on top of him, erupting into a fit of giggles as he effortlessly pins you down. He attacks your face with a fit of kisses that you fail miserably to escape. After the both of you tire yourselves out, you rest into the curve of his body, lulling yourself into a peaceful sleep, void of any fears of the outside. 

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