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London || JTK

18+MDNI

LONDON SERIES MASTERPOST

Paring: asshole!Jakexreader(f)

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I can’t even tell y’all how nervous I am; this is my first fic AND the first smut I’ve ever written. I’m a Third Eye Blind freak and just generally think this song is one of the sexiest songs in existence so naturally I knew I wanted to write this fic. Big big love and thank you’s for my editor @tommie-gvf. I loved writing this so much and didn’t think it could get any better until I saw everyone’s reactions.❤️‍🩹

I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and am very open to criticism. Pretty please tell me what you think!

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

Content Warnings || swearing, alcohol consumption, party setting, toxic relationship, jealousy, over possession, verbal aggression, slight physical aggression, big angst, graphic sexual depictions

Kink Content || dom(m) and sub(f) shift, [semi] public sex, dirty talk; praise & [public] degradation, sadism, zelophilia, katoptronophilia, daddy kink, slight impact play, nipple play, dry humping, hand job, ejaculation(f), oral sex(f receiving), penetrational sex

Word Count || 8.3k+

*disclaimer - I have no idea how to write any European, reader’s origin is up for interpretation*

You continue to refresh your phone screen in hopes that it will load a new message or maybe even reveal a glitch.

“You know,” your best friend, Claire, aspires to tempt you back to reality, “that guy hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we got here, right?”

A hum in acknowledgment of her bait is the only thing your split attention will allow as you proceed in refreshing your messages. Even going as far to restart your phone.

“He's kind of cute,” you return another hum as she sings further, “like really cute.”

“Go on then, have a go,” you try to push her self-assigned matchmaking duties back on her.

You have no choice but to be shoved back into the rumbustious surroundings of the overpopulated flat party as your phone is suddenly ripped from your hands. Claire raises it above her head not even bothering to investigate what might be holding you hostage. She is well aware of your antics.

“Please don’t tell me you're texting him again,” she lifts the device higher as you futilely lunge for it.

“He said he was coming,” you begin to gather a defense, “but I haven’t gotten a response since I sent the address… maybe hold my phone a bit higher?”

Claire lets out a monstrous groan of frustration and rolls her eyes, “You really are helpless!”

“I know,” you repine and give her your best pleading puppy dog eyes and hold two starving hands out in front of you.

Begrudgingly she gives in, slamming your phone against your awaiting palms. As soon as your phone is back in your possession you return to refreshing your messages. All in vain of course.

Whenever Jake was in London he always visited you, sometimes even flying you out to whatever part of Europe his show was in or just because he wanted to see you. A trail of one night stands that became ritual.

The nights always started out modest, the two of you innocently traipsing about parties and bars accompanied by his brothers. You would all share drinks and stories for hours, belly laughing until you were ceased by sore ribs, as if you had all been friends for decades.

Nevertheless without fail, as the drinks poured further so did Jake’s appetite for you. He'd always shadow you with some kind of seemingly harmless touch; a hand on the small of your back progressed into squeezing your knee and then thigh, to tugging you into him by the waist when he was made uncomfortable or wanted to share a secret amongst chaotic surroundings.

One by one, his brothers would slowly fade out; Sam first, then Danny, and Josh was always the last to let the party die, taking it with him when he went. From that point, the evenings between you and Jake would morph into a primitive and sensual burn. Teasing and tearing at each other until the two of you eventually spent the rest of your night curled around the other. Once again, darting back to your guarded bubble of shy soft intimacy; neither of you willing to accept it was different from anything else anyone made you feel. Time spent together was something the both of you always rushed through days for, memories neatly placed in a treasure chest of beloved keepsakes when it was over.

But lately, it was different. Something brittle and bitter had blossomed. Jake had gotten only bigger and busier. Sometimes, he’d pule about missing you so naturally you’d beg to see him. He’d send beautiful trinkets and fine clothing from whatever part of the world he was in that next week to ineffectively make up for his absence no token would ever emulate.

Though you are elated for him, you are also acutely aware of your need to move on in order to outrun the pining tidal wave that threatens to swallow you whole. You’d tried before, but no man was Jake. And seeing you with other men only spelled him into an envious fit. A sight that tormented you both, the other too afraid to cry out as nothing was ever set in stone.

So instead you’d go to war over some irrelative thing and he’d ultimately swear on his beloved he didn’t give a shit about you and when or if he’d see you again; only to gift you some pretty peace offering in amends to offset the vigorous cycle once again.

Like a vinyl record against the needle, the two of you are going round and round the same circle; different songs, same sonic. You know if the pattern continues, you are slowly headed towards the dead wax. You hope tonight will mend the broken pieces between you as he vowed he’d come to spoil you a few weeks ago.

“You need to cut him off,” Claire has stated her stance on the situationship brazenly before, “all he does is treat you like shit. He entertains you from a distance and keeps you waiting until he wants to get his dick wet.”

Having been through this debate with her many times, you only frown and exhale, “It's not like that and you know it.”

She mirrors your disapproval, “Isn’t it?”

Just as you are forming your rebuttal your phone buzzes in your hands; confiscating your ability to exist anywhere other than your screen. It might as well have looked like you were going to dial 9-9-9 the way you dementedly scramble to open your phone.

JAKE:

Hey, angel. Sorry, I got stuck at this dive with my brothers and now they don’t want to leave. I think we’re just going to spend the rest of the night here. Maybe I’ll catch you next time?

You had not been enjoying your time at this party. You had been ignoring your best friend. You had been ignoring cute flirty strangers. You had been exuberantly anticipating Jake’s company tonight for months. All to be left on read, pathetically pining for hours now. All to be stood up by the man.

Your chest bursts with flames of mortified resentment, fueled by his impudence. Irate does not even scratch the surface of how your heart pounds. Your blood is scalding, skin scorching.

Jake made you feel stupid yet again.

Your face must give you away before you can even get out a word of impertinence as you look up from the insolent text to see Claire smugly sipping her drink.

A knowing smirk spreads viral across her face, “He's not coming, is he?”

The last thing you want to do is tell her bitch ass she is right in your state of red. Instead, you offer her a question you know will sate her pride without feeding on your wounds.

A vengeful grin takes hold of you “Cute stranger checking me out, you mentioned?”

You have never seen her look so pleased with herself as she nods in the direction of a man at the end of the bar whose gaze you hold.

There is no way you are going to let this night go to waste. Not after Jake made such a desperate-looking fool out of you.

You decide if he is going to ignore you it's going to be his loss, not yours. You are not going to let him waste your time and you are definitely not going to let him take your fun.

You throw your most alluring eyes and innocent smile at the stranger and wave him over. He returns the greeting and calls some indiscernible phrases out to the bartender before receiving three drinks and walking over to your table.

He is tall, dark, and handsome. The complete opposite of Jake. A promise of great distraction.

He sets the three drinks down at your table pushing two glasses of what he claims to be screwdrivers towards Claire and yourself. He then proceeds to introduce himself as Hunter through an almost seemingly painful giant smile.

You can’t help but compare it to your favorite pretty and childlike grin Jake always wore, a sight you ache for.

You cordially engage in small talk with him, asking and answering the procedural, “Where are you from?”, “What do you do?”, and “What do you like to do?”; fitting in the occasional desirous glances and seemingly innocent yet lingering touches when appropriate.

He is definitely funny, but not witty and satirical like Jake’s humor; undeniably intelligent, but not in the philosophical and existential sense like Jake.

You mentally berate yourself for still thinking about a guy who is obviously not thinking about you when Hunter clutches your hand, ripping you from your dissociation.

He points towards the middle of the flat where you see multiple people frolicking about, “Do you want to dance?”

Why the hell not? You throw back the rest of your drink and smirk wide in response. This seems to oddly appease Hunter but you think nothing of it as you feel yourself being towed to the make-shift dance floor.

At first, the movements are modest, just an adventurous activity between acquaintances. But after a few songs, you feel the alcohol rid you of your inhibitions, most likely against your better judgment, but at this moment you can’t seem to wrap your fingers around any care if you tried.

You grind and tangle yourself up with this man you hardly know. He seems into it and you are blissfully swept away from your afflictions, a win-win. So what is the harm?

As soon as the thought has come and gone, you feel it; an overwhelming perilous sensation of being surveilled. You turn your attention over to where you had left Claire at your table to see her deeply engaged in conversation with Josh.

Fuck. Where there is a Josh there is most certainly a Jake.

You whirl towards the flat’s bar to lock eyes with the source of the sinister stare; an infuriated Jake leaning against the countertop, arms crossed. He holds your gaping stare with a blistering nostril-flared one of his own, licking over his salient bottom lip into that bewitching pout and clenching his jaw.

A small part of you threatens to collapse under guilt as if you have been caught doing something wrong. But you find the majority of you seethes under a new tantalizing flame, devouring any clemency present.

Almost drunk off of this new power dynamic; finally, you have the upper hand and Jake is the one squirming. Of course, you want Jake over this clown any day of the week but he had made you wait almost all night, he can definitely handle a few more minutes.

You spin, now facing towards Jake’s beaming acrimony from the bar, allowing him a full access view to you commandeering one of Hunter's hands connected to the small of your back and slowly guiding him down to your ass, the other to your waist. You press your backside against his pelvis and his hips follow, grinding in the motions of your own.

You stretch upward as high behind you as you can, sinking your fingers into Hunter’s thick black curls. Just to sell it, you showmanly lean your head back against Hunter’s shoulder and whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he leans down into you.

You glance up at your petulant victim to see Jake roll his eyes and throw his head back in a deriding chuckle before he slams down the rest of his pint. Jake is most certainly under your spell.

You tell yourself that each song with Hunter is the last dance until you’re unsure how many have passed. Any concept of time you own is completely suspended in the delicious way Jake looks when he is hungry to devour what he can’t have, and in this moment it happens to be you.

Abruptly, you feel yourself being swept towards the nearest wall and your face being tilted up towards Hunter’s as he cranes his mouth down to meet yours.

It is nice. Pleasurable for sure. He is definitely a good kisser, but again all you can bring yourself to think of is Jake’s perfectly pink pouty lips pressed against yours.

There is no point in tormenting Jake if you are just as miserable.

As you are about to break away from the stale kiss, Hunter’s weight that is pinning you up against the wall unexpectedly falters, sending you fumbling to the floor. You attempt to regain your balance but the room is slightly spinning, a likely side effect from the alcohol in your bloodstream. You might have questioned it having only had a drink or two if your focus wasn’t currently employed by figuring your way back to vertical.

A hand makes its way into your line of sight, offering to help you up. You swat away the aid, recognizing it as Jake’s. He huffs and shakes his head vexed. Jake brings himself closer to the whirling stack of bones that you are on the floor and tenaciously claps his rangy hands around your waist; making a show to assign his fingers in the exact arrangement where Hunter’s had just been. He devoutly springs you to your feet as if you'd rehearsed the move. As soon as you gain your footing you step back from Jake and dust yourself off, despite landing on a clean floor.

You inspect your crumbs of clues; the boys glaring at each other and at the brink of verbal warfare. You arrive at the conclusion that a fuming Jake had let all restraint dissipate as he shoved Hunter off of you in his impulsive fit.

“Why don’t you go find some other victim to slam into a wall,” Jake snarls, “she’s had enough for tonight.”

“She didn’t seem to have a problem when she was dancing all over me,” Hunter shoots back genuinely confused, “are you supposed to be her boyfriend or something?”

You race to interject, “He is not,” addressing Hunter but then throw your finger in Jake’s face, “and you have no right-”

Hunter takes one big territorial step to cleat himself between you and your oppressor. An exasperated Jake scowls at your fictitious defender and back to you, his features melting into a sickened sight as if to ask if you are really going to allow him to be vilified as the threat.

Of course protection from Jake is the last thing you will ever need. He could say whatever he’d like but Jake will never lay a harmful finger to you.

However, the hunt makes the game. You subtly shrug at Jake and let the mens’ egos carry out your dirty work.

Hunter sets his fist on Jake’s sternum in an attempt to get him to step back, “Mate, she doesn’t seem to be into it so why don’t you give us some space.”

This is the trigger that detonates the antagonized man just in front of your human shield.

“Oh trust me, mate,” he mimics Hunter in an explosion, the shrapnel riding your blood to your cheeks, “when I say I happen to know what the little slut is into and it is definitely not-” Jake is cut off by a panicky Josh now stepping in between the two before Jake can say anything he can’t take back.

Josh seems to instruct his detesting brother through glances. You always find it hard to properly digest a situation with the appropriate amount of severity when the twins begin conversing with mere facial expressions.

It only lasts for a second or two before Jake refixes his glare towards Hunter. Mirroring Jake, Josh returns to Hunter with an antsy smile and places a friendly hand on his barely-reachable shoulder, as if he is about to deliver bad news.

“Sorry about him,” he starts to mediate, motioning towards his fuming twin he shrugs and chuckles nervously, “tequila makes him aggressive.”

You almost giggle at Josh’s flamboyant rescue. He is a detail oriented man who is verbally quick on his feet. He usually paints pictures you can not poke holes in. So you know he must be distraught or drunk as you hadn't even seen Jake drink an ounce of liquor since he arrived.

However, Hunter doesn’t seem quite as amused as he slaps Josh's hand off and grunts, “Whatever, I don’t do crazy exes anyway.”

He insincerely waves you off and facetiously blows Jake a kiss in one last satirical jab before sauntering off, dematerializing amongst the crowd.

Jake now recoils from Josh’s touch and waits for him to vanish as well. However, Josh’s sight seeks you and bears a disapproving nod, warning you to behave in a glower. For a split second, you forget he is a twin as his protective demeanor is all that of a vigilant elder sibling.

Nevertheless, Josh makes his way back to where he had been so unnecessarily interrupted and dragged away from Claire.

Your attention gravitates to Jake in daggers. Before you can form any thoughts or strategy, venom goes flying past your lips, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jake swivels his head around, slightly panicking at all the partygoers that had stopped party going to sightsee this freak show. He never likes to be the center of attention unless he has six strings and a fretboard under his fingers.

Nimbly, he leads you by the arm into the nearby bathroom and slams the door shut.

You throw your arms out in confusion, “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

He fires back, “No, just my patience with you!”

The room is small enough now that his scent circulates and the offensive smell of beer and bourbon attacks your senses; which explains his uncharacteristic boldness.

“Shit, Jake, you smell like a fucking brewery,” you spit out.

He seems to grasp how sloppy he let himself get. Your words siphon a hint of sobriety as he takes a deep breath and now speaks to you with a much more repealed approach.

You can tell he is still upset but is focusing on his convictions for the moment, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.”

He hesitates, “And I’m sorry- I have no idea why I called you slut- I didn’t mean-”

You are nearly swept away by the sweet breeze of your angelic Jake; the one that trips over his words when he gets excited and loves to take on whimsical personas of his own invention. Jake that is present and kind, even at the end of the night. But just like a fleeting breeze, you easily withstand his charms.

He may have found his composure but you certainly did not, not that you want to, “I’m fine, Jacob! Want to explain whatever the shit that was?!”

Any remorse present in his tone abandons him, “Oh please, you wanted that! I could see it all over your face while you were messing with that prick. I don’t even know why I'm surprised. You’re like a child who throws a fucking fit. The moment I don't do or tell you exactly what you want you go throw yourself into the arms of some random no-good fuck. I knew you were with him as soon as you went radio silent.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You’re almost suspicious of the blank canvas he’s left for you to fill in with logic; he’s usually ten points ahead when debating, never speaking a vulnerable statement for someone to collapse before him. You are almost hesitant to ask the question.

Your hand finds your hip as a means to reinforce your interrogation, “That’s just it, isn’t it? You don’t own me, Jake! So what if I was dancing with Hunter?”

He rolls his eyes and growls at the mention of his name. If Jake were an ounce more theatrical you swear he would have gagged too.

You cross your arms and lean into the balls of your feet as you sharpen your questions, knowing you have him trapped, “If you knew, why did you even show up then? Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything?”

He blurts out way too quickly to disguise any aloofness, “I don’t care!”

Jake immediately throws his head back in defeat and groans, crumbling under further rumination of your questions, as if they frustrate him as much as they do you, “I don’t know! You just- It kills me to see you- sometimes- you make me so-”

He is struggling to articulate his thoughts without making himself look like the blatant asshole, but you see right through it.

You, however, have no problem spitting the word out. In fact, it progresses the igneous tension between the two of you into a delicious sweltering burn.

You dangle the word right in front of him just to watch him squirm, “Jealous?”

The accusation furrows his brow and tightens his shoulders.

If you didn’t know any better, his sudden dark tone would have you red with shame for such an accusation, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, kitten, you haven’t even seen jealousy. Go fuck that guy for all I care.”

You giggle and raise a slanderous eyebrow, soundlessly challenging his overtly bogus defense. Your defiance vacillates Jake back to his munition.

He charges towards you, his footsteps following the alignment of his pointer finger swinging in your direction, “What the fuck are you smiling at- You know what?! Fuck this and fuck you! You always do this. Always getting me into more trouble than I bargain for.”

Jake is growling in fragments now, growing taller with every step he takes drawing in towards you, surrendering to your gravity.

“This isn’t me! I’m not this person who gets jealous and fights with strangers at a party,” he gestures his clenched fists towards you, arms length away now, “And I don’t like being angry with you!”

Jake corners you between the wall and a stall, yet his rushing commute ceases to falter, “And what’s worse is I actually think you enjoy this! You must get off on this! I think you want to see me lose my mind!”

Jake is close enough that you are now confronted by the moles that cradle his right jaw, the charming silver starting to streak from his temples, the sculpt in the cartilage of his prominent nose, the slight uneven curl of his upper lip and the barely there freckles that line the ample lower. Details no camera could capture and no screaming fan could ever have knowledge of; intimate details one would ever amass without his admission.

If he moves any closer he would have to kiss you. He scolded you for getting worked up off his anger when he was doing the exact same thing. The worst part being you aren’t even sure if he has caught on to this rage-driven gravitation between the two of you. His face reads, “Caution, stay away,” but his body is imploring you to take care of him. He is right where you want him, giving you all the power once again.

He resumes waving his finger at you and stiffly pokes your collarbone. He opens his mouth to make another point but his words never deliver themselves. You see his very thoughts dematerialize as he touches your buzzing skin.

He doesn’t even lift his finger from you, just lets it fall to the start of your breasts, making your chest heave. He subconsciously presses his body to yours; so close you catch his erratic breaths on your lips.

You hastily retort while he is distracted, “That’s pretty amusing considering you're the asshole that ruined my night, not the other way around, slut.”

He rakes the pad of his finger still connected to you, up your clavicle till it rests at the top of your outermost prominent neck muscle, delicately wrapping the rest of his digits around your throat once he runs out of room. He sinks further into your orbit so that he is now hovering just above your features.

“Look at you, just begging for someone to put you in your place,” he rasps out, ever so slightly applying a teasing pressure to reduce your air flow.

Collecting yourself enough to stream your words out in a lazy river, you dare taunt the feral man that holds your next breath between his fingers, “Look at you, Jacob, absolutely rabid with jealousy.”

“I’ve had it with your little attitude,” his hand delectably contorts further around your throat in a fit of conniption as he roars through clenched teeth, “look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fucking drag me here to make me jealous.”

“Bite me, Jake,” you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

You expect him to snap at you, to reprimand you for your insubordination. However, to your surprise he laps one long stripe from the corner of your pout to the start of your cheekbone. The action expels your nerves into shock; a shudder slithers its way up your spine.

Jake sighs against the shell of your ear, “Is that why you’re being such a little fucking brat? You just want me to bite you, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Your only response is a whimper as a crackling heat awakes between your thighs and your hips grind into Jake on their own accord; giving him the only answer he needs.

Satiated by your feedback, Jake nearly moans at regaining the upper hand, “I swear- and why should I even care, kitten?”

You urgently squeal, struggling against your constricting airway, “Because it’s your fault! I’ve never craved attention until you did this to me!”

Cocking his head to the side to purport the appearance of a disapproving analysis, he mocks your need, “How did we end up like this, beautiful? We are absolutely no good for each other.”

You don’t bother devising a clever response, knowing he’s already decided to give you what you want.

He clenches his jaw and runs his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, twisting the pink muscle into the crevices of his molars, “It’s rude to stare, kitten. Do I need to teach you how to use that pretty smart mouth of yours?”

You only bat your eyes at him, your expressionless face waiting for what you know comes next.

He raises an eyebrow at you, impatient for some response and mutters, “Say something.”

A shit-eating grin sneaks its way onto your face, “Don’t forget to lock the door, babyboy.”

Jake’s once kind eyes grow dark to an absolutely immoral shade of lust. Heedlessly, his lips crash against yours, the sensation you’ve fantasized about since the last time his mouth deserted yours. He tastes of bourbon and peaches.

He slips his hands around your ass and hauls you up to straddle his waist. You wrap your legs around him as he staggers towards the door lock as you instructed, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you long enough to complete the task first.

Jake places you on the sink and protestingly pries himself back from you, as if starving for more but looking at you was a vital duty he must perform.

His eyes plot you up and down, infatuated with this strand of you, reserved only for him. You don’t have to say a word for Jake to know what happens when he’s away; the way you move for him confesses everything he is already aware of. He is the only one capable of having you completely and utterly vulnerable and unguarded and unadulterated. Animalistically yourself.

For the first time tonight, Jake’s pretty pout draws back in a genuine smile for you; a giddy fool and his favorite fix.

He gracefully reaches to untie your wrap blouse and it falls to your sides, uncurtaining your heaving breasts. He hums in satisfaction of your physique.

Jake lightly places his hands on your knees and observes as his fingers featherly dance upon your thighs, only to stop and squeeze into the thick of them until he leaves white imprints. He curls into you, Jake’s perpetually exposed chest rubbing against your newly bare nipples, extracting a hiss from you.

Your core already weeps with need.

The hungry man burrows his face into your neck but stops right before his lips meet your skin, knowing you desperately need his mouth.

He teases you with a tickling whisper, “Fuck- I missed you. They don’t make girls like you in Nashville.”

The ribbing huff of his breath makes you shudder.

You press your hand against his hip, slide it down the curve of his thigh and inward till you map out his hard length through his pants, “I can see, you poor thing.”

Your movement draws a low growl from him in your ear, “Fuck- You see what you do to me, kitten? You see all the problems you cause me?”

You begin to palm him through his clothes and feign out a bratty whine, “Yes, but we always have such a good time, don’t we Jakey?”

Jake begins to eat at your neck while you continue to caress him until he moves down and out of your reach.

He plots out your clavicle, licking down your sternum through the valley of your peaking breasts; delaying his journey to lap one of your nipples into his warm salacious mouth as he gropes the other in his lanky hand. A few mumbled swears fall from you as Jake begins to venture in biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh of your breasts, soothing each spot with candied kisses afterwards.

“Shit- just when I thought these perfect tits couldn’t get any prettier. An absolutely breathtaking sight with my bitemarks,” he pants.

Jake’s mouth resumes its migration south to your goosebump ridden thighs. He sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass, resting his elbows against the corners of the sink for balance as he lowers the rest of his body to accommodate the angle of your glistening center.

His mouth now takes purchase of where his fingertips had just deserted your thighs, kissing away the residual sting; closer and closer to your entrance till his head vanishes, canopied in between your skirt and legs. You feel the heat of his huffing through the lace of your panties. The sensation alone is enough to make you whine with need. Jake then bites into the material of your damp thong, sampling your arousal as he tugs your underwear to the side using his teeth. Jake plants his lips to yours in a row of delicate kisses, making you quiver with anticipation.

“Wider,” he growls out the demand.

You lean back to let your bare shoulder blades rest against the ice cold mirror behind you in order to grant him better access to your wetness. Jake is entranced as he gapes at how the chill glass spells you to hiss and clench around nothing.

He takes a deep inhale of you and slots the tip of his nose against your entrance. In one agonizingly slow movement he reclines his head so that his nose flits over your aching clit as he sticks out the flat of his tongue to follow the lewd trail.

You open your mouth to sing his praises but all that comes out is his name in a hiccuping squeak.

He then wraps his ample lips around your throbbing clit and nimbly sucks it into the warm plush of his mouth, swirling his velvety tongue around your bud.

The deed elicits a piteous wail to escape you and the confiscation of any remaining control over your restless limbs. Your hips involuntarily swing forward, seeking more of his mouth.

He rewards you with a swift smack against your thigh, “Easy,” he begins to plant light kisses on your entrance, “needy little thing today, aren’t you?”

Having not fully removed his mouth from you, the vibrations of his teasing words sends unexpected ripples of titillation humming through you, instigating your reeling squirms further, “Relax, kitten. I know how to take care of you. I know what you need.”

He finally unlatches his other hand from your ass. You hadn’t even registered the delicious sting of his fingers over the imperious pleasure of his mouth; a pain promising to blossom into pretty hues of purples, blues, and greens.

He delineates the curve of your thigh with his fingertips, finally fluttering over your entrance. Impatiently, he hikes your skirt up to bunch at your waist. He savagely yanks your lace underwear down and over your ankles, not even bothering to wait for you to adjust to help slip the material off. He looks to you with a seemingly innocent goofy grin as he pockets his newly pillaged treasure.

You roll your eyes and press your lips together to stifle your obvious giggle. In a feigned offense, Jake snatches your ankles in his grasp to reestablish his authority and your attention. Slowly, he lifts your legs to settle your thighs around his shoulders, careful not to throw off your balance on the porcelain counter.

You lock your ankles around him as his hands pet up your legs and wrap around your thighs to bore into your flesh. Jake reintroduces his mouth to your soaking entrance, sloppily devouring your nectar.

Though pleasing, you know he is holding out on you. Jake loves to hear you beg; for you to pray for what you know he can’t help but give you.

“Jake, more,” you demand despite knowing it will land void.

He immediately ceases his feed and arrogantly reminds you of your place, “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders now, are you kitten?”

Mourning the loss of his mouth, you choke on a sob, “No, Jake!”

He tenderly begins to brush his digits along your skin, “That’s right, but I happen to know that pretty mouth sings a lot lovelier than she barks.”

He moves one of his thumbs to circle over your swollen clit as incentive, making his compulsion undeniable.

You desperately pant out your pleas, “Please- Shit- Please, Jake. I need- Jake- Fuck- fingers?”

“Sorry, baby, you’re not making any sense,” he terrorizes you now, stretching a free digit from your bud to tease your entrance.

You manage to piece together your needs enough to satisfy him, “Jake- please, I need your fingers- need them inside me- I need to soak them- please, baby?”

Your scandalous words draw a sweet moan from him. The vivacious grant of your request tells you he can’t stand to make you wait any longer.

He begins pumping his middle and ring finger inside you, making you mewl his name.

He once again envelopes your clit in his lips and begins to suck and lap you towards ecstasy. You feel the euphoric tension strain your abdomen as Jake curls his fingers around the spot he always seems to effortlessly discover.

“Fuck- Jake don’t stop- please- please don’t stop,” your voice reaches the high pitch only he brings it to.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, you sound too pretty with my fingers inside you to deny,” he coos against your sensitive clit.

Jake’s lustful praises send you into an orgasmic haze as your walls squeeze around his fingers and back arches away from the mirror.

As he feels you getting close, Jake begins to coach you, “Relax for me, beautiful. Can you relax that pretty pussy for me?”

You inventory only enough coherency to wantonly moan, indicating your process of his demand.

“Good girl, that's it. Just breathe and take it,” his praises coerce you into obedience.

Even though every endorphin in your body is imploring you to writhe at Jake’s touch, you do your best to relax and breathe as he ordered. You relent to Jake’s fingers, allowing him to caress into a new spot, a fresh wave of sensitivity finding you.

He knows he’s found the place as soon as you squeal his name in response. He begins to violently fuck deep into you with his hand, pumping in and out of you, his fingertips catching his new target every time, catapulting you into your orgasm. You're consumed by white heat as you soar through your ecstasy.

You’ve cleared through your orgasm yet oddly the tension in your abdomen is not alleviated but is now twice as constricting.

Jake never ceases to send his fingers in and out of you at a furious pace and the pressure that builds is of a different class, requiring your whole body to participate in your release. Where he was once babying his mark, he is now assaulting it; his digits curling into you with every pump. The sloppy sounds of Jake finger fucking you grows louder with every stroke.

His lips swallow your clit, slurping you into his mouth for safekeeping, sending you into overdrive as you approach this new release. Your pussy begins to convulse and contract around Jake but he drives into you faster still.

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me. I’ve missed having you on my tongue,” his words barely make their way into your consciousness.

Your vision begins to black out as your eyes roll back and your slick sprays his face and coats his hands.

Yet, Jake refuses to cease his assault. Your climax builds within you so tight, it rips its way out of you. Your cunt expels a deluge of liquids and continues to pour into Jake’s hand with every dizzying clench of your cunt. Again. Again. And again. Until you are downpour, trickling past his wrist and onto the tile floor.

“Fucking shit- Jacob- don’t stop- I can’t- I’m still cumming- Ja- Baby- Jacob,” your voice melodically crashes and breaks against waves of rasping screams and swearing whimpers louder still, floating off somewhere in oblivion.

Jake thinks it's the most beautiful you’ve ever sounded. Your body finally gives, and you collapse back against the mirror behind the sink. After a few seconds you peek your eyes open to see the mess you made.

He pulls away from you to stand once again and observes his glistening hand in a gaping awe, unphased by your cum dripping down his chin.

“I love when you do that,” he mutters more to himself than you as he slurps your elixir from his own limb.

He isn’t even touching you but the pornagraphic sight reels a moan from you.

“Does my beautiful girl want a taste of her own orgasm?”

He places his fingers along your lips, waiting for your consent. You stick your tongue out and he slides his digits up along the textured muscle until you stifle a slight gag; the veins that decorate his knuckles pressing into your top lip.

He pulls your mouth closer to his with his fingers, slipping them out just before he slides his tongue between your lips; you further taste your glaze as he licks into your mouth.

He impatiently pulls away from you with a hungry groan and scatters to undo his belt. His pants fall to his ankles, his normally hidden curves now visible; a delectable sight you will never grow tired of. His physique is appetizingly curvier than most men and the very view made your dripping pussy flutter without remedy.

Jake catches your ravenous stare and arrogantly quips, “See something you like, kitten?”

Rather than respond, you greedily grab at him and slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You tug him closer along with the material and shimmy it down to liberate his hard painfully pink penis.

“I missed you too,” you run a finger over his leaking tip, causing his head to roll back in a hiss, “and this pretty cock.”

In one swift movement, you quickly gather your remaining arousal on his face in your free hand and reach down to slather his throbbing dick. You lay messy open mouth kisses along his jaw and neck as you now lightly pump him in your hand.

“Fuck- you’re so hot,” Jake rasps out at the loss of composure; his mouth slacks agape as you continue to jerk him off.

You move your hand to flick at his head and his features further melt in bliss.

“Slow down,” he whimpers, ”I want to be dripping down your thighs, not your hand,” his statement demands your submission.

You can tell Jake is unraveling fast as he starts twitching in your fingers. He is close until he obstinately pulls you away from him by the wrist.

You pout out an apology and he relocates your hands around his shoulders, and grabs your waist as he paints your cheek with open mouth kisses. His tongue works a long stripe behind your ear and sucks your lobe into his mouth.

He speaks through teeth clenched around your cartilage, “You always misbehave like such a brat, but underneath it all my girl is just a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

His intimate words alone render you to a din of pitiful mutters and swears.

You feel him begin to press his hard cock into the thick of your thigh, involuntarily pursuing relief, “You just need someone who knows what you are, hmm? Knows what you need?”

You praise and beg as your center is reintroduced to that familiar ache, “Jake, please. You know what I need.”

The sensation of Jake grinding himself against your leg dissolves all restraint. You try to buck your hips towards him in search of what you want most, but he doesn’t let you succeed. Jake arrests your waist to push you further back onto the sink.

He snickers at your cupidity, “What a greedy little slut. Just came a fucking mess and you already want more.”

You stroke his ego with hopes flattery will seduce him, “Yes- I’m a glutton for you, please, Jake?”

You scoot back up to the edge of the sink and grab at him; mad for his touch.

Instead, your ambition is requited with a stinging smack to your cunt as he bellows the command, “Sit still! I’m not going to tell you again.”

You can’t help the fearless groan that echoes throughout the small room.

He bitterly miffs, “Yea? Should have thought about that before you were fucking around with that shit for brains?”

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you gravel, growing more impatient by the second that you can’t feel him.

Your insincere words purchase you no spoils as he taunts you further, “Good- You have no idea. I wanted to break his fucking nose wide open! What was his name again, sweet thing?”

Before you can fashion any remark, he yanks you to teeter on the end of the countertop once again. Jake, shaft in hand, drives his throbbing tip just past your lips, and flicks himself against your sensitive clit.

Your knuckles grip white against the corners of the porcelain struggling to remain in place as you whimper gibberish, “Fuck- Jake- I- MMM- fuck-”

“Look at my good sweet girl, so cock drunk she can’t even remember the pawn she was using to make me jealous a few minutes ago,” he smugly croons.

He featherly runs his fingers through the tresses of your hair. As he smooths down your mane you cave into his touch.

“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” his words drip with scorn, “it killed me. You deserve better because you’re my good girl.”

Lining himself up to press into your labia, he docks his forehead against your clavicle to look down at his toying with you. Slightly arching forward, his pink head only just glides past your entrance.

You are teetering over the line of ditzy, Jake’s tantalizing quips being the only tether before you are too far gone, “What a filthy slut? Playing dirty to get Daddy’s attention?”

Any remaining composure flees from you as the name is growled against your skin and you immediately call it back to him, “Shit- I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me?!”

One hand still residing in your hair, he tugs by the root to guide your ear to his open mouth, “Well you’ve got my attention now, my sweet little fucked out thing.”

Without warning, Jake mercilessly thrusts himself inside you to the hilt. You slap your hand over your mouth to silence the obscene wails tearing through you.

Jake promptly rips your hand away, “Don’t you fucking dare. I want everyone to hear my little cock drunk slut sing.”

Without granting you an opportunity to adjust to his girth, he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to plunge himself all the way back in, driving into that magical spot.

Just as that illustrious need grows in your stomach, Jake pulls out completely. You don’t have the opportunity to protest before he gathers you from off the countertop and twists you around towards your reflection. He gingerly presses his touch into the protruding shape of your shoulder blade, lightly ushering you to lean over the slab of the counter. You surrender to Jake’s decree, not willing to risk your orgasm.

Jake finds your fucked out gaze through the mirror and faintly adjures, “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You know better than to mistake his lowly tone for submission. You lean your weight on your elbows as you settle against the sink and raise your head to take in every detail as Jake begins fuck into you from behind.

His pace starts off moderate, but every stroke pierces deep. Your eyes are spellbound by the vision of his pelvic bone slamming into your ass with every harsh swing of his hips.

You do your best to keep your eyes visible as his rhythm picks up, but inevitably your head hangs limp, dizzy from your approaching high. You resign from your efforts once he begins to rock into you faster, burying himself further in your cunt.

You are compensated by a half-lidded Jake forcing your head back up by your chin, “Nah-uh. Look at me, baby.”

You manage to anchor your head where Jake repositioned it, but you are helpless to the way your eyes roll back as he swivels his hips rutting into that sweet spot. Jake grants you exoneration as your walls tighten around his twitching cock, indicating you are close.

Your every muscle trembles as you are abraded by your final orgasm. You're too far gone in your trance. You babble a gibbered language of swears and crying moans as you give into the chemical release.

“Just one more for me, babygirl, you can take it,” he hushes you.

You are strung back from your trip by the stutter of Jake’s hips and hiccuping moans. He is close. You see him tire as he curls around you, his panting grunts tickling your skin.

“Come on, baby,” you root for him despite your own overstimulation, “fuck me full. Want it so bad.”

You are captivated by the reflection of his features contorting under bliss as he fights to keep his hips in motion. You roll your hips to follow Jake’s strokes as his high suspends his stamina.

His eyes roll back as he begins to convulse, his dick jerking inside you. He releases, his lewd moan of absolute venery graces your ears as he empties himself inside you, coating your pulsing walls.

Jake goes limp, briefly taking refuge against your backside as he catches his breath and you come down from your highs together. He lazily litters your skin with kisses wherever his lips can reach.

He sighs against your spine, “Fuck- you’re magnificent. Absolutely electric.”

He wills himself to stand vertical, tugging his pants back in place over his hips before he eases you upright. Assisting you with his steady grip on your pelvis, the steamy skin of his lithe chest sticks to your backside. He wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady as your knees buckle upon landing, pulling you into him once more. He bows his head to warrant his lips to lathe your neck, savoring the salt of your skin.

Far too consumed to break away from his sloppy kisses, he tilts his head as his eyes hunt for the reflection of yours, “But I meant what I said earlier, we’re no good for each other.”

He nibbles his way up and sucks at the muscle of your jaw, “I like you way more than I planned to but there’s no way we can continue like this, babygirl.”

You go numb; the only sensation present being pins and needles pricking your chest. His words spell you dumb, abolishing any sense to speak or move.

He delicately spins you to face him once again and tenderly kisses the tip of your nose.

Jake slightly pulls back to skillfully tie your blouse back up for you, “Whatever this is, it's got to settle here.”

“Jake- you-,” you breathlessly chase for the tail of your thought that doesn’t seem to exist.

He squeezes your hands in his, “I mean it, kitten, don’t call me anymore. I won’t pick up for you.”

The tender manner in which his lips love on you does not mesh with his condemning words.

He draws back to see tears you aren’t aware are now rolling down your flushed cheeks.

He lets go of one of your hands to cup your jaw and kisses the salty sadness from your features, “Don’t cry, baby, you’re perfect.”

He envelopes your lips between his one last time before he brings your hand still in his grasp to place his pucker against your knuckles and whisper, “Please take care of yourself for me, babygirl.”

You are prisoner to paralyzation as those enticing amber eyes abandon you; rendering you to nothing but shattered forsaken ruins strewn across an empty bathroom, grasping and grappling to purchase any sort of rationale beyond the carnage.

You’re forced to silently choke on consternation at the sight of his chestnut waves bouncing against his shoulders as Jake weightlessly vanishes through the swinging door.

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Here you are, sitting outside on a bench while in earphones listening to some soft music. You gaze up high looking the the beautiful moon shining down on you like diamond in the sky with clouds of oblivion passing by.

As the chill of the night envelops you, the twinkling stars delicately embellish the deep blue expanse above. Once again finding yourself in solitude, you fix your gaze upon the moon, thoroughly captivated by its unparalleled beauty.

You catch the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Suddenly, you feel the reassuring warmth of a black jacket being draped over your shivering shoulders. Looking up, you meet Jake's gaze, filled with adoration as he looks at you. Startled, you remove your earphones as he begins to speak.

“Why are you here at night? You know it is dangerous to be alone at this time.” Jake said, sitting next to you on the bench.

“I can't sleep… I just went out to get fresh air and maybe made me sleepy a bit.” you respond back to him as you place your head on his shoulder.

As you sat together, a comfortable silence filled the air, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves around you. Both of you gazed at the moon, basking in its soft light and finding warmth in each other's presence. Suddenly, without warning, Jake wrapped his arms around you, causing a flustered feeling to spread across your face. As you turned to look at him, you realized that he had been watching you ever since he sat down next to you.

Tonight might be your best moment with him.

“Everytime I look into your eyes, I see a whole world for us. I'll never get tired of looking at you.” He wink at you with stupid smirk on his face teasing at you making you more flustered.

You smack his face making him back away from you, printing the redness of a palm on his face. As you stand up and sprint back to your place leaving him dumbfounded before he chuckles as he quickly chases you before you close the door at his face.

At that night you finally fall asleep with him knowing he is always there with you in your lowest. Jake is like a moon, he might not be there but he watches over you. Jake over here sees you like a star shining up on high yet why does he feel very far away from you?

When he wakes at break of the day you are already gone in his arms. Maybe tonight he get to see you underneath the blissful night again.

he stars befrilled the dark blue sky. Alone once more, gazing at the moon, to its beauty you adore.

Hearing the footsteps behind you with the sudden touch of your warm against your shoulders. A black jacket places both of your shivering shoulders, you look up to see Jake looking at you with adoration on his face. You remove your earphones as he first to talk.

“Why are you here at night? You know it is dangerous to be alone at this time.” Jake said, sitting next to you on the bench.

“I can't sleep… I just went out to get fresh air and maybe it makes me sleepy a bit.” you respond back to him as you place your head on his shoulder.

You both just sat there with comfortable silence. Gazing still at the moon while warming each other, ignoring the breezes blowing on your way when Jake wraps his arms around you making you feel flustered on your face and look at him not knowing he's been looking at you ever since he sat next to you.

Tonight might be your best moment with him.

“Everytime I look into your eyes, I see a whole world for us. I'll never get tired of looking at you.” He wink at you with stupid smirk on his face teasing at you making you more flustered.

As you smack his face, you feel the sting of your palm connecting with his skin, causing a red mark to instantly appear. He staggers backward, clearly taken aback by your action. In a swift movement, you stand up and sprint back to your original position, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded. Just as he starts to chuckle at the unexpected turn of events, he quickly chases after you before you manage to reach the door before him and slam it shut in his face, leaving him on the other side, bewildered. Sadly he reached in time.

As you lie there at night, you find comfort in knowing that he is always by your side, supporting you through your toughest moments. Jake is like a protective moon, casting a watchful eye over you, even when he's not physically present. From his perspective, you're like a brilliant star, radiating light from up above. But despite this, he can't help but feel a sense of distance from you.

Why does he feel very far away from you?

As the first light of dawn filters through the window, he awakens to find that you have already slipped from his embrace. Perhaps tonight, he will have the chance to gaze upon your beauty once more beneath the tranquil night sky.

[childofthegarden]

Harmony on Ice

Pairings: Hockey player JakexReader

Words: 3,674

Warnings: none!❤️

Jake wasn’t your typical hockey player. Sure, he had the speed, the strength, and the passion for the game, but there was something about the way he moved on the ice that set him apart. Maybe it was the way his long, wild hair flowed behind him as he skated, or the rhythmic sound of his skates cutting through the ice, almost like a song. Jake had always balanced two great loves: hockey and music.

His band, Greta Van Fleet, had taken off a few years back, but during the off-season, Jake returned to his hometown to lace up his skates. The local team needed him for a charity game, and Jake couldn’t say no—especially since it meant seeing you, who worked as the team’s athletic trainer. You loved watching Jake play. There was something undeniably magnetic about seeing him glide across the ice, his eyes focused, determination etched into his features. You could tell he was in his element. The roar of the crowd, the clash of sticks—it was like a symphony, and Jake was the conductor.

One evening, after practice, Jake found you taping up gear in the locker room. “Did you see that slap shot?” Jake asked, leaning against the doorframe, still catching his breath. You smirked. “The one that almost took out the goalie’s water bottle? Yeah, hard to miss.” Jake chuckled, stepping closer. “You’re just jealous you can’t shoot like that.” “Oh, please. I could totally take you one-on-one,” You shot back, crossing your arms. Jake raised an eyebrow, challenging you. “Is that right? I’ll make you a deal. If you can score on me, I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

You grinned. “And if I lose?” “You sing with me at open mic next weekend,” Jake replied with a wink. You both took to the ice after most of the team had left. Jake suited up as goalie while you, dressed in casual workout gear, took a stick and lined up at center ice.

Your first shot went wide, much to Jake’s amusement. The second nearly caught the corner of the net, but Jake swatted it away with his glove. Determined, you pulled out a trick shot, faking right before sliding the puck left. Jake barely managed to block it, laughing as he sprawled across the ice. After a few more attempts, you skated over, breathless and laughing. “Okay, maybe you’re a bit better than I thought.”

Jake pulled off his mask, his hair sticking to his forehead. “Told you. Dinner’s on me.” As you skated off together, you glanced over. “You know, I might not be great on the ice, but at least I’ll sound good singing with you.” Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I know you will. Besides, it’s not about being perfect. It’s about having fun—with you, it always is.”

Later that night, as Jake played his guitar in your cozy apartment, You hummed along, their voices blending just like they did on the ice—seamless, harmonious, and undeniably meant to be.

The night of the open mic came faster than you expected. You paced around the apartment, nervously glancing at the clock. Jake, ever the calm presence, was tuning his guitar, occasionally throwing reassuring smiles your way. “Relax,” he said, catching your gaze. “You’ll be great. You always are.” You couldn’t help but smile at his confidence. “Says the guy who plays in front of thousands on the regular.”

Jake set down his guitar and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Hey, this is different. It’s just a small bar, a few locals. Besides, it’s not about impressing anyone. It’s just about sharing the music.” You took a deep breath, leaning into him. “Fine, but if I mess up, you have to cover for me.” He laughed, kissing your temple. “Deal. But you won’t.”

When you arrived at the cozy pub, the place was buzzing with familiar faces from the rink and Josh, Sam, and Danny, who had shown up to support. Jake greeted everyone with that easy charm of his, while you tried to blend into the background, half-hoping the power would go out before it was your turn. Jake sensed your nerves, squeezing your hand as they called your names to the stage. “Come on, let’s show them how good we sound together.”

You took your place next to Jake, the microphone feeling way too big in your hands. He strummed a few warm-up chords, giving you a nod. Then, as he began to play, you found yourself relaxing, his familiar voice guiding you into the melody. Your own voice joined in, a bit shaky at first, but the harmonies clicked, blending like they always did when you sang together at home. By the second verse, you forgot about the crowd entirely, losing yourself in the way Jake smiled at you between lyrics, the warmth in his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the stage lights. When the song ended, the applause was loud and sincere. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than you had all night. Jake pulled you into a quick hug, whispering, “Told you it’d be fun.”

Afterward, back at the bar, his bandmates clapped you on the back, teasing Jake about how his “secret weapon” might need to join the band. You just rolled your eyes, still riding the high of performing. As the night wound down, Jake pulled you out into the crisp night air, your breath clouding around you. “See? Not so bad,” he teased, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You looked up at him, the tension from earlier completely melted away. “You were right. As always.” He grinned, pulling you closer. “I love seeing you like this—confident and happy. You’re amazing, you know that?”

Before you could respond, he dipped his head and kissed you, soft and lingering, as if savoring the moment. The city was quiet around you, the sounds from the pub muffled by the night. When he pulled back, Jake whispered, “Maybe I’ll teach you to shoot like a pro after all. Seems like you’re already a natural at surprising me.” You laughed, giving his chest a gentle shove. “Just wait until next time. I’m taking you down on the ice.” Jake laughed, his breath puffing in the cold air. “I’ll be ready. But I think I prefer our duets.” With your hand in his, you walked down the quiet street, the night still humming with music and the unmistakable feeling that whatever challenge came your way—on the ice or on the stage—you and Jake would face it together.

A few weeks passed, and life settled into its familiar rhythm—Jake splitting his time between hockey practice and rehearsing with the band, while you balanced your work as the team’s athletic trainer and occasionally joining him for late-night jam sessions.

One crisp Saturday afternoon, the team had a charity skate at the local rink. Kids from the youth hockey league were buzzing with excitement, eager to skate alongside their heroes. Jake, as always, was the center of attention, effortlessly charming both kids and parents alike.You watched from the sidelines, helping adjust laces and tighten helmets, when one of the younger players tugged on your sleeve, about 8 years old. “Hey, can you teach me how to do that cool trick shot you did on Jake last time?” You laughed, remembering your showdown on the ice. “I think that was more luck than skill, kiddo.”

Jake overheard, skating over with a smirk. “Luck, huh? Pretty sure I blocked most of your shots.” You rolled your eyes. “Maybe I’ll try again tonight. Best out of three.” He grinned, leaning down to ruffle the kid’s hair. “You know, I think she’s just trying to impress me.” The little boy squinted up at Jake. “But you’re already impressed. You always talk about her.” Your cheeks flushed, and Jake let out a sheepish laugh. “Okay, you got me.”

The rest of the event passed in a blur of laughter, autographs, and Jake showing off some fancy skating moves for the kids. By the time the rink started clearing out, Jake was still buzzing with energy. You sat on the edge of the ice, watching him do laps, his hair flowing like a dark wave behind him. When he finally skated back to you, he dropped down on one knee, catching his breath. “You know,” he said, eyes glinting with mischief, “there’s something kind of perfect about you being here. Feels like music and hockey were always meant to mix.” You raised an eyebrow, teasing him. “Oh yeah? That’s quite the compliment coming from the rockstar-slash-hockey-hero.”

He reached out, gently taking your hand. “I’m serious. Being with you makes both things better. It’s like… you make life more vibrant. Whether we’re on the ice or playing music or just hanging out. You’re my balance.” You couldn’t help but smile, squeezing his hand. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.” Jake looked almost bashful, his usual confidence softened by honesty. “I guess I just want you to know… I’m all in. Whether we’re playing hockey, jamming out, or just being us. I’m in it for the long haul.” Your heart swelled at his words, and before you could overthink it, you leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, Jake was smiling that wide, dimpled smile that always made your stomach flip. “Come on,” he said, getting to his feet and helping you up. “Let’s get some dinner. And later, I’ll teach you a proper slap shot.” 

As you left the rink hand in hand, Jake’s laughter filled the air, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were living in a perfect melody—a mix of love, passion, and the sweet harmony of two lives intertwining.

Dinner that night was at your favorite little diner—a place where the staff knew your names and didn’t bat an eye when Jake pulled his guitar out of its case after eating. You slid into the booth across from him, the scent of burgers and fries lingering in the air. Jake absentmindedly strummed a few chords, his fingers dancing over the strings as you stole one of his fries. He shot you a mock-offended look. “You’ve got your own, you know.” You grinned, popping the fry into your mouth. “Yours just taste better.”

He shook his head, smiling, before launching into a tune you recognized as one of his band’s unreleased songs. As he played, his eyes found yours, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. After the song, you couldn’t help but tease him. “You’re such a show-off.” Jake chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Only when I’ve got an audience worth impressing.”

Just then, your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced at it and saw a message from the head \coach: “Can you meet me tomorrow morning? Need to discuss the team’s injury prevention plan.” You sighed, setting your phone down. Jake gave you a curious look. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just work stuff. Coach wants to go over some plans tomorrow. I guess there have been a few too many strains lately.” He gave you a sympathetic smile. “You work too hard, you know that?” You shrugged. “It’s not as glamorous as being a rockstar, but I love it. Keeping the team in shape is important. Plus, I get to see you more often.” Jake reached across the table to take your hand.

“I’m glad for that, too. Sometimes I worry I’m pulling you away from your own dreams.” You squeezed his hand. “Jake, my dreams just happen to include you. Whether you’re on stage or on the ice, I’m always in your corner.” He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

The moment was interrupted by the waitress bringing your check, and Jake insisted on paying despite your half-hearted protests. As you stepped outside into the crisp night air, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Hey,” he murmured, stopping under a flickering street lamp. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You looked up at him, his face illuminated by the soft glow. “What’s on your mind?” He hesitated, almost nervous—a rare sight. “I know life’s kinda crazy with hockey, the band, and everything else, but… have you ever thought about moving in with me?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and Jake quickly continued. “I just… I want more of this. Of us. Waking up together, cooking breakfast, fighting over whose turn it is to take out the trash. All of it.” A slow smile spread across your face. “You really think you can handle my morning grumpiness every day?” Jake laughed, pulling you closer. “I already do. Plus, I make a mean cup of coffee.” You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his. “Yes. I’d love that.” His smile could have lit up the entire street, and before you knew it, he was kissing you—deep, slow, and full of the promise of new beginnings.

Back at your apartment, the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, tangled sheets, and whispered dreams. You spent hours planning how to rearrange his place to fit both your lives, and when you finally fell asleep, Jake’s arms wrapped securely around you, everything just felt right.

Moving day arrived faster than you anticipated. Boxes were piled high in your old apartment, labeled in a way that only made sense to you. Jake showed up with his jeep, a wide grin on his face and a bag of breakfast sandwiches in hand. “Morning, roomie,” he teased, pulling you into a quick kiss. “Ready to conquer the chaos?” You laughed, accepting a sandwich. “Only if you promise not to judge my packing skills.” Jake eyed the mismatched boxes and shrugged. “Hey, as long as you’re coming with me, I don’t care if your stuff’s in grocery bags.”

Loading up the truck was an adventure. Jake insisted on doing the heavy lifting, while you carefully handled your more fragile items. At one point, he found your old record player and a stack of vinyl. “Are these coming too?” he asked, holding up a well-worn Fleetwood Mac album. “Of course,” you replied. “They’re non-negotiable.” Jake just smiled, clearly amused. “I can’t wait to mix these with my Zeppelin collection.”

When you finally pulled up to Jake’s house, it hit you that this was really happening. The house itself felt like Jake—cozy and welcoming, with little hints of his eclectic taste everywhere. A guitar stand in the corner, hockey gear piled near the back door, and that one vintage lamp he swore had “character.” Jake helped you carry the first few boxes inside, setting them down in what was now your shared living room. “Make yourself at home,” he said with a grin, wiping a bit of dust from his hands. You glanced around, already envisioning your plants near the windows and your favorite throw on the couch. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

Once the boxes were unloaded, Jake pulled you into the kitchen, where he had set up a little surprise—a vase of wildflowers on the counter, next to a note that read, “Welcome Home.” Your heart melted. “You did all this while I was packing?” He shrugged, trying to look casual. “Wanted to make it special. You deserve that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “You’re kind of perfect, you know that?” He chuckled, his nose brushing against yours. “Only because you make me want to be.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking, with music blasting from the record player, filling the house with melodies. Jake insisted on hanging your framed concert posters in the hallway, giving the space a blend of your tastes. At one point, while he was hanging your favorite print, Jake glanced over his shoulder. “What do you think—too high?” You tilted your head, trying to judge. “Maybe a little lower. We don’t want people craning their necks to see it.” Jake adjusted it, then turned back to you, dusting his hands off. “Perfect.”

When the sun dipped below the horizon, the house was still a mess of half-unpacked boxes, but neither of you cared. You sat on the floor, surrounded by bubble wrap and leftover takeout, feeling blissfully content. Jake picked up his guitar and started strumming softly. You leaned against his shoulder, humming along, and it felt like you’d always been there, in that house, with him.

After a while, Jake set the guitar aside and pulled you into his lap. “You know,” he murmured, his hands tracing slow circles on your back, “I never thought I’d find someone who fits into my life so seamlessly. You just… belong here.” You smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “Feels like home already.” That night, you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms, the scent of wildflowers lingering in the room, and the quiet hum of his guitar still vibrating in your chest. 

In the morning, you woke to the smell of coffee brewing and Jake softly singing in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but think that no matter how crazy life got—with his band, the hockey games, and everything in between—you’d found your own little slice of harmony.

And with Jake, every day felt like a new melody—unpredictable, passionate, and beautifully in sync.

Two Years Later

Life had settled into a beautiful, chaotic rhythm. The house you and Jake moved into together had become a cozy, lived-in space filled with mismatched furniture, vinyl records stacked in the corner, and a steady rotation of guitars leaning against the walls. The living room was scattered with hockey pucks and stray guitar picks, a blend of your two worlds.

Jake’s career had taken off even more. Greta Van Fleet was touring worldwide, and Jake was spending more time on the road. But every time he was home, he made it count—whether it was late-night jam sessions, breakfast in bed, or spontaneous ice hockey challenges in the backyard.

You’d gotten a promotion with the hockey team, taking on a more significant role in injury prevention and athletic training. You loved the job, but it came with long hours and plenty of stress. Jake always found ways to make it better—surprising you with lunch at the rink or calling from whatever city he was in just to hear your voice.

Tonight was different, though. Jake had just wrapped up the last leg of his tour and would be home any minute. You’d spent the afternoon cooking one of his favorite meals and setting the table with candles and the flowers he loved.

When you heard the front door creak open, your heart leapt. Jake dropped his duffel on the floor and looked around, spotting you in the kitchen. His face lit up with that same boyish grin you loved. “Hey, rockstar,” you greeted, rushing into his arms.

He scooped you up, spinning you around before kissing you deeply. “God, I missed you.” You laughed, squeezing him tight. “Missed you more. How was the tour?” Jake set you down, keeping his hands on your waist. “Amazing. But coming home to you? Way better.”

After dinner, you curled up on the couch, his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair. He looked up at you, his eyes soft and tired but full of love.

“So,” he began, tracing circles on your leg. “I’ve been thinking.” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s dangerous.” He chuckled, his smile fading into something more serious. “No, really. I’ve been thinking about the future. About us.” Your heart skipped a beat. “What about us?”

Jake sat up, taking your hands in his. “These past two years with you have been everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re my best friend, my partner, my home. No matter where I go, it always comes back to you.” You swallowed, his words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Your breath caught as he opened it, revealing a simple, elegant ring—a delicate silver band with a small, sparkling emerald, your favorite.

Jake’s eyes met yours, sincere and unwavering. “I want to keep building this life with you. More hockey games, more open mics, more nights like this. I love you, and I want us to keep making music together—literally and figuratively. Will you marry me?” Tears sprang to your eyes, and you nodded, unable to speak at first. Finally, you whispered, “Yes. A thousand times yes.” Jake slid the ring onto your finger, then kissed you softly, both of you laughing through happy tears.

Later that night, you sat together on the floor, leaning against the couch, talking about everything from wedding ideas to future plans. Jake played soft melodies on his guitar, occasionally humming a tune about you, improvising lyrics about love and home.

As the night grew darker, you found yourselves at the outdoor rink in town, bundled in coats and scarves. Jake skated circles around you, teasing and laughing, pulling you close every few seconds for another kiss. Under the soft glow of the lights, with snow gently falling, you skated together—clumsy, tangled, but perfectly in sync. Jake pulled you into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. “You know,” he whispered, breath clouding in the cold air, “I never thought I’d find someone who makes both music and hockey feel like home. You’re my song, my safe place. I love you.” You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “I love you too. Always.”

The two of you stayed out there for a while, skating in lazy circles, your laughter and whispered promises hanging in the crisp winter air.

And as you skated under the stars, you couldn’t help but think that love was like finding the perfect melody—a bit unpredictable, sometimes offbeat, but when it came together, it was nothing short of magic.

a/n: if you’d like to be added to the tag list just ask if love to add you!!💕

[ikyoudreamofme]

hiii this is so random but could you do a coachella fic with jakeXreader and just being cutie and reader being best friends w tara and johnnie and could you maybe include carrington too cus i lowk miss him 🩷🩷

COACHELLA-JW

summary: reader and Jake get invited to coachella by the brand Miss Me, its your first coachella and you have an amazing time with Jake, Tara, Johnnie and Carrington.

wc:

a/n: I miss Carrington two idek what happened between them. I hope this is okay I haven't written about Jake in a long time. i'm so sorry this took ages. This is set before johnnie and grace got together no hate i love grace

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The group arrives at the airbnb rented by miss me for your coachella weekend, excitement rushing through everyone's veins. Everyone leaves the car grabbing their bags heading into the house. Jake and I walked  beside each other, his arm over my shoulder as he carried my bags then going back for his. 

The rest of the day everyone sat around having a few drinks chatting amongst each other, Tara, carrington and her roommate sofia all went out for coachella day zero, usually Jake would but he stayed as I wasn't really caught up on how the festival really works.  

Coachella day one had finally arrived, everyone was so excited all waking up at different times, some due to hangovers and some general sleeping in. I woke up my head resting on Jake's bare chest, his tattoos visible, I traced my fingertips across the lines before looking up at Jake, his eyes slightly open, slightly closed, looking down at me with a soft smile across his face we went and tried the breakfast which Jake was please by more than anyone in our Airbnb. The rest of the morning was lazing around confirming transport and plans for the few nights ahead. 

It was around 6pm you were with Jake and your group walking through the entrance of Coachella, his hand in yours, your outfits kind of matching Jake wearing a red vest top that he had cut his own along with camo baggy trousers paired with black boots. You’re in a red and black beaded top that looks similar to a bikini top and black ruffle shorts with comfortable boots for walking.The sun was blaring down on the group, tara blabbering about something random to you from behind jakes looks down at you smiling pulling you closer now wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

Your group had moved to sit on the floor while waiting for Lady Gaga, the headliner, to come out. Your head rested on Jake’s shoulder, his arm around your waist while you both watched Carrington arguing with Tara about what Gaga song was the best johnnie and Barry had gone off to get everyone drinks that would cost utmost $200.

The night was coming to an end, people had already started leaving, Johnnie and Carrington had already headed back to the place you were all staying completely worn out and drunk past their limits. You and Jake were in the car you head resting on his shoulder exhausted your eyes closing every now and then. Around twenty minutes into the car ride you were knocked out, Jake carried you into your shared room gently placing you onto the bed finding your pjs. "babe you have to change" he whispered lightly shaking you awake, you groaned sitting up your eyes closed grabbing for your clothes blindly to which Jake handed you.

after getting changed you fell back into the pillows, Jake gave up not fighting you awake anymore tucking you into the bed kissing you on the cheek before getting ready for bed himself.

[h33slvr]

i got like 5 stories in my drafts

(i need help)

[smoking-jakelane]

Are you interested in this little oneshot I’ve been working on for the Greta-Valentines Day Post?

Thanks to @seenoversundown for inspiring me to write this little blurb ✨🎳

If you are not able to wait; it’s already out on Wattpad. Just search Greta van Fleet Valentines! || Strike! || JakexReader

Anyways I will post this story on here soon <3

[sturnluvs]

Jakexreader

A day earlier then his birthday but hehehe

Today is my birthday

Smut , birthday blowjob

Jake wakes up to the smell of pancakes . He turns to see you aren’t in bed . He gets up and walks downstairs

“Gm birthday boy”

“Gm babe I smell pancakes”

“That’s what I made come eat”

“These are so good my love”

“Thank you it’s my special recipe”

“Thank you it was so good babe”

“Hey sis gm happy birthday Jake” Colby said

“Hey colbs”

“Thank you Colby, babe I’m gonna take a shower”

“Ok babe , Are you setting up the house well we go out Colby”

“Ya ofc your gonna distract him”

“Ya you know I have to I’m gonna go get ready”

“Ok lil sis hey don’t fool around in there”

You go upstairs

“Babe?”

“In the shower babe”

You get undressed and join him

“Hey birthday boy”

“Hey pretty mama”

You get down on your knees and deepthroat him

“Fuck babe what’s this for”

“It’s your birthday gift”

He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and fucks your mouth and cums

“That was amazing mamas thank u”

“Daddy you can fuck me however you want”

“Can we go on the balcony”

“Jake cmon”

“Please” he whines

“Fine”

We get undressed and go on the balcony

He pounds into me and I moan

“Fuck Jake”

“Fuck this pussy was made for me”

“Daddy please I want to ride your dick”

“You want to ride daddy’s cock like a good girl”

“Yes I promise I’ll be a good girl for your cock”

Sorry it’s short

Btw I had two other versions but those didn’t save 😭

[boydepartment]

😭😭JAYJAY😭😭HOW 😭COULD😭U😭

I asked for it but I didn't know it would be like this...

You having Jake pull the family card? That hit a little too close to home 😭😭 (only in the sense that I feel guilty for moving away from my family 😮‍💨)

I asked you to break my heart and you really did 🥲 brb reading jakexreader fluff to heal the wounds

Thank you jayjay🥺 you don't have to accept and write requests but you set aside your own time to do it and I really appreciate it 💕💕

XOXO,

🧈🧈🧈🧈

AHHHHH IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW I TRIED MY BEST LOL

i’m still getting to that riki thing u requested it’s just taken a bit bc i’ve been away from my house ‼️‼️

ILY A LOT BUTTER ANON AND I LOVE UR REQUESTS IM HAPPY TO WRITE FOR U

i hope you’re well today ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[gretavanlace]

Hi Mama Lace!!! I’ve been looking for a certain fic for a while but I cannot seem to find it. It’s JakexReader and it’s kind of angsty where they go out but they argue or something and the reader leaves and goes home but he stays for a little bit and tries to talk to her when he gets home? she’s laying in bed with her back to him? IDK if K imagined this or something but any input is greatly appreciated;) Thank you💕

Anyone?

[cosmolog]

Suprise!

(The Moon Boys X Female Venom!Reader)

What happens when your little Symbiote companion meets your boyfriend?

You're Eddie's sister in this and you're also dating Moonknight. Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of smut but it's not that bad.

Chess was an easy game to play, if you knew how to play it. Y/n had been going head to head with Steven, but both sides kept cheating.

Either Marc and Jake would help Steven pick his next move or Venom, who was surprisingly good at chess would control Y/n's body and pick her move for her without even letting her think about it.

"Okay, stop cheating" Y/n laughed at Steven, who kept glancing over at the mirror every few minutes, most likely to look at Marc and Jake for help.

Steven quickly turned away from the mirror. "I'm not... they're just..um arguing and it's making me lose my train of thought" He lied.

Y/n gave him a look as he glanced at the mirror again, trying to not make it obvious. Meanwhile Marc and Jake gave Steven an offended look.

"We only have disagreements when it comes to who gets to kick your ass first" Jake narrowed his eyes.

"We're just trying to help. You asked us to" Marc said, annoyed.

Steven looked at Y/n, who was smirking while looking down at the chess board. He saw a subtle hint of her nodding at something, her grin spreading wider.

"Tell him if he loses he has to buy us chocolate" Venom said.

"Let's make this more interesting..." Y/n started, gaining all the men's attention. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes when she spoke. "You win, I buy you whatever you want. I win, you have to buy me my chocolates. How does that sound, Steven?"

"Sounds like a deal. Though, I'll let you know now that you're not gonna win" Steven chuckled. "You have no queen" He said smugly.

"Well maybe I don't need a queen..." Y/n moved her knight, taking out Steven's queen while also putting him in check.

"Checkmate. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" Y/n laughed at his shocked face.

Steven looked at the mirror pointedly. "You said that move would win the game!"

"Well I didn't know her move existed!" Marc argued back.

Y/n continued to laugh. "I flippin' won! Woohoo! Loser!" She jokingly pointed at Steven, then at the mirror. "Double Losers! I get chocolate now, yes!"

"Yes! I love chocolate!" Venom celebrated with her.

"We did it!" Y/n smiled.

"Wait a second...'we'?" Steven shot out of his chair.

"Have you been cheating too?" He asked.

Y/n paused, realising her mistake. She still hadn't told the boys about the little alien living inside her. In all honesty, she was scared of how they would react. She was hoping to keep it a secret but Venom was sick of hiding.

"Suprise!" He yelled, his head bobbing out of Y/n's shoulder. Y/n's eyes went wide, not knowing he was now out in the open.

Steven proceeded to scream. "Ahhh! Y/n! There's a bloody second head attached to you! What the hell!?"

Next thing he knew, he was on the other side of the mirror and Jake had taken over.

His dark suit had formed over his clothes, leaving only his head uncovered. "What is that thing?" He asked defensively. Y/n had turned her other shoulder to face Jake, as a way of shielding Venom from him.

"Thing!? I am not a thing! I am a being! I have feelings!" Venom growled and moved to her other shoulder to get closer to Jake but Y/n quickly backed up so that Venom wouldn't bite Jake's head off.

"He didn't mean it. He's just confused" Y/n defended Jake's poor choice of words. "Jake, put the suit away. He won't hurt you" She said calmly.

Jake glanced at her then back at Venom.

"Take off the outfit" Venom sneered.

Jake glared at him before the suit slowly disappeared and Jake was left in his normal clothes that Steven had picked out for the day.

"So when did this happen?" Jake asked Y/n, now choosing to ignore the creature on her shoulder.

Y/n glanced at Venom then at the chess pieces. "A few years ago. I broke into a lab with my brother in order to take down this shitty company who were illegally testing on vulnerable people. They brought Aliens called 'Symbiotes' back to Earth. They need hosts to survive and humans are the highest being on the food chain so who better to live in than the person who's trying to escape the same burning building as you. Venom attached to me and luckily I was a perfect match for a host, otherwise, he probably would've stayed inside my body until I died"

"Sounds like this whole thing was forced onto you" Jake muttered.

"You're just jealous that I was inside her way before you" Venom grinned.

"Oi!" Y/n interjected, looking at Venom who was sniggering.

Jake rolled his eyes. "At least what she did with me was consensual. She didn't exactly have a choice with you"

"That's because without her I would have died. It was a life or death scenario. I need Y/n to live. I don't need you though. But...since Y/n clearly does, judging by all the weird little pictures floating around in her head, I owe her, so you and your other two buddies over there can stay"

"You can see them?" Y/n asked, not knowing if he could or not.

"Of course I can see them. They're in plain sight" Venom answered, looking directly over at Steven and Marc.

The two men were a little creeped out, Steven taking a slight step back as he counted how many teeth Venom had, wondering how many people he had killed or worse, how many he had eaten...

"Yes, be scared" Venom laughed at Steven who's scared face turned into a look of annoyance.

"Can you go back to being unknown, please?" Steven said.

That shut Venom up. If he could make an offended face, he would.

Y/n patted Venom's cheek reassuringly. "Jeez, I look after way too many boys, don't I?" She chuckled. "Marc, Steven, Jake, Venom, Khonshu. Who's bloody next?" She rhetorically asked.

"No one" All of them answered, making her pause and sense the large amount of jealousy in the room.

"I mean...Please don't get another one" Steven added.

Y/n laughed. "Venom and Khonshu aren't dating me. And with you three, basically it's just one...body?" She didn't know how to word it.

"Let's all just stop talking about this" Marc said before looking at Jake. "We're good"

Jake nodded before Marc took control. Marc stood there for a second in silence before moving past Y/n towards the door. "I'll get you those chocolates"

"Wait a second, Marc" Y/n followed him and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ugh, I don't want to see this..." Venom went back inside while Y/n smiled at Marc.

"I'm sorry you all had to find out this way...I should've told you sooner" Y/n apologised.

Marc looked over at the mirror before giving Y/n a kiss on her cheek. "It's alright. At least now we're even, in some way. You got a parasite and I got two men living inside my head"

"Excuse me!? Parasite!?" Venom came back out and glared at Marc who glared back.

While Y/n shook her head at him, silently telling him to not go there, Marc added. "Yes...Parasite"

Venom knew he couldn't do any harm to the man but in that moment, if it had been anyone else, he would have ripped them apart. But since it was Y/n's boyfriend, he couldn't go near him.

"Just go and get the chocolate, you lunatic" Venom growled before going back inside.

Marc smirked at Y/n who rolled her eyes. "Is this the new kind of bickering I'm gonna have to put up with?" She asked, a smile on her face.

"You guessed it" Marc chuckled before saying goodbye and going out to get chocolate.

"How much do you want to bet he's only getting one bar of chocolate for the two of us?" Venom asked.

"That won't be a problem because you're not getting any" Y/n replied.

"WHAT?" Venom yelled in shock.

"You heard me" She said.

"WHYY??" He whined like a child.

"They weren't supposed to find out like that. I had a whole scene set up in my head and now that's in the bin because you just randomly decide to burst out and scare the boys!" Y/n said, mad at the Symbiote.

"Well, it's not my fault you took so long thinking up that scene instead of just doing it!" Venom argued back.

Y/n sighed. Venom was gonna be the death of her. "Fine...you get three squares and that's it" She decided.

"Three is enough. I want it for dessert when we go out and eat people because you don't want to fill me up with chocolate. That's fine with me, I've been craving human flesh for a while now. And your liver is starting to look delicious" Venom tried to scare her into giving him more chocolates.

She rolled her eyes. "Eat my liver and you'll be living in a glass jar for the rest of your alien life" She shot back.

Venom paused and gave her a look of defeat. "I just want more chocolates. Pleassseee" Venom went back to whining.

"Fine, four squares and that's it! We're having steak tonight anyway" Y/n said, shutting up the alien.

"Ooh, I like steak. Steak sounds delicious. It's like your liver...but better" Venom drooled.

Y/n smiled. "I knew you'd like it. I told Marc to get an extra one so we'll be full tonight. No need to go out eating criminals"

"Can we go for a run though? I feel so full of energy" Venom suggested.

"Yes, we can. Let me get changed and then we'll go" She said, heading for the bedroom area in Marc's apartment.

Well...that first meeting could've gone a lot worse... Y/n was just glad they got through it with everyone still breathing.

[wildbluesorbit]

London Series || JTK

18+mdni

Paring: Jakexreader(f)

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

Word Count || 60k

A/N: Will they? Won’t they? Prepare for whiplash:) Give a listen to the song that inspired the story. All the love in the world to @tommie-gvf for editing this piece and putting up with all my weird questions. I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and this is my first fic. I am very open to criticism so pretty please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think! That said, I have no words to express just how much all the love and attention y’all have already given London means to me xxx

MASTERLIST

London

London II: Refined • London II: Uncensored

Wounded: A Continuation of London

Wounded II

Wounded IIS

Wounded III

EXTRAS

London: Holiday Prelude

ps. this story has the best sequential flow when you read the Holiday Prelude after IIS & before III !!!

taglist❤️‍🩹 - @ageofbajabule @alwaysonthemend @anythingforjtk @becinabubblegvf @carbondancingthroughtime @dannys-dream @do-it-jakey-baby @dont-go-home-without-me @edgingthedarkness @fomopheobe @gretasfallingsky @gretavanglimmers @gvf23 @gvfmarge @heckingfrick @hsfallingsky @imleavingyoufornewyork @kiszkazz @klarxtr @itsafullmoon @jakesguitarsolo @jakesmustache @jakeysbuttsheeks @jordie-gvf-admin @lipstickitty @livkiszka @lyndz2names @mindastreamofcolours @mountain-in-springtime @mrbrownstne @nina-23-45 @sacredjake @smoking-jakelane @sparrowofthedawnsworld @styles-canvas @takenbythemadness @dancingcarbon @thewritingbeforesunrise @tommie-gvf @tripthelightfatality @vanfleeter @violet-hayes @wetkleenex-gvf @zoe-tally06

pretty please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist🫶🏼

[kpop1sworld]

enhypen masterlist

Please lmk per dm or comments if you wanna be added to one or mutiple Stories taglists and also what story/stories:)

1. Heeseung

,,to trap a kiss”

bff!Heeseung trying to steal your first kiss at school prom

,,playground bride”

Childhoodbff!heeseung promising to marry you later when your older

,,clear blue sky”

Summer Picknick with romanticbf!hee

2. Jay

,,how to win a prince”

A new game show were 100 girls have to do different things to win the heart of a mysterious man who later turns out to he prince!jay

,,a year in paris”

Fashionstudend!reader coming back from a year abroad from Paris for a year to learn even more about fashion while bff!jay spended the year realizing his feelings for reader

,,before us”

Where daddy!jay and mommy!readers kids ask them to tell them how their life was before they had had kids as a bedtime story

3. Jake

,,his and her summer”

Reader being a supervisor for a summer camp and meeting summer!romance!jake the super cute supervisor all the girls were talking about

,,to catch a dream”

Engene!reader who wakes up with a hangover from a ,,dream” with bias!jake that kinda felt to real

,,the summer prince“

Nerd!non!socialmedia!having!reader meeting summer!romance!prince!jake and having the time of their lifes snd later finding out he is actually s prince

4. Sunghoon

,,mister nice”

Bf!Sunghoon meeting readers family

,,the accidental princess”

Reader not knowing prince!sunghoon is a prince until they are getting married

,,the grinch who stole the valentines”

Highschool!heartthrob!sunghoon making every girls Valentine hell because he doesn’t wanna be their valentine because he only wanna be nerd!readers valentine

5. Sunoo

,,one kiss less”

100 days until fiance!sunoo and fiance!reader are getting married and they agreed on only kissing once a day when it feels the most special and sunoo taking reader to their special spot to koss reader there

,,to capture a heart”

Shy!sunoo trying to win popular!readers heart

,,extreme makeover”

Bigbrother!sunoo giving littlesibling!reader a makeover because they asked for it

6. Jungwon

,,spare girl”

Reader always being everyones second choice until they meet gentleman!jungwon who is immediately in love with reader and makes them his main priority

,,rules and roses”

f!Reader living in a sector where Females have to keep different rules but no one knows the rules if you do a wrong rule you get kicked into another sector but like a month later so you don’t know what you did wrong. If you did something wrong you eather get kicked into another sector which is worse or one of the important people has to marry you immediately and important!person!jungwon is just waiting for reader to make one of these mistakes

,,the holiday bride”

where idol!jungwon gets into a marriage scandal which is fake and his family is so happy that they finally gonna meet them over the christmas holidays that he doesn’t want to disappoint them and pays reader to pretend to be his fiance over at least the holidays

7. Niki

,,sky full of stars”

Where bf!niki takes reader to his favorite spot late at night to show her the sky full of stars

,,rich and ready”

where idol!niki is obviously rich and reader always getting spoiled and joking about how they were ready all their live to spend all that money

,,war of the rose”

each year the boys at a specific age have to give the girl they wanna spend their life with a rose or something bad is happening to him and many guys trying to give popular!reader a rose and fighting for her but reader just waiting for !secretbf!idol!niki to visit reader in their hometown for new year to give them the rose

Probably gonna do a taglist please ask to be added to that taglist per the question thingy if you think one of these stories sounds interesting^^

[dc41896]

The Whole Time?!

Pairing: Jake JensenxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a tiny bit of technical angst (🤷🏽‍♀️ lol), fluff💕

“P-Pooch?,” you stammer unable to fathom that your supposedly dead brother was standing in front of you and his wife who was about to give birth to their son in any minute.

“Hey peanut,” he smiles stepping further in the hospital room. “I’d hug you, but I’m w-,”

You didn’t even let him finish before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Good thing he was already wet from the rain, your tears would just be a welcomed addition.

“Wait. D-Does that mean-”

“Hey babe,” the all too familiar voice speaks making more silent tears fall as you lift your head. Just as soaked as Pooch, he nervously smiles removing his hat to reveal his spiked frosted tips. He pretty much looked the same as you last saw him. Toned arms and chest shielded by his dripping jacket along with your personal favorite, his black circular frames bringing even more attention to those crystal baby blues.

There were plenty of times you thought about what you’d do if granted this moment. Cry, scream, maybe jump into his arms clinging onto him like a koala on a tree. Possibly all three even. Now, finally being granted your wish after all these months, there was one main thing on your mind.

“Wow,” he smiles as you slowly move closer to each other. “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.” Just as the words left his mouth, the back of your hand connecting with his abdomen in the hardest hit you could muster nearly knocks the wind out of him as he keeled forward.

“And apparently stronger too..,” he coughs.

“How could you?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! We had to so we could go after the guy who set us up. And why didn’t you hit Pooch?! He was in it too.”

“He’s got one coming after my nephew safely enters the world, right now though it’s your turn,” you glare before smacking him again.

“Told you she had a strong backhand,” Pooch states quickly closing the room door before his sister decided to direct her rage at him.

The rest of the team merely watch in entertainment as your hits move to his shoulders and biceps until Jensen can grab your wrists pinning them by your sides.

“I’m sorry for putting you through all that, but it’s not like I completely left! I could still see you.”

You tilt your head in confusion ready to ask what he was talking about, until seeing Clay nervously scratch the back of his neck as he and Cougar shift their gaze clues you in on what he meant.

“SERIOUSLY JAKE?!”

“Wha-? I-,”

“Did you really think that would make me feel better?!”

“...Honestly at this point I’m afraid to answer.”

Annoyed groan falling from your lips, you tried to escape his grasp, but his larger hands slightly tightening their grip on yours, along with him following your every movement, keep you in place. “When we go home I can explain everything.”

“Will you? Or are you just gonna lie some more?”

“I promise I’ll tell everything,” he whispers, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple before flashing one of his ‘please don’t stay mad at me forever because I love you’ smiles. So far, it’d gotten him out of any argument you had. Including this one.

Darn those good looks of his.

“Fine,” you reply as you cross your arms, leaving him to find a seat in the nearby waiting room.

“Any tips here Colonel?,” Jake sighs.

“I’m probably not the one you’d want relationship advice from.”

Another heavy sigh leaves his lips as he follows your path down the hall to sit next to you. That is if you’d let him.

“Okay, is anybody else stuck on the fact that Jensen actually has a girlfriend?,” Aisha states breaking the momentary silence and making both men chuckle.

———

It’s the happiest he’s ever been to walk into his small, outdated apartment. Things weren’t exactly the same as he left it with your few new decorations and pieces of furniture trying to make the place a bit of your own, but of course he didn’t mind. It actually warmed his heart that although he was “gone” you still chose to stay, sticking by his side when you easily could’ve moved on with your life.

“Jeez, the faucet always drip that loud?,” he lightly chuckles shedding his coat and placing it on the small hanger by the door.

“It started a bit after you left,” you sigh kicking off your shoes. “Think it’s loud now, it’s even louder when you’re just sitting here alone.”

Following you to the bedroom feeling like a dog with its tail between his legs, he sits at the foot of the bed looking down at his hands as you move about the bathroom getting yourself ready for bed. Your words were like the sharpest sting as his mind vividly showed an image of you just sitting in this apartment with nothing but thoughts of loosing your brother and boyfriend along with the hum of the AC. He knew for the sake of their mission, and the team, he couldn’t say anything, but it still didn’t take away his guilt of what you went through mentally and emotionally.

“I tried to write you.”

“What, your computer go down and you couldn’t watch me anymore?,” you counter over your shoulder before rinsing the soap from your face.

“That was only once okay? I was watching my niece’s soccer game and then I thought about what you were doing and kinda sorta hacked your office’s cameras, which yes I know was wrong. Speaking of, they really should update their software, a fifth grader could easily hack into it just guessing the password,” he answers making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“And who’s Tom?”

“Tom?”

“Yea. Curly brown haired guy, cubicle across from yours. Big head you can see a mile away.”

“I’m sorry are you somehow trying to turn things on me when you’re the one that’s supposed to be explaining why I’ve thought you were dead this whole time?,” you ask wiping the remaining moisturizer from your hands before crossing them in front of your chest as you step closer to the now nervous looking man.

“N-no, of course not! But I mean since he’s been mentioned...”

“He’s just this guy at work that apparently likes me and asked me out but I said no, because a small part of me kept hoping that you’d miraculously come back. Happy?”

“I-uh...y-yes?”

Sighing, you sit beside him tucking your bare legs under you and taking his hand in yours to trace the lines on his palm. You never knew how or why you started, but it was something you occasionally did while you two were talking or just lying next to him enjoying each other’s company. It brought a smile and giddy feeling to Jensen, just as it did to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time, I know you didn’t have a choice, and understand. Selfishly though, I just missed you so much and wish I could’ve known. It definitely would’ve saved some sleepless nights and tears.”

With his other hand, his thumb and index finger gently grab your chin guiding you to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through having you think I was dead. The second we threw our tags in that fire you and my family were all I could think about. Like I said I wanted to write and give you some sign that I wasn’t gone, but I could never figure out how to start. Plus Clay threatened to cut off little Jensen if I did send anything back home once he found out, which only made it tougher.”

“Yea we wouldn’t want that,” you softly laugh following a short sniffle you were trying to hold back. You really were done with crying, having done so since you got that devastating call so long ago, and just wished your tear ducts would shrivel up already. “Sorry, I thought I was done with the tears.”

“Shh, don’t be.” Leaning forward, his soft as clouds lips meet the single salty droplet in the middle of you cheek erasing its presence before moving to yours in quite possibly the most delicate, tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. Any other time, you’d probably call it painfully slow, trying to take the lead to move things along. But as you both sat there taking everything in from each other’s scents to the feel of how one’s lips and mouth felt on the other, you couldn’t feel more connected.

Just barely pulling away, his swollen lips rest centimeters above yours ready to take them again as soon as he caught his breath.

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed at myself or amazed at whatever powers you have,” he starts, a light chuckle escaping him. “But I think you just made me-,”

“Jensen!,” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”

“If it’s romance you want, say no more,” he smiles taking your hand in his and placing it on his chest as he clears his throat. To the best of his ability, he begins singing the opening lines to your couple’s song, as Jake proclaimed it, instantly making you fall back on the bed in laughter.

“You actin' kinda shady, ain't callin' me baby, why the sudden change. Say my name, say my name!”

“This is definitely not a couple’s song,” you laugh feeling his forearms rest on either side of your head and chest vibrate from his laughing.

“I’ll admit lyrically wise..yes, you’re right. But it’s still ours which makes it special.”

You’d never forget that day in the grocery store trying to find a pint of your favorite ice cream as the song played overhead. Without really looking, you thought you were on the freezing aisle by yourself and began singing along as you gently bobbed your head. Suddenly hearing a voice singing the background vocals made you slightly jump turning to see the taller man in a grey sweatshirt, blue and white basketball shorts, and sneakers holding up his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I-It’s Destiny’s Child, I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s okay, and I mean who can?,” you respond, both softly laughing before shyly looking back at your respective sections to get your frozen desserts.

“Soo...you like ice cream?,” he asks interrupting the momentary silence.

“Yea, um my favorite’s moose tracks,” you answer briefly holding up your pint with a smile.

“You know who has a good moose tracks? Bennie & Bailey’s downtown. They make it from scratch and I don’t know what all they put in it, but it’s amazing.”

“Oh, okay thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”

“Well you should definitely go one day. I mean if you want,” he nervously chuckles.

“Will do,” you smile. “Only if you’ll take me though?”

At first, being met with his shocked, speechless expression made your newfound confidence falter thinking you might’ve been too bold with the cute stranger, whom you hadn’t even asked if he was single or not. However seeing his eyes shine bright and adorable smile grace his pink lips, your excitement returned as he moved closer handing you his phone.

Years later, the rest is history as you lie in bed with the man you were sure was the love of your life.

“Hey what’s going on in there?,” he asks brushing his fingertips across your forehead noticing you become quiet. Lightly scratching his goatee, you feel your eyes start to water again causing you to blink a few times trying to keep them at bay.

“I just don’t want you to leave again,” you whisper, moving your fingers to card through his chestnut and blonde mixed strands.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me too.”

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Explanations

Pairing :Jake x Reader

Word Count: 1,370

Warnings: none

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter, making you jump. He never behaved like this, so it was a shock when he did so. Throughout the entire drive back home he’d been silent, which wasn’t unusual for him but under the circumstances you knew it was a different kind of silence. One that kept you on the edge of your seat. You fucked up. You knew that. And Jake wasn’t the type to get pissed off, but that’s exactly what you did to him tonight. You turned around and looked into his eyes-they were dark.

You weren’t the type to get plastered during a party but this time you were having a really good time, all the Greta guys were there with their girlfriends, the music was good and you decided to go out on the dancefloor with Jita and MacKenzie. The three of you were having a great time with some old Rihanna song playing in the background, you already having a drink or two. You saw Jake in the booth, with the guys, eyeing you from his seat, a (non-alcoholic, since he’d be the one driving both of you back) beer in his hand, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. He looked particularly good tonight- he had on his black jeans, a sleeveless Church of Rock and Roll shirt and a collection of necklaces resting on his collarbones. He looked absolutely breath-taking. As always. You sauntered up to him, breathless and thirsty- “Wanna come dance with me?”-you gently hooked your fingers on the edge of his shirt, pulling him towards you. He rested his hands on your hips and squeezed them, “Nah, you go and have fun. I’ll stay with the guys”. You kissed his cheek and ran back out on the dancefloor. After about 20 minutes you went to get a drink with the girls-

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”-a tall, blonde man smiled down lazily at you.

“Ah thanks, I’m getting mine in a sec, actually”- you smiled politely, motioning towards the bar.

“Alright, sure...Hey, I love your tattoo”, he nodded at your collarbone.

“Thanks, -you grinned-” it's a Sylvia Plath novel, “The Bell Jar”? -you sipped your drink, looking around. Jake met your eyes and smiled a little but kept his eyes on the man in front of you.

“I have this one. It’s an inside joke with my brother”- he rolled up his sleeve, you chuckled reading the silly quote and traced the tattoo with your fingers-” I like it”.

****

You looked up, her sweet smile sending a shiver down your spine.

“Jake, what’s up? -” Danny followed your eyes-” Dude, come on, you know Y/N would never-”

“I know. I just don’t like that guy being so close to her. Look at him, all smiles and shit,”-Jake growled.

“She’s with you, dumbass. You gotta chill”, -Sam laughed. You knew she’d never do anything to hurt you. She was everything you’d wanted in a partner: she was gorgeous, had the best laugh and you loved the way she’d rock out to karaoke like she didn’t care about her voice but most of all- she cared about you. She made you feel safe. It was something you could feel in every kiss, every touch and action. But right now, you were so blinded by jealousy, you weren’t thinking straight. Shoving the nearly empty bottle of beer away from you, you made your way towards her.

****

“Hey babe. What’cha doin’?”- he wrapped his arm around your shoulders possessively, squeezing them slightly. Was he jealous? -” Nothing. Just talking. This is Shawn. He’s a big Greta fan”- you gestured towards the man in front of you. He was beaming.  

“Oh, yeah? Were you at last night’s concert?”

“Ah, no. Tickets were sold out in two minutes!”

“Aw, that’s too bad, man”- you swear you could see a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you mind if I get a photo with you?”- Shawn smiled.

“Actually, me and my girlfriend here, whom you’ve had the pleasure of talking to for the past twenty minutes- we got friends to entertain. So uh, sorry man”, you looked at your boyfriend, with your mouth agape. In all the years you’ve know him, he never declined a photo with a fan. Ever. And he was always gracious towards all of them. Now he just seemed pissed, his mouth set into a rigid line, arm still around you. He spun you around towards the booth without letting you finish your drink.

“Jake, what the hell? Why were you so rude?”- you smacked him on his stomach.

“I wasn’t. He was the one being too close to you,” God, he really was jealous. “And you didn’t even- I don’t wanna talk about this right now”-he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what? You’re right. I don’t either. I wanna go home. Now. You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”-you half growled.

“Who should go home? The nights still young!”-Sam practically half yelled, Joy putting a hand over his mouth.  

“We are. It’s been a long night”- Jake sighed, closing his eyes.  You scoffed, detaching yourself from his grip and grabbing your purse from the couch. “Bye guys, see you soon”- you hugged them all goodbye and faked a smile. Josh sent you a look.  

Storming out of the bar, you heard him call your name twice, then cursing.

Slamming the passenger door shut, you glared at him-the alcohol only fuelling your anger.  

“What’s your damn problem? That guy didn’t mean anything. He was just being nice! And he liked the band. You saw how happy he was!”

“Damn it, Y/N. Why do you always have to be so naive? He was flirting! I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were a piece of meat”- he squeezed the wheel harder.

“God, Jake. We were just talking! I wasn’t going to jump on him! This conversation is ridiculous”- you slammed your hand on the door handle, making him jump. You were rarely angry.

Now the two of you, fuming, sat in silence, the street lamps illuminating your faces every few second.

****

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter. His eyes were dark.

“You don’t understand. I can’t-”-he groaned, brushing his hair back with his hand,” I can’t stand it when I see you with someone else". You laughed. This was ridiculous. Three years together and the man you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with was saying this. You thought he always trusted you. Knew that you only saw him.  

“That’s why I got so angry. He’s all...six feet tall and stuff, just flirting with you-” you took a few steps towards him and put your hands on his chest.  

“You honestly think I would want him? I want you, idiot. I don’t care about your height. Or weight or whatever else that’s bothering you. You’re perfect to me. Your stupid laugh and smile. Just those two things alone make my heart swell with pride because you’re mine”. He looked at you, a huge smile stretching on his lovely face.  

“Yeah? What else you like about me?”- he peered down, brining your hands up to his lips, kissing each finger lovingly.

“Love, "you corrected him, “well, your silky hair. Your goofiness, your ability to make everyone smile-even when you’re not trying! Your sense of style is better than mine, look at you! And how talented you are”- you giggled- “An absolute rock god”- he chuckled, picking you up and throwing you onto the couch, sending you into a fit of giggles. Jake wrapped his arms around you, sighing.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just jealous. I can’t help it. But it won’t happen again- I swear. I was such an ass about this.”- he whispered, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. You smiled up at him, kissing his nose.  

“It’s alright. You're forgiven. How about a hot bath?”-you raised your eyebrows.

“I’ll start it. You get the wine”- he called, already running to the bathroom like a little kid.

[okietrish]

SO GOOD! I cackled.

I’m begging, darling, please

Jake Kiszka x reader (headcanon)

A/N: yes, I wrote another headcanon with another Kiszka boy, the other twin. This was not requested but I wrote it anyways (because it’s my birthday and I felt like writing it for myself and for my baby @teapartydreams who weren’t feeling well today)

Warnings: language, slightest smut, barely actually

Please comment and reblog if you like it, thanks in advance. I didn’t revised cause it’s so late but let me know if there’s any errors.

• Jake had called from the road, Greta was touring in your town, so he made sure to spend the whole day with you before the show.

• He was still a few minutes away from your apartment, so you just went for a bath, in your warm and welcoming bathtub, cause your life was being drained out of you with all the work you had that week.

• You turned on the faucet, letting the sound of the water relax you. In the next room, your hands searched for the right soundtrack, nothing too loud or too fast. You connected your phone on the little vitrola, a gift from Sam.

• Layla by Eric Clapton starerted to play and you danced the way back to the bathroom, taking your high heels and then your clothes. You dipped your finger in the water, the temperature sending goosebumps all over your body.

• “Layla, you’ve got me on my knees,

Layla, I’m begging, darling please” you sang loudly and off key, sliding yourself in the bathtub, loving the warm water against your cold skin. “Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind”

• You sunk down, letting all your troubles go away drowned by the water. You started humming the song, forgetting the lyrics.

• A loud knock on your front door made you jump, spilling water all over the floor. Jake’s voice could be heard over the song. “Y/N? Are you in there?” you chuckled cause he always forgets that he has the keys to your house “Jakey, the door’s open, I’m in the shower, come on in” you shouted back and you heard the door opening then closing again.

• His footsteps got louder, until he got to the bathroom, his beautiful and tired face sustaining a large smile. “Hi, sweetie” you greeted him watching him sit on the edge of the tub, giving you a peck on the lips “Hi, babe” and then you both just sat there staring and smiling at each other.

• He started speaking how much he missed you in the last month and how excited he was for the show tonight cause you’d be there. “The boys miss you too, baby girl” he said softly, holding your hand “And I miss ‘em”.

• His eyes were restless, darting from your hands to your exposed body on the water and then to your face. The song changed and Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin started to play and it made Jake laugh a bit. “Join me, you look like someone who needs a nice bath with your beautiful fiance” you said smirking “Are you sure?” he asked and you nodded.

• Jake started to strip down and then he slipped in, sitting across from you, still smiling. “Sweet little baby, I want you again” he sang softly with the song, throwing his head back and exposing his neck and chest.

• “Baby” you choked out, that image of him, all wet and beautiful making you weak “sit between my legs” and his head shot up, looking at you with wide eyes, but you just chuckled “I just wanna wash your hair, Jacob. You pervert” he laughed and turned, sitting between your legs and with his back on your chest.

• His hands took a grip on your knees and you both started to sing. You pushed his head down a little so that you could drop water on his hair, making it easier to wash.

• Your nails scratched his scalp lightly and he was enjoying cause he made approvingly sounds. “Oh, you were right, I needed this” he whispered and you chuckled.

• His hair was dirty, he probably didn’t washed it for a couple of days and you were careful to comb your fingers through the knots that had formed.

• Once you’ve finished with his hair, he turned again to face you. His body was so close to yours.

• You pulled his chin up and kissed him, with a fast and hungry pace. His hands pulled you closer and you were straddling him now, little moans coming from both of you.

• This were getting a little more heated, his hands ran up and down your thighs and you bit his lower lip. “Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true” he sang against you mouth, his hands squeezing your waist “Wanted a woman, never bargained for you”

•"Take it easy baby, let them say what they will, tongue wag so much when I sent you the bill" you sang, actually moaned back the lyrics when you felt his left hand travel up your thighs until your crotch, your breathing hitching in you throat.

• “Oh, look at the little love birds, so cute” you both jumped when a familiar voice was heard. Josh was leaning on the door, cackling at your faces. “You better hurry up, cause one, we have a show in one hour and two, Sam and Danny are coming over with pizzas, so get dressed please” and with that he left and closed the door.

• “When I said I missed him, I meant it” you said and laughed hard, your cheek burning with shame and Jake’s face burning with a mixture of disbelief and anger.

• “I’m gonna fucking kill him”