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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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a space for all of our thoughts and musings about apocalyptic!dbf jake
warnings: zombie au, smut, large age gap - unspecified but around 20 years, swearing, graphic violence, death, all the things you would expect from an apocalypse au. 18+, minors dni.
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Vol 1. Pre-Apocalypse
Vol 2. The Cabin
how it began the first kiss
Vol 3. The First Survivor Camp
first time you’re intimate having to be quiet people discovering their relationship
misc.
pregnancy and the apocalypse sleeping arrangement
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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When is the first time apocalypse dbf!Jake is intimate with you, do you think?
I think it would take him a while to get to that point. Maybe after the cabin, when you’ve had to move on. You’re with the first group of survivors, and if you thought Jake stuck to you like glue before, he’s twice as protective now.
There are some young guys with these people, and Jake doesn’t like the way they look at you. They’re harmless, but Jake knows how lonely you’ve been when it was just the two of you. Especially with how he has had to restrain himself… he’s just worried about you playing yourself into the wrong hands.
That being said, he does have to admit that this group situation is a good thing. The supplies are steady, there’s safety in numbers, and you’re smiling for the first time in the two months since this shit happened.
One day, he gets back from a supply run and finds you down in the quarry, swimming in your underwear with a group of your new friends. He’s furious, and it’s completely irrational — he knows that.
The two of you are sharing an ex-closet space in the lodge. It’s packed to the brim full of people in each of the rooms. There are people up in the attic space, and in tents outside. Maybe forty people total. Jake’s value to the group scores you this level of privacy, and that’s as good as it gets.
It’s got a queen sized mattress and it gets hot at night, but it’s better than sleeping in Jake’s truck. He doesn’t want you sleeping out there, by yourself.
He’s still mad from earlier, trying to reason with himself about how ridiculous he’s being, and you’ve been giving him the silent treatment after he embarrassed you in front of your new friends. Things are good, and you aren’t afraid for the first time in the long time — why can’t he just be happy for you?
“You should be fuckin’ afraid.” Jake bites back, the soft glow of the camping light beside your mattress illuminating his creased features. “You’re not on vacation. I’m tryin’ my hardest to keep you safe here, you get that?”
“I know, and I’m grateful, but—“
“No, there’s no but. That’s it. Go to sleep.” Jake snaps. He reaches around you, flicks off the lamp, and drops back down to his side of your makeshift bed. He’s not normally like this. He wasn’t ever this grumpy before. He was confident, and funny, and so, so kind to you. He’s being kind to you now; it’s just that these days, the only kindness he can afford is to keep you alive.
The second that his eyes are shut, his mind is immediately replaying the image of you getting out of the water in your underwear. Soaking wet, your eyes wide as they had landed on him, the smile fading from your face.
This sleeping situation is temporary, but it’s driving him crazy. He has woken up with you on his chest every morning this week, and neglecting himself too. His untouched dick is stirring in his shorts at the thought of those droplets of water pouring down your soft skin this afternoon. He can smell you right beside him, and as you move to get comfortable, your thigh brushes his.
He was so sure that you just wriggled a lot in your sleep and that’s why he kept waking up with you on him, so it comes as surprise when you scoot across the mattress and rest your head on his chest.
“I’m sorry, Jake.”
Neither one of you have spoken about the first time the two of you kissed, holed up in that gas station, terrified and clinging together. Or about the second time, during that thunderstorm when you had had that awful nightmare about things moving in the shadows of the lightning, back in the cabin when it was just the two of you, and Jake had woken up to you kissing hurriedly at his face and pulling at his shirt. That was right after he had started sleeping in the bed with you — he had almost stopped again afterwards.
“I’ve just been so sick of feeling so afraid.”
Jake turns his head and hooks his index finger under your chin. It’s almost-pitch black, but light creeps in from the hallway, under the door. He studies your face as his thumb swipes over your bottom lip.
“I know,” He whispers. Your eyes are glassy with tears as you lift your palm and raise it against his stubbled cheek. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“I know.” You quietly repeat back to him.
And then, he kisses you. Against all of his better instincts, he presses his weight into you and turns you onto your back, kissing you hard. He’s been trying to hard to keep himself away from you, and he just can’t take it.
He doesn’t talk about the way this ended last time, after your nightmare. The way you had begged him not to stop, and the way he’d left anyway.
It’s not like that tonight. Tonight, he knows he won’t be able to stop unless you tell him to. He just doesn’t have the restraint left in himself.
“You’re my girl,” Jake whispers against your jaw, settling himself between your legs, fingers bunching softly at your t-shirt. “You don’t need those boys lookin’ out for you when I’m around. You got that?”
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Having to be quiet with Apocalypse!Jake because there’s people around 😬😵‍💫
Jake’s truck, the shower and the woods have become your favourite spots to get Jake all riled up.
smut below the cut <3
In his truck, yeah it’s cramped and your shoe sometimes leaves prints on the ceiling of the cab, but he holds you so close and cradles your body so close that you feel weightless. He parks it out where no one will hear you, turns on one of his cassettes, and suddenly — the world is normal. Beyond normal, heaven. Out there, he’ll talk you through it freely. Grunting softly in your ear and telling you how fucking good you are, how good you feel.
The shower is your second favourite, because you have to be quick, but you aren’t as cramped. The sound from the water drowns out the sounds of you breathlessly chanting his name, but the other survivors must know what’s happening when the two of you disappear in there together. It doesn’t faze you, but Jake doesn’t want those assholes thinking about you naked.
The woods, now that’s uncomfortable. On the ground or against a tree, bark bristling your back — it’s not your favourite, and you have to be real quiet too. The last thing you want is some jacked up infected coming across you while you’re pants are around your ankles. But, out there Jake presses his full weight into you and covers your hand with his thick palm. And it’s still Jake, so you’ll take what you can get.
Now, your biggest complaint is that you’ve got a perfectly good bed— well, mattress, that simply isn’t seeing enough action. Jake’s point is that it’s only separated from the hall by that thin wooden door, and that crack under the door lets all the sound out. But you’re convincing when you want to be.
Your hand is tucked into the leg of his boxers, stroking his cock gently, your eyes calmly on his. Your game of chicken has gone further tonight than he normally allows it to. He’s got a naked girl in front of him, and an erection that’s going to be throbbing all night.
“I’ll be good,” You promise him, biting at the swell of your bottom lip. Jake shakes his head. “Quiet as a mouse. I won’t make a peep. I swear.”
“Heard that one before.” Jake reminds you.
You just grin back at him, sitting back on your knees and parting your thighs, watching his green eyes drop down to study your body. “Just the tip. Anything.”
“You want it that bad?” Jake breathes out, wondering what the hell someone as perfect as you is doing begging for just an inch of him. You pout your lips and nod your head, and he’s a goner.
You groan excitedly as Jake flips you onto your front and lifts your hips, positioning himself behind you.
“Bite that, don’t wanna hear a damn peep from you, sweetheart.” Jake whispers, pressing your cheek down into his pillow, stroking his cock through your excitement. You wrap your arms around it like a teddy bear and hug it closer, biting down on the corner as he sinks the tip into you.
Instantly, a pleased groan fills the air, and you wriggle your hips a bit to feel a little more of him. Jake’s hand presses firmly on the back of your head, holding you down against the pillow.
“Quiet. Don’t think I won’t stop.”
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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I'm right down in the apocalyptic!dbf jake rabbit hole
I need reactions to them being together together not just sticking around someone they know. How would their group react? Or what if they meet someone they've known from before????? 👀
So, I think when they meet the first group of survivors, they love each other and they have kissed once or twice, but they definitely aren’t together. But it’s while they’re with that group that things start to progress between them.
Jake doesn’t quite care what people think, until one day he’s out the front of their big lodge and he overhears one of the guys who is just a teeny bit younger than you say, “Man, Jake’s daughter is hot.”
“I don’t think he’s her dad.”
“Well, how else would they know each other? — and he won’t let any guy go near her. It’s common sense.”
And it dawns on him, that christ— he is old enough to be mistaken for your dad. And truth be told, that makes him a little grumpier than usual. It takes a little extra effort to get him to smile when you’re alone with him that night, but you just about manage.
“You worried that I’m going to trade you in for a younger model or something?” You’re wearing his t-shirt and nothing else, snuggled up in your shared space. You’ve made it a bit of a home by now, with some string lights you salvaged and a cozy blanket you hand washed and two Polaroids taped to the wall. One of you kissing his cheek, and the other of the two of you down by the lake, beaming.
You grin at him and lean over to kiss his lips, pulling back with an amused smile toying at your face.
“Don’t worry, old man, I like ‘em vintage.”
He warns you constantly about dressing the way that you do for bed — worried that something will happen in the night, or worried that someone might come across you barely dressed. Volume too, he’s always got his hand over your mouth or his fingers between your lips to keep you quiet.
Tonight, he says fuck it.
“Vintage, huh?” Jake scoffs as he rolls on top of you, pinning you down with his weight as he dips in to kiss at your throat. “I’ll fuckin’ show you vintage, sweetheart.”
His teeth sink into the base of your neck making you gasp and squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist.
One thing’s for sure — the next morning at camp, everyone has a little more clarity on exactly how you know Jake. There’s no hiding, you walk right out of the lodge, happy as a clam, and plant an eager kiss right on his lips.
For a while, things are good.
But it’s only so long before you come across someone from before, someone who never would have expected the two of you to end up together.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Have you ever heard of the move ‘28 days later’ (or something like that). I haven’t seen the movie, but one scene/line that sticks with me from it is “I promised them women”. I cant help but think that dbf!apocalypse!Jake would be so protective over his girl because he knows what other men are capable of and what they are probably thinking. I feel like even in a group with other survivors, he would be really wary about leaving her alone, especially if there weren’t many (or any) other women in the group. Just knowing that there are two layers of danger for her would make Jake super-duper-uber protective.
I’m sorry if this is too dark! Please feel free to ignore this if it is!❤️
TW: Mentions of SA, murder and violence.
Yes absolutely, and you’re not exactly naive to the dangers that men have always posed — you were already an adult when the world fell, with adult experiences.
But, with how isolated and alone you were in those months before the first group, maybe you try a little harder to fit in than you would have in the world before. You let that older guy make that joke about your smile, and you smile with him like it’s okay.
Jake, however, isn’t giving these guys a fucking inch. You’ll never know the way he threatened to break that guy’s hands if he so much as thought about laying a finger on you.
It’s probably not the group that is your biggest threat, though. It’s when you’re outside of the camp, maybe on a run or something. They spot you before they spot the people you’re with, and presume you’re alone.
A group of guys, who just so happened to do a supply run and come across you. They play at being friendly, growing closer and circling you like a pack of dogs. One of them gets so close that you can smell the sweat and dirt caked into his skin, and your fingers curl around the hunting knife holstered against your thigh. And then, a gun cocks and all of them startle.
You shoot a glance over to Jake, and don’t recognise the look on his face.
“Drop your weapons.” Jake tells the group calmly, as he’s backed up by a few of the guys from your group. Nobody moves. “Drop your weapons or I use his brains to mark exactly which of your fucking fingers I’m going to cut off.”
Your eyes widen slightly.
The man in front of you looks around, furious that his men are even debating it. “What the fuck are you doing? Drop ‘em!”
“Your supplies too. Put it all on the ground.” Jake has walked up closer now. The man before you winces as Jake presses the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. The group awkwardly does as he says until their weapons are picked up.
Finally, Jake’s gaze flickers back up to you. “Wait outside.”
“Wha—“
“Wait. Outside.” He insists, cold as ice, his hand steady as the man before him pales in cold realisation.
These are the kind of animals who would have followed. Jake knows their kind. Heard of a group in the area doing this kind of thing. When he’s got you to protect, he doesn’t take chances.
You’re barely out of the door when the gunshot makes you flinch.
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sunlightmurdock · 2 months
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i mean - am i thinking about this dbf!jake making you ride him as you wear his stetson in the middle of the apocalypse, while calling you his good girl?
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maybe i am, maybe im not 🤷‍♀️
*then praise kink ensues*
oof I feel like Jake’s stetson would become the equivalent of Rick’s sheriff had in twd where it just seems to survive absolutely everything lol
and I can just imagine you stealing it playfully from him one day and telling him you deserve it for how brave you’ve been, but from the second it’s planted on your head, Jake’s smirking at you.
“Yeah, I’d say you deserve it too,” He would mumble against your neck, already pulling your hips into his. “But you know the rule, right?”
he’s more than happy to explain the penalty for wearing a cowboy’s hat, and you’re more than happy to comply to the rule. settled away in some dark, safe corner of the camp, your knees against the ground on the either side of his hips, Jake would guide your hips up and down on him.
all the while, he’s whispering in your ear about how proud he is of you and how strong you’ve been — steadying the too-big hat onto your head with each time you bounce on him.
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sunlightmurdock · 2 months
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I’m loving the apocalypse dbf!Jake stuff so much!!! Jake being all gruff and protective and violent is intoxicating.
But I got thinking what if the Daggers showed up? Still friends with Jake before everything and his girl probably recognises them from pictures but meeting them…it would be a lot…
not to mention Mav and his cockroach abilities
Eee!! I’m so glad you’re loving it! I just can’t stop thinking about him and hahahahaha Mav and his cockroach abilities had me crying, that man really could survive just about anything
And I think Jake probably would come across them all as part of a much larger group. They’d all worked with the military when this had started, trying to slow the spread, and then when that had failed — they stuck together. Jake hadn’t even thought about them. His only priority was getting you to safety. Well, that’s a lie.
He had thought about trying to contact base once or twice, but never had.
Your group is small now. You’re barely surviving. The people you’re with aren’t equipped for how outnumbered you’ve been. Then, one day Jake comes across something different. Maybe like a prison, maybe like a power plant. Something sturdy, with a fence, and an eye-catching watchtower.
He knows that he has to scope it out from a distance if he’s going to take it. He can’t chance the people there hurting you.
So, every day for a week, Jake scopes the place out. Every angle. Every weak point in the fence and every entry point. He’s walking back through the woods one day when he hears a branch snap a second too late. By the time he reacts, he’s already on his front with a knee on the back of his neck.
“Don’t bullshit me, who are you with? — I’ve seen you watching this place.”
And the realisation hits. Jake wriggles to pull his arms from under him and yank the bandana down from over his nose, “Phoenix?”
“Hangman.” She breathes, still kneeling on his neck. Finally, it occurs to her to relent. “Holy shit, everyone thought you were dead.”
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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katie, I’m literally so obsessed with apocalypse dbf!jake, like your mind !!!! i wanna kiss your brain 🧡
what about… some passionate, angsty ‘I almost just lost you’ sex with Jake??
- @sugarcoated-lame 💗💕
Kricket!! Can always count on you to enable my wacky ideas, especially when it comes to apocalypse dilfs!! @sugarcoated-lame
And can you just imagine if it was you who almost lost Jake?? If his foot got caught and he just got shoved back by this infected, and the last thing you see before you’re separated is him on his back, fighting to keep this thing off of him?
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Their group forces you to keep moving, they saw him go down, and you’re distraught. Out of your mind, insisting that no, no you don’t understand, he’s strong, he’s got to be okay.
They get you out of the building and all but you her back to the cars. You’re borderline kicking and screaming at that point, pleading with them to turn back around for him. And, just as they’re considering forcing you into the car and locking the doors, they spot someone burst open the side door of the torn up warehouse.
Covered in blood and guts, limping hard on his sprained right ankle, Jake stumbles into the daylight. And you just can’t keep it together, throwing yourself at him so hard that you almost knock him off his feet in his newly unbalanced condition.
The others aren’t so sure, certain that no one comes back from something like that without getting bit. As much as you grill him in the car, even he’s not sure, maybe he hasn’t felt it. He gets back to the closest thing you guys have to a home these days, and gets whisked off to the closest thing you guys have to a doctor.
It feels like hours before you get him back, wondering if you’ll ever even get him back. If he’s bit, he’s a goner, and you’re not ready to be alone.
Finally, the ‘doctor’ says that you can see him.
And you take the tiniest step into the exam room, and pin your back to the door, trying not to get your hopes up as you see him sitting on the bench with his shirt off.
“Are you…?”
“Clean as a whistle, baby,” Jake tells you coolly, his eyes soft as he reaches one arm for you. And then, you all but tackle him onto the exam bed and leap into his lap, “Oof. Messed up my ankle though.”
His ankle is the least of your worries as you kiss furiously at his face, barely noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks until you’re tasting salt between your kisses.
“I thought I lost you.” You whimper, curling your fingers into his hair, practically bruising his lips with how hard you’re kissing him. He just holds your waist steady and revels in how lucky he is to get more time with you. You grab hard at his shoulders, rocking yourself against his groin. “I wasn’t — I’m not ready, I can’t do it without you.”
“‘M not going anywhere.” He whispers against your skin, closing his eyes as your trembling fingers pull at his belt. I just need you. Need to feel close to you. Please. He nods wordlessly, holding you tight in his arms. “‘S alright baby, go ahead.”
Tears pour down your cheeks, your arms wrapped firmly around him as you cling to his chest, lifting your hips and rocking them down onto him slowly. He’s holding you just as tight, breathless as you fuck yourself on him. You’re so close that it feels like the two of you might just break the laws of physics and become one.
You’d like it that way. No you without him. No him without you.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Dear darling Katie, if you get inspired, have the time and want to, could you share a bit more about the first time making love with apocalypse!dbf!Jake?
No pressure though, just if you want to!
Yes yes yes ofc! So it obviously kind of starts out with Jake feeling a little jealous, but is fuelled mostly by his need to keep her safe. For him, safety means having her as close as possible. If he’s touching her, nothing bad will be able to get to her.
And I think that’s really what is on his mind the first time they sleep together. His hands are just everywhere. He holds her face and her hips, her legs and her hands. He just can’t get to enough of her at once, but he’s grateful that tonight he doesn’t have to rush. He’s been thinking about this for so long, and the least that he could do is do it right.
It’s not the way he would have done it before, in a hotel or at least in his king-sized bed — privacy and comfort. Here, he knows that people are always nearby and the little mattress you share isn’t exactly the height of luxury.
As he’s kissing his way down your stomach, fingers gripping at your thighs, the thought strikes him. “You’ve done with before, right, sweetheart?”
And he doesn’t really get a real answer out of you but you’re kissing him and trying to kiss at his neck, whispering in his ear for him to touch you — he can’t wait any longer than he already has. He takes his time with you, it’s not like he has work in the morning. Just supplies to gather and a perimeter to check.
You’re so responsive to his mouth on your core, his fingers working so gently at your clit that he’s not even sure he’ll make it long enough to be inside of you. The added panic of someone hearing you cools him off a little, just enough to make him remember to grab the teddy bear he found for you that looks just like the one you had to leave behind, and get you to press it over your mouth while his hands are busy.
The space is cramped and darkened, but it’s the most loved you’ve ever felt. By the time he’s sinking slowly into you, his forehead rested firmly against yours, you’re just about certain that there’s nothing in the universe but him.
Caged in by his thick, strong arms, the column of his neck captures your soft moans and gasps. Thinking of how hard he has worked to get you here, and to keep you safe, and how long you’ve waited for this. How good he feels.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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The idea you had about already dating dbf!jake when the outbreak happens is making go insane. Just thinking about the desperation to get to each other. Jake makes her stay on the phone with him trying to calm her down, reassure her that he’s coming, advise her the best he can. Hearing her scream and sob, and hearing the violence around her through the phone, hating they there’s nothing he can do until he gets to her.
The relief once they find each other, the reunion hug; grasping at each others bodies in desperation and disbelief, Jake running his hands and eyes all over her to check her over for injuries. Jake grasping her face in both his hands while he stares into her eyes and vows to her that he’s not going to let anything happen to her. This sweet reunion too brief as they have to flee from the danger. Jake practically throws her in his truck as his mission changes from rescue to protection. Telling her to stay down or to not look at some of the horrific scenes that are unfolding. Just being so protective of the love of his life 🥺
Literally, because he just got you. He waited so long and hated himself for feeling the way he felt for you. There was so much wasted time. You’re finally just his.
And the city is chaos, phone lines are going down all over the place which is why he demands that you stay on the phone with him. He swears that it’s okay, that he’s going to find you, but you can hear the panic in his voice. Not because he’s worried he won’t find you — he will, he’d never stop looking — god, he’s just praying that he gets there in time.
Things are getting worse where you are, people turning in the streets, blood and chaos all around you. His stomach is twisting in knots as he listens to you scream and panic and all he can do is just tell you, “Keep hiding, just stay where you are, baby, I’m comin’.”
He has barely taken the key out of the ignition before he’s out of the truck, sprinting through the street until he gets to your hiding spot in a gated alleyway. He makes quick work of braking the padlock that you had hastily closed behind yourself, dragging you into his arms.
There’s no time for the reunion that he wants. Just having you with him is enough for now.
“Don’t look at anything, just look at me. Alright? — I’m gonna get you out of here.” Jake swears, his heart thundering in his chest as he drags you back to his truck and practically shoves you into the cab. As soon as he’s in the driver’s side, someone starts shooting. Maybe police, maybe army. They aren’t aiming for you, they’re just mowing down everything in the street that moves. Jake grabs your head and makes you duck as he speeds away from the danger. “Stay down. You’re okay. Don’t move, alright?”
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Can I add something to the apocalypse jake scenario?
I know that I wouldn’t really matter, but I think it would be so sweet for them to have some sort of moment where they pledge themselves to the other like their own version of marriage. Like they are trying to find new versions of normal and they want to prove to the other how much they love each other and so they do a little something to commemorate their love (think like the bread cutting/toasting ceremony from district 12 in THG) or even just them whispering vows to each other under the night sky
omg omg omg yes!! And because Jake, deep down, is a sucker for sentiment, you know that he would find her a ring. Maybe he’s looking for one, but in my mind — Jake has been thinking about this for a long time, and then he comes across a jewellery store that was barely touched.
You’re mad at him that day because the supply run took him so long. He knows you worry when he gets home late.
He doesn’t get a chance to get down on one knee. You never know how long you’ve got in a world like this and Jake won’t take any chances. The two of you are on watch that night and he’s acting weird. Quiet.
Finally, you huff and call him out on it.
His face softens and he presses his lips together, reaching into his pocket and retrieving the ring. Your face falls, looking between him and the diamond.
“Marry me.”
“… I don’t think that’s a thing anymore, Jake.” You say quietly, still staring at the band between his index and his thumb.
“It is to me. I love you, and I’m going to love you for every day that I’m alive. I just want… I want to call you my wife.”
And finally, a dumb grin stretches across your face as you dive forwards and throw your arms around him laughing softly. He did a good job at guessing the ring size, it’s close enough, considering. You pull back and give him a sincere not. “You can call me your wife.”
“Just like that?”
“I guess so. No courthouses anymore.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Jake agrees, grabbing softly at your waist as his eyes search across your features. He’s looking at you for the first time all over again. “So… you do, then?”
Your grin widens as you stroke softly at the short hair at the back of his neck. “I do.”
Jake swallows the lump in his throat, nodding softly. “I do, too.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to be able to, so you make the first move and lean in, kissing your husband for the first time.
Your role requires you to be out there all night, but the shift has never flown by as quickly. Sitting in his lap, the two of you list your vows to each other until the sun comes up.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Ok now you’ve got me thinking about apocalypse Jake with a tiny baby in his arms. All big and gruff and hardened in the new world just holding the teensiest baby you’ve ever seen? And yes, he was so stressed and upset about bringing a baby into this world, so angry at himself for getting you pregnant and putting you at risk like this. But the second this baby is born, bringing a some hope and sunshine into this dreary world, and Jake cradles the bundle that’s half him and half the woman he loves???? And sure, his heart is out in the world, now split between two whole people, and that’s terrifying for him. It was scary enough having to protect his heart in the form of one young woman, but now their baby is in the mix too. He terrified. Scared shitless. But you bet your ass that he is the best protector their little family could ever ask for. I’m so soft for this omg
Stop it 🥹🥹🥹 big, gruff, hardened by the world Jake getting to see his baby’s first smile??? Watching their perfect little fingers wrap around his rough, scarred hands ???? IM NOT OKAY 😭😭😭
After everything, all of the mistakes he has made and the things he has done to make his way, he doesn’t know how he could have ever created something this perfect, much less ever deserved it.
And watching you fulfil something that neither of you ever thought you would get to brings him a joy he never could have imagined. Watching this tiny thing grow and learn, finding so much of you and so much of himself in them every day. Learning to love parts of himself he had fought so hard to keep hidden.
When it comes to his love and need to protect the two of you, Jake comes to really learn the meaning of the word unconditional.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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No thoughts head empty just apocalypse dbf Jake whispering promises into your ear of how he swears nothings ever gonna hurt you and how he’s gonna protect you while he’s thrusting into you
In a weird way, I think it would 100% be one of the things that turn you on the most. His words are far from empty promises. When he cradles you real close, a fraction of his weight pressing into you and pinning you to the mattress or the backseat, he means what he’s saying.
Long and languid thrusts as he swears to you that nothing is every going to happen to you. I love you so much, honey. Gonna look after you. Never going to let anything happen to you.
Especially on the nights when your dreams are particularly awful and you wake up crying. Jake wakes up at the slightest sound and covers you like a blanket, shielding you from the world outside and kissing away your tears.
“You’re okay, honey. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He’ll whisper, wrapping you tightly in his arms.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Ok but apocalypse dbf Jake! I love him. I know you mentioned earlier that he probably would be so mad with himself about you being pregnant but do you think that would change if he saw how you grew?? Or would his feelings stay the same?
I think Jake’s feelings would be consistent almost throughout the entire pregnancy. It puts a real strain on your relationship with him.
But, I think he lets his guard fall every now and again. When he sees you cry and tell him how much you need him, it breaks his heart. He’ll never leave you, he swears — but he knows that’s not what you mean. You just want his support, and he simply won’t pledge it.
It starts to get to the point that you’re wondering if he even loves you anymore. As your stomach swells, he’ll barely touch you. He can’t bring himself to. This pregnancy means nothing but risk, and the more it develops, the closer he feels to losing you.
Until one night, you bolt upright in bed and gasp sharply. He’s awake instantly, eyes wide and his hands all over you, “What’s the matter? What is it? Are you okay?”
Your lips press firmly together, trying to suppress your joy just a bit. You swallow and glance between him and the bump through the dark.
“They kicked me.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just stares back at you, physical pain settling like weight on his chest.
“… Do you want to feel?” You offer quietly. It feels like a small enough thing, but something tells Jake that this will be the last time that you offer if he says no. Swallowing through the lump in his throat, he nods weakly.
You lay back down, closing your eyes firmly as his arm wraps around your shoulders for the first time in weeks. You take hold of his other hand between both of yours, and settle it across the lower half of your stomach.
Again, he doesn’t say anything, but you hear him inhale sharply as their tiny foot kicks at his palm. Wordlessly, tears burning behind his eyes, Jake turns his head and kisses softly at your temple.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Does apocalyptic!dbf Jake have kids with you at some point?
So obviously, in the apocalypse, it’s a little harder to prevent these kinds of things than it had been before. Condoms are scarce, and even when they come across them, they aren’t in the kind of condition that Jake particularly wants to put to use.
It occurs to him to try to track her cycle, but he doesn’t know too much about that, and even so — in this new world, sex happens when it happens. Still, he tries to be careful, but there are accidents. Days where he is so caught up in the fact that you’re here, in his arms, and he’s so grateful to still have you, and you’re clinging onto him so tight, that he messes up.
But, if the day came that you walked up to him and proudly announced the news, I don’t think you would be met with a positive reaction.
Babies scream, they take up resources and they put you in danger. He has put you in danger, and he’s angry.
Even worse if you were excited about it too, because he so visibly is not.
Especially because in the groups of survivors you have been with, Jake has definitely experienced a woman not making it through childbirth. Yeah, Jake would be extremely mad at himself.
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sunlightmurdock · 3 months
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Oh girly (gn), all I'm thinking now is apocalypse Jake being so stressed and angry that he got her pregnant and the two having a big fight and she storms off, and then he follows, just in time to save her from something (a diseased or just a crazy survivor) and they would just be so glad to have each other and Jake would feel so guilty all over again, but they have a heart-to-heart and work things through... Sorry, I'm getting carried away, so sorry didn't mean to tread on your toes!!! This apocalypse au is just so exciting!!!!
Ooof, yeah I feel like the first time she tells him she’s pregnant could have been in the middle of the run or something. Like maybe he she has a cramp or she isn’t feeling good and he’s grilling her on it because mysterious illnesses aren’t a good sign these days, and she just blurts it out. “I’m pregnant, you ass.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I peed on a stick. I am.”
“There’s got to be an expiry date on those things. They’re faulty. You can’t be.”
It goes back and forth until it’s established that you most definitely are carrying his child, and then, Jake seems to snap. He’s panicking, trying to think of ways to get out of this, to stop it from happening — until you tell him that you want the baby.
He just about loses his mind. “Are you fucking crazy?”
Feeling rejected and humiliated, you leave him there by himself and tell him you’re walking home. Of course, he’d never let you do that, but he’s in such a state of shock that he lets you get a head start.
He’s only five minutes behind you, walking through the woods and calling your name. You were too mad to cover your tracks. He slows down, his stomach sinking as he starts to notice a second set of footprints in the mud. Sticking close to the trees, standing mostly on leaves, trying to cover the tracks and confuse whoever might follow. Jake’s not the only one tracking you.
He speeds up, silent now. If someone knows that he’s close by, who knows what they’d do. A branch snaps and he breaks into a run, his heartbeat pounding in his chest. He can’t believe he was stupid enough to let you run off by yourself.
The second that he spots dark clothing through the trees, his gun is in his hand and the safety is off. He gets closer, close enough to see where you end and this person starts. He’s kneeling over you with a knife to your throat. If Jake pulls the trigger, this guy could flinch and you’re gone.
But you spot Jake coming. You see him standing there, gun raised, and you know what to do. You grab the hand holding the knife and twist his wrist backwards, throwing your body in the opposite direction. The shot rings out next to your ear, making your ears ring.
Before you know it, Jake’s scooping you into his arms, checking you for any injuries. “You’re okay, right? — Did he hurt you? Look, at me, did he hurt you?”
You’re staring at his face, eyes brimming with tears.
“Stop, I’m fine, stop it.” You brush the tears hurriedly away and inhale, resting your hand against your stomach. “I need you on my side about this. We’re going to need you.”
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