virgin energy

you know what this is. jake’s wiki is here, i play him canon-compliant but i’m open to canon divergence and AUs whenever applicable. i’ve played all the resi games and seen all the cgi stuff, haven’t seen the live actions but i’ll write with LA characters no problemo

no rules, just don’t take my icons. crosscanon & OCs are da bomb. nsfw posts are tagged #nsfw and jake’s a top. i’ll ship anything that isn’t incest or paedophilia, but i don’t write polyam.

writer’s 21+. discourse over fiction is boring but let’s not be weird about real life human rights ok

She’s never been moved so easily,  never been made to feel so small.   It’s not just her height to take into consideration but the shape of her as well,  the softness no amount of exercising has been able to get rid of.   His fingers sink in and as he sits up,  Gaea can only groan,  panting hot against his throat as she clenches to try to keep as much inside her as possible.   It’s an effort made in vain,  muscles only able to keep tight for a moment before giving up,  battered from the last two rounds. She thinks of shoving her fingers in beside Jake’s cock to just keep his cum inside.   The urge comes and goes.                ❝ I like when you call me that, ❞  she admits,  following directions just in time.   She grimaces as she makes a mess of the floor next,  getting the chance to glance at the couch and making a mortified whine at the massive spot they’re leaving behind.   They’re absolutely going to have to get a new couch now and if she has anything to say about it,  it won’t be from the place they got this last one,  if only to avoid the questions. But thoughts of furniture and kind business owners evaporate as he steps into their bedroom.   This is a place they can make a mess.   A place where they won’t have guests so she won’t think about what’s been done to her where they’re sitting.   She looks up at Jake and reluctantly releases him as he lays her down.   She absolutely isn’t expecting him to pull away,  to pull out,  and she cries out in dismay as she’s left suddenly empty.   A trail of cum follows him and up on her elbows,  she doesn’t have the same view as him. But she knows she’s leaking just as much as she knows he’s getting a front row seat of her trembling thighs and fluttering pussy.   A moment of embarrassment has her placing a hand in front of her to disrupt his view,  cheeks burning as she whimpers his name.

It makes Jake’s face burn seeing how his cum drools out of her cunt, thick and white and puddling underneath her bottom. That their bed’s instantly gotten messy because of it makes his stomach twist with arousal; he likes the thought of her being his like that, likes the idea that she’s so full of his seed she can barely hold it in.

However hazy it comes, the knowledge that she could get pregnant from it returns. But Jake forgets all about it once Gaea’s hand moves to shield her leaking hole from his gaze.

“Hey, none of that,” he says, taking her hand and nudging it away. Her lower lips flutter around another stream of cum and Jake’s want hits him like lightning strikes; he wants her full of him, marked with him, coloured inside with white, but first he takes Gaea’s hand and presses it down to the mattress by her head, scarred palm against smooth skin.

“You wanted the bed,” he reminds her, eyes roaming over her cumstained thighs, up her soft belly, up her round breasts and to her pretty face. Jake’s free hand strokes the curve of her jaw with his knuckles, and once more he finds himself amazed at the sight of her. At the fact he has her.

Leon isn’t sure the kind of response he’s expecting, but it sure as Hell isn’t Jake telling him that he smells like something specific, let alone water lilies.

Has Jake really taken the time to figure out how he smells?

Why?

The elder has no idea what to think of the situation at hand. He’s rarely one to get normal, stable, genuine human interaction, but this definitely is far different than any he’s had before. Leon’s not even entirely sure how he’s supposed to respond to or even process any of it.

“Alright, but, uh… you don’t have to, you know. I just got some pizza if you… if you want to join for a slice and a drink,” he offers.

“Nah, I--”

His traitorous stomach growls at him. Jake stops mid-turn, his heel still raised in the process of it.

His statement is very true.   She tries to be a good host,  asks him if there’s anything he wants,  that he likes.   And it’s all variations of the same answer:  he’ll eat whatever she makes.   Gaea has found he also eats it with gusto,  which is absolutely a compliment but also somewhat worrying. Because he eats like he’s not sure when he’ll eat again.   She’s trying to help Jake realize that so long as she’s around,  he can always look forward to a full stomach and their her bed.                ❝ Then skins on it is. ❞   She instead dedicates herself to at least cutting the potato into neat squares,  placing them in a large bowl in front of her cutting board.   Gaea can’t help but feel a bolt of guilt at his words.   She always encourages him to relax,  promises she’ll take care of anything.   She hadn’t thought of the experience she may have been taking from him,  in her urge to take care of him.                ❝ My mother … ❞   Goodness,  she’s lived longer without the woman;  it shouldn’t be so hard to talk about.   ❝ She cooked all the time.   I was a chunky child because of all the baked good and large meals we had. ❞   Meals that very rarely involved her father,  though she may only believe that because she remembers being so happy back then.   And the pictures certainly tell the same.                ❝ I don’t remember specifics but I remember a warm kitchen.   Laughter over food.   I think she …   She had people over every Sunday. ❞   And in a wistful tone her own,  she says:  ❝ I’ve always wanted to have that simple life. ❞

Jake finishes with the scoring while Gaea speaks, and though he puts the knife down, he doesn’t ask for more instructions. Instead, he watches her as she speaks and softens while she does-- watches even through the brief pang of envy that strikes him as she speaks of her mother and being able to cook with her.

In comparison, what memories Jake has of working with his own mum in the kitchen are all faded by now. He can’t remember what her face looks like, can’t remember the sound of her voice, can’t remember anything, really, save for the little cooking reminders she’d give him as they worked or the tomato (or was it a cabbage?) on his own apron...

At least the image of a smaller, chubby Gaea happy in a warm home is a good to have in place of his memories. Jake’s envy ebbs from him once his fondness for her settles warm in his heart: there’s nothing bad with Gaea, nothing at all.

“You must’ve gotten her talent,” he says, meaning it. Everything Gaea’s made he’s loved the taste of, and it’s not only because he feels starved half the time. “And if all the times you’ve taken me in mean anything... maybe her heart, too.”

her smile was wide and kind and her blue eyes crinkled at the sight of their fingers lacing together. sherry felt her heart pound against her chest as he face dusted pink. she loved being this close with him…(perhaps she loved him?) it was too soon to think about. yet, she had never felt this way before.

her body swayed to the music that crackled through the old speaker. it felt like something out of a movie. 

the blonde was overflowing with happiness and it was all because of jake. she hoped he knew that. even if he didn’t, she would tell him for as long as she lived. although, she didn’t know if he would be comfortable with it.

but here they were, dancing together. so, he had to feel something, right? sherry didn’t know, but that was alright. she could always hold onto this memory. 

“you are doing so much better than me and we just started.”

Jake laughs, more some form of bashful than awkward. “Better than you?” They’re sort of just stepping sideways in tandem, and Jake’s sort of just trying to turn Sherry with every step he takes bit by bit until their positions have switched on the floor. It’s not a huge level up from the swaying at all.

“We’re dancing together.” If anyone can even call this dancing. Chances are they look foolish from the outside, but the smooth tones of the man singing over the radio at least gives Jake the illusion that they aren’t the worst in the world. “Makes you as good as me, if nothing else...”

God, though, if he can’t get enough of her smile. Sherry looks so happy, and the thought that she’s happy because of him has him feeling a little crazy.

...still, maybe he’s allowed to lose it. At least while the music still goes.

a hum left her lips as she placed the spoon down, gently on the table. it wasn’t like she was trying to eat merc style… she just didn’t want him feeling left out. although, she wouldn’t admit that she wanted to give it a try. but that’s what she does, try things and understands.

“i wasn’t given food that could be eaten with utensils… well, unless it was those flimsy plastic ones that rarely worked.”

a small smile spread across her face, staring into his eyes. sherry brought the bowl up to her lips and took a sip from the soup. it was… fun and refreshing to do something she wasn’t so fond of doing. yet, she broke eye contact and looked down at the soup.

“i can stop if you don’t want me to, i understand.”

The thought that Sherry’s cute drinking out of a bowl comes unbidden into Jake’s mind.

Then she brings up stopping. “What?” Because she thinks he doesn’t want her to. “No-- hey, you’re fine. It’s not like I’m offended.”

Jake’s head cocks up, chin pointing briefly in the direction of Sherry’s bowl. “Keep goin’ if you wanna, Sherry. It feels warmer when you drink straight from the bowl, anyway. You can feel it in your chest.”

A point that he emphasises as he goes to drink another mouthful of soup, gulping it down and letting out a soft sigh once he does.

“Oh… Uh… Thank you…“ Is all Leon is able to say after a long moment contemplating Jake’s words.

He looks down at the contents within the bag once more before clearing his throat. “Thought, uh… thought you didn’t like the way I smell or something,” he offers with an awkward laugh, still not entirely sure why Jake was giving these things.

“What?” Jake asks.

Then, once he realises the implications of giving hygiene products: “No-- shit, I don’t hate how you smell.” He brings a hand up, rubbing lightly at the back of his neck as he cranes his head back. “You smell great, okay? Sweet or something. Like water lilies...”

Quit talking. Quit talking. Quit talking.

“...tch.” His hand drops to shove into his pocket in irritation. “You’re welcome.”

This is going horribly, and Jake should probably leave now. Why did he think knocking at Leon’s front door would be a good idea?

He hadn’t realized he’d been loud enough to disrupt other people until he points it out. Guilt only manages to flash across his face for a second though until Jake grabs his wrist and he has to hold on tighter to the packed food as he stumbles along.

“ Grapes ? ! “ He repeats, no more conscious of the volume of his voice than before. “ That’s nowhere near enough nutrients . No wonder you’re so skinny ! “ It’s not like he has much room to talk, but that doesn’t seem to occur to him. Stubbornly, he comes to a halt and pulls at his wrist to try and stop him as well. He looks around. “ There ! Let’s get you some yakisoba instead . You’re not worried about money are you ? I think I should have enough left to pay ! “

“Wh--” Jake looks down where Kiyotaka’s taken his wrist, then back up at his face to frown at him. “You know, if you pay for me you’re defeating the point of this.” Which is Jake treating Kiyotaka to something nice for once. Seriously, at this point he’s not sure how many times this guy’s gotten him dinner, and he’s started to feel a little bad about it.

Jake pulls his hand free and takes Kiyotaka’s wrist again for no other reason than pettiness (I held your wrist first, damn it, and all that nonsense).

Timothy really has no idea what he’s even doing here. He’s not like Jake or the other vault hunters. He can’t just jump from jump pad to jump pad without vomitting, or be shocked repeatedly and not pass out from that. 

He’s trying his hardest not to do either of those things. But that doesn’t stop him from complaining. 

He knows Jake is right, this moon is just as crazy as the planet it orbits. There’s barely any safe spots, if at all. They can’t catch a break until they’re out of here. “ I know - I just - I can’t do this Jake ! I’m not a vault hunter ! “ He cries, his own gun almost slipping out of his hands with how much he’s shaking. Whether from the aftershocks or the breakdown he’s about to have, even he doesn’t know. “ I - I - “ He stutters, frustrated tears welling up in his eyes at his inability to properly explain himself. With a defeated sigh, he puts his arms together in almost a self hug. “ I just want to go home … If I die here , my mom would never even know . “

Despite his crying, he does clumsily try to follow Jake’s example and reload his own gun. But with his shaking and the tears in his eyes, it’s less than succesful and only helps to frustrate him more.

The mention of his mother hits Jake in a way he didn’t expect to be hit, but the idea of having a mother to come home to is probably the worst thing about it, if only for the brief moment of envy that consumes him whole.

Jake pushes the feeling aside, holstering his gun for now to hold his hand out Tim’s way. “Gimme that.

“You’re not dying today, all right?” That Tim has family to get back to spikes a quiet desperation in him Jake refuses to acknowledge. He doesn’t know the details of his contract with Hyperion, and frankly it’s none of his business, but if there’s a chance that Tim can get back to his mother, then that’s all that matters. “Everyone’s got their time-- you don’t gotta rush to yours.“ A beat. “And I’m here to back you up, too.

There was amusement on his face as he watched Jake avoid a certain part of what had happened then. But he wouldn’t bring it up. Not yet at least. 

“And you’re not the worst partner I’ve had to work with,” Piers countered.

“Wow,” Jake says once he’s swallowed, “thanks for the vote of confidence.”

With his third burger gone, he finally starts to work on his fries. He’s eaten far more than Piers has, evidenced by the wrappers on his tray; Jake adds one more after he rips a ketchup packet open with his teeth.