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ROM-COM JAKE! ❤️

Let's Get Out Of Here

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: M •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: You've met your Dad's best friend before.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: This one was so difficult.

Warnings: Implied sexy times, Reader has a sort of family backstory, Reader's Dad had Reader very young, Reader has a good relationship with their Dad, Jake being a flirt, swearing, overuse of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 776

“And this is Jake.”

Your smile freezes on your face as your Dad gestures to his aforementioned best friend. If it wasn’t for the grounding warmth of his hand on your arm you were sure you would have had an out of body experience.

Him.

Oh fuck.

How could it be him?

“Nice to finally meet you Jake.” You nod and shake his hand when he holds his out to you.

“Likewise.” His own smile is polite, tailored to a mask of neutrality that you can see through. He’s shitting himself just as much as you are.

Your Dad laughs, thankfully oblivious to the sudden tension in air. “I’m glad you two could finally meet.”

If it wasn’t for social norms you’d turn on your heels and just march right out of there. Maybe you could hide somewhere in the crowd.

Your Father and Step-Mother were renewing their vows, and were throwing an ‘engagement’ party of sorts.

They’d long ago moved out of the town you’d grown up in, as had you and sadly your new home was further away from them than you’d have liked. So you didn’t get to see them in person as much as you wanted to.

Jake had met your Dad about four years ago, the two becoming fast friends. From what your Dad had told you Jake travelled a lot, but when they did meet up they always got on like a house on fire. He was, as well, a little camera shy. Covering his face or ducking out of the way in group photos, so the most you’d ever seen of him was the arm of his leather jacket, a blurred cap, or the scruff of curls poking just into frame.

It had become a running joke that this ‘Jake’ was either imaginary, or a spy.

Your Dad had had you young, an accident that he always called ‘his greatest achievement’. Despite his youth and the barely sixteen years between you, he had been and was a wonderful father.

Someone calls your Dad’s name and he excuses himself quickly, darting off before you even have a chance to protest.

You look after him forlornly, your shoulders slumping.

Maybe running away wasn’t such a break of social norms.

“Hi.” Jake says softly, having taken a step closer.

You turn back to him. He’s shoved his hands in his pocket, looking down before giving you an uncertain smile.

You return the gesture.

“I’m so sorry-” You blurt out.

“I didn’t know you-” He starts at the same time.

You both laugh.

“What are the odds?” He says with a shrug.

“Well, I guess a fondness for you runs in the family?”

Jake pulls a face and you laugh.

“Don’t say that.” He grins.

You try and fail to hide your smile. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Maybe… if I’d told you my name?”

“Well,” you shift your weight, relaxing a little. “I didn’t tell you mine either.”

“We were a little preoccupied.”

“Hmm.” You nod and close your eyes for a second to let the wave of embarrassment pass. “The first time yeah… but I think by the sixth we probably should have.”

He laughs again. It’s a musical sound, deep and rich. Calming in its certainty. “What did you save my number as?”

Heat burns a little under your skin. “Pretty guy.”

“Pretty guy?” His eyebrows raise, but not in upset, just surprise.

“Yeah, well,” you pull a face. “You’re pretty and a guy, so…”

He puffs his chest out a little, leaning a fraction closer. “You think I’m pretty.” He teases.

You give him a sincere look. “I think you’re beautiful.”

The honesty gives him pause for just a beat before he quickly recovers. “Says you.”

“Says me?”

“Yeah, says you. You’re stunning.” He lightly touches your forearm, his fingertips just ghosting over your skin.

You swallow, trying not to get lost in his eyes. “Shut up. What do you have me saved as then?”

He grins, not breaking eye contact for a moment before he pulls out his phone and shows you your contact information. There’s a single red heart emoji listed as your name.

“I didn’t take you as a romantic.” You tease.

He chuckles, leaning close and whispering in your ear. “Haven’t been treating you right then, have I?” He softly brushes the tip of his nose along your ear and you shiver. “Let me show you just how romantic I can be?”

He leans back just enough for you to see his expression, the question in his dark eyes as he nods his head towards the venue doors.

You grin. “Let’s get out of here.”

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I've been a fan of Annihilation since the first time I saw it, thank you so much for this magical realism Shimmer Kane fic!!! 🖤🖤🖤 I read it just before bedtime and of course I had the weirdest dreams 😅 sadly no curly haired alien involved. I'll try again tonight

shimmer!Kane- Only Today

Summary: You’ve been observing and babysitting Kane for a year. Today, you get to re-introduce him to the world for one day. But Kane has his own plans, somewhere very special he wants to take you.

Contents: 18+ nsfw 🔥, no Lena, magical realism, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, reader has fem body parts (~4k)

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“Kane, today’s the day,” you say as you knock on the door of his room.

It’s been a year since he’s come back from the Shimmer, a year since you were assigned to be his babysitter.

And the day the government has decided to release him into the wild and see how he does. So to speak.

Other than his mysterious reappearance into the world, he hasn’t been back out there at all.

Kane sits on the side of his bed as he does every morning, already dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and jacket, his curly hair neatly combed back. Expressionless until you show up, as if he needs your input before he can form any reactions to the day.

He’s already been up like that for hours. He lays in bed from 2am to 5am every night, motionless with his eyes closed, but you’re almost certain he’s not sleeping. Just going through the motions. You don’t care that the sensors that monitor him say he’s in rem sleep. You know him better than that.

“How do you feel?” You start every day like this.

He turns his gaze to watch as you enter his bedroom and sit next to him on his bed.

“I feel the same as I do every morning,” he says, the slight drawl of his accent wraps around his slow words, always making him sound like his mind is elsewhere, deep in thought about something that you can’t see.

“Hungry?”

He shakes his head. “No, but you got any of that thing from yesterday? Could drink that, if it’s no trouble.”

“That was cranberry juice and orange juice mixed together,” you say. “I’ll bring you a glass.”

“I appreciate it,” he says slowly, “sweetheart.”

You weren’t allowed to tell Kane your name. Even though you’d been living together, in separate rooms, for a year. The apartment looks normal enough, but it’s in a secure, underground military facility.

You’d told him to call you whatever nickname he thought was appropriate. Expecting something like ‘ma’am’ or ‘sir,’ maybe ‘warden.’ But Kane had called you ‘sweetheart’ from the start. Whether it was his southern roots, or an endearment he used before he’d changed, you had no way of knowing. Because he didn’t know either.

After breakfast, the break in your routine started. You walked with him to the elevator doors.

“One more time,” you start.

“We go up the elevator. A black car takes us to town. We sit in the park for 3 hours. Lunch. A walk. We come back here and debrief our saved-up observations. One day out,” Kane says by rote. He looks at you, an almost teasing look in those dark, brown eyes. “It sounds like the worst date I ever been on.”

Sometimes, a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor comes out of nowhere. It never fails to make you laugh.

“You forgot-“

“No, I didn’t,” he says, the corners of his lips raising slightly, “you just didn’t let me finish. You should learn a little patience, sweetheart. The most important part. I don’t get to talk to or touch anyone but you.”

You nod.

“Maybe not such a bad date after all,” he says, adjusting his jacket as the elevator doors open.

As soon as you’re in the car, the privacy screen already up to hide the driver, Kane shifts to look at you. “I don’t like the plan.”

“I can’t change it. It’s already been approved,” you say. “What would you even-“

“I want to see where you live. When you’re not with me.” He’s never been stubborn before. You can tell from his tone that he’s thought about this.

You inhale a big breath. “There’s no way I could swing that.”

His face is thoughtful, studying yours. “And if I could? Swing it, I mean. Would you say ‘yes,’ sweetheart?”

As with most things over the last year, you act on instinct when responding to him. He can always tell if you were lying or trying to avoid something. Besides, he’d kind of become your best friend.

“Yes,” you say, “I’d say yes.”

Kane turns to look back out the window. He’s not trying to be mysterious. In fact, of all of his personality traits, you think the need to be understood is his strongest. He wants to see and be seen, which has made his captivity difficult to watch. Then again, he’s never shown much of an interest in anyone but you.

It had been unsettling at first, that unnatural focus, trained on your conversations and movements, but you’d come to see it as a gift. There was no one like him on the planet. And he wanted to talk to you. You wanted to talk to him too.

It had started as a job, interesting, but just a job. And it had turned into something else. Friendship, a relationship. You aren’t really sure what to call it.

Much like Kane himself.

When you get to the park, the driver, who’d been instructed not to interact with either of you, stays in the car. Kane puts a hand on your shoulder as you reach for the door.

“Let me get it, please,” he says.

You shift uncomfortably as he gets out and walks around to open the door for you. Is this another reflex from his past, or is he trying out the whole being-human thing? Maybe it’s both.

You take his hand, which always feels slightly electric along your skin. Nothing to do with the Shimmer. It’s just chemistry that you try to ignore.

He steadies you as you stand and get out of the car, a sudden wave of dizzy nausea passing over you. You grunt slightly, and you would’ve fallen to your knees if Kane hadn’t caught you in his arms.

You press a hand to your stomach. “What-“ you start to ask before you open your eyes and see that you’re standing on your front porch, in front of the door to your house. Your actual house. Not the fake apartment, or the hotel where you spend your days off. The house you own, had inherited from your grandparents. A full six states away from where you’d been moments ago.

Kane slowly releases you as you get your bearings. One of his hands stays on your lower back.

“You still saying yes?” He leans down to say into your ear.

You try to catch your breath. You reach out and touch your front door.

You hear Kane huff out a breath of air through his nose. The closest thing to a laugh he has. “It’s real.”

You turn to face him. “I knew there were things you weren’t telling me, but this is…”

Kane makes a face like he’s almost ashamed of himself.

“It’s okay. I know you couldn’t tell me a lot. We were always being watched.” You grab his hand and open the door. He lets you lead him inside. “Have you been going places undetected?”

Kane shakes his head. “Didn’t have to. I stayed for you,” he says simply. He shuts the door behind you both, then runs his hand from your shoulder, down your arm. “You don’t need to call anyone, or do anything. They don’t even know we’re gone.”

“We’re really here?” You ask.

Kane hesitates for a second. “This is as real as the place we were before.”

“You know I hate cryptic answers,” you say, walking into the living room, then into the kitchen.

"Answers don't help. Thought you would've figured that out by now."

You turn and see Kane grinning, following you like a puppy who’s curious about his new environment.

He touches the wallpaper on the walls, the pile of magazines on the kitchen island that you leaf through while you eat breakfast and dinner. He opens your fridge, which is as empty as you left it.

You lean against the kitchen counter and watch.

He opens the half-bath and turns the taps on and off. He opens the cabinets and peers out the windows.

“How do you feel?” You ask when he seems to be done and wanders back over to you.

He smiles. There’s a warmth in it that you’ve never seen before. “Show me your bedroom.”

“Whoa, that’s pretty forward,” you joke. “I thought you were a gentleman.”

He moves closer to you, his body trapping you against the counter. His movements are a little awkward, like he’s rusty at trying to act naturally.

He has a couple of lines between his eyebrows, like he always does when he’s thinking. “They treated me like a test subject, so I acted like one. Out here, with you, I feel different. Not like I was. At least, I don’t think I’m like I was. But I think the other Kane would kiss you right now. And the me I am now, well, I’d like to try.”

You can’t help but smile. “So now I’m the test subject?”

He frowns. The idea clearly bothers him greatly. “No. Please, don’t feel like that.”

You squeeze his arm reassuringly. “I’m joking, Kane.”

“Oh.” He looks down, then back up into your eyes. “Can I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been anyone’s first kiss before,” you say.

“You probably kiss people a lot,” he says, curious.

You look at his face, but he’s not joking. “Not really. Not as often as I’d like, honestly.”

His face leans in toward yours. “I can help with that.”

He brushes his lips against yours, testing, his warm breath washing over your face, making your stomach tighten with anticipation. His eyes hold yours completely captive as he leans in more, pressing his mouth against yours. Once. Twice. He opens his lips, nudging you to do the same.

Your eyelids flutter closed as you angle your head to kiss him deeper and he mirrors your movement. You feel his hips press against yours, feel him get hard in his jeans as he kisses you deeper and he pushes his tongue past your lips and inside your mouth to tangle with yours.

“You taste so good,” he says. “Do you taste like this everywhere?”

You burst out laughing, interrupting the kiss. Kane stares at you.

“Sorry,” you say, “that just sounded really dirty.”

“I don’t understand,” he says. One of his hands rubs of your hip, then down, cupping you between your legs. You gasp. “I meant here. What do you taste like here?”

His fingers rub over you, back and forth. You have to bite your lip. You squeeze your legs together and it takes all of your willpower to push his hand away. He returns it to your hip, but doesn’t move away from you.

“I think you liked that,” he says. “Why did you make me stop?”

His lips rub against your cheek and down your neck. He presses his lips over your heartbeat. He traces his tongue back up your neck.

“I want to be with you,” he says. "No, that's not exactly right. I don't want. My body needs yours."

“We can’t.”

“We can,” he pushes his hips against yours, then he gently takes your hand and pulls it toward him, to feel how hard he is.

You curl your fingers to feel him and Kane moans low in his throat. He kisses you again.

“Wait,” you say.

He stops immediately to look back into your eyes. He rarely blinks. Just two beautiful, dark orbs that can probably see into your soul.

“How do you feel?” You ask shakily, taking your hand off of him.

It was the first question you’d ever asked him, the first time you’d met. He was still in his white, hospital outfit. He’d arrived with four armed guards to the fake apartment. The guards had said he was perfectly happy to talk, but he wasn’t able to focus on one thing at a time. He answered any questions with non-answers. Memories of his past were spotty at best.

You'd asked Kane how he felt. His eyes snapped to yours, almost making you jump.

“No one’s asked me that before,” he’d said. He thought about it. “I feel better now that I’ve met you.”

Now, asking how he feels is more of an activity to re-center his thoughts. They tend to spiral out and out, wider and wider until he’s talking about things you can’t grasp, stories that you have no context for.

Thinking about his feelings grounds him back to you. And he’ll start back up with whatever completely impossible thing he’d been talking about before, but in terms easier for you to understand.

In thinking about his feelings, it reminds him that part of him is a human body. Or at least, sort-of human.

“I feel,” he pauses, parsing it out, “I think I have a memory like this.”

He slides his hands along your lower back, up under your shirt. He feels your skin, eyes still on yours, and one-handed, reaches up and unclasps your bra.

Your mouth drops open.

He smiles. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You push him away, laughing. “All this time we’ve been hanging out. I had no idea you were so smooth.”

His smile shrinks back down to its normal size. “The other Kane, I think he was fun.”

“I’ve read that in his file,” you say.

You already know that this Kane, your Kane, feels a strong connection to his original form. He has a hard time separating his own feelings from what he thinks he should feel.

“Is this something the other Kane would do?” You ask cautiously.

“That’s not why I’m doing this,” Kane says, speaking quickly, not how he usually does. But you see he’s anxious for you to understand. “I thought, at first, my body wanted you. Like human bodies do. And your body wants me. Don’t lie. But I feel,” he reaches out and takes your hands in his, then looks down to watch his fingers slide in between yours, “I’m with you. In every way that matters.”

Your heartbeat picks up at how sincere he sounds. How sure.

“I’m really struggling to keep up here. I’m sorry,” you say.

“I know, sweetheart. ‘S okay.” He raises his heavy-lidded eyes back to yours.

“But later, when we go back-“

Kane shakes his head slowly. “We’re not going back. We’re happy here in this house.”

“I don’t know if I’d say I’m happy yet,” you say with a half-smile.

“Not now. I mean, yes now, but in the past. The future. I can’t really explain it to you. Just trust me. We’re happy here, you and me. Where it’s only ever today.” Kane tugs you forward, keeps one of your hands as he leads you through the house. You know where he’s going. It feels inevitable to follow him.

At the top of the stairs, the entire top level is just one room now. It’s nothing like it should look. A huge bed in the center of the space with cream linens and big pillows, dark wood floors. Where baseboards would be at the bottom of the four walls, plants grow. Beautiful green leaves and colorful flowers and vines, all living happily in that room, crawling toward the sky or growing bushy and fat in the corners. The slope of the roof high above you is entirely glass so you can see out into the sky and the clouds.

“I know you hated living underground like that,” Kane says.

You let go of his hand and wander through the room. “What is this?”

“Somewhere we’re happy,” Kane says. “I don’t really know how I did it. It took me almost the whole year, though. A little something from your brain, a little something from mine.”

You walk over and touch an impossible flower. “It’s beautiful.”

Kane comes to stand next to you. He leans in to rest his nose on your cheek. “You love it, don't you, sweetheart?”

You turn so your foreheads are touching. "How much of what I’m thinking do you know about?”

“I can’t read your mind,” he says. “You’re just easy to read, in general.”

You chuckle.

“I know your name. I don’t know how I know it.” His hand curls warmly around the side of your neck, his thumb soothing across your skin gently back and forth. “And I know you’re mine. I’m yours. And we’re happy here.”

He pulls you in to kiss you again, walking you backwards to lay you down on the bed. His fingers deftly unbutton your shirt and pants. You help him out of his clothes too.

He lays his weight on top of you, kisses your face softly. The solid warmth of his skin feels like something you’ve been missing for your whole life.

“What do you want me to do first, sweetheart?” He asks.

Your eyebrows scrunch up. You hold his face so he’s looking at you. His expression is more neutral than you’re used to seeing in this situation, but there’s a hint of a flush in his cheeks. His beautiful eyes have a sparkle that they don’t usually have. You look closer. He blinks, and it’s gone. Nerves build up under your skin.

“You’re not sure about this anymore,” he says matter-of-factly. “It’s okay. You will be. I was only asking what you wanted to be polite. I think I used to be more polite. Do you like this?”

He lays his hand around your breast, massaging it and catching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it firmly.

At your moan, his eyes light up again, but in the way someone’s eyes usually would in this situation. Kane smiles lazily, dips his head to replace his fingers with his mouth. Then, he keeps kissing your skin, his open mouth and tongue warming and wetting a wide line down your body.

His big hands push your legs apart, helping you bend them up so he can study between your legs. He circles you with his thumb, pulling back the hood of your clit and opening you so he can duck closer and look hungrily at your skin.

He looks up at you from between your legs, and with a smile, licks you with the flat, broad muscle of his tongue, the tip scooping in between your folds, then rising to flick your clit.

Your back arches off the bed. His tongue dives into you, circling and tasting. You feel him push a thick finger inside of you, letting the rough skin catch on your front wall. His tongue licks through you as he adds a second finger, searching along your wetness, deep inside of you until you he finds what he's looking for and sucks hard on your clit, and you come so hard you can’t breathe. Air chokes in your lungs as pleasure fills every nerve ending in your body. Your thighs grip his head as you strain and burst, muscles screaming and liquid dripping out of you and into his waiting mouth. He hums his own pleasure at the taste.

Your hands fist into the sheets as he gently licks and kisses you again and again, a second wave punching through you as Kane hovers above you now, the taste of yourself on his lips as his tongue dips into your mouth.

He feels harder than steel as the hot, thick tip of his cock finds you easily. He guides himself with one hand, dragging his head through your slick and heat until you think you’re going to come again just from the feel of him.

He starts to push inside and you accidentally bite his lip when he pushes a little too fast, too hard. He retreats.

“I’m sorry,” he says, breathless. “I’m excited.”

You smile up at him. “I’m not hurt. I think it would’ve been okay if I’d just relaxed.”

His lips twitch into a smile. “Oh, is this stressful for you? I had no idea you considered me eating you out to be work.”

“I thought I was doing you a service, letting you use my body to learn about humanity or whatever,” you say.

You feel the head of his cock at your entrance again, slower this time, more insistent. He kisses you deeply.

“I don’t need to learn about humanity. I just need to learn about you.”

You relax this time, but you can’t help your deep moan as you feel the head of his cock slide into your wet channel, stretching you open. Your body at its limit to make room for him.

His eyes are slightly dazed, his face determined, as he keeps giving you more and more, his mouth devouring the sounds that spill out from between your lips.

“A whole year,” he says. “I learned everything I could about you. You’re so interesting. I-" he pauses to feel your skin under his hands, "I think you’re fascinating.”

He thrusts his hips hard, enough to seat himself completely inside of you, rest his body up against yours. You sob out a groan, wrap one of your legs up around his lower back and he reaches down to hook his arm around it, holding it up so you’re open to him completely.

“Is this okay, sweetheart? Is this what you like?” He rocks his pelvis against yours, massaging his cock into you and rubbing the rough hairs that cover the base of him ruthlessly against your clit.

Your fingernails grab into his back. “Yes,” you say, barely able to speak. Only his name. Only yes. As he fucks himself into you. Shallow at first, but then like he was just teasing you, he starts pulling out more and more, slamming back in harder and harder. The sound of wet skin and Kane moaning into your ear echoes against the glass roof as he drives into you like he wants to push his entire body inside of yours, melt your bodies together completely so neither of you feels anything other than this for the rest of existence.

He pushes your other leg up, and then both of them back so his body is pressed up against the backs of your thighs and he can grab your hips and look down on you with those beautiful brown and silvery eyes. So he can watch as you cry and come on his cock again and again. You reach up to hold onto his hair, anything to keep you from spinning out of control, to keep you closer to him as your muscles seize and undulate around him.

Sweat beads on his forehead and runs down his nose. It drips onto your lips and you lick it off. Kane pushes his mouth down onto yours, breath stuttering and heavy as he thrusts into you erratically, desperately. His brow furrows in concentration and pleasure.

"You feel so good. So soft," he groans. "Let me come inside of you, sweetheart. Let me, fuck, let me fucking live in you forever."

You feel his body strain, filling you with his cum. He pulls out slightly, and it drips and pools down your body onto the bed, but Kane pushes back in and keeps coming. You press against him, the feel of his orgasm like ecstasy inside of you. More and more hot liquid fills you, until it runs out of you in a streaming mess, Kane panting on top of you. You pulsing around him, your body aching for every drop he can give.

He shifts more to his knees so he can help you put your legs down again. But he stays inside of you and lays down, lightly resting his weight on his arms, your legs tangled in his.

His hot, soft lips kiss your neck. Your heartbeats pound against each other in your chests.

You can feel it, somewhere in the stillness of the air, in this moment when you’re full of only Kane, surrounded by today. In this place that he’s made for you, but also couldn’t have made without you.

You’re changed too. Whether it's love, or something beyond that, you don't care.

There is no going back.

You turn your head to kiss his cheek. “We’ll be very happy here,” you whisper to him.

**masterlist**

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