#dirkjake fanfic

[aporetic-elf]

Another update!! Hope you guys like this one <3

[soudakuwunmoment]

DirkJake Dreamworld [NSFW]

I wrote this instead of sleeping lol Uh, so yeah! DirkJake NSFW! Hope you enjoy:)

"Golly gosh, another long day!" he huffed with a satisfied tune. "That robot sure takes a lot out of a fella, I'll say!"

Jake pulls on his pajama pants, becoming damp from the shower water still dripping from his hair. A quick shake and water sprays everywhere, he laughs lightly to himself.

"I've been in an awfully good mood today, I wonder why that is? No matter, tomorrow is another day of adventures, better rest up!"

Jake didn't realize quite how fatigued he was until his sore bones hit the soft sheets and his eyelids suddenly dropped. He was so tired, yet his good mood only hummed stronger. A feeling most euphoria-like, he couldn't help his grin as he drifted to sleep.

A gentle breeze. From where? Jakes room doesn't have any windows. The presence of another person makes itself apparent, and his eyes shoot open in alarm, ready to fight, but he only manages a squeak at what he sees not 5 inches from his face.

"D..Dirk..?" Could it be? ..What was he wearing? Where was this? Jake was dreaming, right? Why was Dirk in his dreams, and why did he seem so.. real?

A warm breath tickled his face. This is the real deal, alright.

"I-I have.. so many questions!"

No response. Dirk seemed to be lost in thought, his emotions naturally unreadable, even now in person. Jake gave him a nervous tilt of the head, then glanced around to better take in his surroundings.

A simple bed in a room with a globe for walls and a roof. Almost no furniture, yet it still felt eerily similar to his own room. The edges were dark and foreboding, except for one area of the room, brightly lit by a singular window, letting in a dazzling yellow light from outside that made his eyes squint and cast a glittering sparkle on the floor.

No time for that! Although, time seemed to have stopped. Dirk continued to just stare, mouth hanging open just slightly as though in awe or shock. Jakes hand touched Dirks cheek gently before he had even realized he moved it, bringing a sudden flush to his cheeks.

'Naughty hand! It's no good to go caressing the cheek of my good pal the first time we meet!'

He quickly tries to pull his hand away but just as swiftly he is held in place by a surprisingly warm and soft hand. Is he getting closer? Oh boy.

Dirk drags in a sharp breath,

"Jake," fuck his voice is so smooth, what is even happening? "Jake, I.."

Jake shifted to sit up but was pushed back down with Dirks free hand, a bit more roughly than he would have expected. Jake could have sworn he saw Dirks face heat up slightly.

"Hey, I'm so happy to see you, pal! But, uh, what's going on..? Where are we? I'm all kinds of befuddled!" Jake smiled nervously and attempted to sit up again. Dirks grip didn't give in the slightest. Jake felt a jump in his gut at that, ‘but why?’ Jake frowned. "Di-"

He was cut off by lips on his. His breath hitched and every thought in his brain screeched to a grinding halt. He waited for the kiss to break so he could ask Dirk what the hell he was thinking, but his chance didn't come. To his dismay, he finds himself returning the kiss, which he also did not remember giving his body the permission to do.

A tongue presses against his lips, not a moment later it's inside them. Jake panics again, realizing he doesn't have control over his body, and he feels the vibration of a moan. He doesn't know whose it was, but likely it was Dirk who was turned on to all hell by how eagerly Jake had accepted him.

Finally, the kiss breaks for a breath of air.

"Dirk-!"

"Jake! Shh!!" Dirk sounded annoyed, Jake felt a sting in his chest.

"B-but-"

Dirk leaned in closer, mouth right next to Jakes ear, causing him to shudder. Then, in a low, urgent voice;

"Jake, we don't have forever, alright?"

It was a lie. Not fully, as they would indeed wake up at any time. But now that Jakes dreamself was awake, they could meet every night if they wanted to. Jake didn't know that yet. He simply nodded, getting the point, and the kiss resumed with more urgency, Dirks hands pushing up the inside of Jakes pajama shirt.

This wasn't how he thought his first time meeting his best chum would be. But.. if this was the only time they would get to see each other, he would admit that he would probably rather be doing this than learning about all the details; those could wait for the waking world. It's not like he had much of a choice anyways, as his body continued to move without his permission, doing things far more daring than he would ever do consciously.

Dirk grunted at the feeling of his pants being tugged down an inch. In an instant, he reached down and pulled them off entirely on his own, uncannily floating above the bed to do so before dropping back down. A small startled gasp came from Jake before he was cut off by yet another kiss.

Jakes pants were next, then his shirt. He whined and Dirk removed his own as well.

Then for a moment, all they did was stare at each other, pupils dilated with lust and love, feelings neither knew the other had. Everything was moving so fast, but for some reason it felt okay if it was him.

Another kiss, a palm pressing down on sensitive skin, muffled and desperate moans before they had even really done anything of significance.

"Fuck, Jake. You have no idea how long I've waited" he panted out between kisses and whimpers.

"F-For wha- mff!" His mouth was suddenly filled with 2 long fingers. His ears burned hot.

"You don't need to understand. Just know this has been a long time coming. Suck." The latter half of the sentence seemed to come out more as a growl. Jake obeyed and eagerly licked the fingers and covered them in saliva, his brain not quite processing why Dirk would need slicked up fingers.

As Dirk waited, he impatiently rutted his hips against Jakes, causing a pleased drawn out groan from both of them. The dry humping continued, cocks only separated by two layers of thin cloth.

Jake once again tugged down at the last obstacle between them, bringing a smug grin to Dirks face which did not help the fire in his cheeks. In a blink, they were completely stripped. Neither bothered to look down, they were content staring into each others eyes. Say, when did dirk remove his glasses? His eyes are such a vibrant orange, it made Jakes heart swell.

However, his heart wasn't his only swelled organ, and Dirk intended to see to that. He removed his fingers from Jakes mouth, scissoring them in the air to test just how wet they were. Drops of saliva trailed in drops down Dirks arm, sending shivers up his spine. Yup, that'll do, Jake. That'll do.

Just now it seems to have dawned on Jake the purpose that his spit would serve. Humiliation spread through his body like a wildfire, but Dirk just initiated another kiss and pressed a finger against Jakes entrance. Jake shuddered and moaned into the kiss at the sudden coldness against such a sensitive spot. His stomach muscles twitched as he felt Dirks dick press against it, twitching a bit itself. He broke away from the kiss and shoved his face against Dirks shoulder, letting out a pitiful moan and showering his neck with kisses and soft nips. Dirk sighed and rutted up against Jakes stomach a bit, pressing his first finger into Jake with surprising ease.

"Ah, J-Jake, have you, nh.. do you..?"

No asshole could be this loose untouched. Dirk experimentally pushed the second in already. The muscle clenched around him, and he heard a whimper from Jake signaling that this was enough to hurt. He stopped, slowing his soft thrusting to a stop also so as to not accidentally hurt him. 

A moment passed, then a shaky breath, then Jake attempted to push himself down on Dirks hand. A really fucking sexy way to signal he wants more, and who is Dirk to refuse?

A third finger. Jake hissed through clenched teeth and Dirk pulled back to kiss him again, doing everything in his power to distract him from the pain.

Eventually, Dirk could move his fingers. He heard a soft moan and began searching for a specific spot, continuing to pepper Jakes entire face with kisses.

"Fu-uck, Dirk--! Ah! Ah, Dirk, right there!"

Found it.

Dirk memorized the spot, and pushed against it a couple more times before stopping, pulling his fingers out and looking down. Neither of them would last much longer. Dreamselves were strangely sensitive, it seems.

Dirk came back from his thoughts and looked back up at a whimpering and pouting Jake. He couldn't help but smile.

"Don't you want something better?" His voice was so low it almost hurt his throat. But it was worth it to see that Jakes face could in fact become a deeper shade of red, contrary to popular belief. He didn't need an answer though, as if the actual forest fire on Jakes face wasn't enough of one already. He was already pressing the tip gently against the already slicked hole.

Jakes mouth was once again busied with passionate and loving kisses while his mind strained from burning pain. Compared to before though, it did not last long. Three fingers seemed to be the perfect amount of preparation. Just as he managed to catch his breath again, a completely different feeling flooded his nerves. Pure pleasure. Dirk was already nailing Jakes prostate repeatedly with pinpoint accuracy. Any pain from the speed was swallowed whole by such a shocking amount of pleasure that all of Jakes muscles locked up and his eyes rolled back instantly, mouth open in a silent scream. His whole body trembled, schlong especially. This was so unfair. He wanted to enjoy it, but now he was just moments away from his limit. A brief stop,

"Sorry, Jake. At that rate I was going to finish first."

Then the movements continued, only faster, and Jake gasped breathlessly at what Dirk said, and at the desperate breathing he now noticed against his ear. It was just too much, so much, it was perfect, oh god,

Jake shot up from his sleeping position, panting, out of breath, the brunt of his orgasm spilling to wet his pants. He grunted and gripped the sheets, unable to help but flop back down, arch his back and grip his still clothed dick as he rode out the climax.

"Fuck! Agh, Dirk! What the hell!" The sounds of panting and gasping filled the room, then,

Silence. It was morning. Jake came to terms with the fact his heart rate wasn't going to slow down anytime soon. He laid for a few minutes until he could at least breathe properly, then sat up again. He glanced over at his phone. The screen was lit up with a message.

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

TT: Have fun? That's a rhetorical question. I know you did. Congrats on waking up, let's do that again tonight.

[dungeonsngeese]

posted my dirkjake Rose Bride au a few weeks ago if that very specific intersection happens to appeal to y’all’s interests <3

[aepples]

hes literally me(both of them)

[w0rm-3nthus14st]

yo so i did it first chapter of historically inaccurate goofy wild west au is up!! itll have dirkjake, rosemary, and davekat in it no clue how long its going to be but honestly?? too long for what this premise is. put more into this than this silly premise has any right to have, i hope you find it as enjoyable as i do

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Dave gets transported into an alternate universe after the game where all the Beta kids’ guardians are there as the Alpha kids. So Dave’s Bro is Dirk, and is like, not abusive and shit. Hard to explain.

Author: @gothamcityneedsme

[bottlehawk]

JAKEHAL PLEASE

in canon this is incredibly toxic but i think you could twist this to become kismeses in a way. but this ship to me is the mcwexler breaking bad greek gladiators unrequited acerbic sasunaru hbo drama dirk THINKS he has going on with jake in his head. it's kind of like a weird variation of friends-to-homoerotic-enemies except the friendship is one-sided because the other doesn't even consider them as a real person and instead as the "inferior" version of who they actually want to talk to. resentment. bitterness. tragedy. longing. they're playing jigsaw level mindgames around each other. dark knight joker and batman style shit. jake's like breaking down doors trying to figure out how he's being manipulated this time while hal is being glados levels of passive-aggressive and putting all of his friends and himself through hell to try to make them happy knowing it's not going to happen back. it's miserable. it's french. it's yuri. here. i've linked a short visual presentation for you to watch that shows exactly what i'm talking about

[foolsdiamond]

Untitled DirkJake AU Vaguely Inspired By Castlevania

chapter 1: Entering the castle,exposition

Far off the paved path, in the foothills of the mountains, is the quaint little village of Lotak. Its townspeople serve the Lord of the castle nestled among the rocky slopes, with black granite slabs and slate tiles creating a dark, ominous silhouette. It is in this very village that wandering hero Jake English has just arrived, seeking information on the castle’s Prince to further his quest.

Jake English is a strapping young man, the kind of guy you’re proud to bring back home to your parents. He wears a thick, long leather coat with a furry ruff of animal hide around the collar. It hides the holsters for his set of twin flintlocks, along with the pouches he keeps stocked with basic provisions and supplies. He’s a vampire hunter, a title inherited from his grandmother and earned from his experience. The rumor mill around Lotak has brought him here to investigate the Prince lording over from the castle on the hill.

The village is bustling at the brink of dusk, with the orange sunset spreading shadows from building to building. Jake tries to tune the background noise out; filtering the useless dribble from actual beneficial tidbit using his own personal metric (a process that might today be referred to as Attention Deficit Disorder). He decides to make his way to the marketplace first, where he's more likely to encounter some better candidates for questioning. This isn't his first rodeo, nor his first vampire slaying, by a long shot.

"Good day, good sir!” Jake starts, leaning an elbow on the wooden counter covered with exotic jewels and stolen daggers. He cuts the merchant off of his introduction to offer his own. "You see, I am under the impression this town is suffering from a curse, something of the rather dark variety. As a specialist, you may very well recognize the family name English, we're professionals at this sort of curse removal, anyway as a specialist, I was hoping to sell my sword as it were."

The merchant keeps a cold glare on Jake, only broken when the self-proclaimed professional accidentally nudges the goods with his elbow. “You. You're a vampire slayer?" he asks, frowning.

English pulls his arm off of the counter and puffs up his chest. He whips his coat aside, to reveal two holstered pistols at his hips. The whole gesture is significantly cooler in his mind than to anyone watching what looks like a foreigner harassing a knife merchant.

"Indeed I am, sir! From a family line, you see. It's not only in my blood, but also in my very training, you know!” Jake puts one hand on his hip, and rests the other palm flat on the counter, rattling the jewels.

“And… you're here to slay our vampire?” the merchant asks with a chilling drawl. Something shivers on the back of Jake's neck.

"Yes, that's exactly right my good sir. I'm here in the town seeking information, if you know anything about his powers or perhaps how many underlings he has?”

"Bold of you to strut in here and assume we wish our Lord dead,” he says plainly. "When our Lord Dirk Strider provides the town with protection, and his infamy brings about idiots like you to feed him.”

Jake rolls the next words on his tongue before spitting them out anyway. "He's a vampire, of course he's evil and requires slaying. You're either under his glamour or you're putting your own nefarious opinions above that of the rest of your townspeople!!”

"Leave, Mr. English,” the merchant retorts.

Jake turns around and storms off regardless. Mumbling under his breath about how he's probably a traveling merchant and doesn't even live here, he's so full of shit. He should have just gone to the tavern in the first place! English storms into the bar in a relatively sour state of mind, and quickly sucks his hurt feelings back down when everybody throws a glare his way. He makes his way meekly to the bartender, seats himself, and folds his arms on the table.

“Another adventurer, eh?" says the innkeep.

“Gung ho, good sir, am I that obvious?" Jake responds.

The bartender gestures around, and Jake obediently takes a gander.

“Notice something?"

“Is this to do with everyone being… well, rather pale actually?" Jake asks.

“More or less. This whole village is populated by the Lord Dirk Strider himself. You stick out like… an obvious metaphor.”

Now that it's been pointed out to him, realization slowly sets in. Jake recalls every face he's seen since he entered the village, and even the similar fashion to which they all talk.

"Everyone here is his children?” Jake asks. The innkeep doesn't even respond, simply stares at him until it sinks in. "Everyone here is his clone?!”

"Now you get it.”

"And this information isn't common knowledge? Even though farmers come in and out?”

"The only people who learn this tend to go straight for the dragon’s head. And every one of them has wound up dead,” the bartender says.

Jake slowly rises to his feet, with his stomach and his brain tumbling. He had every intent to rest and feed before heading in, but the anger is boiling up and drowning out his reason. An entire village of ghosts, puppeteered by the vampiric master Dirk Strider!

His name is nothing new; Jake arrived here on the wind of stories of Strider's cruelty. His love of games, trapping innocent people and torturing them before finally feeding on them in their last breaths. One of Jake’s dear friends and cousins, Jane, recounted his girlfriend’s grisly demise; she couldn't escape, it was only through her telepathy she was able to make her fate known. Jake English therefore had a mission twofold: to rid the world of this heinous monster, and subsequently erase all of the clones he's made; and to retrieve some momento of the departed Terezi to return to Jane.

His thoughts race, pounding in his head to the drum of his feet on the cobbles. The path from Lotak up to the castle gates is winding, snaking its way up the steep granite cliffs of the mountains. The English family name normally strikes a sense of fear into monsters and a sense of peace into the victims; even if he was the only English left still maintaining the family name and business, he usually relied on that high to get his spirits up and morals going. But an entire town filled with the Vampire Lord’s own dark underlings? He’d never heard of such a thing!

Jake ponders whether the townspeople are truly clones, or if perhaps they really are normal citizens trapped beneath a spell of which they would be unaware of. He definitely had more experience with the latter than the former, and while the comfort of knowledge lends itself to an easier job, English is the kind of man who cannot shy away from the thrill of a challenge.

Jake finds himself standing on the doorstep of evil, with a powerful sense of foreboding weighing heavily on his shoulders. He has no clue what he's getting himself into, but he’s anxious to begin regardless. He grips the handle to the door tightly, and retrieves one of his pistols before forcing it open and plunging into darkness.

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I swear I intended to post this unedited, but I kept going back and doing edits. I stopped myself though, because my dog wants my attention, and my secretary ( Ikea Blavingad ) can only keep her occupied for so long.

Anyway, enjoy. I'm on chapter 5 I think? Still all completely rough draft, obviously by me still nitpicking it. When I'm finally satisfied with a chapter, I intend to upload to AO3 (let's not discuss my record for actually finishing stories on there)

[4lph4kidz]

Hey! Do you want to read about Jake and Dirk having a terrible time exploring a dungeon in their godawful broken Void session? Do you want to see their relationship break down in real time? Do you want to see the context behind this art by my wonderful friend @mildlycuriousdragon ?

I don't know how you're supposed to promo a fic okay! Just please consider reading the thing I wrote!

[rychick]

what is goodie my gang i made a homestuck western au thats jake focused enjoy if you want ig (i will give you a big ol smooch if you read it and tell me what you think) https://archiveofourown.org/works/56465755

[ao3feed-dirkjake1]

by Sun_Moon_Stars98

Two years ago Bro decided to go to a BDSM dungeon in search for a master. After years of repressing his sexuality and fetishes, he had enough. He found solace in his Master. After finally accepting himself he slowly became a better guardian to his three little brothers.

What happens when he goes to drop Dave off at Jade’s house and his Master answers the door?

Words: 11159, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Homestuck

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Grandpa Harley | Beta Jake English, Dave Strider, Auto-Responder | Lil Hal, Roxy Lalonde, Rose Lalonde, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker, June Egbert, Jade Harley, Dirk Strider, Jake English

Relationships: Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider/Grandpa Harley | Beta Jake English, Jake English/Dirk Strider

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Sburb/Sgrub Sessions, Alternate Universe - Human, BDSM, Dom/sub, Sub Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, dom grandpa harley, Breathplay, Beating, Impact Play, Spanking, Safe Sane and Consensual, Contracts, Kink Negotiation, Masturbation, Marking, Exhibitionism, sexual fantasies, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dirk Strider and Dave's Bro Aren't the Same Person

[skips-is-asleep]

Hey!! I did an art trade with @polkasplotch ! I write and he draws! You should take a look at both of our halves :3

[caffinatedcrash]

Hi! I'm CaffinatedCrash

You can also call me Caffeine or Crash. I'm a dyslexic homestuck fanfic author (yes, in 2024) I'm 18 years old, unemployed, and an outright nerd.

Read my work here!

I write primarily DaveKat and EriSol, but I occasionally dip into DirkJake and found family things. Usually my works are romances, but I do write agere fics, comedies, and too much angst.

Have fun & enjoy your stay! :D

[dungeonsngeese]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jake English/Dirk Strider Characters: Jake English, Dirk Strider, Jane Crocker, Roxy Lalonde, probably some others later too Additional Tags: Inspired by Shoujo Kakumei Utena | Revolutionary Girl Utena, Rose Bride Jake English, Prince Dirk Strider, minor themes of gender exploration and breaking free of gender binary, eventual nonbinary jake english, Trans Dirk Strider, Nonbinary Roxy Lalonde, Unreliable Narrator, everyones an unreliable narrator here and i mean Everyone, also time is weird here, homoerotic mutual destruction, symbolic substance abuse and escapism, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, will probably be pretty tame the first chapter or two and then ramp up a la RGU Summary:

The Rose Bride and his Prince prepare for revolution.

Alt. description: Jake’s Hope maintained the narrative of Ohtori for years. Dirk takes issue with this.

I posted the first chapter of my revolutionary girl utena!dirkjake fic! the story will be following the homestuck alpha kids in a modified version of the utena setting. story will be heavily influenced by the themes in utena, but won’t follow the same storyline. this is my first fic of this length in a while so if you read it feel free to let me know what you think! :)

[aepples]

idk I just think this panel is incredibly funny lol

[w0rm-3nthus14st]

chapter 3 is up!! hope you all enjoy it!! vriska features kinda heavily in this one, so hopefully i did the spider8itch justice..

here, we see the troll encampment :)