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Behind The Steel

[a/n : h...hi..... i haven't posted in so long. i hope u guys enjoy this lil thing i wrote. i definitely want to do a part two at some point.]

His bike was always his most prized possession, the way he felt when riding it was an incomparable feeling. The first time he rode it was a life changing moment for him- the wind drifting through his hair, the roar of the engine. It was pure animalistic adrenaline that coursed through his veins; wanting to make her roar like he did was extremely exciting. Nothing could amount to how powerful he felt in the cage, feeling weightless and full of control. 

His best friend initially helped him build it, making it extremely safe to be in and ride around as crazy as he can get. knowing his biker friends, sometimes it really could get crazy in there. 

It became somewhat of a ritual to have cage meets at his house every last friday of the month, where all his friends and acquaintances would come and try out the cage. Sometimes they’d have their girlfriends stand in the middle, building on the anticipation of driving around them. Jake didn’t understand that; wanting someone to stand in a potentially dangerous setting for a couple minutes. Maybe because he saw himself as a lone wolf, him and his bike. How it was supposed to be. 

Sure, he’d see someone now and then but it was purely to let out everything that was bottled in, needing some release sometimes. 

As he were riding home, he thought about all the preparation for tonight’s meet. Had he ordered the keg? Yes. Did he get enough wood for the bonfire? Yep. He tended to worry for nothing, knowing his organized self; it was truly out of habit to worry over little things. 

Jake turned off the bike in his garage, making sure she was nice and safe inside. Naming her the beloved was something dear to him; his friends all giving their bikes something corny or sexy as they said, like “kitty” or “princess”. 

But the beloved was not just some sexy bike, she made him feel things, power. And she was much more special to him than just a method of transportation. As he started caressing her with the clean soapy rag, his phone interrupted his music and began ringing. 

“Jake?” it was Jeremy, his best friend. 

“Yeah?” 

“Dude… I’m so sorry but I can’t make it tonight.” Jake groaned, the meets were never the same without Jeremy. 

“Why? What’s up?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes for a second- waiting on his dumb excuse. 

“My parents want me to go meet this mechanic professor because my name was brought up somehow during my dad’s company dinner. I don’t know.. they really want me to go” He explained. Jake paused for a second before responding. 

“That sounds like a great opportunity, Jere. Don’t feel bad, just don’t miss next month’s meet, yeah?” He smiled softly as he waited for his response. 

“Of course, dude. I promise.” He replied, saying bye and hanging up. 

Jake sighed as his music played once the call was over, washing his bike with intense care. Before he could even notice the time passing, people were already showing up to his house. Thankful to be living on a secluded area with a large piece of land, there were no neighbors to be bothered by. 

JAKE

As time flew by, people began showing up to your house, gathering in your back yard. The kegs were set up, the string lights were plugged in, and of course; the cage was set up. There was a row of bikes neatly parked by the side of your house, awaiting for their turn. Though you always went first, no matter what. You passed by your acquaintances and friends, greeting them with a big smile and telling them to help themselves to the keg or drinks inside. 

The bonfire was burning bright, illuminating your surroundings with a beautiful golden glow. 

You passed by your garage to get the beloved, her cherry red color standing out to you, making your heart race. You took her off her stand and brought her to the door of the garage, someone stopping you in your tracks. 

Jeremy’s sister. 

She was only a year younger than the both of you and even though it wasn't much of a time difference, Jeremy did not want her at your house especially during cage meets. Though there she was, looking up at you with a smirk as she leaned on the side of the door. 

“What are you doing here?” You pushed the bike stand down with your foot, resting your arm on the bike. 

“Brother’s out of town. Thought I’d be in the clear for a free show.” She spoke, crossing her arms. 

“You know you can’t, Jere wouldn’t want you here.” You state. 

“Yeah? Who’s gonna tell him?” she countered. You stood back a little in shock. 

“I will. You know how protective he is.” You sigh, looking down at the bike and then back at her. 

“Let’s make a bet, Kiszka.” You open your mouth to disagree but she continues talking. “If I can make one round in the cage with you, you can take me home. If I fail, you tell Jeremy and I’ll deal with him.” She says, confidently. You’re taken aback a little, her confidence roaming around the tight space of your garage. 

She’s always been around, even when you and Jere were younger. You’d always done your best to ignore her even though she was a hell of a tease, and now that he was away you saw it as your chance. 

“You know what? Fine. Let’s see you fail, darlin’.” You smirk, kicking the stand up and walking towards the cage with the beloved, her following you. 

As you arrived to the cage, you settled the bike inside, Y/N following you in. She stood on the red X on the floor, the old tape used as a marking for where people would get their partners to stand. She looked at you with a smirk, though you could see a slight shimmer in her eye. You knew she trusted you, but you were up for a challenge. 

You watched as she took her jacket off, throwing it outside of the cage, it landed on the ground. You zipped up your leather jacket, tucking your necklace inside your neckline. You gave her one good look before putting your helmet on, pulling down the eye mask. 

You could hear the metal gate close, locked shut. The voices cheering on the outside, the music playing faintly in the background. All these distractions but she was the only thing you could focus on. She wore a tight black longsleeve satin dress with some black combat boots, she looked fucking amazing. It just excited you even more. 

You could hear her sucking in a breath as you straddled the beloved, your hand on the handles. You turn her on and roar the engine, the adrenaline moving through you. You kick up the stand and begin circling her across the cage, slowly moving higher and higher as you increase the speed, taking your time with it. 

Once you feel stable enough, you take your right hand off the handle, and begin dragging it gently across her shoulder, increasing the speed of your bike, revving the engine even louder as you watch her jump a little, but you can tell your touch helps her nerves. You bite your bottom lip to contain your smirk- unsuccessfully. Your hand caresses her shoulders, her stomach, her chest slightly. She closes her eyes and smiles in content, which makes you go even faster. Her eyes open once again and you can feel them on you. Ten seconds left of your time in the cage, your hand drags against her whole body, god she feels amazing. 

You hear the loud horn that alarms you the minute is over, and you slow down, to a stop. Your hair is stuck to your forehead by the time you take your helmet off, but all you can focus on is the way she’s smiling at you, how beautiful she looks, how wonderful that dress fits her. 

“So? You gonna tell him?” She smirks, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

“I think I can keep a lil secret..” You sigh, smiling down at her. 

-

The two of you walked over to your driveway with the beloved. You had borrowed an extra helmet off a friend since you didn’t own another one. You knew where she lived, and it wasn’t far, but you were more worried about if you’d be able to contain yourself from not kissing her, the way she affected you was something you never felt before. 

You straddled the bike once again as she put her helmet on. “I’m going to hold my hand out so it’s easier for you to get on, you’ll need to hold on tightly because I’m going to be going pretty fast.” You said, holding your hand out. She took it and climbed over the bike, settling herself closely behind you. 

“Like that?” She asked. You smirked behind your helmet. 

“Closer, love. Wouldn’t want you sliding off..” You smiled. She scooted closer and you could feel her chest against your back, it made your heart flutter. Your hands made their way to the handles as you turned on the bike once more, beginning your journey to her house. 

As the wind drifted through the hair sticking out your helmet, your hand drifted to her thigh, caressing it a little. You felt her arms tighten around your waist, and her fingers slowly make their way to the hem of your jacket. You sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the road. Her hands slid underneath your jacket, underneath your shirt, until she caressed your chest gently. You wondered if she could feel your heartbeat, she probably could.. It was beating so fast. You let out a shaky breath and told yourself you’d be at her house soon. 

Parked. Finally, you kicked down the stand. She removed her hands from your shirt, and hopped off the bike. You also got off and removed your helmet, resting your ass on the seat of the bike as you faced her. She removed her helmet and shook her head a little, to let her hair loose. She nearly took your breath away, the beauty taking over. 

“Thanks for the ride.” She smiled, handing the helmet over to you. 

“Thanks for the massage.” You smirked. 

“Anytime” She said, stepping closer. You looked down at her, a slight shimmer in the reflection of her dark orbs. “I like riding with you,” She paused, leaning in. “It’s so…” She paused once more, her lips so close to yours. “Intimate.. Isn’t it?” She said. 

You nodded, your lips parted a little. 

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight, Kiszka?” She said, and you didn’t reply. You kissed her gently, her lips soft like satin, you could drown in them. She was so soft, like honey, a warmth you didn’t know you needed until right now. She pulled away so gently, almost as if she was afraid it would hurt you. 

“Goodnight.. See you at your next meet..” She smiled, waving a little before going inside her house, leaving you speechless.

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[gretavanbear]

little update

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hi friends (,:

i know i haven’t posted any updates in a while. the truth is i’ve been struggling a lot mentally lately and cant find any motivation to update any of my stories even though i really want to. i’ve been struggling to even open my documents with the unfinished works inside.

i really don’t want u guys to forget about me because i truly love seeing you all appreciate my works so much and i love writing for you, im gonna try to write more. i just need to find motivation.

i love u all <3

[gretavanbear]

is it time for my next one shot to be a josh one? i haven’t done one in a while ….

(i haven’t forgotten about my other works i promise)

[gretavanbear]

She

Part two.

You'd follow her band from the start. Each show, each era, you were there. Was she ever going to see you as more than just a groupie?

Fem!Reader x Woman Jake Kiszka

[a/n : short chapter, sorry about that. i’m trying to find motivation to write some more. i love u guys so much. plz send feedback about this fic!! i want to know if i should continue it!]

The Night of the Record Signing. A year after the first night.

“Lovey, you’ll never guess the phone call I just received.” Josie said as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

You looked up at her with curiosity, what could she possibly mean by that? Josie really enjoyed your company, from what you could see. She’d often invite you out to come to the bar with them, and she’d ask you to come with her every time she’d get her nails done. She said girl time is important to her, and having close friends is a great value in her life.

“What?” You’d respond. She climbed over the couch and sat next to you, bringing her knees to her chest.

“So you know how we had a show last night?”

You nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“One of the guys in attendance is friends with someone from a recording label. He recorded us playing and sent it to his buddy. We have an appointment with them later!” She clasped her hands together.

“Oh my god! Josie! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you and the band.” You smiled and pulled her in for a hug. She immediately held you closer as she giggled.

“I’m so excited and nervous. I really hope they sign us, lovey. Will you come with us? Be our manager or something.” she chuckled.

“They will. And of course.” You nodded, squeezing her shoulder.

⋆✧☆✧⋆

The five of you walked outside of the huge building. The anticipation was building as the band had not told you if they were signed or not.

“Let’s get margs.” Josie said, twirling her necklace as she looked at you and then the group.

“Cmon…. don’t leave me hanging” You sighed, shooting them a hopeful look.

“Should we tell her?” Samantha said, biting her bottom lip as she waited for a response from Jade.

This was Jade’s band. She always got the final word. She looked at you and ruffled her hair, looking at her twin and then back at you.

And she didn’t have to say anything. The smile that appeared on her lips was your answer.

⋆✧☆✧⋆

“Cheers to the amazing musicians and singers in front of me!” You smiled, holding up your margarita. They all cheered with you as you celebrated together.

“I can’t believe it. We’re a band with a contract. We’re signed by a record label.” Jade spoke as she twirled her straw in her drink.

“I’m so proud of us.” Danielle said, and Samantha nodded in agreement.

“You’ve all come so far, really.” You spoke, taking a sip from your drink.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, dear lovey.” Josie giggled and Jade left out a sigh before taking a sip of her drink before turning her head to face her twin.

“You gotta stop calling her that, Jos.” Jade said softly, mixing her drink with her straw.

“Oh come on, I don’t think she minds.” She smiled. “She must know why we call her that, no?” She turned her head a little with curiosity. Her eyes kind yet… almost challenging.

“I.. um I don’t.. Actu-” You start.

“We all see your lovey dovey eyes on Jade. Cooonstantly.” Sam giggles. You feel your heart sink. “I mean sure she's pretty I guess, but you're like, obsessed with her.” She continued. You looked down at your drink and avoided eye contact.

“Oh.” You replied, but you don't think any of them heard you.

“Jade don’t you remember after that first show? ‘it’s like she’s never seen a female guitarist before, so weird’ remember?”She laughed. No one else at the table laughed.

“Let’s get some water in ya, hm?” You heard Jade say, and the scrape of her chair against the wood floors of the old bar. You drank the rest of your drink in three sips, wiped your mouth with your napkin and looked at Josie.

“I’m tired. Gonna head home. Night, ladies.” You spoke quickly, not wanting them to hear your voice crack. They said their goodbyes, their voices soft except for Samantha who was still giggling.

JADE

“What the hell is wrong with you, Sam!” You raised your voice a little, thanks to the loud ambiance of the bar you weren’t causing a scene.

“Oh come onnn, she had to know.” She giggled as you handed her a glass of water.

“There could have been another way of informing her, don’t you think?” You sighed, resting your back against the bar, your head turned to Sam which sat on a stool.

“I mean… don’t you find it creepy? I thought it bothered you.” She said, taking a sip of her water.

“I guess.. At first it bothered me, but now I’ve grown to quite like it..” You sighed, looking over to her as she stood up from your booth and walked out the door. “Maybe a little too much.” You said, under your breath.

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I'm a changed person after reading All Eyes On Me.

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[gretavanbear]

The Professor

Josh Kiszka x F!reader x Jake Kiszka

18+ MDNI!

[a/n: hey guys! i promise i'll be updating more frequently from now on. I will also make changes to my taglist so it's easier for me to update it and keep track of everyone! by next update ill have my taglist up to date- sorry about that!! i hope you enjoy this chapter!]

Screening #10: The Umbrellas of Cherbourg

You walked into your usual classroom with your computer in your hands. You had just spent all morning in the library working on an essay for another class. Walking into class, you were caught by surprise with the view of both twins at the front, talking to each other. 

You sat in your usual spot and opened your laptop, pressing the button to turn it on. Peeking over the screen, you could see Josh looking over at you with a small smile, whilst Jake looked over his notes at the podium. They really looked good together, a strong bond that could not be broken. As time rolled around, class began. 

“Hello everyone” Josh clasped his hands together, a big smile on his face as he looked around the room, Jake looked at you. Your heart beat caught in your throat as his brown eyes focused on you for those few seconds, those chocolate orbs making you feel like it was just you and him in that room. “Today, Professor Kiszka aka my brother decided to join us once again!” Josh smiled, walking around the stage at the front of the amphitheater shaped classroom. 

“Hello, everyone.” His raspy voice filling the room, making you blush a little. His voice alone sounded like straight-up sex. He wore a dark suit, with a gray collared shirt underneath and his necklaces peaking through the opening. He looked incredibly beautiful. 

“Today, we’re going to watch The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, I’m not even going to try pronouncing that in french,” Josh chucked. 

“Les Parapluies de Cherbourg” Jake spoke, his french clear and well-pronounced. You sucked in a breath as you looked over at him. He had a small smirk on his lips as he read over his notes. 

“Yes, that’s right. I would love for you guys to focus on the experimental style within this film, and the colors! The colors and their meanings! How does that sound?” Josh smiled, taking a sip from his bottle. 

“Why is the style considered experimental, Josh?” Jake raised his head to look over at Josh, resting his elbows on the podium. 

“Glad you asked, brother.” Josh sat on the edge of the stage and looked around the room, his eyes landing on you for a couple seconds before drifting away. “This film, directed by Jacques Demy- excuse my pronunciation, is really fascinating because of the way it is different to regular musicals. Instead of mixing dialogue and music, all dialogue is spoken through song.” Josh explained. You raised your eyebrows, feeling interested in the movie you were about to watch. 

“It is a very good movie, I’ve seen it many times. Les Parapluies de Cherbourg was released at the end of the New Wave of french cinema. Jacques Demy pushed the norm from what would regularly play in theaters to be with his experimental films; and that is what makes his impact so important for cinema. Which is why Josh and I decided to screen this film today.” Jake explained. Damn, his french was beautiful.

Once the film was over, the lights turned back on and you felt different. The movie was so beautiful, and you did pay attention to the colors as Josh asked you to. It really was noticeable in the way that the colors on screen mirrored the characters emotions. 

It made you wonder what color would be portrayed for you. 

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

You knocked on the door nervously, knowing he was in there. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in class, in that dark navy velvet suit. The way he presented himself in such a confident manner was truly life changing. There was life before Jake Kiszka, and after. You were glad to be in the after. 

“Enter.” He spoke out loud through the door. You obliged and opened it carefully. He looked up at you without raising his head, focused on his computer. 

“Ah. Doll. How can I help you?” He said, leaning back in his chair with a soft smile. He placed one hand on his thigh whilst the other rested on the arm of his chair. His shirt revealed more of his bare chest which looked incredibly sexy. He seemed vulnerable and dominant all at once. Like a man who’s sure of himself, who he is. 

“Good afternoon, sir. I was just very impressed by the movie screened earlier. I loved the music and cinematography so much.” You said, closing the door behind yourself. 

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell me more about that.” He pushed himself back from the desk, allowing space for you to come between his chair and the desk. His fingers tapping his thigh, as he looked up at you. You smiled shyly as you walked over to him, looking down and hesitating before he mouthed ‘sit.’ and you listened. 

You sat on his thigh, feeling how thick and stable it felt, and being so close to him turned you on so much. He looked up at you with his lips parted, his big brown eyes looking at your every move. The hand which was resting on his thigh was now pressed against yours, right next to your hip.

“Tell me, what did you like?” His voice was low, his thumb caressing you gently. You smiled shyly, your hands on his broad shoulders. “Why don’t you tell me?” His other hand found your jawline, his soft but calloused fingers dragged against your skin. So gently. 

“Uhm..” You were speechless, he looked so pretty. You examined his long lashes which covered those beautiful chocolate orbs. The way his skin looked so soft, with such a delicacy to it. It made you think maybe, he was the doll he always described you as. You were afraid to break him, even though he felt so strong underneath you, his thick thigh buried between your legs. His pointer and thumb grabbed your chin gently, as he guided you closer to his lips, his long lashes caressing his cheeks, closing his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you. 

His lips were softer than satin, warm like an embrace during a winter storm. God, he was so fucking soft yet a roughness hid in him. You knew you wanted him to use it on you, but not yet. His lips kissed you with passion, full trust. His fingers let go of your chin and made their way to the back of your head; his fingers intertwining with your roots, caressing your head a little as his kiss deepened. You could feel yourself soaking your underwear, surely his pants were next. 

Suddenly, his grip on your roots tightened which caused you to moan in his mouth. You pulled back embarrassed a little, but he didn’t care. He kept his grip and pulled you a little closer making sure you were looking into his eyes. 

“You’re soaking my three hundred dollar pants, babe.” His dark pink lips spoke. 

“Sorry, sir..” You felt blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling hot all over as you began stepping off, but his hands went straight to your hips. He pulled you back on, and even closer. 

“Keep going… Make a mess on me.” 

His words sent goosebumps all over your skin, his stare driving you crazy. You grind your hips against his thigh, leaving little moans escape your lips as he moves your hair out of your face, holding his eye contact with yours. 

“Fuck… does it feel good?” His big brown eyes consumed all your thoughts, you felt so connected with him in that moment. 

“Yeah” You breathed out. “It does.” You smiled shyly which made him smile too, before leaving kisses on your neck. He whispers sweet nothings against your skin and grabs your leg so you’re now straddling him, his hands moving your hips against him and you can feel his length so perfectly. He was big, just how you remembered, and he felt so good rubbing against you this way. 

“Fuck.. I’m..” your mind went foggy but he bucked his hips up and made sure to not lose any friction, his brows furrowed with his mouth hanging open, the friction making him feel so good, too. He carried you through your orgasm, complimenting you and caressing your thighs with his large hands as you crumbled above him. 

“Beautiful.” He smiled. You blushed, thinking it wasn't possible since you were already so red. You got up, embarrassed, but he pulled you back down, positioned you so you were still sitting on his lap, your legs draped sideways over his whilst his hand held your back and the other laid flat across your thighs. 

“Tell me, doll. Is he not enough for you?” He asked softly, his thumb caressing your thigh. 

“.. No. He is..”

“Why’d you hesitate?”

“It’s just. Ever since I saw you in that hallway. Something about you.. I don't know. I feel like I need to know you. It’s not like how it is with him.” You confessed, avoiding his eyes. With the hand that was on your thighs, he holds your chin and turns your head so you face him. 

“And if you had to choo-”

“You.” cutting him off, he gasps quietly.

“You haven’t even had me yet, darling. How can you be so sure?” His low voice sent a chill down your spine, and you involuntarily clenched your thighs together at the sight of his face. He looked at you with such intensity and care, never like how Josh did. He was ten times more intense than Josh, and you needed him. More than you’ve ever needed anything. 

You leaned in close, pressing your hand against his chest as your lips grazed his ear, “I guess you should show me, then. That I’m making the right choice.” you whispered. 

“Yeah? We can arrange that.” he breathed out, confident. He held his hand out to help you get off his lap and you gladly took it, feeling supported by him in that moment. He shot you a comforting look as he got up and gave you a hug which took you by surprise, but you gladly wrapped your arms around him and held him tight. You felt your whole body full of butterflies and fireworks anytime he touched you, and this hug made you feel like you were floating. 

“Thank you.. And, sorry for your pants.” You giggled softly. Looking down at the wet spots embarrassingly. 

“Don’t ever apologize, I loved it. I do hope you come see me in my office if you ever have real questions about anything. Though, this is okay too.” He chuckled. God, he was so beautiful. Even his laugh was cute. “Oh! Before I forget..” He turned around for a second and ripped a piece of paper off of his notebook, writing down something quickly. “This is my personal phone number. Please call me.” He smirked, handing you the paper between his pointer and middle finger. 

“I will, thank you, sir. Good evening” You smiled, your hand reaching for his doorknob. 

“Good evening to you.” He smiled, opening the door for you. 

As he closed the door, you smiled to yourself for a moment. You could see yourself really falling for him, he was different, thoughtful, talented, smart,

“Doll?” 

You looked up. 

“You could've came to me if you had questions about the film screened today.” Josh spoke, a hint of annoyance in his tone. 

“No, no I know. I had a question about something else.” You responded quickly, crumbling the paper in your hand so it’s not noticeable. 

“Okay. But I’m your professor, not him.” He spoke, stepping closer. 

“Okay, Josh.” You sighed, hiding your hurt with a smile. He smiled back. 

“I have to go teach another class right now, but I’ll call you tonight?” He said. You nodded and kept the smile on your face. You watched him walk away before dropping it. 

You weren’t looking forward to his call, all you could think about was what you’d say when you end up calling Jake instead.

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[gretavanbear]

You’re so sick and twisted for all eyes on me and I hate you (I love you). Been thinking about it all day at work 😳

ohhhh you looooove me 💕💕💕💕💕💕 glad you liked it!!!! shall i write more jake pov?

[gretavanbear]

Older brother’s best friend who’s a biker? I’m so there. Cannot wait

YAY! i’m still working on it but it will be out after my finals i PROMISE

[gretavanbear]

All Eyes on Me

a/n: hey guys! just a little something for u since i love u guys and got inspired. i hope u enjoy <;3

NSFW 18+!

Jake Kiszka POV

the feeling of having all eyes on you was something you became obsessed with. of course, sharing the stage with your three brothers took a part of it away, but you always knew how to get the attention right back. it became one of the most rewarding feelings for you, having everyone needy and wanting.

and so you became a monster once those eyes tracked your every movement. you felt lucky they couldn’t hear you, because the animalistic groans that left your lips as you touched the strings and caressed your guitar would leave them a fucking mess.

tonight, the air felt different. you were in europe, feeling frisky. you knew your fans were expecting you to act different, with the moustache you’d been growing out the entire break off tour.

you had been playing extremely hard tonight, your mouth almost constantly open to let your ragged breaths out, the slight moans escaping your lips as your cock rubbed against your guitar ever so gently. you knew how much they liked it, seeing you all sweaty like this, wanting to taste the sweat that travelled down your chest.

you knew how much they wanted it.

your mind went blank once you raised the guitar to your face, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the whammy bar.

yeah.. scream for me. you thought.

you heard the roar of the crowd as you bobbed your head against it, letting the sound of it travel around the arena, knowing how it’ll affect them.

you felt yourself throbbing in your satin pants, hoping the stain of your precum wouldn’t show through the material, luckily the show was almost over and your sweet relief was awaiting for you soon in your hotel room.

-

stepping out of the shower, you sighed whilst brushing your hair after drying yourself off. still rock hard from earlier. you had edged yourself a couple times under the water but you wanted to know what they thought of your little act.

you laid down in your comfortable hotel bed, fully naked in your favourite attire to please yourself this way.

you turned your phone on and pressed the ‘x’ app, logging on to your burner account. it had no followers, and a random username where no one could guess it’s you.

usually, you’d look through your bookmarks where you kept your favourite posts that people wrote about you, mostly about your body, the way you touch the guitar.

but tonight, you had given them something to talk about.

scrolling through your timeline, a video of you with the guitar against your face was all you could see.

user: “i wish i was that guitar”

yeah… i wish you were too..

you grabbed the base of your cock, caressing it with your fingertips softly grabbing it, teasing yourself a little.

user: “he definitely knows what he’s doing”

so, can you see through my little act? god i love the way you all want me..

your eyes fluttered shut as your hand movements increased, gripping yourself a little harder now.

user: “he knows how to use his tongue doesn’t he”

i do… fuck..

you threw your head back, moans escaping your lips as you began to fuck into your hand, thinking about the way you acted, the way they all loved it.

user: “does he know I’m a set of holes for him”

god damn.. why don’t you let me find out, hm?

you never had anyone specific in mind when reading these, just knowing someone was out there wanting you was enough. you could feel your orgasm approaching but you wanted more, you wanted to keep going. you slowed down your hand movements and stroked slowly, scrolling through more posts.

user: “he’s literally tongue punching his guitar on stage when is it my turn”

door’s unlocked babe..

fuck. they just get you, don’t they? they know you love it, they know you love basking in their attention. it fed you. the horribly horny monster that resides inside you, waiting to be teased.

user: “i need him to fuck me NOW”

have i got you all wet and dripping for me, honey? oh i’m sure i have..

you groaned as your orgasm took over, you were desperate now. fucking into your hand as your cum leaked all over your fingers, hitting your chest and a part of your neck. you really needed this. you breathed out a string of curses as the final drops of cum leaked over your hand.

“fuck..” you giggled to yourself as you looked at the mess you caused.

you knew you could always count on your fans to treat you right.

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[gretavanbear]

i should be updating the professor soon… my school semester ends next week and i’ll have more time to write i promise 💔

[gretavanbear]

Can you tell us more about biker Jake? 🖤

yes!!!!! the fic will be posted after i’m done my midterms :)

the fic will be like… older brother’s best friend who’s a biker. she goes to a party she isn’t supposed to and they make a deal…. i won’t say more but to the people ive talked to about this fic they seem very excited 😁

[gretavanbear]

I’M WRITING ONE !!!!!

Can I please have a Professor Jake fic

[gretavanbear]

hey guys, my midterms end next week so i’m really going to push myself to get a new chapter of the professor out.. love u 🤍🤍

[gretavanbear]

im writing it, lover (;

THIS IS SO THE PROFESSOR JAKE….

[gretavanbear]

THIS IS SO THE PROFESSOR JAKE….

[gretavanbear]

Sugar II (part 3)

18+ plus only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: adult themes, angst, discussions of alcohol consumption, etc

Thank you all so much for your patience while I was out of town…I love you and never intentionally keep you waiting! You’re my babies!! ❤️❤️

“Why am I always the last to know everything?” Sam slips into Josh’s dressing room, shirtless and as always, slapping along on two bare feet “Is it because I’m the youngest, or are you just an asshole?”

In contrast to his brother, Josh drips in beaded satin; glitter swept deftly across his eyes; rhinestones grabbing at the light until he winks and flashes like a star against its midnight sky.

No one would expect anything less. He is always the first to be found wandering the hallowed arena halls, made up and shining like old Hollywood royalty. It soothes him…a lullaby masquerading as expensively tailored glitz. You used to help him…zipping up jumpsuits he could have easily secured himself, fussing over his hair, lint rolling velvet, laughing and chattering away to keep his mind off that unforgiving anxiety of his. They are memories he cherishes and thinks of nearly every time he primps.

They each have their rituals - Daniel bangs around on a kit until his arms are loose and his mind is buzzing with adrenaline. Sam terrorizes the crew and his brothers with his trusty four-legged sidekick, shaking off the jitters with hijinks. And Jake scrutinizes his gear meticulously, checking the work of techs and roadies who definitely know what they’re doing. He usually finds something to pick apart anyway. It sharpens his focus and quiets his mind.

Josh steps into costume and becomes someone else. Someone he often doesn’t recognize…who is this person with such charisma and grace? He who commands the attention of crowd after crowd roaring and shaking the rafters? He who is worthy of such primal, hungry fervor?

That is how he finds the spotlight night after night. While the others do their own things, Josh quietly dresses and becomes someone, something, else.

And so, draped in his finery, he watches Sam through the mirror as he flops into a chair, all legs and attitude. “By all means, Samuel, make yourself at home.”

“Were you even going to tell me that she’s here? She always liked me best, you know? She was just too sweet to mention it to you idiots.”

Josh turns with a chorus of clattering glass beads, and leans back against the vanity, arms folded “One, I haven’t even seen you since I found out, so you’ll forgive me. Two, I knew Daniel would break his fucking neck to be the first to tell you,” He shrugs, “figured I’d let him have his moment.”

Popping open a White Claw, Sam ignores his brother's carping in favor of a question “You see her yet?”

“Yes,” Josh turns back to his reflection, patting a fingertip lightly over his eye makeup.

Never in possession of any patience to speak of - the baby of the family rarely is - Sam immediately prods him along. “And?”

He’s met with a sigh, “And what? I went to see her, we caught up for a little while, and then I left. That was that.”

“I went to see her,” there’s a mocking, obnoxious quality to Sam’s tone as he parrots Josh “we caught up for a while and then I— would you shut up? What happened? How is she?”

“She’s...I don’t know. She’s herself and not herself. She looked sad.” The revelation comes with a sadness of its own. “She’s getting married, so she shouldn’t have looked so damn miserable...but she did, and I hated it. It almost made me wish I hadn’t even knocked on her door.”

“I’m usually sad when you knock on my door, too.” Sam deadpans, attempting to lighten the mood at least a little.

“Must you lie, Samuel? You’re stricken with joy when I enter a room, just like everybody else.”

“Christ,” Sam mutters, tossing Josh a white claw to match his own, “I swear, if you could suck your own dick, you would.”

Josh cracks it open and slurps with a dramatic flourish, “Obviously.”

“Why do you think she looks so miserable?” Sam is pondering, turning something over in his mind with worry evident in his eyes.

“Probably because she knows she’ll likely have to see you. That’d be my guess, anyway.”

Josh is disguising his own knotted up stomach with humor. Sammy knows it, and chooses to ignore the dig.

They settle into their drinks until Sam speaks up once again, “She’s getting married? That’s just…” he quiets, unsure and still bristling with concern, “How are you gonna tell him? You gotta wait until after the show, that’s for sure.”

For once in his life, Josh has been rendered temporarily speechless, and that answers the question just fine.

“Are you serious?” Sam leans forward, elbows on his knobby knees, “You can’t be serious.”

“How am I going to tell him?” Now they’re just lobbing questions back and forth at one another. “You can’t be serious!”

Sam’s eyes widen, shocked and hurting for Jake in his absence. It would almost be comical if the situation could lend itself to anything other than this crushing weight, “We have to tell him, Josh. This isn’t okay. He has the right to—“

Suddenly, Josh pushes away from the vanity and the energy radiating from him shifts until he looks nearly frantic, “He has the right to what, Sam? To know? To see her? Have you lost your fucking mind? Put him in a room with her and we’re right back where we started. Three years progress,” his fingers snap harshly, “Poof! gone in a goddamn second.”

Matching his energy, Sam is on his feet in an instant, “Progress? Now whose lost his fucking mind? What progress are we talking about here, Josh? Because from where I’m standing, he’s made none. For his twin you’re remarkably ignorant.”

“I’m not ignorant,” this is bad, especially right before they’re expected to perform. They both know it, but on they march. “I know him backwards and forwards, Sammy, so just fucking listen to me for once. She stays in the past for him and that’s just the way it’s gonna be, end of discussion.”

“She stays in his past, or yours?” Sam counters, sizing his eldest brother up as though he can see right through him.

Shoulders slumped, Josh shakes the venom in Sammy’s accusation off “That isn’t fair.”

“I don’t give a shit. Answer the question.”

Sometimes, Sam readies for battle in a manner that always comes as a shock no matter how many times they’ve seen it happen. When he sheds that goofball demeanor in favor of a game face, it hardly seems real.

He is fierce in his love and loyalty to those he holds close, and tonight, Jacob has earned his favor.

“This isn’t about me, I promise you that.” The truth rings out clear in Josh’s vow. “I loved her once, I love her still, just differently now. I couldn’t do that to him. Not ever. The way he loved her canceled me out a long time ago.”

“Loves her.” Sam corrects, with a finger pointed at his brother to drive home his point.

“All the more reason to keep your mouth shut.” Josh’s timbre is threatening in a way it almost never is. It sounds and feels strange…out of place. “She’s getting fucking married, do you really think he can handle that? Use your fucking head, Sam. Leave it alone.”

Hand on the door handle, Sam watches Josh as if he’d very much like to hurt him, “Who are you to decide what he can and can’t handle?”

~

The show is their worst in their collective memory since their days as greenhorns, though it’s doubtful the fans have taken notice. Each mishap is small and easily disguised, but present all the same. They are unsteady and off-kilter, but only Jake is oblivious as to why.

He snaps a string, misses a mark, foils a riff or two. Josh falls flat and overcompensates, vibrato ringing out sharp. Sam refuses to look in his eldest’s brother’s direction, leaving them detached and removed in an unsettling way. Danny is on point from a technical standpoint, but robotic…their chemistry has vanished tonight and they can all feel it.

The moment they stalk off stage, Sam is clamoring for Jake’s attention as Josh fights to intercept.

Most nights, they’ll filter off into their respective solitude for a time to bask in the quiet before the noise of the bus. Tonight, Sam follows Jake, and Josh follows Sam.

“Jake,” Sam jogs along, easily closing the distance his brother has gained ahead of him with those lanky legs of his. “Hold up, I need to talk to you.”

“It can wait.” Jake is on a mission, clearly in a hurry to close a door and shut out the world. To find a bottle and make love to the whiskey inside it.

“No, it can’t because—“

“He said it can wait, Sam.”

Josh’s admonishment, and the viciousness it’s crackling with, is what turns Jake around. It makes no sense for his twin to be this hostile over something so innocuous; over some random conversation Sam would like to have that doesn’t even involve him.

He turns to find Josh’s glare burning murderously in Sam’s direction. The air emanating from him is in such dramatic contrast to the sunny ray of entertaining light that has just been beaming around the stage, and immediately, Jake senses the urgency of the moment.

On his part, Josh feels the switch flip inside his twin and knows that they’re about to head into dangerous territory. Fucking Sam.

“What?” Jake is furiously fumbling with his hair, shoving sweat soaked snarls away from his face, suddenly overstimulated and on edge. “What is it?”

Sammy speaks up, fighting to be heard clearly as crew members dart around and rush by in a flurry of tasks. “She’s here. Well, not here, but at the hotel.”

Defeated, Josh admits his loss with a quiet “God damn it, Sam.”

Jake somehow manages to catch it over the din and he knows. Or at least, he thinks he knows. He can feel it coming off of Josh like ghostly fingers stretching out to claw at his chest. Still, he doesn’t quite understand, the pieces are just this shy from falling into place.

“Who?” His query is tentative…filled with hopefulness and also a strange terror. A fear he’s only ever felt once before, when, helpless and shattered, he had to watch you say goodbye. A torturous longing only you can evoke.

Sam’s lips part to speak, but Josh shoves past him, grabbing Jake by the arm with black beads shaking about on his shoulders. “No one. Go shower. Have a drink.”

Somehow, Josh’s grip tells Jake everything. All that feverish panic seeps into the fabric of his jacket, somehow chilling his flesh with its burn. “She’s here?” His entire body is rattling with frenetic energy and he wonders if he might crumple to the ground and spark like a downed power line if Josh were to let go of him.

“Jake,” his name is a coddling whisper on his twin's lips, “Leave. Now. C’mon, I’ll go with you. You know what’s best, I know you do.”

As it turns out, Jake doesn’t hit the ground like a live wire, because when he shoves Josh off, his footing is sure. “How did you know she was here? You knew? And you weren’t gonna fucking tell me? Have you seen her?”

Ashamed, and afraid of what’s to come, Josh remains silently stoic under his brother’s eager and furious scrutiny.

“I said, have you fucking seen her?” Now Jake’s body is vibrating with a fury so out of control it’s threatening to boil over and scald anyone in its path.

Suddenly, Danny appears as though summoned by the gods of intervention, as he so often seems to be. He steps in, tugging Jake away from his brothers while staring daggers at Sam.

Sam never fucking thinks…or is he the only one who is actually thinking clearly this time around?

“Come on,” Jake is stumbling around on his feet to keep up with a much larger Daniel, as he drags him along to his dressing room.

It feels like a fever dream when at last he pushes Jake into a chair before shutting their brothers out with a door slammed in their faces.

“Look,” he finds a seat in front of Jake and places a hand on his bouncing knee. “You’ve got to calm down and think for a minute. Do you really want to see her? I mean…”

He isn’t given the chance to finish his sentence, because nothing any of them can say will matter anyway.

“Take me to her.” Neither of them could have any way of knowing that Jake’s plea mirrors the one you had struggled to swallow down in Danny’s arms.

“I don’t know where she is.” He speaks in honesty, and Jacob can sense that.

“Find out.” He rises to his feet and straightens his back, resolved and ready to fight for this. Ready to fight for you. “Josh knows, that fuck. Go find out.”

“Alright,” Daniel nods because what’s to be done now? What’s to pointlessly fight? “Shower in here. I’ll go talk to him.”

~

You’re mindlessly staring at the television screen, gaze blurring and focusing in and out as some chef with a lovely accent you can’t seem to place tosses ingredients round a hissing wok.

The entire room is awash in the scent of the shower you’ve just wept your way through, and the robe you’re swaddled in feels stiff and scratchy. You should change, you know, but you haven’t the energy. Better to lie here uncomfortable and twisted up in aching sadness, that old friend of yours whom you’ve denied for far too long.

Lie to yourself all you want. Shove it inside a box and lock it up tight with chains and latches until it rusts shut, but that throbbing agony will wait patiently for you. Never losing focus, ever vigilant for the moment it can blast its way back into your broken heart.

How you’ll ever rise and put on a professional face for brunch in the morning is a cipher you don’t care to decode tonight.

He’s all you can think of; memories of him. Loneliness for him. The need, so real and palpable. It’s as if you can smell him on your skin though he hasn’t swept his fingers across it in years.

Years? How is that even possible? It seems laughable that you’ve managed so long without him. It seems impossible. A nightmare that you’ve been muddling through.

When the knock sounds out, clipped and sure, at your door, you’re tempted to ignore it - and you even give it a go, but it comes again along with a cheery greeting “Room service!”

You haven’t ordered room service at all, but there stands a smart looking hotel employee, dressed to the hilt in his crisp uniform, waiting patiently beside a cart, when you peer through the peep-hole.

Tightening that terrible robe, you crack open the door, readying to let him know he’s made a mistake, when a hand darts out to push several folded up bills into the server’s hand.

Stunned and struck silent, you manage only to stare as Jake gives thanks and sends him on his way, eyes never straying from your face.

He reaches for you instinctively, but thinks better of it and drops those hands you know so well to his sides, flexing them as if to shake the need to touch you away.

Instead, he opts to offer a soft smile and a gentle joke “Hey, sugar, how’d we get to this place where I’ve got to pay off hotel employees to knock on your door for me, hmm?”

“I—“ You give your head a tiny shake, begging the thoughts rattling around inside it to make sense.

He looks so different. His hair is shorter, and he’s filled out, thickened in a way that makes your throat constrict for all you’ve missed. He’s as beautiful as ever. Alluring and changed, but still just him. Familiar and breathtaking. Perfect and right. Yours. But yours no longer.

Strangely, it’s what he’s wearing that makes you weakest and a little unsteady. He’s dressed in tattered sweats and a beaten up t-shirt. Thrashed vans that were stark white in another life, and damp hair, clearly brushed in a hurry. You love this so much more than if he’d strutted back into your life dressed to the nines. You’d hate to think he’d forgotten you enough to think that sort of thing might impress you.

“Are you gonna invite me in or should I just stand out here in the hallway all night watching you?”

A laugh, breathy and dumbfounded, huffs out of you. You remember the first time he’d said those words to you, and surely he does too. Was that a calculated effort on his part? To remind you of where you’ve been together? Of who you were together?

It’s an awful, self-destructive idea, inviting him in, and you know it is, you do. But when he steps into the room, you can smell him and the fist that has been cruelly clenched around your heart for countless days and nights, relaxes and finally, finally, you can breathe.

The door closes with a click and he’s suddenly so close you could taste his breath if you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into it.

“Hi, pretty girl,” He hushes, and you wish his mouth was pressed against your ear so you could secret that quiet greeting away and live on it for the rest of your days.

All that white-hot closeness morphs into a hug. He’s hiding behind the platonic gesture, and so are you, but he can feel it, the way your body tenses and then melts against his own.

He feels as if he might disintegrate into a puddle of blackened anguish if he ever has to let you go, forever staining the horrendous hotel flooring where you once stood like an ethereal phantom sent to mend his heart. But a hideous reminder of where you once existed in this room with him for a few precious moments.

His hands have touched too many bodies to count since he last held you, but he has felt nothing until this moment.

No, he loathes the thought of letting you go, but he pulls back anyway, readying to let you lead this interaction. Alas, his palms find your cheeks all on their own, cupping the beautiful face he’s bartered with the devil for, that he’s prayed to god for, that he’s raged and begged for.

“My girl,” he wonders, like you can’t possibly be real. “My fucking girl.”

Your hands are molded over his, how did that happen? And then he’s releasing your face in order to lace your fingers together…he longs to touch you everywhere, but that isn’t okay any longer, is it? So he’s desperate for a way to latch onto you innocently.

He feels it then, and holds fast when you try to pull your hand away. Gaze - gorgeous honey swirling with caramel and horror - locked in on yours, he turns your hand to inspect the ring perched there like a weapon sent to destroy him.

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