#mechanic jacob

[earl-grey-crow]

okay lads what did we think of that

[mjfass]

The locker room when they ask “who here is part of at least one of the multiple MJF villain origin stories?

[saiiboat]

hope the followers like assassins creed. btw.

[outstanding-quotes]

Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

[bbqhooligan]

through all of it, after all of it, ill still be mulling over Bella Swan. unlike other parts of smeyers writing where the glaring issues take the front seat to parts that are well written or interesting, bella remains special to me. genuinely worlds most boring girl, meant to be a mormon self insert but her humanity fleshes out so nicely its hard not to think this is an interesting character who is stuck in a bad premise. i dont know if many fanfics have it in them to do her justice but i be Wondering.

[sweetberry-roebuck]

My oc Jacob and the two characters I wasn't aware of when I made him but who are suspiciously similar to him in different ways :-)

[gothamcityneedsme]

also. The start of the game forcing u into the genesis comic feels. Very silly. its a tonal jump from the death to like have sudden narration. It shouldve been framed differently idk. Or just. Not inserted into the story. Anyways.

Love the beginning of this game. Setup is so good. I love Jacob and Mirandas intros. Jacob as the one who tells you the truth, who has a moral compass vs Mirandas sole purpose and drive for two years being to bring you back to life regardless of her impression or opinion of you personally.

[reppyy]

[carewyncromwell]

“That rhythm of town starts calling me down... It's like a message from high above!”

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HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri​ // image inspiration from a scene in Disney’s The Princess and the Frog // original background photograph 

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Well now, who’s this dashing person? No way could this upstanding man ever be the type to ditch his comfortable position on the court of Spades and become a Joker -- right?

Hahaha, yeah, this is Jacob Cromwell, long before his Escape Artist days, back when he still happily worked for the infamous “Counselor,” the Jack of Spades, Duncan Ashe! Looks like he’s just about to head into work, getting off the trolley so he can walk the rest of the way through the capitol to see his OTL buddy, Ashe. Today he’s by himself and looking chipper, but trust me, on those days he could bring his little sister Carewyn with him into the capitol, you’d find Jacob in an even more cheerful mood. It was not uncommon back in those days for Jacob and Carewyn to end up entertaining the passengers of the trolley with their singing, since Jacob would be so thrilled to share his work with his sister and spend time with both her and Ashe, and Carewyn would just feed off of Jacob’s enthusiasm. ^.^

Music accompaniment while working on this piece included The Trolley Song from Meet Me in St. Louis, Merry-Go-Round of Life from Howl’s Moving Castle, We Built This City by Starship, Why Should I Worry? from Oliver and Company and Down in New Orleans from The Princess and the Frog. Jacob’s outfit, if colored, I see following Duncan’s color scheme quite a bit -- Jacob even has an ascot similar to his boss’s. You also may notice that if you count up all the spades in Jacob’s outfit -- including the fingerless Spade-themed gloves -- that he’s wearing exactly nine spades, which corresponds to the card I associate with him! 

Much love, all! Hope you have a magical day! ♠️

[veinereastath]

What colour does your oc/ship's love feel like?

I got tagged by wonderful @redreart​, thank you <3

Yep, that’s Vessa and Solas in a nutshell. though somehow Irina x John as well...

[theharrowharkening]

Jacob “Suds” Aaron 🤝 Nastya Rasputina

dating a form of transportation

[nerdblob]

[bookwyrminspiration]

SCREAMING. oh, you know, just been sitting in my room staring out the window as october, november, december, and january pass all at once and a camera revolves around me as all the evidence of my happiness and life fades away from my room until all the pictures of me and my friends on the wall are gone and you can't see any evidence of me living here

anyway I found these two motorcycles for free on the side of the road and you're a mechanic would you like to fix them up so me, the clumsiest person in forks washington, can learn to ride them in order to hallucinate my ex-boyfriend? when I crash and start bleeding from the head I'll just use your shirt as a bandage and we'll lie to my dad about it

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

the fact that the vampires sparkled in twilight wasn't actually a bad choice, y'all just hate teen girls

[beastblade69]

fucking switching my brain so that I would hit right buttons when I start playing ac after tlou is so fucking annoying. LIKE JOEL FUCKING SPRINTS WHEN I HOLD L1 AND JACOB USES THIS THINGIE OF HIS TO QUICKLY MOVE FROM ONE BUILDING TO ANOTHER (IDK HOW THAT SHIT'S CALLED, THAT GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A SAD HAMSTER MEME GAVE IT TO EVIE N JACOB IN THE BEGINNING OF THE MAIN PLOT) AND JACOB SPRINTS ON R2 WHILE JOEL FIRES TGE GUN WHEN YOU PRESS R2

[yunhoneii]

Screw It In Tight - (j.b)

Summary: Just a normal day to go to the car shop and get yours repaired. Nothing out of the ordinary right? Well… not really. Your mechanic looks too hot for his own good. Will you be able to control your raging hormones around each other?

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), mechanic!Jacob, strangers to lovers, unprotected sex (be safe irl!), clothed sex, major creampie, fingering, orgasm denial, French kissing, groping, teasing, pet name (sweetheart)

A/N: Happy Birthday to our heaven-sent Jacob! I had fun writing this and really felt in my element. Okay I mentioned there's a crotch zipper in the overall I know that's not how overalls work but fuck it HAHA enjoy 😘

On a fine Saturday afternoon, your dad tasked you with bringing his car to the shop to have it repaired. For a while, the car had been having trouble starting properly, taking a few tries to get the engine running before you could drive out.

In the middle of driving, it would make strange jittery sounds, making the car ride to the auto shop pretty nerve-wracking. Luckily, you made it there in one piece.

As soon as you parked and got out of the car, you saw a pair of denim-covered legs wheeled under another car. You walked towards the figure, suspecting that this was the person you needed to talk to about your car troubles.

“Uh, excuse me? I'm here to get my car fixed,” you asked. As soon as you finished, the mechanic wheeled himself out from under, pulling himself up.

He was all sweaty, hands covered in grease, wearing nothing under his denim overalls. His muscles all big and shiny from the sheen of sweat from the heat. He looked like he came straight out of an erotic novel.

Oh dear god…

“Hey, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” his melodic voice snapped you back from your trance. This can't be real…

“I-uh. I-I'm here to get my dad's car f-fixed,” you repeated yourself, stuttering like a fool.

“You're my 2 o'clock?” he questioned, wiping the sweat on his forehead and draping the hand towel on his shoulder.

“Yeah I'm yours. Ah- wait. No, I meant I'm your 2 o'clock”. You internally panicked as your cheeks started becoming warm. Your eyes tried to look somewhere for a moment other than his.

Get a fucking grip, you mentally cursed yourself.

“Uh-huh…” his eyes quickly checked you out before subtly licking his lips and smiling. Amused at how a pretty thing like you was all nervous.

“W-why do you ask?” you questioned as your eyes glued to your shoes.

“I was expecting the middle-aged man I was on the phone with to appear-” he paused while walking up to you and stopping just enough to have a proper distance in-between you two.

You looked up at him as soon as you saw his shoes in your peripheral. Oh, god, he's even more handsome up close.

“-but this is much better.” He smiled, making your knees buckle. He stuck out his hand in front of you. “I'm Jacob.” You reached out to shake his hand and told him your name in return.

He swore he's never heard a name sweeter than yours, repeating it back to you so he could remember how smoothly it rolls off his tongue.

“Okay, let's see the damage…” He clapped his hands together before going over to your car.

After a few minutes looking at the car parts in question, he closed the hood of the car and smiled back at you.

“Alright, so it's not that bad. Just need to adjust a few parts, then you can be on your way. I can get this done in a few hours, as soon as you get back,” he said.

“Oh-uh, okay,” you shyly replied. There was a quick awkward silence between you two.

“… well, if you don't have anything to do while waiting, you wanna keep me company instead?”

“I've never fixed a car before…” you replied.

“That's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to do the work. Just sit there and continue looking pretty for me while you hand me the tools. Sound good?” he smiled.

You instantly blushed from the compliment. He called you pretty.

You nodded in response as you seemed to forget what words were in that moment.

“Let's get to it then!”

Staying to “help” Jacob wasn't as bad as you thought. The more time passed by, the more you were getting to know each other better. From recent TV shows, music, literally anything under the sun. In-between, you would even ask him the different parts of the engine you see, and he happily explained.

You also noticed how being warm and gentle comes naturally to him every time he would give you a smile or laugh at something you said. Oh, you were starting to fall. Was this normal?

“So what got you into fixing cars?” you asked.

“Well, my uncl would always call me to either hand him tools or just watch while he would fix the car. Then one day he actually let me fix a car on my own, and I guess it just came naturally to me,” he shrugged while hovering over the open hood and tightening a loose screw inside.

“Would you be able to teach me sometime?” You smiled at him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled back, making your heart pound against your chest.

“Wanna try now?” he looked at you with excitement in his eyes.

“I don't know…”

“It's okay. I'll guide you. Come here.” He motioned his hand.

You slowly got off from the stool you were sitting on and walked towards him. He instantly handed you the wrench and walked behind you.

“You see that bolt there?” He pointed out the part in question, his other free hand lightly resting on your waist. You felt the warmth of his body radiating behind you. His voice was a little too close to your ear, making your spine shiver.

“Y-yeah…” you gulped.

“Just tighten that using the wrench, and we'll be done for the day.”

“Really? Just this last bit?” you looked over your shoulder to face him. His face was closer to you than you anticipated.

“Yeah! I'll let you finish the job.” He grinned.

You turned back quickly before he could see you blush like a little schoolgirl and did what he said. As you screwed the bolt in, you let out a very faint grunt that nearly sounded like a moan.

You felt his fingers press further into your waist and heard him mumble something under his breath that you couldn't catch.

“Is this good?” you asked.

He leaned his other hand forward to where you were holding the wrench, making his body push against yours as his bulge nestled in-between your ass.

“Tighter.” He whispered in your ear.

Your eyes nearly rolled back from the vibrations of his deep voice coursing through your body, attempting to ignore the slight throb in your cunt as you tightened the bolt until it was firmly set in its place.

“There!” you exclaimed.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He purred in your ear.

“T-thank you….” You felt your hands clamming up. You were ready to dash out of this place before you embarrass yourself any further.

Before things started getting awkward, you both took a step back so Jacob could finally close the hood of the car. You handed him back the wrench, and he walked towards his table to set it down.

As you wiped the sweat on your cheek, Jacob called out your name. The moment you turned around, he saw a small bit of grease on your cheek and chuckled before walking back to you with a clean hand towel.

“What's so funny?” You smiled back at him.

“You got a little something there.” He pointed to your cheek. But before you could react, he took the towel from his hand and wiped it gently for you.

Your breath hitched at the close proximity of his face with yours. You could feel his breath lightly fanning on your lips. Your mind was getting dizzy just from smelling his cologne mixed with his sweat.

His eyes shifted to yours after wiping the stain on your cheek. He felt the same electricity you felt. Your eyes glimmering naturally, putting him into some kind of trance the more he stared into them.

Without realizing it, he cupped the side of your cheek with his hand and leaned closer, his bottom lip grazing yours. You gasped at the light friction.

“Is this okay?” He whispered into your mouth.

You nodded as he finally leaned in to kiss you. You started wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands pulled you closer by the waist. You kissed each other as if you've done it before. Your lips fitting perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

As soon as you opened your mouth in between the kiss, Jacob didn't hesitate to snake his tongue inside. The wet muscle tried to explore the taste of you as you whimpered from the way it moved inside your mouth.

You returned the gesture, doing the same thing. Tongues molding into one another as he let out a groan. This continued for a moment until you both stopped to catch your breath.

He immediately spun you around and pressed your hips against the hood of the car, holding your waist in place as he pressed his hard on against your ass. His other hand brushed the hair on your neck aside as he litters your skin with kisses and light bites.

“Not gonna lie, sweetheart, the moment I saw you enter, I knew I was a goner..s'fucking pretty…” he mumbled against your skin, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. His hands started traveling towards your chest, squeezing the flesh of your tits as he continued to kiss your neck.

You continued to whimper from the sensations of his warm mouth and hands on you. Massaging your breasts and pinching your sensitive buds through your blouse. His hand let go of one of your breasts and rubbed the curve of your ass with his palm before he snaked it under your skirt.

His fingers immediately rubbed your folds through your soaking underwear. You felt his lips smirk against your neck.

“So fucking wet. This all for me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Uh-huh…” you moaned out. Proper words becoming non-existent at this point.

You felt him push your underwear to the side, immediately dipping his middle finger inside your wet hole. He didn't take his time as he pumped his digit in and out of you. Hearing the squelch of your cunt, sending his cock to throb, the front of his boxers starting to become wet just like yours.

“M-more Jacob. Pleaaaseee….” you begged. He added another finger, pistoning them inside you like there's no tomorrow.

“Baby, I'm so hard for you- shit…” he groaned against your ear as he started curling his fingers inside you. He felt you getting close to your high as your moans started slurring and your velvety walls clenched his digits tighter. As you felt yourself at the very edge of your orgasm, he immediately pulled his fingers out.

“Wait-no!” you panted.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I really wanna feel you cum around my cock. Is that okay?” he asked.

“O-okay…” you mumbled.

You started hearing the front of his overalls unzip behind you. He shoved his fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste your sweet juices as he pulled out his incredibly hard and heavy cock from his boxers.

He gave his cock a few pumps before pressing his leaking tip into your hole.

“F-fuckkkk” now it's his turn to stutter. It's only the tip of his cock inside, and you already felt so warm and tight for him, knowing he won't be lasting long as soon as he pushes his whole length inside you.

You didn't even have time to see what his cock looks like. But you could definitely feel it pushing all the way inside you, stretching you out so good.

Oh, he's a thick one.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he checked up on you.

“M-move…” and just like that, he started pounding his cock inside you. Burying himself so deep to make the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.

He wrapped his arm around your neck, flushing your back against his as he continued to drag his heavy cock in and out of your walls. The sounds of skin slapping and mixed juices squelching making lose his mind. His balls slapping against your ass as he gives you hard and deep thrusts.

“I-I don't think I can last long, sweetheart. I'm so close…” he groaned.

“C-cum with me.” you whined.

“Where?” he pants. His cock throbbing inside you as he aches for his release.

“Inside. Please, inside!” He let out a guttural groan as soon as he explodes inside you. His cock throbbing and twitching as he keeps cumming inside you. The type of load that is bound to rush out of your tiny hole quick the moment he pulls out.

He lightly kissed your neck to help you both calm down as he slowly pulled his cock out of you, making sure none of his cum dripped on your clothes or shoes.

“Stay there, I'll help you get cleaned up.” He tucks his member back inside his overalls before rushing to get a fresh warm towel to wipe you down with.

As soon as you're both done fixing yourselves, he hands you the keys and walks you over to your car. He lays his hand on top of yours as you reach for the door handle.

“Will… I be able to see you again?” he shyly asks, his eyes shimmering with hope. You place your index finger on your lips and tap them, pretending to look like you're in deep thought.

“Take me out on a date, and maybe you can.” You smile back at him. His heart instantly melts at that. He leans forward to kiss you one last time.

“Deal.”

“Hey kiddo, you're home late.” Your dad announces as soon as you close the front door.

“Uh- yeah, I decided to help the mechanic a little bit. You know, learn about cars.” You try to hold back a grin forming on your lips as you remember what had just happened to you a few moments earlier.

“That's good! So I believe you've met Jacob then?” your dad asks.

“Yeah, I did. He's very nice…” you smile.

“Good.” He replies. “You know… I think you should try going out with that fellow. He's a real gentleman. Might be your type.” Your dad suggests.

And that's when you chuckle. Your hot and steamy moment replaying in your mind,

“Yeah, a real gentleman alright…”