#( ray & jakey. )

[simpforrooster]

you don't see it.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!Reader

summary: Jake is sick of you talking about Rooster and takes matters into his own hands.

a/n: i'm sorry y'all. this is straight trash, but i can't go on until its up and posted LOL. i hope y'all are having a great weekend!

t/w: alcohol, some cursing, friend!jake, jealous!rooster

You didn’t like Rooster. Well, let’s back up.

You liked him, you just didn’t like Rooster. You didn’t like those silly Hawaiian shirts. You didn’t like those Ray Bans he wore and would look at you over the frames of them. You didn’t like that sandy hair and tan skin. You definitely didn’t like that 70’s ‘stache. Nor did you wonder what it felt like against your face to kiss him. 

Nope. None of it. Sometimes, it felt like you were the only girl in the word immune to the man called Rooster. 

Of course you never found yourself daydreaming about the man. Or wishing you were wrapped up in those strong arms. You found it easy to ignore watching him flirt with other women. You didn’t need to be jealous. 

No matter how much you wanted those words to be true, they weren’t. 

You are completely in love with the guy, and he only sees you as a friend. He’s even mentioned a time or two what a great person you were to have around. “I couldn’t ask for a better friend,” he’d told you. That comment resulted in throwing back several shots of tequila, and Jake having to bring you home. 

****

“He only sees me as a friend,” you whine to Jake later, hanging all over him, the alcohol making it hard to stand on your own. You hook an arm around Jake’s neck, holding on with all your might. 

“Why doesn’t he like me like that, Jakey?” you asked. You are the only one allowed to call him this. The first time it slipped out, Coyote immediately tried to make it a thing. Jake almost clobbered him over the pool table.

Jake hits you with a deep chuckle. “It’s his loss, babe.” His arm encircles your waist, keeping you upright. 

“Why don’t you just date me, Jakey?” you ask the blonde fighter pilot, your sober thoughts coming out of your drunk mouth. 

Jake chuckles again and the sound does something to you. Despite the man’s animosity and egotistical attitude toward the rest of the crew, he always seemed to have a soft spot for you. 

“You know I’m no good for you, babydoll,” his southern twang stirs emotions deep within you. 

“I’m sure I could handle you,” you quip. The flirting between the two of you is nothing new. It’s pretty much standard practice. Especially after a few drinks. 

But Jake knows Rooster is the one you want to be with. 

Jake grins. “Hmmm, but I don’t think I could handle you.” Jake pulls you closer, moving his mouth close to your ear. His hot breath causes a pink flush to fall across your cheeks. “Don’t look now, but the object of your affections seems to be mighty jealous.” 

You know when someone says, “don’t look now” you immediately look? Naturally, this is your first course of action. Rooster watches the two of you, a sneer on his face. A look you’ve never seen on him before. 

“He does seem jealous, huh?” You turn back to Jake, your eyes wide. 

“Wanna make it worse?” he asks, mischief in those green eyes. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

Jake expertly positions you with your back perfectly to Rooster. “Don’t freak out,” Jake warns. He places a soft hand across your mouth and leans in, placing a kiss against his own hand. 

You know exactly how this looks, and decide to play it up, locking your arms back around his neck. This whole façade has your face burning bright red, only to add to what you want Rooster to think.

“Go get me another drink, darlin’,” Jake winks. Going to get Jake a drink puts you right next to Rooster, and he seems itching to say something to you. 

“So you and Hangman?” his deep voice calls to you. His Hawaiian shirt is hanging off his shoulders, a white tank underneath tight across his chest. 

“We’re just friends,” you say lamely. 

Rooster lets out a whistle. “Yeah, that didn’t look like ‘two friends’.” 

“What’s it to ya, anyway?” you push. The tension between the two of you sucks the alcohol from your system, clearing your head. 

Or maybe it was the fact that Jake cut you off twenty minutes ago. 

“Just be careful is all,” he tells you, bringing his beer to his lips.

“You really don’t see it do you?” you mumble, your annoyance taking over. 

“See what?” 

“Rooster, I practically throw myself at you, and you just remind me of what a great friend I am.” Now that the confession has left your mouth, there is no taking it back now. You hold your breath waiting for his reply.

Rooster looks at you like you just asked him a difficult riddle and he has 2.3 seconds to answer until he’s done for.

“Forget it,” you resign, turning to join Jake at the pool table. Chills run down your body when a strong arm stops you from taking another step. Rooster’s calloused hand grips your wrist like a lifeline. 

Rooster spins you back toward him and crashes his lips against yours. It takes you a moment to fully register what is happening. Getting over the fact that the man of your dreams is kissing you, you grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. 

“Get a room!” Jake calls from the back, satisfied Rooster finally came to his senses. 

“I’m sorry I was an idiot,” Rooster smirks. “Let me make it up to you.” 

Rooster slides cash across the bar to Penny, who is rolling her eyes at the two of you. He takes your hand in his, and pulls you from the bar and toward his old Bronco. 

He pins you against the cool metal of the car, trapping you between his body. “I gotta wipe that memory of Hangman’s kiss from your mind.”

You let out a crazed giggle, and pull the man back down to your mouth. 

“I didn’t kiss him, Roos. He was trying to make you jealous so you’d make a move. He’s sick of me gushing over you.” 

Rooster answers you with a kiss that would certainly be enough to make you forget a Jake Seresin kiss.

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[topguncortez]

G baby, can we get 32 or 54 with Jakey? 🤤

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Sersesin x Female!Reader warnings: possessive Jake makes brain go. . . BRR, suggestive, a bit of Floydshaw (blink and you miss it), cursing, jealousy Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist 3 fucking K celebration

It was a beautiful day in San Diego, and a rarity that the Dagger Squad had not a single thing going on. It was Rooster who had sent out the text message about meeting at the beach by the Hard Deck for a game of Dogfight football, their new favorite sport to play. You weren't going to pass up the opportunity to get a tan and watch your favorite aviator run around half naked with sweat dripping down his perfect body.

The beach wasn't that crowded when you and Jake arrived. He decided to take his jeep today, taking the sides off of it to soak up the rays. You made a joke that he didn't need anymore things going to his head, his ego was big enough. He carried the beach bag down to the area that the rest of the team was at.

"Oh, is Y/N finally going to be playing today?" Javy joked, putting his arm around you.

"Does it look like I'm a going to be playing?" You asked, "I'm not sure what possess all of you to want to run around in the hot sun and tackle each other, but I will be enjoying it from over. . . there," you pointed towards a spot a little ways away from where the daggers were.

"You can join when you want," Jake said, hitting Javy's arm off of you, and putting his around your waist, bringing you in for a kiss, "Although, I'd love to see your sweaty body-" His hand went to your ass squeezing it. You squealed and slapped his chest before walking away from him.

Jake watched as you grabbed your beach towel from the bag, and laid it out on the sand. You could feel his eyes on you as you undid you jean shorts and pulled them down your legs. Jake was trying to think of anything and everything besides how good your body looked right now. He wasn't sure what swim suit you put on, but he was expecting a cheetah print two piece that hardly hid anything.

"Enough eye fucking!" Rooster yelled and threw the football at Jake's head. Jake winced as the ball hit him.

"Oh, it's on Bradshaw!" Jake yelled and threw the ball back.

You weren't paying an ounce of attention as the Daggers were deeply versed into their game. Occasionally you'd look up when you heard loud cheering and would see one of them peacocking around. You rolled your eyes a couple times at Jake who was putting on one hell of a show. He looked great, his tan, toned abs glistening with sweat and water. He knew that you were looking at him, and made sure to flex a bit for you.

"Two can play this game, Seresin," You said to yourself.

You were laying on your front, and you knew the perfect way to get Jake's attention. You whistled as you adjusted a bit, your fingers going to the strings behind your back. With ease, you tugged the tie and felt your top loosen. You giggled to yourself as the top fell down your arms and landed on the towel. Your chest was still covered with the way you were laying and holding your book in front of you.

Jake hadn't notice your little costume change, as he was too focused on the game. They daggers took a break, catching their breaths, some of the running towards the water to cool down, others grabbing bottles of water from a cooler Payback brought.

"God damn, Bagman, your ol' lady is fine," Fanboy said, and Payback smacked him upside the head, "What!? She is! Look at her."

"I know my girl is hot," Jake said, a smirk on his face as he drank his water, "I don't need you to me-" He turned around and looked where you were laying at, "What in the hell is she doing?"

"By the looks of it, sunbathing," Bob said and Jake glared at him.

You weren't paying attention, hearing the sounds of Alanis Morissette's 'You Oughta Know' blaring in your ears as you flipped through the pages of your book. You did notice the sudden shade looking over you, and you tilted your head up to see your boyfriend standing over you.

"Hi sweetheart," You smiled.

Jake gave you a fake smile as he laid down in the sand next to you, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting some sun," You said, and stretched your arms out in front of you. Jake quickly grabbed a spare towel and threw it over your head, "What are you doing!?" You giggled.

"Stopping you from flashing what's mine to all of North Island," Jake said.

You lifted your head from the towel and looked at Jake, "Yours, huh?"

Jake nodded and climbed on top of your back. You grunted dramatically and Jake rolled his eyes. He held himself up with his hands and leaned down, gently placing a kiss on your bare shoulder.

"Yes, mine," Jake growled in your ear, "You're mine , understand? Mine!"

You somehow maneuvered yourself so you were now on your back, the towel and Jake's body covering your chest. You ran a hand down his sweaty torso.

"If I am yours. . . Why don't you take me home and show me who I belong to?"

"You're funny if you think we're making it that far," Jake said. You squealed and clutched the towel tightly as Jake picked you and your swimsuit top up. He put you over his shoulder and you giggled as he carried you towards his truck.

"They're gonna bang aren't they?" Rooster asked.

"I would say so," Bob shrugged, and then tossed the football to Rooster, "Round 2?"

"Right here. . . on the beach?" Rooster smirked and Bob rolled his eyes, walking back to where the team was getting ready to start the next game.

[bigtreefest]

Hello, my dear! So we’ve seen how sweet Marshmallow Dream!Jake was when his girl had a rough day, how does she return the favor when he’s had a rough day?

Oh, Carly, hiiiii💗. I adore this ask! For the days when your normally chatty ray of sunshine becomes sad and solemn.

I think after a rough day, Jake wants to be mindless. Not in the sexy way, but in the couch potato way. He just wants held. Doesn’t want to have to make a single decision, and only sometimes wants to talk about it.

Jake’s Rough Days

Warnings for: sad baby Jake🥺, softness and comfort

You know it’s been one of those days when he walks in silently with his eyes glued to the floor, dragging his feet until he gets to the bench in the foyer to take his shoes off. Sometimes he’s in his uniform after a mission, others, it was just a really tough day on the base. And when you come to sit next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, he lays his head to the side, fitting in the crook of your neck, and just sighs. From that moment on, his forehead just stays pressed against you. Tucked into your neck with his arms around your waist as you’re pulling out some fresh clothes for him to go straight to bed after dinner, between your shoulder blades as you’re calling his favorite takeout place and ordering half the menu, in the valley of your breasts as you’re dressing him, against your upper arm as you parse out portions of dinner for each of you. He literally hangs off of you until it’s time to eat.

He sits on the couch with you in silence, kind of staring straight ahead, his legs criss crossed as he hunches over his plate and slowly chews that cheap Chinese takeout he loves. The loudest sound is him slurping noodles. You just watch him with soft eyes until you both finish and set the plates on the coffee table.

And then he’s back on you again, giving a big hug that’s your signal to lay back on the cushions as he snuggles in, laying his ear against your sternum. His arms are nestled and tucked underneath you and he rises and falls with the rhythm of your breaths. Sometimes you read your book to him, or just talk about anything: work, childhood memories, ridiculous made up stories. Whatever it is, he’s happy to hear your voice. Other days, though, just silence is necessary as you swirl your fingers over his back and through his hair. He practically purrs as he relaxes in the comfort of your hold while you both drift off in the closeness. When you wake up and move to the bed later in the night, he curls up into you, front to front while you firmly rub his shoulders, his comfort tv show lightly playing in the background. The next day, he wakes up a new man, content and calm, ready to face the world. He leaves you in the early morning with a kiss on the forehead, a quiet thanks for the care and understanding you give him.

——

Bonus A/N: I think I just fell in love. Thanks again Carly!! Jakey deserves all the love!!🥺😭🥰🫣

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[j3sterth1ngz]

Finally reworking/redrawing my very first AU ever made! My WoF/UTMV crossover AU, Dragonverse! :)

First starting off with the DoD!

The group bigwings, Classic Sans!

The resident nightwing, Cross

The one rescued by chance, Fresh

The lost princess prince, Geno!

The ray of sunshine, Dream

and the one who shouldn't have been, Ink

Rambles about tribe choices/design aspects below:

Classic: Mudwing just fits him so well imo. Giant cuddly teddy bear dragon. I decided to make Classic the hybrid instead of Sunny/Dream, and choose rainwing as it fits him very well personality wise. Classic is still fire resistant like Clay, however he is soft-scaled! As such, he gets colder faster than the average hard-scaled dragon, and wears a coat almost full time to combat this. The coat is held up by a metal wire that loops through a hole in his wings and connects on his back. Making is easy to unclip and remove if needed.

Cross: Idk what it is about Cross, but he just screams nightwing. I choose purple specifically because that's the OG's blush color. His is one of two DV protags that has a metal tail implant due to the OG's sword being a major part of his character! [The second being Reaper and his scythe]. Cross's eyesight is lil worse than average and I made his pupils dark grey instead of black to try and reflect this.

Fresh: Fresh was a weird one for sure. Given Ink was already a rainwing, I decided to make Fresh the only other colorful tribe, a silkwing. However halfway through the design process I decided to make Fresh albino. A decision decided based off the wingless white dragon in Burn's oddity collection that I theorized was a albino/leucistic silkwing dragonet. Fresh takes the place of that poor dragonet, but instead of being found by Burn's soldiers, he is found by the guardians who reluctantly take him in.

Geno: This was an interesting choice on my part. I feel like Geno fits a sky/mud a lil more however a needed a seawing and I felt that Tsunami's personality fit Geno's decently well for what I needed with a lil tweaks! I love the trope of seawings having words on their tail so I added his name in his glowscales :) Also because of OG Geno only have one eye I decided to have DV!Geno be blind in their right eye, as shown by the milky pupil.

Dream: Sunny and OG Dream are so similar it just felt right for him to be a sandwing. Dream originally didn't have brown splotches and that was added when I was redesigning him to make him a lil more unique design wise and because of his father being a brown sandwing. Dream has brown-blue heterochromia, a last minute thing because of Nightmare also having blue eyes.

Ink: Him being a rainwing is so obvious tbh. Colorful rainbow dragon that can change color just screams Ink. However instead of bright, colorful, cheerful, and obnoxious, I went with dull, battle-scarred, stern, and cynical. Glory was emotionally and possibly even physically abused in book, and by extension so is Ink, so I wanted to reflect this in his design and personality! [Maybe I'm wrong but I don't recall Glory's trauma being explored or even resolved at all? If anything she just gets better off page and this is something I want to change with Ink]

Sans by Toby Fox Cross by Jakei Fresh and Geno by LoverofPiggies Dream by Jokublog Ink by Comyet Dragonverse/Designs by Me :)

Geno's design and Fresh's body paint design were made by vapor-on-the-sunset and troztolkrii on DA, respectively

[hearts-hunger]

home for the holidays — chapter three

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.  || Chapter Summary: Jake has an important question to ask you.

⮡ part one | part two

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Baby | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3k | Chapter Warnings: none!

A/N: I'm finally updating this fic can you believe it!! Everybody blow a kiss to the sweet nonnie who asked if I was going to write more for this fic, because their encouragement and interest gave me the motivation to write this chapter that I've been daydreaming about for year now. I hope you like it, and nonnie, this one's especially for you! ♡

You woke gently to the strains of a crackly Christmas vinyl and your boyfriend’s soft voice singing along, snuggled in blankets that smelled like him and blissfully content. You opened your eyes but stayed still for a moment, enjoying the peaceful, comforting air of Christmas: you felt the afternoon sun shining all golden over the snow-covered windowsill, smelled cookies baking from the kitchen, saw your boyfriend’s childhood bedroom in all its cosy clutter. You also saw Jake, sitting on the floor as he sorted through a wooden jewelry box, leaned against the bottom bunk you were curled up on.

“What a wonderful feeling, watching the ones we love,” Jake sang with the record, his voice quiet to keep from waking you. You had to agree with Ray Charles; you loved to see Jake back in his parents’ house, comfortable and settled among all his boyhood memories. He sifted through the jewelry box, and the necklaces and bracelets jingled musically as he untangled them. 

“Hi Jakey,” you said softly. 

He turned, a sweet smile lighting his handsome face. 

“Well hi, sweetheart.” He reached a hand to gently brush your hair back from your face. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Wonderful,” you agreed, stretching a little under the warm blankets. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome, honey. You were almost asleep at lunch. You needed a little rest, huh?”

Your early-morning flight from Nashville had led right into a trip to downtown Frankenmuth where you visited some of the old holiday haunts; and though you’d loved being back in your hometown with your little family of Jake’s brothers and their partners, you’d all needed time to recharge before the rest of your planned Christmas Eve fun.

Jake turned back to his jewelry for a moment before he pulled out a well-loved Atocha coin necklace.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. “I forgot I had one here. Now we can match.”

You smiled and cradled it in the palm of your hand. “You could have wrapped it and given it to me tomorrow,” you said.

He shrugged, a little bashful. “I guess I could have. Consider it an early present.”

You closed your fingers over it. “Thank you. I love it.” You liked it even better than you would have liked a new one, knowing it was one he’d worn and loved for a long time before you were together and wanted to share with you now.

He angled his body closer to you for a kiss, and you brushed your fingers through his hair as you gave him what he asked for so gently. It was a little awkward with him still on the floor and you on the bed, and you giggled as he made his way onto the bed with you without breaking the kiss.

“Are you sure we’re gonna fit on this bed tonight?” you asked, scooching over to make room for him, even though there wasn’t a lot of room to be made. The twin bunk beds he and Josh had had since childhood were comfortable enough for one each, but two adults had to squeeze if they wanted to share.

He hovered over you and kissed your neck. “It’ll be nice and cosy,” he said, his breath warm on your skin. “Don’t you think so?”

You laughed and tucked your necklace into the pocket of his jeans, freeing up your fingers to comb through his hair. “Yeah, I think so.”

He kissed you for a long while, loving and lazy and humming along with the music as his hands wandered over you. You relaxed completely under him, thankful you were spending this Christmas and every one to come with the man you loved and the family you had together.

He groaned a little when the alarm on his phone went off, indicating it was time to start getting ready for another round of holiday fun. You, Baby, Danny, and the Kiszka boys were going to walk around downtown some more; later, when the sun set, you were going ice skating before you went to the local pub to watch Papa Kiszka’s set with his band. You were looking forward to it even if you were reluctant to leave Jake’s bed, but Jake buried his face against your neck as you started to get up.

“I’m not letting you up,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses to your jaw. “Let everybody else go bust their asses trying to ice skate. We’ll stay nice and warm right here in bed.”

You giggled. “Jakey,” you cooed. “You can’t be a Grinch on Christmas Eve.”

“Oh yes I can. My brain is full of unwashed socks or whatever.”

You laughed out loud, and he beamed at you like it was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. 

“It’s his heart that’s full of unwashed socks,” you told him. 

“You’re the boss,” he said. He kissed you again. “I love you very much, you know.”

“Enough to go ice skating with me?” you teased.

He gave you a wry smile. “Yes, and that’s saying something.”

You smiled. “Aw, Jake. I love you very much too.”

—

“Jake, it looks wonderful. Quit fussing.”

He didn’t answer you right away, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he tried to get the placement of one particular clove bud just right. Though you’d thought the soy candle making at the Frankenmuth Historical Society would be a fun little diversion, Danny and the twins had turned it into a competitive sport. Each one of them had painstakingly attended to every last detail in a way that seemed totally unnecessary and amusing to you, Sam, and Baby.

After a few moments, Jake stepped back when he’d arranged the cloves and pieces of dried orange just the way he wanted them on the top of your candle.

“There!” he said. “I know I was driving you crazy, honey. Sorry. But it had to be done.”

You smiled and looked over the candle you’d made together — or, at least been together for while Jake made it. He’d done the lion’s share of the work, not because you’d been unwilling to help, but because you had figured out five minutes into the process that he was going to be particular about it.

He’d let you pick the scent, though, and you were happy enough with that as he poured the last layer of wax over the top to set the decorations. Besides, you had to admit that it looked beautiful. You tied a festive piece of twine around the ring of the mason jar, and you stifled a laugh as you saw Jake’s face.

“Does that look okay?” you asked, a little too innocently.

His expression was pained with stress at the crooked bow and an intense desire not to upset you. He reached his hand out to the bow, stopped short, and reached out again.

“Don’t be mad,” he said, glancing up at you before he quickly straightened the bow. “It’s really nice, honey. It was just a little crooked.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not mad,” you said. “I know you just want it to be perfect, and that’s okay. Is it perfect now?”

“Yes,” he said with a grin, holding it up to look at it more closely. He met your eyes. “It was a good idea to come do this, sparrow. I know we had to kill time before ice skating, but now we have a beautiful Christmas candle.”

You gave him a slightly weary smile. “I’m glad you liked it.” It wasn’t as relaxing an activity as you’d thought it would be, but hey, he was right. You had a lovely Christmas candle to show for it.

Jake showed off your creation to the others, graciously buffing up your contributions to the creative genius, and you got to see the candles Danny and Josh had been fussing over while their partners looked on with amusement. Josh’s was eucalyptus and grapefruit, decorated with dried lavender — not exactly Christmassy, but it would fit nicely in their home. Danny’s was warm and spicy with star anise and cinnamon sticks on the top, and it was perfectly him.

Jake, Josh, and Danny started examining the other’s candles, and they quickly started coming up with ideas for other candles they could make. The rest of you coaxed them out of starting their own candle business with the promise of a stop by the popcorn shop, and as soon as you got their masterpieces put safely in the car, you headed down the street for their prize.

You all perused the selection of flavored popcorn at the sweet shop, enjoying the warm, sweet air and the strains of festive music piped through the rows upon rows of treats.

“I’m gonna get some of the salted caramel,” Jake said, taking a sample from the tray and sharing it with you. “I know you’re not big on caramel, but just try it.”

You did, and it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn't your favorite. Jake smiled when you handed the little cup back to him.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

You walked a little further down the display, perusing your options.

“Oh, never mind, I know which one you want,” he said sweetly.

You grinned up at him. “Oh yeah? Well, if you’re so smart, you get it for me.”

Jake did, getting a bag of the caramel and another of the Oreo flavor for you. He handed it to you with all the confidence and pleasure of a man who knew he’d picked exactly which popcorn his lady wanted.

“Aw, Jakey, you did know which one to get me,” you said happily. 

He shrugged. “I’m a genius, what can I say?”

The six of you walked down the darkening streets of downtown Frankenmuth, munching your popcorn and enjoying each other’s company as you admired the Christmas lights and sparkling decorations. Eventually you made your way to the ice rink, taking a moment to ooh and ahh over the twinkling lights draped overhead and the beautiful Christmas tree in the middle.

“Isn’t the tree beautiful?” you asked.

“It’s very pretty,” Jake agreed. “And I’m glad you like it, because you’ll be seeing it up close the whole time we’re hanging with the slow skaters in the middle.”

You smiled, and as you got your skates, you noticed that Jake kept glancing at the ice with more and more apprehension.

“Are you sure you want to skate?” you asked. You thought it was kind of charming and funny that a man so graceful and skilled on stage in front of thousands of people was worried about a little ice skating. “I don’t mind sitting this one out, honey. We can get some coffee and just watch.”

He frowned. “But you want to skate, right?”

You shrugged. “I want to be with you,” you said simply. “And I don't want to make you do something you're not comfortable with.”

A slightly bemused smile crossed his face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and he studied you with that loving gaze you knew so well.

“What?” you asked, feeling your cheeks warm.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I don’t know.” He smiled. “You’re something, aren’t you sparrow?”

You pressed closer to him on the bench, remembering another time he’d said that to you.

“Something good or something bad?” you asked.

He grinned and kissed you. “Something good, for sure.”

After a few more kisses, he knelt in front of you and helped you out of your boots.

“You don’t have to, Jake.”

“No, I want to. See, this is one part I can do.”

He set your boots to the side and ran his thumb over your ankle as he grabbed your skates, loving you without even having to try with his absent, comforting touch. For Jake, showing you love was as easy as breathing, and you felt your heart squeeze at the gentle way he cared for you above himself.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He smiled up at you. “You’re welcome, sparrow. It’s my pleasure.”

When both pairs of skates were laced, you took his hand and led him onto the ice. He took your other hand too, almost immediately unsteady, and you leaned close to kiss his nose.

“Thanks for skating with me, Jakey.”

He gave you a rueful smile. “You’re welcome. You sure you don’t want to do a couple laps without me?”

“Nope, I want to be right here with you.”

You skated together for a long time, holding hands, managing to keep him upright most of the time. You watched Baby and Josh skating gracefully, his fantastic agility on the ice making up for her slight clumsiness; Danny and Sam were slow but steady, attempting tricks and laughing when they went awry. When the crowd thinned, you, Danny, and Baby raced each other while Josh and Sam tried to keep Jake steady; all three of them ended up in a heap, and you three came back to your partners and laughingly helped them back up.

“Go skate for me,” Jake said when you’d gotten him safely to the wall. “I want to watch.”

You did, flying across the ice, loving the feel of the cold air stinging your face. When you finally came back to Jake, you were breathless and flushed and very happy.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. “Like the sugar plum fairy or something.”

You beamed and kissed him. “Thanks, honey.” You took his hands again. “I missed you, though.”

Back near the tree, you skated slowly as a light snow started to fall.

“You did that whole loop without falling!” you said. You moved in front of him and skated backwards, holding his hands and leading him. Though he’d gained some confidence, you felt a new sort of nervousness come over him, something more like excitement than anxiety, and felt yourself start to get excited too without even knowing what it was for.

“I want to try a trick,” Jake said. “Since I’m getting so good.”

You laughed. “Are you sure?” You weren’t convinced you’d make it out of this attempt without a few bruises, but you were willing to try whatever he wanted.

He grinned and squeezed your hands. “I’m sure. Absolutely sure.”

“Is it a trick for both of us, or just you?”

His brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Both of us, if I have any luck. You ready?”

You nodded, still holding his hands and watching as he slowly lowered himself to one knee in front of you. You couldn’t imagine what kind of trick this was, but you held off asking before he’d shown it to you.

He let go of your hand and reached in his pocket. “Sparrow, will you marry me?”

You blinked. “Wait — what?”

He laughed, big and bright, and for a moment, all you could think of was how handsome he was. His soft brown waves were dusted with snow; his face was rosy with cold; his smile lit up his features until you felt like your heart might break just looking at him.

“Will you marry me?” he asked again, patient and attentive.

You looked from his handsome, bashful smile to the little black box he held. Inside was a beautiful ring, all rainbows in the rosy glow of the Christmas lights, and you couldn’t think of a single intelligent thing to say. Something tight and wonderful felt close to breaking apart in your chest, and you tried to keep from crying, but all of a sudden he was blurry and the lights were a swirl and there was nothing on earth but the feel of his hand holding yours.

“Jake, are — are you serious?” you managed.

His smile was so tender as he looked up at you with nothing short of adoration.

“I’m serious, sparrow.” He squeezed your hand. “I love you, sweetheart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

And oh, there it went. The most fragile part of your heart shattered into a million shiny bits, making room for a flood of emotion you couldn’t have held back if you tried.

You fairly threw yourself at him, and it was his turn to keep you steady as you put your arms around his neck and kissed him like you’d never kissed him before. He laughed and hugged you tight, joy and wonder coming off him in waves.

“Of course I'll marry you,” you said, and your voice was wrecked, and you hadn't even realized you’d started to cry. He pulled back just enough to see your face and tenderly brush the tears from your face.

“My sparrow,” he said, just for you to hear. “I love you so much, Mrs. Kiszka.”

You’d never heard anything more wonderful. You cried harder and kissed him again.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he laughed. “Don’t cry. Are you happy?”

“I have absolutely never been happier in my whole life,” you said with a joyful, watery laugh. “I can’t believe you. What on earth am I going to get you for Christmas that could top this?” 

He grinned. “Just you.”

You cradled his beloved face in your hands and tried to stop crying, but you loved him so much, and he was looking at you like you were the most wonderful thing in the world.

“I love you, Jake.”

He kissed you, and everything was right in the world. “I love you too, my little sparrow.”

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[babyjakes]

holy ground. [blurb.]

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | love is an ocean; you and jake are diving in, head first.

pairing | best friend!jake jensen x little!reader

warnings | jakey and reader are exploring ddlg together for the first time. this is not my typical smut!! it's much more abstract, i just enjoyed writing it very liberally and creatively. p in v sex, not very descriptive. alludes to size difference/kink. they cum together <3. i wrote this in past tense and idk why, it just felt right. an obnoxious amount of taylor references.

word count | 548

an | okay so i had a few jakey requests hehe! you guys really get me :'-) i've never written daddy!jakey, but it's probably time given the url change lol— thanks to the sweet nonnie who sent in the idea of best friend!jakey trying out ddlg with reader, and @brandycranby for the size kink idea <3 i love this dynamic with jakey so much, just being so close and vulnerable with each other already, slipping into daddy land feels so natural for him and reader! this did turn into quite the expressive piece for me, i feel like i rarely write smut this way but with jakey i just couldn't help it lol, hope everyone likes it regardless! <3

It was an incredible scene to witness, though both of you knew not a soul beyond the other would ever know about its occurrence. It was something special for just the two of you, something sacred. A careful step forward, as big of a step as it was. A single spark blooming into a timid flame. It was new to both of you— new and special, oh so rare. Skin on flushed skin, hands intertwined, lips searching across inches of body that felt like miles; he foraged all of you, left no part of you untouched or unloved.

"So beautiful," Jake's words swam through the thick cloud of your shared apartment's warm air. "So beautiful for me, baby. All mine, aren't you? Say it."

Your droopy eyes peered up at him through tears, the beam of sun pouring in through the window hitting him at the most glorious angle; he was straight out of a movie. Outlined by the golden rays, he shone before you, beads of sweat forming on his tender forehead as he thrust himself back into you once more. His size was overwhelming, leaving no hint of you unfilled as his tip slammed up against your bruising ceiling. "Yours," was all you could manage in response, "yours. Yours. Yours."

Towering over you, Jake's gaze was so full of love that it was overflowing from his eyes in shimmering droplets as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Safe with me— always," his words were an oath, and you knew he'd be true; there was no one in the world you trusted more than the man before you. "You're safe with Daddy, baby."

"D-Daddy," the word was so sweet as it tumbled from your lips, the simple act of speaking it into existence like the birth of a spring fawn, such a tender and sacred thing. Out in some abandoned field, it was just the two of you there to see it; maybe that's what made it so holy.

"Your daddy, sweetie. Yours, all yours," he returned the words to you as his thrusts began to pick up in pace. "Daddy'll take care of you—" he swore, the sweetness in his voice slowly getting swallowed up by starvation. He had hungered for this, for you, for his whole life. And here you finally were, and you were more than willing to let him feast, "—make you feel so good, s'that what you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want."

His tender fingers fell down to search between where your two bodies met, stroking in broad circles over your fiery core of pleasure. Your voice came out begging, "Please... please..." You sounded so foolish; it was music to Jake's ears. "Want it... want you— please Daddy..."

You fell over the edge hand in hand, warmth overcoming the both of you as your booming heartbeats aligned, lips crashing together as you searched desperately for something— not breath, not air. Only each other.

It was a beautiful sight, body on trembling body as the two of you swallowed each other down, tears mixing in your mouths through scattered breaths and 'I love you's. Noses rubbing together, you kept your eyes shut as you wept against him. And to him, there you were; he had found you at last.

[princessimotep]

Tienes Mi Corazón - Chapter 7

~*~ 18+ content. Minors do not interact. Longest chapter so far. Buckle up ~*~

God rays descended upon the land of Lemoyne. The evening sun beginning to set. Sky was golden across the lake, ripples of the light’s touch floating away to the horizon. It was as though the area had been blessed by the heavens. A truly angelic scene before the souls in camp. Mary-Beth stood on the shoreline with Miriam; the two women just enjoying the view.

“Ain’t it beautiful?” Mary-Beth said, sighing dreamily. “It’s just like that book you’ve been readin’. You know. Before they go save the girl?” Miriam sighed too in contentment.

“Yeah. I love that part.” Mary-Beth gave Miriam a coy smile.

“Well at least one of us already has a knight willing to rescue you at any given moment.” Miriam blinked at Mary-Beth.

“How do you mean?” The freckled woman elbowed Miriam.

“You know… Javier…” Mary-Beth teased.

“Shhh!” Miriam loudly proclaimed, looking around to make sure no one had heard her.

“Oh, c’mon now! I can see through y’all so clearly.” Mary-Beth widely grinned, loving the idea of gossiping with her close friend. “You can tell me, Miriam. I won’t tell a soul.” Miriam looked away, staying silent. Mary-Beth begged. “C’mon!” She grabbed onto Miriam’s hands, hunching over to whisper. “From one hopeless romantic to another. Do ya like him?”

“I…” Avoiding Mary-Beth’s eyes, Miriam looked to the water debating whether it was a good idea to let down her walls. However, when she looked back at her friend, seeing how gleeful she looked, Miriam couldn’t help but place her trust in her. “Yes.” Mary-Beth squealed in a high-pitched tone that would surely alert anyone nearby. “Shhh!” But the bubbly woman couldn’t help but feel giddy happiness for her friend. Mary-Beth’s hands squeezed Miriam’s tighter.

“Does he know?” Miriam’s eyes widened in shock. She shook her head almost violently.

“Of course not!” Mary-Beth then had a revelation come to her.

“You have to tell him!”

“No.” Miriam immediately shut it down, pulling away from her friend’s hands. Keeping her head down, she walked further along the shore.

“Oh c’mon, Miriam! You have to.” Suddenly another voice joined the women’s conversation.

“She don’t have to tell anyone, shit.” It was Sadie. The blonde woman had a hand on her hip, her cowboy hat blocking the sun from hitting her eyes. She had a new look to her. A new attitude. Her heart had time to heal. She wasn’t going to let anybody walk all over her, or Miriam for that matter. “Not if she don’t want to.” Sadie looked to Miriam who clearly looked uncomfortable. “What’s this about?”

“Miriam likes Javier!” Mary-Beth whispered loudly, squeaking this time.

“Mary-Beth!” Miriam scolded, looking at her young friend in disbelief. So much for not telling a soul.

“It’s only Sadie! If anyone is gonna knock some sense into you, it would be her! I won’t tell anyone else I promise.” Miriam sighed, feeling so incredibly bashful all of a sudden. She had her arms crossed over her chest, one hand rubbing over her eyebrows.

“I know, Mary-Beth… I just…” Sadie looked at the newcomer with sombre eyes.

“-you don’t know how to tell him.” Sadie finished for her. Miriam’s eyes saddened, nodding. The chestnut-haired woman knew that Sadie had a double meaning to her sentence; and she was right. It wouldn’t be just a confession of feelings, but a confession of her past. Mary-Beth looked concerned at the both of them, not expecting the mood to go so blue. “Mary-Beth, could you please give us a moment alone?” The girl nodded, understanding that Sadie knew things that she didn’t.

“Well alright then.”

“And don’t go telling anybody, ya hear?” Sadie threw over her shoulder as Mary-Beth walked away.

“I won’t. Just… knock some sense into her, okay? Love is a beautiful thing, ya know?”

“Yeah… I know.” A mournful expression spread across Sadie’s features. Oh, how she missed her Jakey. He was a good man. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sadie exhaled and toughened herself up. “So, you like the guy, huh?” Miriam nodded gently. “Then tell him ya like him. That part is easy.”

“How is that easy?!” Miriam uttered which caused Sadie to put her hand up.

“I ain’t finished.” The widow took a couple steps towards her friend to properly look her in the eye. Sadie had a serious look in her eye, her eyebrows furrowed together to brace Miriam for what she was about to say next. “But telling him that ya love him is different.” Miriam’s ears and cheeks grew warm. She smiled, scoffing delicately at Sadie’s words.

“Who said I love him?” Sadie rolled her eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes, ya fool.” Her words stung. “It’s…” Sadie lowered her head. “It’s how I used to look at my Jakey…” Miriam’s heart squeezed for the woman, total admiration for how strong she was. Gritting her teeth, she looked back to Miriam. “Look. Tell him ya like him. Sure. Tell him ya wanna bed him for all I care. But-” Sadie placed her hand on Miriam’s upper arm. “If you ever want to tell him ya love him… you need to tell him the truth. About who you are, where you came from…” Sadie frowned but with a soft look in her eye. “And what you’re running from.” Tears prickled Miriam’s eyes, threatening to spill.

“But I can’t, Sadie.”

“Yes. Yes. You. Can.” Both her hands were now on Miriam’s arms. “You’re a strong woman. If he’s even half the man you think he is, he’ll understand. He’ll accept you. He’ll forgive you.” A couple tears fell down Miriam’s cheek.

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Then he ain’t the right one, honey.” Sadie let go of Miriam’s arms, allowing the young lady to wrap her arms back round herself and sob quietly. Sadie gave a weak smile. “But hey- that’s if you ever want to tell him. You might fancy yourself a nun and be done with men!” Miriam choked out a laugh amidst her sobbing. Sadie allowed there to be a moment of silence. “Just… just know, Miriam, that love comes with the bad stuff as well as the good. You can only love someone for who they really are. If you ever expect Javier to return your feelings… ya need to be honest with him. Otherwise, the whole thing is just a lie. A sweet dream.” Sadie turned around but looked over her shoulder one last time at her friend. “And all dreams come to an end eventually.” Then Sadie was gone.

Miriam looked up to the sky, seeing the cobalt colours begin to pierce through the golden veil of the sunset. Light turning into night. She placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing away her tears. She was so afraid. Of course, Sadie didn’t fully understand what Miriam had done in her past, but what if Javier couldn’t accept her for what she did? For who she really was? ‘Then he ain’t the right one, honey.’ Sadie’s voice echoed in her mind. Miriam wanted to believe with all her heart that Javier was a good man deep down. That perhaps he was the one. Needing to avert her mind, the young woman walked back into camp and towards her tent. Kneeling inside she opened her chest of belongings and reached for a piece of paper that was inside an envelope at the bottom. Pulling it out, her fingertips traced over the ink. It was for Mr & Mrs Voltare, addressed to a location near Annesburg. Her parents. Gripping it tightly in her hands, she looked around for her satchel and slipped it inside. She had to post it that evening before any more trouble could ensue.

Miriam left her tent after putting on her dress coat to wrap up warm for the night ahead. Her eyes scanned the camp looking for Javier’s location. She spotted him sat at the table, carving little marks into the wood with his knife. Bill had just bothered him previously which caused the Mexican to have a scornful look on his face. It looked as though he wanted to be left alone. But Miriam was desperate for his help. She didn’t feel confident taking a horse out on her own yet and with the darkness soon beginning to taint the skies, she would feel safer with Javier being with her. Slowly she approached the man head on, not wanting to startle him especially when he had a sharp blade in his hands.

“Javier…” She carefully called out. His eyes lifted from the oak table and they came to life upon seeing her.

“Ah, mi amor. Come for some more Spanish lessons?” She shook her head with a smile.

“No… I came to ask for a favour.”

“¿Qué es?” (“What is it?”) Figuring he was most likely asking her what she needed, she pulled the envelope just slightly out of her satchel. She didn’t want him to see the writing.

“I have a letter I really need to post.” Javier frowned a little, raising his scarred eyebrow.

“Now?” It was starting to get dark and the tone of his voice suggested his disapproval for her wanting to do this so late at night.

“I need to post it whilst it’s quiet.” She tilted her head, giving him a gentle, apologetic smile. “I was hoping you could take me?” He leant back in his seat. He looked around in contemplation before finally looking at her to respond. He was reluctant, not sure why she was being so secretive.

“Alright.”

“Thank you.” The walk over to Boaz was quiet. Before Javier mounted, he had put his poncho back on along with his bowler hat knowing the night was going to be cold. Sitting in the saddle, he reached down for Miram’s arm and pulled her up behind him. Like before, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his back. The familiar feeling of his poncho relaxed her. It smelt of cigarettes and whiskey – just like him. Kicking Boaz on, they left the safety of the camp and got onto the road. Javier turned his head back to speak to Miriam.

“Which post office?”

“Wallace station.” His eyes widened at her command.

“Wallace- Miriam, that’s quite a ride. Why do we need to go that far?”

“I know someone there. He’s… he’s very discreet.”

“Ay dios Mío…” (“Oh my God…”) He muttered, kicking Boaz into a gallop. “We’ll need to ride fast then.” Her arms tightened around him, feeling the wind whip past her face almost knocking the air from her lungs. Most of the journey had been silent which concerned Miriam. Usually, Javier was one to make some kind of flirtatious remark to her. But not this time. He seemed annoyed. Was it because of Bill? Or had she pissed him off because of her request? Her eyebrows knitted together.

“Javier… I’m really grateful.” He didn’t respond which really hurt her. “You didn’t have to take me, you know?” At last, he responded.

“Why so secretive? You’re needing to post letters late at night now? What’s next?” Her slender fingers scrunched up, firmly holding the fabric of his poncho. It pained her hearing him be so suspicious of her. “Is there someone I should know about?” His words stabbed through her heart.

“Javier, it’s not like that.” She tried to reason but Javier was the jealous type thus meaning he could not be reasoned with.

“Then what is it like, hm?” Javier gritted his teeth. “You needing me to sneak you out late at night to post some letter you won’t even tell me about?”

“It’s my business, Javier.” Her head was now well away from the contact of his body. Knowing this, Javier looked over his shoulder with a disdainful look.

“You married?” Her lips pursed together, trying to not form a lump in her throat.

“No. Like I said, it’s nothing like that.” She firmly stated, not wanting to hear any more of it. Miriam decided that silence was the best thing for them. The journey was awkward. Painfully awkward. Nothing could be heard in the night other than the sound of Boaz’s hooves thundering against the dry earth. All Miriam wished for in that moment was for the journey to be over. She had even contemplated staying at the station for the night, not sure if she could face the journey back if Javier was going to be like this. It was only when Miriam felt Boaz slow down in his gait, did she realise they were finally at their destination. Before Javier’s horse could even halt, Miriam slid down onto the ground with a thud and proceeded to walk through the door that led inside to the station clerk. The quick action surprised Javier, noting that he might have upset her judging by the way she was behaving. He groaned to himself, muttering something about women being difficult but he dismounted, giving Boaz a pat before following in behind her.

When Javier entered the station, he saw Miriam leaning over the station clerk’s counter, whispering. Due to no one else being in there, he could hear their exchange.

“Thank you, Alden.”

“No problem, ma’am. I’ll make sure this gets delivered… quietly. No questions asked.” The man had a funny voice to him which made Javier sneer. Noting Javier was now present in the building, Miriam cleared her throat giving the signal for Alden to drop the subject. Holding her hands in front of her, the young woman turned to Javier.

“Thank you for bringing me. You head back. I’ll stay here for the night.” She smiled weakly, hoping he would be happy now that he was rid of her. Instead, he gave a small glare which was hard to see due to the shadow cast by his hat.

“Here? Don’t be stupid.” Her face scrunched into a frown.

“You’re clearly annoyed by my presence, so just leave me here.” He scoffed. There was a moment’s pause before he stepped forward and grabbed onto Miriam’s wrist.

“I’m not leaving you here.” Much to Miriam’s protests, Javier pulled the young woman out from the station and onto the road. She retracted her hand from his grip and turned her back to him. A slight fear possessed her. She didn’t want to ride back in awkward silence with him. She thought so much of Javier and knowing that he was annoyed at her killed her on the inside. One foot in front of the other, she began to walk away, getting off the road and walking amongst the trees down the hill. “What is your problem?” He yelled out after her.

“What is my-” She looked over her shoulder with a stern expression. “What is your problem, Javier?” Her footsteps were heavy due to the vast decline of the landscape. “I only asked you to take me. You could have said no and I would have been fine.” He snickered, following her down the hill.

“And what, let you ride out on your own? Risk you getting captured by O’Driscolls?” His stride got longer, trying to catch up to the girl. “What’s so important about this letter anyway? That you’re risking your safety for?”

“Javier…” She breathed out, a lump forming in her throat. Panic was beginning to set in. Her urge to tell him the truth had heightened but the fear of him hating her… endangering him, was far greater. She didn’t want to hurt this man more than anything. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?!” He spat. “When will you be ready to tell me? It’s been a long time, Miriam…” Javier stopped walking after her. He looked at her figure with eyes that held hurt. “Do you not trust me?” Her heart cracked through the middle, hearing his voice fall dark. She turned around, looking at the man before her. She called out his name, gritting her teeth to try and hold back the tears. Walking forward, her hands held onto one of his large ones, bringing it to her chest.

“I do. I promise you I do.” Javier’s free hand went to Miriam’s cold cheek. The night’s air nipped at her skin and she leant into his hand, welcoming his warmth.

“Then tell me the truth.” One of her hands went to his hand which was on her cheek. Her thumb brushed over his skin. She went to open her mouth to speak but no words left. It felt impossible to say a word. “Miriam…” Her eyes bore into his dark amber ones. “Who are you?” The want in his voice rattled through to her core. Never had she seen him vulnerable. Miriam parted her lips. She was going to tell him-

“Looks like they came through here.”

“Can’t have gone far.” The voices startled the couple and out of reflex, Javier pushed Miriam up against a tree to hide them both. He had his hand over Miriam’s mouth and nose, leaning into her so she wouldn’t budge to alert the strangers of their location. Javier looked up the hill, seeing lanterns flickering about and the famous black and green attire of Colm’s men became evident. He hushed Miriam’s mumbles from under his hand.

“Shh… O’Driscoll’s.” Miriam’s eyes widened, fear pumping through her veins and across her whole body. Javier listened out, peering now and then from the tree they were hiding behind. Suddenly a lantern was held down further from above, causing its light to shine through the trees past Javier’s face. He quickly hid his head back behind the broad trunk.

Javier’s nose was now close to Miriam’s ear. She could feel his breath on her neck making her chest ride and fall. Their bodies were pressed together which meant Javier could feel Miriam’s chest pushing against his own with each breath she took. His thigh was pressed against her core and he had only realised this when she tried to adjust herself from the sensation. He turned his head to look into her scared eyes. Gods he thought she looked beautiful. Miriam tried shaking her head but Javier’s hand over her mouth was pressed too firm for her to do anything about it. Her lips brushed over his calloused hand whilst one hand went to his chest and the other clung over the hand across her face. She didn’t struggle but instead just held onto him.

Hearing the voices start to disappear into the distance, Javier released his hand from her mouth but kept her pressed against the tree. He put his index finger over his lips, signally for her to remain quiet as the enemy gang was still in the area. She nodded shortly. His eyes fell to her lips and they trailed down to her throat, watching her swallow her saliva in anticipation. She was beginning to feel hot and bothered from being so close to the Mexican. Especially when he accidentally pressed his thigh a little closer to her core. She grunted in a high-pitched tone which made Javier begin to feel feral. Those cute little noises she was making every time he did something. Her small sounds of pleasure; it was making his vision hazy. He resisted every devilish thought of just lifting her up onto his hips and fucking her against this tree.

His lips brushed over her jawline just barely and they hovered over the top corner of her neck, just under her ear. She was finally so close to him. He was a man under the spell of love and lust. He couldn’t just do nothing. He kissed her neck and Miriam’s body arched into his, her hands moving from his chest to his shoulders. She closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side, away from his kiss. Not out of disgust but wanting him to cover her whole neck with his kisses. She could hardly believe what was happening. She welcomed it whole-heartedly.

Butterfly kisses followed in suit one after another in that one spot under her ear, his tongue slipping out to taste her neck. The frosty air bit at the saliva on her neck, causing the young woman to shiver in delight. Her hips shuffled about thus rubbing her clothed pussy against his leg more to relieve that familiar pressure forming in her gut. Javier pressed his hips into hers where his erect cock could be felt through the fabric of her dress. Feeling his member against her body made her let out a very shaky breath. Miriam had almost convinced herself this was just another one of her fantasies. That it was all in her head. However, when Javier feathered his kisses down to the crook of her neck, begging to suck on the skin, her mind was brought back to reality and she gasped just above a whisper.

The dark-haired male put his hand to her throat. He didn’t squeeze but he pressed his thumb ever so gently on her oesophagus; his way of silencing her. He pulled his lips away from the area he had been sucking on to swipe his tongue over the pink patch, only to press his lips back over to continue with his lustful assault. Miriam’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her head banging back against the tree. His lips felt so good on her neck and she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted him. And he wanted her. A twinge of pain could be felt on the part he was abusing with his lips which made the girl wince.

“J-Javier…” She managed to call out in a confined whisper. Hearing her song-bird voice, his lips pulled away; a purple blotch having been left behind. The animalistic side of him had to leave a mark. He wanted her to wake up each day and see it, to remind herself who did it do her and remind her of how good it felt when it happened.

He couldn’t stop there. The hand which was around her throat moved up to her jaw and this time he did squeeze. He looked hungrily into her eyes; his own breathing now heavy. Javier said nothing to her. He simply enjoyed watching how her pupils dilated, wanting to absorb every essence of him. He lowered his head to where her cleavage was. He ducked his head down where he placed noisy and breathy kisses between her breasts. This caused Miriam to lift one of her legs and Javier’s free hand hooked under it to hold her steady. That same hand trailed under her skirt, his fingers brushing over her inner thigh. He squeezed the flesh hard causing Miriam to push her clothed pussy against his concealed cock even more. If it weren’t for the fabric restraints, he would already be inside her by now.

“Mierda. Mira lo que me haces.” (“Shit. Look what you do to me.”) Her head spun; turned on by the Spanish he uttered against her cleavage. The thrill of not knowing what he was saying made her even more sopping for him. His tongue licked all the way up from her breasts to the centre of her throat. Javier looked into Miriam’s eyes once more. She had the most adorable band of red going across her cheeks and nose. Her lips were parted, her lungs trying their very best to grab oxygen. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Miram held onto his hand, looking back into his eyes with such desire… and love.

“Javier.” She panted out once more and that was all he needed to lean down to press his lips over hers. His lips were so warm against her own; she opened her mouth further wanting more of him. His tongue pushed into her mouth to rub his muscle against hers. She mewled, completely succumbing to him. Miriam felt her breath being sucked from her from the kiss being so long. Showing her mercy, Javier pulled away, a string of saliva connected to his tongue and her lips. He used his thumb to brush it away over her lips, his hand resting calmly on her scorched cheek.

“Come on. Let’s get back.” He whispered, still aware they needed to escape the O’Driscolls. He released her thigh and removed his hips from hers. She felt so weak at the knees that she ended up almost falling over if it weren’t for Javier snaking his arm around her waist. “Cuidadosa, cariño.” (“Careful, darling.”) She bit her lip, a look of bitterness across her face at how unrelieved she now felt. Her pussy was still throbbing for him and now they had to return to camp. It wasn’t fair. Javier too felt the same. He knew that if the O’Driscolls weren’t there, he would have already had his wicked way with her.

Sneaking back up the hill, the couple made it back to Boaz. Javier sighed in relief, mounting his steed. “Quick…” He whispered to the woman, offering her his hand. Before she could place her hand in his, a bullet suddenly grazed across Javier’s thumb. He yelped out in pain, looking desperately to find where it came from.

“There they are! He’s got her!” Miriam’s heart leapt from her chest, eyes of concern looking at Javier’s bleeding hand.

“Javier!” Being no time to worry over his wound, Javier’s bloodied hand held onto hers and he pulled her onto the front of the horse where her legs dangled on either side. He kicked and yelled for Boaz to go on to which he obeyed his master. The sound of whistles could be heard behind them as a group of O’Driscolls mounted their own horses to pursue the couple.

“Grab the reins!” Javier commanded. Miriam grabbed hold of them, concerned.

“W-Why me?” Javier reached down to his holster and pulled out his silver-plated double action revolver.

“I’ll take care of them.” His voice sounded so menacing; his chest inflated out with the need to protect. His courage radiated through Miriam and she focused on the road. “Just don’t lead them back to camp.” She nodded, steering Boaz off the path and into the wilderness. Despite the differing levels of the ground as they rode, both Boaz and Javier worked together like the duo they always had been. Javier twisted his body rounded to fire his gun, its distinct sound echoing through Miriam’s ears. She winced, not used to being so close to a firing arm before. A high pitch ring snaked through her ears, almost altering her vision.

“We’re gonna kill ya, boy!” The man who spoke those words met with a bullet through his eye.

“Shit! You fuckin’ greaser!” Javier ducked from the bullets that fired his way. “As soon as we get the girl, we’re gonna pay your leader a visit! We’ll be sure to kill everyone!”

“And you can watch, girlie!” Another taunted.

“Get down!” Javier shouted, pushing the back of Miriam’s head down so she didn’t get hit. A sharp yell escaped from Javier’s lips as he hunched over in excruciating pain. Miriam’s eyes widened at the realisation.

“Javier!” Blood seeped out from his back where his ribcage was. He clutched to it with his free hand, his teeth grinding together hard.

“Keep… riding…” He managed to groan out, still shooting over his shoulder when he could. Knowing it was nowhere near safe for them to stop, all Miriam could do was continue steering Boaz away from the conflict, hoping he could outrun them. Javier had managed to kill most of the group and the last couple of them who remained were beginning to disappear behind them. Javier groaned, leaning onto Miriam’s back. She looked over her shoulder to see if she could see their pursuers anymore and she smiled.

“We’ve lost them, Javier. We-” Javier was mute, only the sounds of his heavy breathing could be heard. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Javier?” A very quiet laugh escaped his lips.

“Well done, cariño. You did it.” Another harrowing groan left his mouth. She steered Boaz back to the road, trying her best to stay strong for the man who was now holding onto her for support.

“I’ll get you back. Just stay alive, okay?” Miriam comforted. The ride had been a long one. For the most part, Javier managed to keep himself awake, but it was becoming harder and harder with each passing minute. His vision was misty, his skin becoming cold and beads of sweat dripping from his temples.

Arriving back in camp, Miriam called out for help as she abruptly halted Boaz. Miss Grimshaw being the punctual member of the gang was the first to leave her tent, along with Arthur and Dutch.

“What happened?” Dutch called out, seeing the blood all down Javier’s side, his body slumped over having passed out a few moments prior.

“Christ, he’s been shot.” Arthur mumbled, going over to where Javier was and lifting him down as carefully as he could.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Bill called out from his tent, shutting up quickly when he saw what state Javier was in. “Shit!”

“It was O’Driscolls. They chased us from Wallace Station-” Dutch walked over to Miriam in reaction to her words, both Arthur and Bill now dragging Javier to his tent.

“Were you followed?” Miriam shook her head at Dutch.

“No. Of course not.” The Van Der Linde leader sighed in relief, keeping a level head.

“Right… Mister Strauss! Miss Grimshaw!” The Austrian and former portrait lady looked at Dutch, ready for his order. “Please see to Mister Escuella. Get him better.” Miriam’s cheeks became wet with her tears. She tried to run over to Javier but Dutch stopped her. “He’ll be fine. I suggest you go back to bed, Miss Miriam.” He firmly stated. She looked over Dutch’s shoulder and still tried to step past the gang’s leader. He stopped her once more. “They will do everything they can for him. We’re not going to let him die.” Miriam bit the inside of her lip and nodded, staring at the ground. Dutch walked away from her to join the group that was around Javier.

He needed his family more than anything at this crucial time.

Miriam rubbed the back of her neck and let out a shaky breath. She tried to stop her tears and as soon as she convinced herself she had her emotions under control, she heard a bubbly voice call out.

“Miriam?” It was Mary-Beth. “Are you okay?” Miriam broke. Falling into Mary-Beth’s arms, the young woman wailed out, sobbing about Javier’s injury. How scared she was for him. How she could never forgive herself for letting this happen. Mary-Beth’s face would soften at her friend’s cries and she would place her hand on her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “You’re alright now. Let’s get you inside.”

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Money, Money, Money

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Sequel to Mm, Daddy, Daddy.

Description: Your life has been completely changed since you fell in love with Jake Seresin. For one, you've never been to Monaco before, and you've never set foot on a yacht before either. But with Jake, you're ready for anything, even if your afternoon becomes a little spicier than first expected. Disclaimer: Female Reader, Slight BDSM, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship. This is also very clearly an AU! In this universe, Jake is a high flying, jet-setting lawyer, a very successful one. This is a story completely full of adult elements. It is for adults 18+ only. Minors Do Not Interact. Word Count: 2117 Author Note: So, if you've all read Mm, Daddy, Daddy, you'll know exactly why this thought had such a foothold on me. I had to write a sequel. This one is for @desert-fern. The title for this fic comes from ABBA's Money, Money, Money

AO3: Cross-posted here! Wattpad: Cross-posted here! Anthology Masterlist My Masterlist

How is this your life? It's a question you've asked yourself since you found yourself in a happy, committed relationship with Jake Seresin. Over the past four years of being with Jake, loving Jake, you've fallen even deeper in love with him every day. He's been your biggest supporter. In fact, you know for sure you never would have graduated from graduate school, not without him. You know that his contacts helped in your career too. It's surprising how many people Jake knows on the board of directors of Marine Biology labs. But more than anytime you wonder at the turns your life has taken, no day has been as surreal as today.

When Jake asked you to marry him, you'd been ecstatic, if a little nervous. It's not the glitz and glam of his life as a high profile lawyer. You've been ancillary to the glitz and glam of his high fashion world for as long as you've known him. It's that in four years, you've never once met his family. You didn't either until the week of your wedding. But over expensive champagne and expensive hor d'oeuvres, your family and his were united as were Jake and you. That very night you'd flown via private jet to Monaco, where Jake's yacht was waiting.

The midday sun is hot and incredibly bright from behind your eyelids as you lay on your stomach and soak in the rays. Every inch of you, from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes, is soaked in moisture. Sweat prickles at the backs of your knees and the crooks of your elbows, sliding down your back to pool at the base of your spine as it mixes with the sunscreen coating your skin. You would nearly be asleep, like a cat in a patch of sun, if you weren't putting on a deliberate show in your completely untied skimpy bright blue bikini.

You'd started wearing a cover-up over your bikini, one of Jake's t-shirts teasingly buttoned over your navel, as you'd laid out on a lounge on the yacht's deck. But back to you and your blue bikini. The shade is a near-perfect shade match for the Sapphire adorning your left-hand ring finger. So about half an hour after you'd laid out in the sun, off the shirt came.

"Blue, baby! That's an awful lot of exposed skin. Do you need a reapplication of sunscreen?" After that comment, you weren’t surprised to feel Jake’s skin against yours.

Jake smirked at you before covering your lips in a kiss. Everything had stayed chaste until his hands began spreading sunscreen across your skin. His hands were teasingly gentle as he untied your bikini strap across your back and then the strap at the back of your neck.

"Jakey!" You gasped, trying to push his hands away. "There are a ton of yachts around, aren't there?"

"You've got nothing to worry about, baby." His words and hot kisses down your spine made you shudder. "We're all alone out here. And we're in Europe, baby. A little nudity is de rigueur!"

A moan masked any further protests as Jake's big hot hands freed you from your bikini bottoms. Jake had massaged your skin with the lotion, keeping his touches just light enough to have your skin goose-pimpling in need without giving you any release. Then he'd left, retreating to the wheel with a ridiculous white captain's hat perched on his head.

That's when you'd decided that turnabout was fair play. It's not an accident that the lounge chair you're on is right in view of the wheel. You start by sitting up and stretching, exaggerating the actions and how your tits jiggle with each movement. You can't read Jake's expression from behind his mirrored lenses, but you know he's only looking at you. But you hadn’t done anything else, choosing to lay in the sun again, leading you to this moment. You’ve been lying bare in the sun for nearly an hour now.

You turn over, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen and squirting some between your palms. The rich scent of coconut and hibiscus hangs heavy in the air as you warm the sticky lotion in your hot hands. You loll your head to the side, keeping direct eye contact with your husband as you cup your heavy breasts in your hands. You slather the lotion carelessly over your tits, pausing to tweak your nipples until your areolas are pebbled, and your nipples are peaked even in the hot, heavy afternoon air.

With more lotion, you let your hands trail teasingly lower. You trace abstract patterns across the meat of your thighs, keeping direct eye contact as you part your thighs teasingly. Each swipe draws your fingers even closer to the apex, your dripping core aching for more stimulation than you've gotten. That's the final straw for your husband, it seems.

Soundtracked by a bitten-off curse, you hear the yacht motor silence and the heavy tread of footsteps as Jake makes his way down to the deck where you are. Dragging your sunglasses off, you turn until you're lying on your stomach in the lounge again. You cross your legs at the ankle, alluringly flexing the muscles as you peek at your husband.

"Heya, Cowboy!" You can't help how teasing your voice is. "See something you like?"

His groan sends heat boiling beneath your grin. "Oh, Baby Blue. Yeah, I think I do. D'you want me to show you how much?"

"I dunno, Mr. Seresin. I mean," You turn over again, taking a deep breath that has your chest heaving. "I put on this pretty little bikini and came here for someone special. But my husband, I dunno if you've seen him, just got me all hot and bothered, wet and wanting, without doing anything about it!"

As the final words leave your lips, you arch your back, pushing your tits into the palms of your hands, and smile sunnily up at him. His resulting growl has your legs falling apart automatically as Jake drags his shirt off and covers your body with his own. His kiss is wet and messy as he slants his mouth over yours and plunders your plush lips. Your arms wrap around his neck as you wriggle under him, trying and failing to get more stimulation.

It's a sharp smack to the meat of your ass that has your movements stalling.

"Oh, baby. Blue, my gorgeous bride. D'you want to show me how wet you are?" Jake's teeth drag bluntly over your pulse as his hands find purchase at your hips. His hands find no resistance as he levers your thighs apart, just far enough to have your legs wrap easily around his slim waist.

Your lips part in a drawn-out moan as Jake's hands find your peaked nipples. "I'm so wet for you, baby. I've been wet for you since you put sunscreen on me."

Jake kisses you long and deep before burying one of his fingers in your wet heat. But they’re not there for long because you’re vertical as Jake bodily moves you across the deck in one swift movement. For one fond moment, you hope Jake’s taking you to the bed below deck. But you’re wrong. Because in a few big steps, Jake’s dropping you over the side of the yacht.

The water is frigid in comparison to the heat of your skin, and you can’t hide how your teeth chatter as you come up for air. A splash nearly drags you under again as Jake cannonballs into the water beside you. You come up spluttering, your eyes screwed shut against the salty sea water while blindly groping for Jake. At the first bit of his skin, you make contact with, you pull yourself closer. As you wrap your arms and legs around Jake, you’re sure you more closely resemble a drowned bear cub wrapped around a tree than a human woman.

“YOU ASS!” Your voice is high-pitched as you blink away the last droplets burning your eyes and glare at your husband.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I just wanted to take you skinny dipping.” You scoff and make your way carefully up the ladder back on deck. You don't get very far, because Jake wraps his arms around you. You can feel his pout as he kisses your spine, even as he lets you climb all the way back up on deck.

“Just want me, Jakey! I’m all wet now.” Your pout is only half sincere as you stand dripping on the deck as Jake wraps a terry cloth robe around your frame.

“But, Baby, didn’t you know? It was a hidden part of my vows, promising that I’d always keep you wet and never keep you wanting." You laugh despite yourself, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck as you press kisses to his salty lips.

He's grinning himself even as he lifts you again, this time carrying you below deck. Jake presses you against the wall, kissing down your throat as he frees you from the robe. His tongue is hot as it traces over your skin. The heat under your skin rises to a fever pitch as Jake drops to his knees in front of you.

His hands part your thighs with no resistance, even as his tongue delves between your dripping folds. Each wet lick has you writhing even as Jake's forearm keeps you propped against the wall. Jake drags your leg up over his shoulder, opening you up further before he plunges two fingers into your drooling cunt and wraps his lips around your swollen clit.

The first wet suck has you writhing even further, digging your fingers into his hair. You tug on the wet strands, writhing under the steel bands of Jake's forearm as his fingers and mouth work your over with such alacrity that the band tightening in your gut is nearly ready to snap.

"Jake, Jake, Jake!" You're babbling already, back arching at the onslaught of sensations he's wrecking on your body. "Gonna cum, baby please! I'm gonna cum. Please can I cum, Daddy please?"

It's calling Jake Daddy that seems to set him off. His fingers grow more insistent within your wet cunt as the suctioning press of his lips drags your orgasm out of you. You cum with a scream, your back arching even as you gush over his fingers. When Jake slips up to pull you into his arms, your release coats his lips and drips down your neck. You clean him up willingly, sucking on his tongue even as you dip your fingers below the waistband of your husband's swim trunks to grip his thick cock.

"Gonna make you feel so good, my beautiful Blue. Gonna make you feel amazing. Gonna impale you on my cock until Daddy stuffs you full of his cum." You moan, relishing in the feeling of his skin on yours.

"Can you get on all fours for me, Baby?" Daddy's voice is a purr as he manhandles you onto the bed. His mouth is hot even as he sucks hickies over you bare back before he plunges his cock into your waiting hole. You can feel every inch of his length as it drives you wild, fucking into you until each sharp thrust sings through your veins.

"D-daddy!" Your skin is so sensitive that you feel spread thin and achingly horny. Your cunt aches, wanting to cum desperately. It doesn't feel at all like you just came minutes before. You feel like you need to cum like you need to breathe.

Your skin feels overly tight and you're so overcome that you're like a ragdoll in Jake's arms. "Please let me cum. Please! PLEASE!"

Daddy just won't let you cum, content to fuck into your sopping cunt until you're completely cock dumb. Your cunt is swollen around his length, your walls fluttering involuntarily at each thrust.

"D-DADDY!" You cum with a scream, your back arched as Jake tweaks your peaked nipples. Your orgasm sets Jake off on his own, his seed gushing hot as it fills your puffy cunt.

Jake carefully peppers kisses across your shoulders as he rearranges you to your side.

"Baby." His kisses are soft as he nuzzles over your skin.

"J-Jakey!" You turn over, whining as Jake's cock slips out of you. You're panting, even as exhaustion drips hypnotically through your veins.

"God I love you, baby." Jake sounds so fond of you, so in love with you as he slides his cock back into your sloppy hole.

You pepper wet kisses across his chest before nuzzling in closer. "Gonna make you a Daddy before long, Jakey. I love you."

His smile is the last thing you see before your eyes slip closed, content to enjoy a midday nap to the feeling of your husband's wedding band sliding over your skin.

Taglist:

@desert-fern 🥰 @mayhemmanaged 🥰 @cassiemitchell 🥰 @thedroneranger 🥰 @cherrycola27 🥰 @roosterforme 🥰 @dakotakazansky 🥰 @bobby-r2d2-floyd 🥰 @sarahsmi13s 🥰 @lovinglyeternal 🥰 @lovingbradshawafterdark 🥰 @mamaskillerqueen 🥰 @chaoticassidy 🥰 @kmc1989 🥰

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[rabiesofficial]

I am not joking when I say get a life insurance policy on jakey because when my death rays get to him oooh boy.

[jakeyzzz]

falling like the stars

( fluff!!!! ) jake x f!reader oneshot

masterlist 💌

⚠️🌿 warnings - ( jake's first kiss, best friends to lovers trope, kissing, i don't even know just a lot of fluff!!! , nicknames like angel and princess! , confessions) - ⚠️🌿

!!! please let me know if I missed anything 💌

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice 💌

💌🌿 1.3k words 💌🌿

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What if we fall, Jakey ?'' Jake's Garden was filled with the Sound of your Laughter, as you both cuddled up in a Hammock that was located under a beautifully decorated Tree. ,,We won't .. c'mere'' Jake said as he carefully threw a soft Blanket over the both of you, before gently pulling you closer into his Arms. ,,This is nice...'' You murmured quietly, making Jake smile softly. He gently started playing with your Hands, as you watched the Stars quietly.

,,The Sky looks so beautiful .. Look at the Moon !'' You said, pointing at it. Jake giggled. ,,It's beautiful isn't it ?'' He mumbled softly, taking your Hand into his. You shyly nodded your Head, making him smile even harder than before. Jake couldn't help but stare at you. The Way your Eyes sparkled as you looked at the Sky in awe made his Heart beat at least Ten Times faster. He really couldn't control his Feelings anymore.

,,Can I ask you something ?'' He whispered, breaking the comfortable Silence. ,,Sure, go ahead'' You said, smiling at him. ,,How does being in love feel like ?'' You chuckled at his Question as you softly started caressing his exposed Arm. ,,Love is the most beautiful Feeling in the entire World. I love being in love .. even though it can be a bit scary sometimes. When you're in love with someone, you wanna be with them all the Time. You just wanna hold and kiss them forever. And when you kiss them it's like .. Fireworks. Kissing the Person you love is magical. This is probably a very unwanted Confession but I love kissing a lot.'' Jake giggled at your Words, making you laugh quietly.

,,Can I confess something ?'' You gently nodded your Head, as Jake cleared his Throat. ,,I've never kissed anyone.''  Your Eyes immediately widened. You stared at him in Silence and all of a sudden the only Thing that could be heard was the soft Music playing in the Background. You were in absolute disbelief.

Jake laughed at your shocked Expression. ,,Is something wrong ?'' He mumbled. You quickly shook your Head. ,,N- No absolutely not. It was just .. pretty unexpected.'' Jake chuckled. ,,How ?'' He asked curiously, looking at you with a cheeky smile. You sighed deeply as you shrugged your Shoulders, not really knowing how to answer his Question.

Jake gently started caressing your Hand with his Thumb, as you got lost in your Thoughts for a few Seconds. ,,Well you know, you're a pretty loving Person ... i would've never thought that you never kissed anyone. Didn't you have a Girlfriend before we met ?!'' Jake burst into a fit of giggles, leaving a confused look on your Face. ,,Yeah .. that was in primary school , Y/N'' He mumbled, making you Gasp loudly. You playfully hit his Arm, before Jake pulled you even closer to his Body. Your Face was now only an inch away from his. ,,I'd love to know what it feels like...'' You raised your Eyebrow at Jake's Words. ,,What are you talking about, Jake ?'' Jake smiled shyly as he looked at your intertwined Hands. ,,..Kissing?'' He mumbled, trying not to get too shy in front of you. You giggled softly. ,,Don't you wanna have your first Kiss with someone you love ?'' You whispered.

Jake quickly pressed his Lips together, right before his Mouth could curve into a Smile. You could clearly see his Pupils dilate as he looked at you, making your Heart skip a Beat. ,,I wouldn't mind having my first Kiss with you...'' Jake mumbled quietly, as he carefully tucked a silky Strand of Hair behind your Hair. You nervously bit your Lip as you stared into his Eyes. ,,But you don't love me..'' Jake softly shook his Head. ,,I never said that'' He confessed, making you raise an Eyebrow in Surprise. ,,What do you mean ?'' You were so confused.

Jake quickly took a Glimpse at your Lips, before looking right into your Eyes again. ,,I actually do love you a lot, Y/N.'' You and Jake always knew you were more than Best Friends .. but you were both too shy to admit it. You both knew exactly that every single Touch meant something .. and you couldn't get enough of each other. You were in love. In conclusion, Jake knew exactly what being in love feels like .. he just liked hearing you talk about it.

However, your Eyes never left Jake's. His sudden Confession made you want to kiss the heck out of him. ,,I love you so much more.'' You suddenly spat out. Jake was fighting back Tears. For a few Seconds he was scared you would reject him for some stupid Reason. ,,Can I kiss you ?''  You slowly nodded your Head as you giggled softly, trying not to cry out of pure Happiness. And only a Moment later, you felt his Lips moving on yours.

The Kiss was the Definition of gentle. Jake made you feel just right. You could feel his Fingers trailing down your Back as he kissed you softly but full of passion. He gently caressed your Cheeks, as you deepened the Kiss even more if that was even possible. This Moment was so much more than perfect. The Moon, the Stars, the soft Music in the Background and Jake's Touch made you feel Things you've never felt before. You've never felt happier. Jake took his sweet Time kissing you .. and it felt heavenly. You never wanted this Moment to end. You placed one last long, gentle Kiss on his Lips before eventually pulling away, looking at Jake with sparkling Eyes.

Jake placed a last quick Kiss on the Tip of your Nose, before hiding his Face in the Crook of your Neck. He quickly intertwined your Hands again, before bringing them up to his Lips so he could place a quick Kiss on the Back of your Hand. You just laid in Silence for a few Minutes, listening to each other's Heartbeats as Jake gently caressed your Hand with his Thumb.

You smiled happily. ,,Wanna know something silly ?'' You mumbled as you chuckled quietly. Jake nodded his Head slightly, as you felt him grin against your Neck. ,,I told the Stars about you..''  You admitted. Jake looked up at you with a soft smirk on his Face. ,,What did you tell them, Angel ?'' You placed a quick Kiss on his Forehead. ,,I told them how much you mean to me and how much love I have for you.. '' You whispered, Lips still close to his Forehead.

Jake pulled you towards him one more Time, to give you another deep and meaningful Kiss. You felt so incredibly loved by him. ,,You were so right about the Fireworks by the Way...'' You giggled at Jake's Words, making him laugh along with you almost immediately. ,,I'm in love with you'' He confessed, before carefully resting his Forehead on yours. ,,I'm in love with you too, Jakey'' You both closed your Eyes in Comfort, as you enjoyed being in each other's Arms. Each other's Presence was the only Thing you needed.

,,...Jake ?'' You murmured. Jake hummed softly, making you chuckle. ,,My Back hurts .. can we go back to your Room ?'' Jake laughed at your Request, as he nodded his Head. He softly pecked your Lips, before getting up to pick you up bridal Style. ,,Of course ... anything for my Princess''  

[an4mations]

Intro Post!

Hello hello! You can call me Anne [she/her]. I'm a young artist, aspiring to become a full-time (or at least part-time) animator/illustrator. Currently working on my AUs (fics and art likewise).

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Bloodied Fantasies (FNAF DCA)

CorruptTale (Undertale)

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ReaderTale (Undertale)

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I use Ibis Paint on my Android tablet!

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For sketching and lineart, I use the Mechanical pencil #1. For colouring, I use the Soft Felt tip pen.

★ When and how did you start drawing?

From around 2020-21. My pops introduced me to BNHA, and I've been a fan ever since. I started drawing the cast of BNHA, and also designed my sona in their universe! I perfected my skills over the years, and that is how I am the artist you know today. And yes, I'm self taught. It's amazing how much you can learn on your own with the internet.

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Artists:-

Mr. Horikoshi Kohei [who inspired me to draw]

Vivienne (Vivziepop) [moderate influence on my art style]

Jakei [major influence on my art style]

and a lot of the people I follow ^^

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Nyx The Shield Official

xXtha (also an artist)

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CG5

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Silva Hound

Siwel

The Living Tombstone

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[alldancersaretalented]

Some soloists to watch this weekend:

**Means that the dancers has made the Top 25/Top 30 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

*Means that the dancer has made the Top 10/Top 15 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

°°Means that the dancer has made the Top 3/Top 6 at Radix/TDA either this year or last year

°Means that the dancer has won a title at Radix/TDA

JUMP Ft. Lauderdale

Dance Town:

Belle Marie Arauz (Mini), #14*

Mikaela Florez (Mini), #36

Kaitlyn Santos (Senior), #104*

Dance Unlimited

Amaya Rodriguez (Mini), #10**

Ella Venerio (Mini), #47**

Rylie Bordon (Junior), #59*

Evolve Dance Complex

Adelia Eliseo (Mini), #46

Mya Lanigan (Junior), #89°

Sam Evans (Senior), #111*

JBP Entertainment

Georgia Beth Peters (Teen), #152°°

Miami Dance Company

Emily Pina (Mini), #4

Camilla Carmona (Junior), #54*

Stars Dance Studio

Zoey Martinez (Mini), #13

Amabella Tarrago (Junior), #55*

Anita Rodriguez (Junior), #63°°

Dylan Custodio (Junior), #73°

Alyson Merino (Junior), #83.a

Sophie Garcia (Senior), #98°°

Hugo Silva (Senior), #106*

Bella Ray D'Armas (Teen), #174°°

Kylee Casares (Teen), #203°

The NINE Dance Academy

Sienna DiPietro (Mini), #39*

Vlad's

Jayden Lau (Senior), #106.a*

Angel DiMartino Palladino (Senior), #114.a*

Nuvo Meadowlands

Canadian Dance Company

Cydnee Abbott (Junior), #134

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Vivienne Mitchell (Teen), #50*

Stella Brinkerhoff (Mini), #93* (Showcase)

Club Dance Studio

Sylvie Szyndlar (Mini), #95°° (Showcase)

Evolve Dance Complex

Onna Williams (Teen), #12

Zoey Williams (Junior), #105

Hunterdon Hills Ballet

Elliana Quiner (Teen), #5.a

Rachel Quiner (Senior), #167°°

Joffrey Ballet School

Jakey McCullough (Teen), #1

New Level Dance Company

Reese Braga (Mini), #89

Emma Bassel (Junior), #117**

Project 21

Bristyn Scrifres (Junior), #112*

Berkeley Scifres (Junior), #126**

Stars Dance Company

Elie Rabin (Teen), #4

The Vision Dance Alliance

Julia Amato (Teen), #31

Caitlyn Polis (Teen), #53

Kennedy Anderson (Junior), #110**

Emily Polis (Junior), #129°°

Madison Polis (Senior), #174

Westside Dance Project

Izzy Howard (Senior), #168°°

West Florida Dance Company

Macey Strickland (Mini), #77

Ella Dobler (Junior), #130**

[nnato]

Sacha/Jake + 21 👉👈

21. “Not exactly what I expected.”

Jake stands in the doorway to the bedroom, rooted to the spot by the scene that’s in front of him. Sacha is standing in the middle of the room, showing off his best sunshine smile. He’s wearing a pair of dungarees but no top, and there are paint splatters on his arms and clothes, even in his hair.

“Jakey! That was fast,” Sacha says. He makes a big step over a paint bucket, almost slipping on the plastic tarp that’s laid out all over the floor. He stops in front of Jake, getting on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Jake’s lips. The Brit is still too stunned to react much to it.

“What’s wrong? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Yeah, well obviously not. But mate, that’s not…”

“Not what?”

“Not exactly what I expected. You know, when you texted me if I wanted to do dirty things in the bedroom with you,” Jake says. There’s a mischievous glint in Sacha’s eyes at that and Jake gets the feeling the wording of the message was on purpose.

“I figured you would take way longer to get here if I asked if you wanted to paint the bedroom with me.” Sacha turns around and picks up one of the unused brushes.

“C’mon, I’ve already started but if we’re fast enough we can also paint the gaming room. I haven’t cleared out the gaming room yet but I’m sure it’s done fast with four hands.” Sacha holds out the paint brush and Jake takes it, sighing. It takes a second for the words to sink in.

“Wait, the gaming room too?!”

“Yes! It’s gonna be so much fun. I’ve painted my friend’s place with him back home and honestly? Most fun I’ve had in a while.”

Without much talking, Sacha grabs his own brush again, a bigger roll he dips into the dark blue paint. Jake watches his boyfriend for a moment before, how he hums the tune to a song that seems to be stuck in his head while he spreads the paint over the wall. And while he came to Sacha’s place with a different expectation, he doesn’t mind the change of plans much. Jake kicks his shoes off and pulls off his socks, throwing them into the hallway before he goes for the paint. The things he does for his little ray of sunshine.

[aceofspadesblog]

Jumping Off the Pedestal

Dream, Nightmare, and Dreamtale belong to Jokublog Cross belongs to Jakei Ink belongs to Comyet Shattered!Dream belongs to shattereddreamsau

Dream doesn’t know what to do. 

He tries to be happy, he tries to be optimistic. That’s his job, for Heaven’s sake! But lately, its been harder to maintain the façade. 

Maybe its because Ink has gotten distracted again. Maybe its because Blue has been busier than usual. Or maybe its because Cross had decided that his life with Nightmare was more important than being with Dream.

No, he wouldn’t think of that. It still hurt too much. And the multiverse didn’t want to see him hurting.

Sometimes it felt like his emotions didn’t matter.

They didn’t care. 

Ink just wanted a teammate, someone by his side to help stand against destruction. And since Nightmare and Error were working together, it only made sense for Dream and Ink to team up as well. Blue just wanted a happy-go-lucky friend to galavant around the multiverse with, playing hero. He was either too oblivious to notice Dream’s inner turmoils, or he didn’t care enough to ask. And Cross... well, Cross had made his choice, and Dream clearly wasn’t the priority.

Not that he needed to be the most important person to everyone, but... 

...he wanted to be the most important person to someone...

Sometimes, he felt like there was a spotlight on him all the time. Everyone was looking to him to be good, happy, hopeful, positive. He couldn’t show a shred of imperfection. He couldn’t show an ounce of weakness. 

And sometimes... sometimes it felt like he was invisible in the worst of ways. He was just a happy expression. A team mascot. His emotions didn’t matter, his thoughts weren’t important, his inner demons didn’t exist. Everyone just wanted the smiling face. They didn’t want to know about the person hiding beneath the mask.

The multiverse adored him. They worshipped him. It seemed like bragging to admit it, and he felt like a spoiled brat to complain about it, but he hated there praise. 

They didn’t really care about Dream. They just cared about the perfect guardian of positivity. there personal ray of sunshine. They’d shoved him up onto a pedestal, and now he was stuck alone at the top with no idea how to climb down. 

Was it too late to climb down? 

...he didn’t know how to tell them. How to describe this alienating feeling in his chest. The pressure to be perfect all the time, combined with the anxiety of knowing he wasn’t. He didn’t know how to tell them that they were making it worse, with there high expectations and dismissals of his problems. Any ideas he could think to explain sounded too accusatory, and he didn’t want to blame them. He just wanted them to understand...

Nightmare... Nighty had understood him. Back when his bones were white and eyelights purple. When the only thing they were fighting for was an apple tree. Times were so much simpler back then.

But then, even the villagers had been using him for there own gain. They’d wanted a servant to do there chores, a supplier for the golden apples. They didn’t like Dream for being himself, they liked him for what he stood for. What they could gain from him. And they’d hated Night for the same reason.

Sometimes, Dream finds himself wondering what life would be like if the whole apple incident had never happened. What if he had seen through the village’s lies and sided with his brother? Would they still be happy? Or would the villagers have turned on them both? Either way, at least they’d be together...

Was it bad to wish for his brother’s pain if it meant they were still together? To wish for his own? He’d rather be tortured with company than neglected alone...

Dream was... conflicted. Feeling nostalgic, he had returned to his home. It looked nothing like what he remembered - the landscape dark and barren, the village rotting and abandoned - but the most important piece was still there, nothing more than a lonely stump in the ground. 

It felt relieving, to finally let all of those feelings out, to cry talk to his Mother for the first time in years. But he didn’t feel any more understood. The stump couldn’t speak or comprehend what he was saying. Not anymore. 

Yet as he stood there, sobbing, pacing, ranting; something caught his eye. Perhaps Mother had left him a final gift... It sat there, innocently on the ground, half-hidden by long-dead weeds. Startled, Dream had snatched it up, but the color hadn’t changed, the color should have changed, why hadn’t it changed? and quickly fled back home.

Now, the dark fruit sat on the desk in his room. Dangerously close. Tantalizingly far. 

Dream was conflicted. He was... feeling things. Having ideas that he wasn’t entirely sure were safe. He’d confide in a friend, but who was there to tell? Ink wouldn’t remember, Blue wouldn’t understand, and Cross wasn’t here.

...

...

...

Cross wasn’t here... He...

Cross was...

Cross was living with Dream’s brother. 

Hidden away in the castle, in a world full of negativity, a world out of the guardian’s reach. The soldier had claimed that Nightmare wasn’t as cruel and uncaring as he seemed, that he had a soft side for his subordinates. A side that he never showed around Dream.

Once, Night would have. Once, Dream had been able to see past all those walls his brother had built around himself, past the aloof exterior to the kind monster underneath. But one day, those walls were suddenly too thick for Dream to break through. He didn’t know what had happened. They’d been so close... Where had his brother gone?

...was it because they were on opposing sides of the balance? Was that the problem? If... if they were on the same side for once, would that fix the rift between them? Or was it too late? Of course it was too late. He was always too late.

Nighty had understood Dream in a way no one else ever had, even though Dream had never been able to return the favor. He’d loved his brother, he’d known that his twin wasn’t evil like everyone else believed, but Dream had never been able to get inside Night’s head. Not the way Night could slip into his own. But now... now Dream was beginning to understand the most drastic decision his brother had ever made. He wasn’t sure if that thought was comforting or terrifying.

...he wasn’t sure if he cared.

The apple seemed to call to him in haunting whispers. It wanted him to take a bite. Just one. That’s all it would take to change the balance and reunite with his twin. All of his problems, all of the stress, gone in an instant. He just had to be brave enough to make the choice. 

...

...he couldn’t. Not yet. What would happen to the balance if there were no guardian of positivity? He couldn’t do that to the multiverse...

...

...but as the weeks wore on, and the pressure continued to build... the apple started to look more and more appealing...

He continued to resist, but that didn’t make anything better... His brother still hated him, and Nightmare was sure to throw that fact in his face every time they crossed paths. Ink and Blue were just as distant... He wasn’t sure how many more vacant, happy conversations he could fake... and they never, never caught on. 

Surely there were some cracks in his mask, right? There had to be some clue that his friends should be able to see...

...maybe they weren’t looking. Maybe no one was.

It was so lonely. So isolating. To be shoved atop a pedestal with nowhere to turn... his options were to stand in place and watch the gap grow, or take a step off and fall to his demise... Demise? Would it really be so bad as long as he was free from all the pressure?

The apple was still in his room... 

Would it be better to breathe at rock bottom or suffocate at the top?

He... he couldn’t do it. At least, not alone... he didn’t know why. Maybe he was just too weak, he couldn’t even make this decision by himself, but... he couldn’t stay here either... He was so pathetic. It was clear what needed done, why couldn’t he just work up the courage to do it? Nighty had been able to...

Maybe that was why he’d reached out to his brother, asked him to meet at the place of there birth, the place where it all began. He honestly hadn’t expected the other to come, but he had. Alone, too. He probably didn’t consider Dream enough of a threat to warrant taking any precautions. Which was fair. Dream didn’t consider himself capable of being a threat either.

Nightmare had started out so smug, asking Dream what he’d wanted, assuming Dream had some pathetic new plan to defeat him. He’d seemed surprised at the apple, but why would he be threatened? This would bring Dream up to two, versus his over nine hundred. There was no competition. There had never been any competition. Dream had always been the weaker twin.

It barely seemed to catch his brother’s notice that the apple was black instead of gold. That should’ve been the first red flag. Why did no one ever notice? Apparently even Nightmare saw Dream as nothing more than a silly, smiling face. He hadn’t used to. Back when his twin would comfort him over silly fears like thunderstorms. Back when his negative emotions had actually been silly...

...maybe he’d been nothing but a joke since the beginning.

He’d tried to talk to Night, but his twin wasn’t listening. Nightmare thought this was just some cheap trick to get him to turn sides. All Dream was good for were annoying, cheap tricks. But Dream wasn’t bluffing. 

The dark guardian seemed to catch on when Dream raised the apple to his teeth. His twin had tried to stop him, but Nightmare wasn’t fast enough. Nighty’s turn to be the brother who realized too late.

Dream could feel the negativity filling him, changing him, becoming him... His chest hurt. It felt like acid seeping into his soul. The last golden apple dying to the corruption. It was so... painful... but it was worth it, right? Now, they could be together, on the same side of the balance for once. Maybe his brother would finally be happy. Maybe he would finally want Dream.

Nightmare broke down, begged him to stop; this wasn’t Dream, it wasn’t what he wanted, he had to turn back. It was too late to turn back, couldn’t he see? His brother tried all of the same arguments Dream had been using for years. Now he could see how stupid they were, how stupid he had been. They hadn’t worked on Nightmare, and they wouldn’t work on him, either. 

He could hear the whispers in his skull, the negativity urging him to darker and darker places... He found himself inclined to follow along. After all, if he was going to shatter his old image, why stop here? 

He’d gone to some random AU to give his new abilities a little test, see what he was capable of. The residents had been afraid, but that didn’t weaken Dream anymore. There screams sounded like music. It was thrilling, to see the power he could wield with negativity under his command.

The remaining Stars had shown up to stop him, assuming Nightmare was attacking another defenseless AU. After all, why would perfect, happy Dream do something so awful? Ink hadn’t recognized him; Blue had been confused. They thought this was a phase they could reverse, that there was some sort of cure that could bring Dream back.

Things had gotten interesting when Nightmare’s gang also showed up to stop him. It seemed he and his brother were working toward a full role reversal. How ironic. Cross knew enough about the apples to realize what had happened, and he’d been horrified. Good. At least he’d recognized that there was no going back.

The new limbs protruded uncomfortably, but Dream was learning to control them. How convenient, to always have four weapons on hand. With the two teams combined, he didn’t stand a chance, but he still left chaos in his wake.

And anyways, it was only the first attempt. There would always be another world to wreck. It was... intriguing. Amusing? To see his foolish friends fumbling and frightened, there emotions only making him more powerful. Hoping that if they could only rationalize well enough, there sweet little guardian might just return.

As he continued to wreak havoc on those peaceful little universes, he could see his former friends’ hope waver, then slowly begin to fade. The strained, misplaced belief exchanged for guarded caution. They were starting to understand how irreversible the transformation was, that there smiling face was truly and permanently gone. As good as dead.

It was fun to watch the pedestal fall.

[pixiebane14]

It's weird how underappreciated holt's hand gestures are

[the-red-rainy-perytons]

One of my favorite shows, nay, my FAVORITE show is having its last season this year! :(((((( Someone come erase my mind so I can watch it all over again for the first time.

Brooklyn Nine Nine, I barely knew ye… I absorbed pieces of the personalities of Rosa and Amy, if you ever wonder what I'm like. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO ENDDDD…logically I know everything ends eventually but *three hour cry break* and no I don't take criticism about the show. I will steal your elbows.