A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
Fiiiiiinally getting to the kiss ask! Jake + 25 + 42 pleaseeeee 😍😍😍 Love you, my Starry Squirrel!
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The sputtering flames of the bonfire inches from your feet send ripples of light over you as you sit on a clear bit of driftwood with a marshmallow obediently roasting on a skewer clutched precisely in your hand. You're not sure when it happened, but when you look up after sandwiching a perfectly roasted marshmallow between graham crackers and chocolate, none of your friends are around the flickering flames anymore. You've been left alone with the one person you've been warned against being with, the one person who honestly hasn't wanted anything to do with you since you came to North Island. He's draped lazily on a beach towel, every dip in his muscles highlighted by the orange-red firelight.
"So, you like s'mores, huh, little one?" Your mouth is stuffed full of gooey sweetness and rich chocolate when his voice takes you by surprise. You nearly choke on your bite as you struggle to chew and swallow as fast as you can.
"Yeah, I do." Your smile is shy as you nibble on what's left of your s'more.
"What about them do you like?" He sounds genuinely interested in what you're going to say.
You're not sure why you're interacting with him, especially when you should know better. "They're the perfect summer treat! Sweet and caramelized, crisp and melty. It helps that I probably only eat a couple a year."
"Would you make one for me?" When you turn to the side, you're surprised to see Jake sitting beside you.
"I didn't think someone who looks like you would ever eat something as sweet and unhealthy." Your voice is whisper-soft as you skewer a marshmallow onto the skewer and hold it in the flames.
"Everybody's gotta have a little sugar in their lives, Sugar." The pet name makes your skin feel hot, and your cheeks flush.
"Isn't that right?" He's so close to you that you can feel the heat of his breath against your lips.
Your nod is an aborted half-movement as his lips tenderly cover your own. The kiss tastes like sweet marshmallows and bitter chocolate melding with something you can barely distinguish, something that sets your heart ablaze. The marshmallow slips from its skewer, hanging limply from your hand, sending the scent of bitter sugar spiraling through the air. Combined with the scent of his cologne, you can't help your soft moan. You're starved for breath when he pulls away. By the time you catch your breath, Jake's already pressed another marshmallow to the skewer and positioned your hand so it's in the flames.
"See, little one? I knew you'd be the sweetest of all." When the other Daggers get back, you're on opposite ends of the fire with one perfectly toasted s'more in Jake's big hand.
