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[kissingsun]

SPELL ON YOU, I

WARNINGS: soft jake! x femme reader (no mention of gender.) rough kissing, f receiving oral, m receiving oral, mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT GUYS!!), face fucking, edging, orgasm denial, slight cockwarming (if you squint??), choking, Jake’s old blue jeans

“I put a spell on you, cause you’re mine.”

The whole rest of the night started with his hands on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer, ragged breaths and shallow breathing being the only noise in the room other than the occasional creak of the mattress. You didn’t really remember how this happened, drunk on a few too many glasses of wine that was way too expensive for you to even guess the price of.

“What’re ya lookin’ at?” he tilts his head, chestnut hair cascading down his perfectly sculpted face, he slurs slightly, tipsy as ever. “Look at me, c’mon now.” he grabs your chin, turning it to him, his lips pursed.

Your eyes hit his in the dark of the bedroom, the party downstairs still roaring on. His chocolatey brown eyes looking almost black in the mooonlight, you shift your eyes down, and his grip goes from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes in warning, puffing out a breath of air. “I said look at me.” he practically whines.

You chuckle at his neediness, never meeting a man in one night who whines to get his way. It’s cute, soft, you think to yourself. “Please?” he begs sweetly, his hands traveling down your thighs, he huffs again, frustrated at the feeling of fabric. “Please, please?”

“Fuck! Fine, you’re whiny,” you spit out, immediately feeling bad as he pulls away slightly, his gaze lowering. “No, no, no.” you cup his cheeks, pulling him in to kiss him sweetly. He parts his mouth, opening it kindly as you lick into it. He groans slightly, his hand going down to palm himself through his shitty blue jeans you’ve seen at every party, doesn’t he even have another pair? You shake that thought out of your head as he lifts your shirt up, his hands squeezing at your sides.

He breaks the kiss, picking you up lazily and dropping you onto the bed, you chuckle slightly, wincing at his roughness. He winks stupidly, making you roll your eyes as he slots his knee in between your thighs, returning his lips to yours. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling his chest to yours, the chains around his neck cooling your burning skin.

He lifts himself up, sitting on his knees. “You want them off?” he gestures to his necklaces and you shake your head, chuckling.

“No, your shirt- can you take that off?” you ask him quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed asking as his eyes burn into yours.

“Only if I can take off your pants,” he winks, smirking just enough for you to notice.

You nod your head, lifting your hips, he takes his time, humming an old blues tune while he unclasps every button, zipping down the zipper. His thumbs dip under your underwear, rubbing circles into your smooth skin. “Soft.” he murmurs, lowering his head to kiss just below your stomach.

You reach your hand down to his hair, twisting at his strands. You blush at his comment, turning your head away. But, just as it started, his touch stops. “Pretty baby, I said look at me.” he says more sternly than the last time. “I don’t wanna beg, jus’ need ya to look at me.”

You oblige, looking at him as he pulls your jeans down, throwing them to the side of the room, licking his lips as he looks at you. “God, ‘m so lucky.” he hums. “Can I give ‘er a kiss? Just a tiny one?” he asks sweetly, batting his eyelashes. His hand reaches to palm you, clothed just enough for him to feel frustrated.

When you stay still, he rubs his hand up your sides. “‘S okay, pretty thing. Just wanna kiss her hello.” he says, a sly grin forming on his face, your eyes go to the ever growing dimple on his face, sighing.

“Need a yes.” he tuts as you buck your hips up.

“Yes- please do.” you whine, wiggling your hips, inching them closer to his pretty lips.

He chuckles at this, pulling the rubber band at his middle finger, wrapping his hair into a low bun as he looks again for confirmation. His lips part ever so slightly as he presses a kiss to your clothed clit, humming softly. “So pretty.”

He pauses, tilting his head up. “More?” he tilts his head like a lost puppy, if he had a tail it’d be wagging. You nod, grabbing his low bun and pushing him closer. He takes the hint and licks you through your underwear, your body jolting up as the tip of his tongue catches your clit. He chuckles again, hands places firmly on the insides of your thighs, thumbs burning circles into your skin.

“Like honey.” he comments. “Can I take them off? Please?” he looks back up at you, bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, please.” you sigh breathily, nodding your head frantically.

He hooks his index finger under the hem, pulling them down while kissing down your thigh, once they’re fully off he folds them and shoves them into his back pocket, smirking. You know you’ll never get those back. His thumb reaches up back to the inside of your thigh, firmly gripping to keep you parted. “Fingers too? Just my tongue?”

“Anything- fuck- anything please.” you whine, hands balling at the sheets below you, knuckles white.

“Mhmm.” he hums, darting his tongue back and taking a slow, drawn out lick from the bottom of your pussy to the top of your clit, he breaks away, licking his lips to savor the taste. “Fuck, have you ever tasted yourself?” he asks curiously.

You shake your head at his question, in response he runs the tips of his ring and middle finger through your folds, standing up and brining them to your mouth. “C’mon, taste it.” he taunts, you shakily wrap your lips around his fingers and suck, humming at the salty-sweet taste.

“So good for me.” he hums, his thumb going down to rub at your cheek. He pecks your temple, descending down again.

His thumb finds your clit and rubs tight circles, eliciting a strangled moan from your lips, you snap your mouth shut and he stops. “Wanna hear you.” he says, licking into your entrance.

You buck your hips, rocking them, but he puts a stop to that, grip firm on your thighs. You whine slightly, his tongue fucking into you as his thumb rubs at your clit. He groans softly, adding to the sensation as his tongue vibrates inside you, your dominant hand moves from the sheets to his hair, pulling at his bun, accidentally undoing his rubber band. He doesn’t mind, too focused on you to even focus on his hair that’s starting to cling to his neck. You push him closer, he chuckles into you, making you yelp and buck your hips up.

He releases you, thumb still circling your clit as he licks his lips as clean as he can, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth and playing with your tongue. “Sound so pretty.” he mutters between kisses, making you blush.

“Baby,” you sigh, pulling his face closer, arms around his neck. “What about you?” you ask him, his lips still kissing you, muffling your words.

“I like it,” he chuckles, nipping and sucking at your throat, his tongue licking and soothing the wounds. “Fuck- you’re perfect, just perfect.” he purrs, his non dominant hand running up your stomach. You fight the urge to sit up and shove his face back down, the burning between your legs not soothed but teased by the slow circles around your clit.

“Please- please- just fucking-“ you rock your hips, frustrated at his slow, yet painful circles around your growing need.

“Shhh, baby, calm down- I’ll take care of ya, promise.” he hums, nipping at your collarbone with a cheeky grin, his thumb moving even slower.

“No, no, no, no!” you kick your feet, spreading your legs farther, hands balling into fists before banging against the mattress.

He grows frustrated at your small tantrum, pulling his hand away to wrap around your throat, squeezing tighter. “Fuckin’ brat.” he spits. “You’re gonna take what I’m givin’ you, and like it.” he demands, eyes boring into yours. You have the nerve to roll your eyes at him, making him groan and squeeze your throat again.

“Nuh-uh, honey.” he tuts. “You’re not five, I’m not gonna give you what you want if you throw a fuckin’ fit, baby. Gonna shut you up with my cock if you’re unhappy with what I’m givin’ you.”

Your eyes widen, not being used to being refused in this way, you open your mouth to speak but he shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, resting them on top of your tongue. “Mh, no.” he hums, smiling devilishly.

“Please?” you beg, almost choking on his fingers as he shoves them further down your throat, gagging.

“Fine.” he sighs, pulling his fingers out of you, you sigh with relief. “I’ll give ya what you want, mkay?” you nod your head immediately, feeling slightly embarrassed at your desperate nature. But, you’ll do something, anything, for him to place his hands back where they were.

He pecks your lips, settling himself on his knees, he teases a finger inside, curling it. You gasp, arching your body off the bed, he lays his arm around your stomach in response, pinning you down. You grab at something, anything, your hands yet again going to his hair. He groans as you tug at his strands, sticking his tongue out to lick you.

He pulls away yet again, you wince. “C’mon, fuck yourself on my tongue, you gotta work for it.” he says, and you can tell he’s smiling, he fucking enjoys this.

You groan. “Please, just-“ you plead, pushing himself down, but, he doesn’t move, firm on his stance.

“You want it, you gotta pursue it.” he tuts, pulling his hand off your stomach, sticking his tongue back out. “Come on, ‘m waiting like a fuckin’ dog.”

You blush, cheeks rosy from arousal and embarrassment. You scoot yourself closer down the bed, your ass nearly hanging off, you pull his head down onto your pussy, freezing for a moment. His eyes dart to yours, checking to see if you’re okay. You nod, placing your other hand into his shoulder. You rut your lips on his tongue, he doesn’t even move it, making you more frustrated.

“Baby, please.” you pull his head back then push it forward, encouraging him to move his tongue. But, he doesn’t, and you rut your hips faster, feeling like a fucking dog. “Give me something, Anything.”

He relents, wiggling his face, his nose rubbing onto your clit. You moan in satisfaction, feeling the pit in your stomach bubble. “Yes, thankyou thankyou.” you rush out, your tone whiny.

He laughs, he fucking laughs at you. You whine, feeling yourself closer and closer. You tug at his hair, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling into your head. Right when you’re about to feel the band snap, your orgasm teetering on the ledge, he pulls himself away.

“No!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes. “No! Please! I wasn’t complaining- I was- I was-“

“Save the tears,” he sighs, rubbing the teardrops off of your cheekbones. “Whining like a dog, I’ll give you what you want.” he tuts. “But you’re gonna have to get it.”

You nod eagerly, raising yourself to your knees, you crawl to him, hands immediately fiddling with the button on his jeans. “Easy now.” he pets your head, craning his neck down to kiss the top of your head.

“Pretty baby, so so so pretty.” he coos, pulling the rest of his jeans down, stepping out of them and kicking the other side off.

Your eyes immediately beat down to his boxers, American Eagle navy blue boxers, his pretty pink tip resting just above the hem of his boxers. You lick your lips, eyes going to his. “Can I?” you ask him sweetly.

“Course, pretty, bet your lips would look so pretty wrapped around my cock? You want it?” he teases, his thumbs pulling the waistband down just enough for you to see an inch more.

You tug the rest of him down, his underwear resting on his thighs. Hands clammy with sweat, you wrap one around him, gasping at the girth. He chuckles, his hand going to the top of your head, rubbing circles with his thumb to encourage you.

“C’mon baby, I’m hurting here,” he groans, tugging at your hair.

You oblige, pressing a small peck onto his leaking tip, stroking him with your dominant hand, the other holding onto his thigh, anchoring yourself. You sink down onto him, remembering to breathe through your nose. He laid a soothing hand on your white knuckled left hand, rubbing it to let off pressure. You slowly relent, knowing that they’ll be crescent shaped indents left on his tan flesh. Deep and slow, you bobbed your head down onto his heavy flesh, in response he let out a deep, guttural sigh. “Just like that, ffuuuuuuck.” he pushes your head farther down, you gag, immediately he softens his grip.

“Mhm, mhm, yes, just like that.” he groans, throwing his head back, you can feel him twitch inside you, he gulps, pulling at the roots of your hair.

He pulls you off of him, your mouth making on obscene pop. “No more, I don’t wanna cum in your mouth, too pretty for that.” he slurs, lust drunk on you. He taps your cheek. “Up, up.”

He craws on top of you, spreading your legs while he works the rest of his half buttoned down black button up. Coins rattling while his fingers shakily work down his shirt. He pulls it off, letting it fall from his arms down to the floor. Then, he pulls your shirt off, pushing you down to kiss along your stomach, pecking up your stomach, he murmured sweet nothings.

“God you’re gorgeous.”

“You smell pretty.”

“So soft.”

“Sweet thing.”

He reaches your collarbones, sucking at the tender skin he already bit, darting his tongue out to lick the wounds and soothe them. “You ready?” he asks sweetly.

“Yes, fuck, please.” you nod eagerly, bucking your hips up, sighing when you don’t get any friction.

Placing his hands on your hips, he flips you over onto your stomach, tapping your thighs. “Look at that.” he grabs your chin, callused hand pointing you towards the vanity mirror on the other side of the room. Your eyes dart down, blushing stupidly. He shakes his head, “Look.” he demands, softly at first “Look!” he says again, sharper this time.

You raise your eyes up, his hands at your sides, rubbing up and down your body, feeling your stomach, squeezing your thighs. “Want you to watch, see what I’m doing to you.” he sighs, bending his body in half to rest his chest on your back, nipping the shell of your ear. You shudder, nodding your head in agreement.

He cranes your face closer to his, pecking the corner of your lips before meeting you on the middle, giving you a sweet yet sloppy kiss. “Gonna fuck you, how do you want it?” he slurs, eyes half lidded, a dopey smile playing at his lips.

“Just- give it to me.” you demand, whining.

He chuckles, kissing your shoulder. “M’kay, I’ll take it slow.” he coos. “Gonna be rough, ‘s that okay?”

“Mhm.” you hum, wiggling your hips. His hands knead the flesh of your hips, letting go of one hand, he places it between his legs, pushing himself into you.

He watches you shudder, holding himself as still as possible. He caresses one hand around your stomach, holding you in place, kissing all over your shoulder. Thumb rubbing under your bellybutton, he whispers, “Can I move?”

Nodding, you chuckle somewhat. “Yeah, thanks.” you blush, a small smile playing on your lips at his care.

He pulls your back to his chest, chains of his necklaces dangling and clinking with each other. He slowly pulls out almost all the way, making you wince, but he slowly slides himself back in. “You feel incredible.” he sighs, pecking at your temple, hand wrapped around your throat. “Jus’ look at you, fuckin’ goddess.” His thumb swipes just above your jawline, craning your face to the mirror. Your hair a mess, eyeliner smudged down your face, panting like a dog.

You meet his eyes in the mirror, taking him in, his lips parted, eyes half lidded, tan skin damp and shiny with sweat. He picks up his pace, hand wrapped tighter around your throat, left hand still soothing circles into your stomach. “C’mon, baby, tell me you’re pretty.” he whispers into your ear, lips grazing the shell.

When you don’t respond, he pounds into you more forcefully. “I said, tell me you’re pretty.” he groans, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder.

“I’m pretty.” you pant out, one hand going to the back of his thigh and the other over his hand on your stomach, trying to keep balance.

“Fuck, you’re so good, so sweet.” he hums, kissing along your shoulder, sucking and biting. “Play with you clit, ‘m so close, so sorry.” he whines, brows furrowed, sweat beading and falling from his forehead.

You chuckle at his apology, tilting your head to the side to catch his lips. He hums in delight, kissing you deeply, tongue melding with yours. Your hand reaches down and rubs feverish circles into your clit, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the edge, and you know the same is true for him with the way he’s twitching inside you, rhythm faltering.

you grab at the hair on the back of his head, pulling it, he groans gutturally, biting his lip to soothe the pain. “Fuck- fuckingshit.” he tries his best to continue his rhythm, wanting to get you there first.

You come undone, but he holds you still, guiding you through it, hands still firmly around you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “Shit.” you sigh out, eyes rolling back in pure ecstacy.

You wince when he pulls out, his hand immediately going to finish himself off, spilling onto you back in ropes. Catching his breath, he kisses your shoulder, lifting himself off of you. “Gonna get a towel.” he explains, rushing over to the connected bathroom, the water running.

He returns with a black washcloth, wiping himself off you, handing you another clean cloth to wipe the sweat off your body as he uses the same wash cloth to clean off his dick, slowly softening.

“Thank you,” you flip over to look at him, wiping yourself off, shuddering at the sudden coldness of the room.

He pulls his pants and boxers back up, fastening the button. “You see my shirt?” he chuckles, looking around the room until you find it half tucked under the bed, throwing it his direction. “Thanks.” he smiles softly, pulling the sleeves over his arms.

He helps put your pants back on, then your shirt, kissing your forehead. “I’ll be back, you rest here.” he says softly.

“Wait.” you grip his wrist. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Jake.” Jake winks, walking out the bedroom door.

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Jakey once again in Portland, captured by yours truly 🥰✨

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that was the best concert I have never been to

[gvfsstardust]

and also the fact that i literally TOUCHED JOSH????

like yea sure it was just for a second while he TRIED to hand me a rose before someone GRABBED it from me 🙄

but still I TOUCHED JOSH

and MORE PICTURES cause between the 2 nights i’ve seen them i LITERALLY have 2,000 photos and videos (no i don’t have a problem and yes my storage hates me)

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Kill Fear

Kill Fear

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Jake makes a decision on something he’s wanted for a long time but he needs some support to go through with.

Warnings: Illusions to sex, ear piercing, mentions of needles, piercing guns.

Word Count: 3.5k

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Jake asked quietly as the two of you laid in bed. 

You were seconds away from falling asleep for the night. You had been staying in Italy for a few days and it was a little past 1 AM. You were absolutely exhausted from all the traveling, sightseeing, and shows that took place these past few days. Not to mention, the time differences were killing you and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with Jake and go to sleep. But that wasn’t in the cards for the night. Night time was when Jake’s mind wandered. 

You’d gotten used to his late night shenanigans over the years. Some nights you’d be asleep and all of a sudden you would wake up to see his shadow across the walls. You would open your eyes fully to see him pacing the room, balancing his phone, a notebook, and pencil in his hands, jotting down chords and recording voice notes of himself humming riffs. You loved it. Even though he woke you up, his voice and his hums were the perfect lullaby to ease you back into sleep. 

Other nights you’d dream of chewing and crunching noises and wake up to him eating next to you with his eyes glued to a movie on the tv in front of him. And not just snacking- eating a full hot meal of something he made from scratch in the kitchen at 3 in the morning. He’d hold the fork out to you with a bite on it and whisper something along the lines of “I made cajun alfredo pasta and garlic bread. You wanna try it?” 

Sometimes you took the bite, but most of the time you gave him a small laugh, rolled over, and went back to sleep. He’d rest the plate on his chest as he ate and put his free hand on your back and gently rub it until you fell back asleep. You would open the fridge the next morning to see leftover containers filled with his latest creations. You loved it. They were perfect to reheat for lunch while he was at work for the day. They were even more perfect when you froze them, thawed them out, and ate them when he was away on tour. Just a little taste of Jake when you missed him the most.

He was a night owl in every sense of the word. Every night around 11, he’d lay with you until you fell asleep, and then he’d get out of bed and quietly do his little “Jaketivities” as his mom called them, until the the early hours of the morning until he slept in, waking up in the early hours of the afternoon.

As your mind was shutting off for the night, his was just turning on. Tonight was no exception to that rule. Except this time, his mind wasn’t wandering about cooking or music. It was wandering about something else.

“Hey,” he spoke quietly again, grazing his hand over your cheek to get your attention.

“Mhm,” you answered in a hum with your eyes closed. You were resting your head where his upper arm met his chest. He rubbed the hair along your hairline with his thumb. 

“Nevermind, you’re tired and it’s stupid. I’ll ask you tomorrow,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. 

Usually he was quiet and never deliberately tried to wake you up. So his question must have been something that was really weighing on him.

“Everything okay?” you asked as you sat up to face him, using your elbow to support your weight.

“Yeah, just don’t laugh, okay?” he said, mimicking your actions so now he was also leaning on his elbow to face you.

“I won't,” you assured him. 

He grabbed your hand and rubbed the top of it with his thumb. He looked down at his hand on yours and didn’t look up at you as he spoke.

“So, I’ve been thinking about doing this one thing since I was like eighteen,” he began, “And I’ve always wanted to do it. But I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

You could tell he was apprehensive about even asking you the question. You didn’t even know what it was about but his tone worried you. 

“Besides,” he continued, “Josh beat me to it. And that’s really the main reason why I never did it. I didn’t want people thinking I copied him or something. Plus he said it hurt like a bitch.”

“Jake, what are you talking about?” you asked. You could hear it in your own voice that you were tired and you were sure he could too. 

“I kind of want to…” he paused, “pierce my ears.”

His words instantly woke you up.

“Pierce your ears?” you said.

“Yeah,” he said shyly, “This girl Tory we grew up with pierced Josh’s ears in her garage the summer after graduation with a needle and an ice cube. Ever since then, it’s kinda been in the back of my mind.”

“Do you want me to call room service and ask them if they have a needle? You can go fill the ice bucket while I call,” you teased.

He smiled, shook his head, and rolled his eyes playfully as he reached for his phone. 

“Seriously,” he began, “I found a place that does it like a block away from here.”

“You’re gonna do it here?”

He shrugged, “When in Rome, right?”

“Jake, we're in Florence,” you laughed.

He held his phone out to you and you took it from his hands. You checked out the website of the place he had already pulled up. Jake watched you as you scrolled through pictures of piercings, and read through reviews you translated from Italian to English. It looked like a good, legit place. He seemed to have done his research. 

You handed his phone back to him and reached your hand up to feel his earlobe. 

You brushed his hair behind his ear and pouted at him a little as you rubbed the soft skin with your thumb. 

“So what do you think?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper.

“I’m gonna miss this,” you said, still rubbing his earlobe. 

Jake had soft earlobes. You loved nibbling and kissing them. He loved it too. That was his sweet spot. When you kissed him there softly and sweetly, he giggled and squirmed. When you kissed him right behind his earlobes, he sighed and moaned in pleasure at the feeling of your lips on his skin. Either way drove him crazy every time. 

“But,” you sighed, “It’s not my choice. Plus, I think you’d look pretty sexy with a hoop in here or something,” 

He immediately broke out into a smile and nodded.

“That’s the plan,” he said matter of factly.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this for a while now?” you teased. 

“Told you,” he said, smiling wide, “Since I was eighteen.”

You ran your thumb over his earlobe one more time and then brought your lips to his ears. You gave him a couple little kisses around the area.

He giggled at the feeling and you went for more.

You sat up a bit and straddled his waist. His hands immediately found your ass and he used it to pull your body closer to his.

You licked over that sweet spot just behind his earlobe and he let out a deep moan. 

You reached under his shirt and rubbed his chest, right over his nipples. Goosebumps rose to the surface of his skin as you dragged your nails from his chest, down to his stomach lightly. 

Your hands went lower, dipping under the waistband of his pajama pants. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled it back out with a sly smirk on his face. 

With a quick motion, he flipped you over so that he was now on top of you. He went for your ear, tugging your earring with his teeth and sliding his tongue around it. 

“Feel good?” he breathed into your skin as you nodded and let out a hum.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re gonna have fun with this,” he laughed as he continued on, giving you a taste of exactly what you would be able to do to him soon and what he would be able to feel soon.

Let’s just say, things escalated from there and Jake was too tired to stay up for any “Jaketivities” that night.

The next morning, Jake was up before you, which was unusual. He typically slept until the early afternoon hours while you got up and started your day.

You woke up to him, leaning over you and running his hand over your head gently. 

“Hey,” he whispered, as you slowly opened your eyes to him, “You wanna get up, go get breakfast somewhere, and then go do my thing?” 

He was fresh out of the shower, hair in a bun, and shirtless. He was only wearing a pair of white linen pants. His stomach and arms were tan from the summer and his hair was just a bit lighter than normal from the sun. 

You got out of bed, showered, and got yourself dressed. You sat on the bed and put on some make up as Jake finished up getting ready.

He threw on a faded denim button up shirt and looked at you in the mirror as he clasped each button.

“So,” he began, “What does it feel like? You know, getting them pierced.”

“Jake I honestly don’t remember. I got mine pierced when I was a kid,” you sighed. 

He pursed his lips and looked at you through the reflection in the mirror.

“You nervous?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Babies get their ears pierced, Jake. It really can’t be as bad as you think it is. Besides, all you’re going off of here is Josh’s Parent Trap style piercing,” you laughed. 

His worried face broke out into a smile and he let out a laugh- laughing at himself mostly. 

“Does that place you looked up take walk-ins?” you asked, gesturing towards his phone.

“Oh I already called while you were asleep. We’re going at 2 o’clock,” he said proudly.

That afternoon, after some food and shopping, the two of you walked into the shop. He opened the door for you and let you go before him, probably out of nerves. He wanted you to go first. A bell rang out as the door opened and closed behind the two of you.

It was a tattoo parlor and piercing shop in one. You took a look around the shop. The ceilings were high and they were covered from top to bottom in framed drawings and photographs. There was a coffee table covered in binders and books of tattoo art with black leather couches surrounding it. 

The two of you approached the counter. The wall behind it included services and prices for everything along with licenses and certifications of the employees. Everything was in Italian but it wasn’t hard to decipher. 

As you looked around, you caught Jake eyeing up all the jewelry in cases nearby. Earrings, belly rings, nipple rings- you name it- they had it. 

Jake’s eyes stayed on the display of hoop earrings longer than the others though. You could tell he wanted them, bad. 

A woman came from the back of the shop and took a spot behind the counter. Jake told her he had an appointment and she checked him in. She spoke English and assured him he’d be in and out in ten minutes, tops. She told the two of you to pick out a set of studs while she went to the back to set things up. Within minutes, she was back and she led the two of you to the back with her.

The shop was relatively empty, just one girl sat in a chair with her forearm out as a tattoo artist focused closely on the lines he was tracing on her skin. 

You walked past her and you gave her a small smile as she looked at you and Jake. Her body stayed still but her head spun as you passed her. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew exactly who he was. 

Jake sat down in a black leather chair and held his hand out for you. You took his hand in yours and rubbed tiny circles onto the back of his hand with your thumb. 

The piercer wiped his ears with alcohol pads, marked little black dots on them where she would make the holes, and asked for your approval. You nodded at her as Jake looked at you nervously, biting his lip.

You could feel his hands shaking as you held them steady.

“Jake,” you began, “Relax. A needle and an ice cube in someone’s garage is a lot different than a piercing gun done by a professional,” you assured him.

The piercer let out a tiny laugh from her nose.

“Guys bring their girlfriends with them for this stuff all the time,” she said, “and they’re always nervous. Men have no pain tolerance,” she laughed as she put the stud in the gun.

She looked at Jake, “If you want to feel real pain, get your nipples pierced,” she joked. 

“Don’t give him any ideas,” you laughed.

Jake didn’t laugh. He was a mess of nerves. The same Jake who gets on stage in front of thousands of people, night after night, was nervous.

Jake watched the woman as she held the piercing gun up to his right ear. He sucked in a huge breath and held it, closed his eyes, and shut them tight.

She pulled the trigger and you watched him flinch the second it went through his skin. 

A second later, he opened his eyes and breathed out.

He had the weirdest expression on his face. Like, he wasn’t sure how to feel. 

You smiled at him, waiting for him to speak.

“That actually wasn’t that bad,” he said, confused, yet relieved.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he responded.

He smiled at the woman, who was now standing on the other side of Jake, ready to pierce his left ear.

“Go ahead, do your worst,” he said with confidence and a smirk on his face as she raised the piercing gun to his ear.

She pulled the trigger and Jake blinked hard as the earring went through, but that was all.

She handed him a hand held mirror and he held it up to give himself a good look. He had the biggest smile on his face. 

You could tell he liked the way they looked and that he was happy with his decision. Especially considering it had been one that was almost ten years in the making.

“Keep these in for at least three months,” she said as she handed him a small paper bag, “twist them every so often, clean them with the solution in there every night, and they’ll heal in no time.” 

Jake nodded and the two of you followed her back to the front of the shop, passing the girl who’s tattoo was just getting finished up. 

You and Jake were at the counter, about to pay, when you heard a quiet voice say “Jake?” from behind you. 

He stopped what he was doing, gave you his card, and turned around to talk to the girl who you saw throughout your time in the shop. They ended up talking for a bit. Turns out she was a fan and went to a show a few days ago. He showed her his earrings and she showed him her tattoo, which earned a “Wow, that’s incredible,” from Jake. 

You finished up paying and turned around to catch the end of their conversation. You peeked at her arm to see the gate of their album tattooed, along with vines, flowers, and a key perfectly intertwined together. 

They took a few pictures together and said their goodbyes. As she left, she told him his secret was safe with her. 

That night, the two of you met up with the rest of the guys for dinner. Jake purposely put his hair in a bun but didn’t say anything.

Dinner began like any other one would- Sam and Danny were fooling around and taking pictures of each other and Josh was talking non stop about every item on the menu. 

Your drinks came and the group was picking at appetizers and talking casually when Sam’s voice caused every head to turn to him.

“Hey,” Sam said loudly, giving Jake a small point from across the table.

Now, every head was turned to Jake.

“What? Jake asked casually, shrugging his shoulders and acting like nothing was new.

For the first time that night, everyone was finally getting a good look at Jake. 

You watched each of their eyes bug out of their heads when they realized. 

They all spoke at the same time. 

“Holy shit,” Danny said.

“No fucking way,” Sam said.

“Oh my God,” Josh said.

“What?” Jake asked again, this time with a smile spreading across his face.

“You pierced your fucking ears!” Sam exclaimed.

Jake nodded and raised his eyebrows.

“When the fuck did you do that?” Josh asked.

Jake told them the story he told you- how he’d always wanted them, but Josh’s experience and him doing it first made him put it off until now. Josh got a kick out of it and laughed. Sammy and Danny sat there with confusion and shock on their faces. 

However, after the initial shock wore off and the three of them got all their jokes out, they admitted Jake looked good and that they were happy for him. 

After dinner and (lots of) drinks, you went back to your hotel for the night. 

You and Jake quickly found yourselves in bed, feeling each other up and tugging at each other's clothes. His hands were on your waist and you were straddling his lap, giving him wet, open mouth kisses that trailed from his mouth, to his neck, and up to his ear.

When you got to his ear, you stopped as a thought hit you.

You sat up and reached for the bedside table, picking up the bag of supplies he had gotten from the piercing shop.

You dug around in the bag, pulled out a small black box, and held it out for him.

“What is that?” he asked, confused.

“Open it,” you whispered 

He looked up at you with a cautious smile and took the box. He popped it open to reveal a set of gold hoop earrings. You bought them while he was talking to that fan in the shop and successfully hid them from him for the rest of the day.

You watched his smile widen and his eyes light up at the sight of them. 

“Do you like them?” you asked.

He paused for a minute and looked at you. 

“Love,” he said, giving you a soft smile and sweet eyes.

He pushed his lips out for you and you leaned down to kiss him. 

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in as he kissed you soft and slow. 

He pulled away and moved his hand to the side of your neck, rubbing his thumb on your cheek

“Thank you,” he began, “For everything today.”

“Of course,” you replied as you tilted your head to the side to give his earrings a good look. They looked good- all clean and not the least bit red or irritated. 

You missed what his ears used to look like and feel like before but you couldn’t help but love what they looked like now. 

You reached up and placed your thumb on the outside of his earlobe. You rubbed on it lightly and lowered your lips to the spot right under it, giving his earlobe a little flick with the tip of your nose. You were as gentle as you could be, to ensure you didn’t hurt him.

He sighed and tipped his head back to allow you better access. He liked it. 

You let your tongue slide over the stud lightly, teasing it.

He sucked in a gasp and let it back out as a laugh.

“That feels good,” he whispered.

You could tell by his tone that he was smiling.

You went for a bit more of him, giving his earlobe light kisses and sucking on the spot just below it. 

“Wait,” he gasped with your mouth right next to his ear.

You pulled back, thinking you hurt him, only to look at him to see a huge smile on his face and wild eyes.

“Do you think I can put them in now?” he asked.

You laughed and shook your head at him.

“Slow down, Jack Sparrow,” you giggled. 

That night, like clockwork, Jake was up at 3 am with his mind wandering yet again. You felt him move around for a little bit, tossing and turning. He got out of bed briefly but you knew he got back in bed in once the bed dipped down next to you and you felt his warmth again.

Half asleep, you scooted yourself closer to him and reached your hand out for him under the covers. 

After a moment of silence, Jake spoke.

“I put them in,” he said with a laugh.

As usual, you laughed and rolled over while Jake rubbed your back gently as you fell back asleep.

Author’s Note: I wrote this back when Jake’s hoops were first revealed but I never finished this or got around to publishing it. I don't love this because I doubt Jake was nervous to do that and I’m sure he can take pain but I’m hoping Jake lane appreciates it lol

Dedicated to the number one joop enthusiast. 

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Could you write about how nervous they probably were about performing the new song last night?

I'm so sorry for the delay on this one! I decided to write something based around the Sac show, I hope you don't mind:

Stage Fright

Words: 2.7k words

Warnings: language, drinking, allusions to grief

“LAST DAY OF TOUR!” Josh hollered at the top of his lungs, taking a lap from the back of the bus to the front, and back again. 

“You’re supposed to be on vocal rest,” Sam groaned from his bunk before letting out a loud yawn. “Shut the fuck up.” 

“Sorry that I’m glad this hell ride is almost done,” Josh skidded to a stop in front of Sam and crossed his arms. “Don’t piss on my tits.” 

“Piss on your tits?” Sam repeated Josh with a scrunched face. “What the fuck?” 

But Josh was already gone, taking another lap and whooping at the top of his lungs. With the grim acceptance that he wasn’t going to get another second of sleep, Sam pushed himself upright and rose to his feet with a groan. It was just his luck that Josh ran by at that moment and, without a second thought, Sam stuck out his bare foot, tangling it in Josh’s legs so he tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. 

“Agh,” Josh groaned from the ground. “You pissed on my tits.” 

“That’s what you get for waking me up,” Sam said down to his older brother. Feeling satisfied, he stepped over Josh and made his way to the front of the bus, where Jake and Danny were both sitting at the table, quietly working on their tall mugs of coffee. Sam slid into the spot next to Danny and looked over Jake’s head to see Josh slowly picking himself up from the ground and frowning down at the bruise that was already forming on his knee. 

“Are you ready for tonight?” he asked his band members. 

“Obviously not as ready as Josh is,” Danny said after taking a thoughtful chug from his drink. 

“I feel fine,” Jake said down to his feet. 

“You’re definitely nervous,” Sam pointed at his older brother, who reacted with a quick glare. “You’re shit at hiding it.” 

“It’s just been a while since we’ve played new stuff,” Jake started to get defensive. “I don’t want to start accidentally playing the wrong thing.” 

“It won’t matter, we’re playing unreleased music. You could literally play anything and we’d just gaslight everyone and be like, ‘yeah, we totally meant to do that,’” Sam tried to comfort his brother. “You could do a bunch of awful feedback with your guitar and people would probably lose their minds.” 

Jake tsked at Sam’s words and gave his head a firm shake. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“I can’t wait to play the harmonica,” Josh popped up next to the table, making everyone jump. “I’ve been practicing in the bathroom.” 

“We know,” Jake spoke for the table. “We’ve heard you every night at 3am.” 

“I think I’ve got it down,” Josh continued. “Are you ready to become the second best harmonica player in the band?” 

“Sure thing, bud,” Jake gave Josh a hefty slap on the back.

Sam caught a glimpse of Danny and noted that he was a lot more slouched than normal, as if he was trying to disappear into the vinyl seating of the dining table bench. 

“Are you okay?” Sam leaned into Danny’s side to whisper in his ear. Danny slowly raised his shoulders up to his ears. “We can talk later, if you want,” Sam added. 

“Yeah,” Danny said under his breath. 

“Aw fuck,” Jake’s voice raised, capturing everyone on the bus’s attention. 

“What?” Josh asked, grabbing a seat next to Jake. 

“Management didn’t tell me that my name was gonna look like that when I changed my Instagram username,”  Jake whined, holding up his phone. Josh, Sam, and Danny all squinted at his screen and then broke down into laughter when they saw the problem. 

“Jaket Kiszka,” Josh howled, “I can’t believe it.” 

“I never realized my name did that,” Jake frowned down at his phone. “Oh god, so many people are tagging me in memes.” 

“New bus rule,” Sam announced, “We only call Jake Jaket moving forward.” 

“Thank god this is the last show,” Jaket pinched at the bridge of his nose. “Is it too late for me to change it to Jacob?” 

“The damage is already done,” Sam reached across the table to give Jaket a supportive rub on the arm. “I had to deal with all of the iPad kid slander, now it’s your turn.” 

“Jaket Kiszka,” Jaket grumbled to himself, like he still couldn’t believe it.

Danny gave Sam’s leg a light tap and nodded towards the back of the bus. Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at how quickly Danny wanted to talk, but immediately sprung to his feet and led the way without saying another word to Jaket or Josh. 

“Bye, I guess?” Josh called after them. 

When Sam and Danny were in the back, Sam slammed the sliding door shut, giving them their privacy. He turned back around and saw that Danny was standing awkwardly in the middle of the common area, toying with the bracelets around his wrist. 

“Is this about the show tonight or something else?” Sam tried to coax Danny along. 

“I’m scared, Sammy,” Danny said, looking anywhere but at his best friend. “I’ve been so distracted lately, I’m not sure that I’ve got everything down. I really want to play my best, but I don’t know if I can do it.” 

Sam motioned for Danny to join him on the room’s couch adorned in pillows, and they both fell back into its soft cushions. Danny let out a small huff which Sam understood meant that he was starting to get overwhelmed. Danny usually was pretty composed and it took a lot to break him down, but Sam also understood that he had been through a lot in the past week. Sam was beyond impressed that Danny was still playing his heart out in spite of everything, but he had had a gut feeling that Danny was going to crack at some point. 

“Hey,” Sam finally succeeded in making eye contact with Danny. “You’ve got this. Together we make one hell of a rhythm section. Just follow me, and you’ll be okay. You can make it through our new stuff, I know you can.” 

“No pressure,”  Sam caught Danny whispering to himself. 

“How about this?” Sam thought aloud, “We’ll head to the arena early and get some practice in. Would that be helpful?” 

Danny thought it over and finally let out a sigh. 

“That’s a much more rational idea than getting back in bed.” 

“You can get in bed after we practice a bit,” Sam promised him. “And I’m guaranteeing you a really nice meal after the show to celebrate finishing the tour. Whatever you want, it’s on me.” 

“I want In N’ Out,” Danny answered. 

“I was thinking more Michelin star-quality, but thanks for being mindful about my bank account,” Sam said, standing back to his feet. Danny was frozen in place on the couch, lost in thought again, so Sam reached out a hand to help him back up. He noted that Danny’s hand felt clammy and tried hard to think of anything else he could say to make Danny feel better.

“Should I ask if Jaket wants to join us?” 

He was glad that his joke got a small smirk out of Danny. 

“Let’s just keep it to the rhythm section for now. I don’t want Jaket knowing that I might blow things on stage tonight.” 

Sam and Danny snuck out of the bus while Jaket and Josh were distracted, looking through all the Jaket memes that were blowing up their Instagram pages. Sam checked to make sure that the coast was clear and then motioned for Danny to join him as they hustled to the back door of the Golden 1 Center. After getting through security, Danny looked slightly less stressed. 

“Can we run through Sacred the Thread first?” he asked while they walked through the labyrinth of the backstage area. “There’s one fill that I’m really worried I’m going to miss.” 

“Yeah, of course. But we need to do The Falling Sky a few times too,” Sam added. “I’m terrified of that one.” 

“Sam Kiszka terrified? No way.” Danny feigned shock. 

“Hey, I’m not a singer. I’m still pissed that Jaket insisted I take the mic for that song, we all know that he’s the one who’s got the hidden pipes in the group.” 

“It’s your time to shine, Sammy,” Danny cut Sam’s self-wallowing off. “You deserve to have your moment out there.” 

“Watch, my voice is gonna crack,” Sam tried to joke, even though it was a genuine concern. Josh had already started dumping unsolicited advice on Sam to keep his voice feeling fresh and fully optimal for singing, but a lot of it involved chugging down boozy tea, which Sam could hardly force down. “That will especially stink since I made that TikTok saying that I was a man and all.” 

They made their way to the stage and moved to their designated spots, Danny behind his kit, and Sam next to his large amp. Danny was frozen yet again, staring down at his drumsticks like he was trying to set them on fire with his mind, which caused Sam to loudly clear his throat. 

“Yup?” Danny snapped out of it with a startled jump. “Want me to count in?” 

Sam gave him a thumbs up and waited while Danny sucked in a few deep breaths, before tapping his sticks together three times. 

As they played through Sacred the Thread, Sam started to feel more at ease. Like everyone in the band, Danny was a pretty hardcore perfectionist, so it checked out that he would be super hard on himself and doubt that he could play their new stuff. From what Sam was hearing, Danny was hitting every note like it was nothing, even going out of his way to add in some extra fills that hadn’t been included in their studio recording. He caught a few glimpses of his best friend and noted that he was bashing away like each strike was filled with pent up emotions: grief, rage, frustration, fear, despair. The farther they got into the song, the less tense Danny looked, like he was alleviating everything that had been weighing on him. 

When they finished, Sam set down his bass and jumped up on Danny’s platform, giving him a pat on the back. 

“You’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about,” he said matter of factly. Danny’s face was twisted, like he didn’t believe a word of what Sam was saying. 

“I don’t know, I think I was out of time in the middle part.” 

“You weren’t,” Sam hardened his tone to make Danny understand that he was being dead serious. “You were on fire.” 

Danny still looked uncertain while he ran his finger up and down one of his cymbals. 

“How did it feel to play?” Sam decided it was appropriate to ask. Danny took a break from touching his kit and stared up at the rafters of the basketball arena. 

“It was cathartic, I guess.” 

“Can we do The Falling Sky?” 

“Might as well.” 

By the end of that song, Sam was feeling more panicked than when they started. 

“Now why do you look like that?” Danny asked, motioning towards Sam’s face, which was darkened in concern. 

“I missed so many notes,” Sam admitted, letting his hands flop to his sides in defeat. “I don’t know how to sing and play at the same time. How the hell does Geddy Lee do it?” 

“It’s not fair to compare yourself to Geddy Lee,” Danny’s voice was soft. He would never tell Sam, but he had been a bit pitchy and missed a few notes when he stepped up to the mic. “Want to run through it again?” 

“Yes,” Sam turned back around to face Danny, his face pale. Danny raised his sticks up and counted them in again. 

By the twelfth runthrough of The Falling Sky, Danny’s worries about not being able to play their news songs well were entirely gone. He could feel that he was in the groove, and every beat was hit in just the right way. In his gut he knew that he could pull things off and have a good time while he was at it. 

Sam, on the other hand, could feel his confidence diminishing like air being let out of a balloon. Each runthrough brought new errors in places that Sam assumed he had down. He understood that he was getting stuck in his head and overthinking things, but he also knew he wasn’t going to be able to relax until he played through the song without an error at least once. 

Much to his dismay, Jaket and Josh had to arrive for soundcheck when they were part way through their thirteenth attempt. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his brothers standing off on the wing of the stage, scrutinizing his every move while he tried to get out his “Woah-oh-oh-ohs”. Sam missed a note on his bass and, with a loud groan straight into the microphone, waved his hand to get Danny to stop. 

“Can we scrap this and play Meeting the Master instead?” he begged into his microphone so his voice rang around the arena. 

“No!” Jaket and Josh both called back to him. “The setlist is final!” Josh added. 

“I hate you both,” Sam replied into the microphone in a growl. Josh took Sam’s frustration as an open invitation to hop on stage and wrap his arm around his very stiff younger brother, pulling him in close with a grunt. 

“Singing is about feeling the music, not thinking about it,” Josh coached his younger brother. “Feel the groove and let the words roll off your tongue.” 

Sam felt foolish but he reapproached the microphone and tried playing a few lines on his bass while singing again. He would never admit it aloud but he was starting to understand what Josh was telling him, and he managed to play and sing a few lines successfully before he messed up again, mostly because he was surprised he had pulled it off. 

“That was good, try it again,” Josh encouraged Sam. From behind them, Jaket plugged his Gibson into his amp and tested out a loud chord. Danny started to excitedly tap on his cymbals. Sam gave it another try and got nearly halfway through before his fingers got tangled and out of time. “You were close!” Josh’s tone was starting to sound a little condescending, in Sam’s opinion. 

“Why don’t we play from the top?” Jaket asked. 

Sam could feel that he was starting to get drenched in sweat as they neared closer to his singing part. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on Danny’ rhythm behind him, which was flawless. Danny had gotten over his mental block, so why couldn’t he? He was just as much of a musician as Danny. He had pulled off singing and playing in the studio, which was the main reason why Josh, Jaket, and Danny all decided that he could perform live. 

Josh ripped out his harmonica from his back pocket and hunched over it, channeling his inner blues and playing his heart out, obviously having the time of his life. Jaket let out a loud whoop to encourage his twin, and then Sam sucked in a deep breath as Josh finished his solo and placed his instrument back in his pocket to return back to the chorus. 

“You got it, Sammy!” Danny called down from his kit. Sam stared down at his Rickenbacker, said a quick prayer, and then let it rip. 

“YES!” all of his bandmates called out in glee when they finished the song without a single error. Sam flung off his bass in relief and threw his head back to let out a deep, satisfied groan. He could do it. He could make it through the stinking song. They were going to play new music tonight for their fans and, god dammit, it was going to sound good. 

“How long have you been practicing for?” Jaket asked Sam and Danny as he switched to a different guitar. 

“Long enough for me,” Danny announced, standing from his kit. “I’m gonna take a fat nap.” 

“I’m gonna give the boozy tea another try,” Sam gave Jaket and Josh a wave, following behind Danny off stage. The twins watched their bandmates go and shook their heads. 

“Practice more?” Josh turned to Jaket. 

“Absolutely,” Jaket let his guard down. “I’m not ready for tonight.”

“Me neither,” Josh agreed.

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it's probably not gonna happen but i WISH jake would bring back some old outfits for this tour 😫

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