#josh kiskza blurb

[losfacedevil]

@rhythm-of-space I uh, I may have gotten carried away with this thought process, but in my defense I’ve been thinking about this ALL day.

Cool rainy days were perfect for cuddling, something Josh was fond of, making sure to have your favorite blanket to curl up under on the couch. He’d make sure he was pressed firmly against the back of the couch, holding the blanket open for you to snuggle up under, pressing your back flush against his chest as he wrapped his arm securely around your waist.

He’d begin to test the waters, letting his fingers dance gently underneath the hem of your shirt, tickling the skin of your stomach right above the waistband of your shorts. He’d gently push them down, noting how your breathing quickened as you wiggled yourself against him. He’d press soft kisses to your neck, nibbling on your ear as his hand would slip between your thighs.

His fingers would move in slow calculated motions, ones he knew would turn you into putty in his hands and he’d push his own sweats down just enough before readjusting the way you two lay. He’d hover over you, his face hidden in the junction of your neck as he slowly lined himself up with you. You’d nod gently, turning your head to capture his lips in a soft kiss as he pushed into you slowly, your hands finding purchase in his hair.

His movements would be slow, the languid motion of his hips finding a rhythm all their own, one he’s never used before. It wasn’t the love making you were used to, this was more. He wasn’t chasing the high of his orgasm, he was cherishing every second he had to love you, making love to you with the gentlest and sweetest thrusts. Whispers of soft nothings spilling from his lips as he reveled in the feeling of you wrapped around him, how your body reacted differently than usual.

Your release built quick, his slow, relaxed movements bringing you to the edge quicker than ever. It snapped just as quickly all throughout your body in a white hot wave of passion. Never realizing just how much focus you’d have to put into it when the night was quick and rough.

He’d sing your praises as he talked you through your release, one that was more intense than any before. Soft affirmations slipping past his lips of how good you were to him and how lucky he was to call you his spilling from him as he too, toppled over the edge, his movements never changing from those slow languid ones you both realized worked so well.

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: This is just a little blurb that plagued my mind this afternoon. It’s nothing crazy, not super detailed or edited, but I had to get it out there.

Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - 18+ Minors DNI! (oral sex m!receiving)

You knock lightly on the dressing room door with your knuckles and wait for his voice from the otherside before cracking it open. He’s dressed in a silken robe with his initials stitched to the breast pocket. He’s seated in front of the large vanity, fixing and teasing at his curls.

“Hey,” you chime, peering into the quiet room. 

He turns in his chair, greeting you with a sweet smile.“Hello, beautiful.”

You close the door behind you and walk over to him. You can’t hide your excitement even though you had seen each other hours before. “Speak for yourself.”

He had already had his makeup done. Silvery, eyeshadow glimmered across his lids with iridescent rhinestones carefully placed along his high cheekbones. 

You stand before him, allowing him to hold you close by the hips. He can’t hide the bashful smile.“What are you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in your seat, young lady.”

“How do you expect me to listen to the opener when I know you’re back here.”

“Just couldn’t resist me, huh?”

You break away from his grasp, walking toward the rolling rack of outfits that had been wheeled in here. You flip through them, all ones you recognize, feeling the different fabrics of each one until you come across one in particular. The sheer white one that’s adorned with patterns of rhinestones. While gorgeous on its own, it’s completely see through, meant only as a layer over his other jumpsuits. “This one is my favorite.”

He chuckles, stepping closer to you.“That’s just a cover-up, love.”

“Exactly.” You lift the hanger off the pole, freeing it from the rack. Once in your hands, the weight of it surprises you despite the material it's made from.  “You should try it on for me.”

He hesitates for a second before taking it from you. He’s clearly surprised by your request, causing his brows to pull together as he scoffs, “Right now? You’ve already seen this one on me.”

“Yeah, but I need a refresher,” you insist, wiggling your brows at him.  

He drapes the cover-up over his arm and starts flipping through the other jumpsuits until you stop him. “No. Only this.”

You stand back, watching as he shrugs off his embroidered silk robe. You’ve seen him naked countless times, but you’ll never grow tired of it. Fully in the nude, he carefully pulls down the tiny zipper and starts slipping on your outfit of choice one foot at a time. 

He stands before the full length mirror to adjust, pinching and pulling until it settles just right on his lean form. 

Just like you predicted, the jumpsuit seems to melt seamlessly with his skin, making it look as though his entire body glitters and sparkles with precious jewels. Tailored with expert precision, it clings and drapes perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.  

You come into view of the mirror and bring yourself close to him. Holding him by the waist as you hook your chin over his shoulder. You breathe in his rich scent, crisp and clean with the undertones of a subtle cologne. The deep v-shaped neckline of the suit allows him to layer his necklaces, drawing your eyes down the center of his chest. You can see everything — his hardening nipples, the contours of his stomach and hips, and ultimately his soft cock on full display. 

He barks out a throaty laugh, amused by the sight of himself. “Can you imagine if I walked out like this?”

You giggle, knowing full well that there are many women that would give anything to see him like this. 

He might as well be completely naked.

“Would be quite hedonistic of me.” He can’t hold back a giggle of his own as he tries different poses as. “So risqué. So scandalous.” 

“So perfect,” you coo against his decorated ear as you run your hands down the length of his arms. You hold him by his waist, guiding yourself flush against his back. Your soft whine is nestled into his flesh. “What do they call you again? Ethereal?”

Within seconds, his playful smile drops and his mouth falls open. He’s fixating on your moving hands, watching as they roam over his body with the faintest of touches. Seeing his cock twitch and harden with such little restraint is proving to be the best reward you could’ve asked for.

You kiss along his jawline, nipping at the thin skin but making sure not to leave a mark. “Don’t be shy, baby. You love when they call you beautiful.” 

He hums in response, perhaps to hide the blush creeping across his jeweled cheeks. You meet his lustful gaze in the mirror and sigh, “Look at you.” 

You run your fingertips down the hidden track of his front zipper until you’re met with the base of his cock. He groans from the touch, “Oh, fuck.” 

The sensation of your fingers brushing over the thin fabric is new — providing enough of a barrier to make him ache for more. You trace along his growing length, circling around the head that’s now pressed against his thigh. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhmm. I need more,” he begs as his hips buck forward to chase the feeling. 

You step in front of him and slowly drop to your knees. Looking up at him, you’re met with that desperate expression. He’s trying his best to hold his restraint. You skim your lips up and down his barely-covered cock, forcing the heat of your breath through the jumpsuit. 

“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes. You can hear the smile through the words and picture that expression on his face that he proudly wears on stage.

You drag your tongue over him, wetting the delicate material in your path. He’s throbbing wildly, aching for release. With a teasing blow of air, you cause a violent shudder to roll through his body and a string of curses to leave his mouth. His hand grips yours that’s wrapped around his waist while the other rests on the crown of your head. 

“You’re so pretty, Josh,” you praise, kissing everywhere your lips can reach. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“Please, baby. I need to feel your mouth.” He takes the initiative, tugging at the small zipper. You sit back on your heels, watching his rush to free himself.

“Feeling needy?” You taunt as you replace his hand by wrapping your fingers around the base of him. Knowing you’re about to take him into your mouth while he wears one of his stage outfits makes your own desire build between your thighs. 

“Please, please. I need it.” A broken whimper breaks free from his throat. You know him enough to tell that he’s close, fighting the urge to cum within seconds. It could be the risk of getting caught, or knowing he would have to wait hours to have you again, but he can’t sit still, half thrusting and shaking at your tongue spoils him. 

The memory of him gliding across your flattened tongue will live in your mind while he struts around on that stage in less than an hour. His scent, the feel of his velvet-soft skin, the way he grips you as he gets close to cumming will be the only things you can think about. You want him to think about you too. You want him to struggle not getting hard remembering how your mouth felt on him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, taping your hand on his hip and gripping your hair. He huffs out to warn you. “I’m gonna cum.”

You take the cue, burying him deep to the back of your throat. He falls apart within seconds. You swallow him down, making sure to lick him clean.

“I was not expecting that. Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. Shined with your spit, he tucks his softening cock back in the see-through jumpsuit. He offers his hands and helps you stand to your feet.

“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” you tease, dabbing the slight sheen of sweat that’s collected across his brow. 

His fucked-out smile is beaming with the orgasmic euphoria. He hums, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. “You, my sweet. Are an evil, treacherous woman.”

[devilat-thedoor]

i know it’s late, but enjoy this fun lil nsfw thanksgiving Jake blurb based on a conversation between @stardustvanfleet and i🤍🦃

Danny made one comment about Jake being “the best cook” and it went straight to his head….

He had an opinion on everything. Stuffing? “Add more sage, love.” The mashed potatoes? “They’re gonna turn out lumpy if you don’t add more milk…”

The comments and critiques started off mild and you let them roll off your back….until Jake decided that he was in charge and it was his way or no way. The arguments came one after the other; “No, babe. The marshmallows don’t go in the sweet potatoes yet!”

You were sick of it. You’d tried your hardest not to fight in front the family but he was becoming insufferable. “Jake, you’re not fucking Gordon Ramsey and this isn’t a Michelin Star establishment! It’s thanksgiving, for fuck’s sakes!” You threw the bag of mini marshmallows on the counter with a growl of frustration.

He stopped stirring the gravy to turn around and face you. “You’re getting mad for no reason. I’m just trying to help with dinner.” His voice was hushed, clearly trying to keep the conversation between the two of you, but you were well past the boiling point.

“Mad for no reason? Are you kidding me?” You were almost yelling, your tone growing louder with each word. “You’re not trying to help, Jake, you’ve completely taken over! Why does everything have to be exactly how you want it?”

Jake turned back to his pot, picking up the spoon to stir again. “Lower your voice. Our guests don’t need to hear us arguing.” His words were meant to be final. He expected you to fall into submission and just let him be the boss.

You released a laugh of disbelief and watched his jaw clench at the sound. “There wouldn’t be anything to argue about if you didn’t fucking criticize every little thing I did!” Now you were shouting out of spite, trying to get under his skin as you began to mock his words, “Ohhh… hey, babe, that’s too much onion. No, wait, you’re gonna dry out the turkey… blah blah fucking blah! I’m so sick of it, Jake! You’re being an ass!”

He cut the burner off and whipped around to glare at you, “We’re not doing this in front of everyone.” He came at you, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the kitchen, “Let’s go fucking settle this now.” Before you knew it, he was yanking you into the bathroom and locking the door behind you. “What’s your problem? Why are you throwing a temper tantrum?”

“I’m throwing a tantrum? Why does everything have to be your way? You don’t need to have complete fucking control of everything!” You spat the words with venom, looking him straight in the eye. Your composure faltered when you watched his expression darken and you knew he saw the slight shift in your body language.

Jake took a step towards you, his mouth threatening to lift with a smirk. “Keep running that pretty little mouth and we’ll see who’s in control.” He was close enough that you could feel the heat pouring from him and you just couldn’t help yourself…

Dropping your voice low, you leaned forward until your faces were just millimeters apart. “Fuck you, Jake.” You flashed an evil grin and spun around to open the door, but his hand was wrapping around you and pulling you flush against his body.

“That’s what you want, huh? Want me to fuck you? Show you who has control?” His free hand weaved into your hair and pulled, tilting your head back onto his shoulder so he had access to drag his tongue up your neck. “I’ll do it, baby. I’ll fuck you so good…but after I make you cum, I don’t wanna hear another argument for the rest of the day. Understand?”

“And if I make you cum first…” You reached back, palming his cock through the denim of his jeans. “You don’t step foot in the kitchen again until after dinner.” You gave him a firm squeeze, smiling to yourself as he let out a hungry growl.

Seemingly at the speed of light, Jake had you bent over the sink with your chest pressed into the cold marble and your pants around your ankles. “Already, love? This is gonna be easy.” He chuckled condescendingly as he slid his fingers through your soaked folds.

You looked over your shoulder at him and swatted at his hand. “No fucking cheating, Jacob.”

The sound of his zipper echoed through the room before you felt him at your entrance. “If you want my cock that bad, just say the word, baby.” He was pushing into you before you could respond, drawing a moan out of you instead. “That’s all it takes to shut you up, huh? Needy fucking thing.” His fingers dug into your hips as he gave deep, calculated thrusts. Jake kept talking, whispering the dirtiest things to you, because he knew that would drive you to the edge.

“Shut up and just fuck me….please…..” The same way his words worked on you, your begging would work on him, and you used that to your advantage. “God, baby…. deeper….please don’t stop….”

His hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging pain in its wake. “You think I don’t know when you’re faking?” He replaced his grip on your hips and began pulling you back to meet his hips with every thrust. You could hear the smile in his voice when your true moans came back louder, “There she is. That’s my pretty baby… It feels good, doesn’t it? I can fucking feel you getting tighter, love.”

You were never one to concede, but he was meticulously hitting the perfect spot and successfully shoving you closer to your climax and you welcomed it. “F-fuck, Jake… Right there, baby, you’re s-so fucking deep.”

“I wanna be deeper.” He growled the words before pulling out and spinning you around to lift you onto the sink top. Jake hooked your legs around his waist to bury himself back into you with a sigh. “You’re close, love. I know you are. Just let me have it…” He pulled you to the very edge of the counter, fucking you as deep as he could.

Leaning back on your hands, you watched his face while his gaze stayed trained on where your bodies joined. “I am close, baby, so…..fucking close.” It was true…but he was right behind you and you took the opportunity to squeeze around him, making his movements stutter.

His eyes shot up to see your wicked smile and he returned it with a knowing look; almost like he had a secret that you weren’t keen to. “Can you really feel how deep I am, baby?” A patronizing laugh escaped him when you met him with a questioning stare. “Can you feel me…..here?” He pressed a palm against your lower belly, the pressure immediately sending you into a plummet.

Your head dropped back as a cry started to rise in your throat. Jake clamped his palm over your mouth to stifle the sound and you could feel his hand shake as he met his own release, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he spilled into you. The both of you took a few moments to regain composure before he finally pulled out and grabbed the hand towel from the rack. He ran half of the towel under warm water and took his time to wipe you down, the smirk never leaving his face. “Yeah, you fucking won, Jake. I won’t argue anymore.” You held your hands up in surrender as you hopped down from the sink to pull your panties and leggings back on. “We’ll do everything your way, baby.”

He pulled you against him, kissing you softly. “Just the words I wanted to hear. Let’s go finish dinner.” He led you to the bathroom door and pulled it open, revealing Sam on the other side with his fist raised as he was getting ready to knock.

Sammy dropped his hand to his side and bit back his laughter, “We were wondering when you two would be done. Food’s getting cold and we’re all hungry.” He turned away and began walking towards the dining room.

Jake followed him, tugging you along. “What do you mean, I haven’t finished cook-.” His mouth hung open as he took in the buffet of food set across the large table.

Josh came out of the kitchen, then, carrying a handful of serving spoons. “We finished up while you settled whatever tension was going on between you two.” He shrugged as he placed a spoon in each dish.

You looked at Jake’s scowling face, unable to contain your giggles as you slid into the seat that his twin had pulled out for you. “Looks great, guys. I’m starving…”

[ashisill]

Your needs, my needs

Warnings: overstimulation, penetration, oral (f receiving), crying, fingering, mentions of pain during sex, sub/dom ( f and m are switches), and I believe that’s all. Enjoy.

~

As you eagerly waited for Josh’s arrival the phone rang. “Hey love” Josh sounded frustrated.

“Hey darling. Everything okay?” You asked.

“Bad news hun. I gotta stay till 10” he sighed.

“10! That’s 4 more hours Josh”

“Yes I know that” he let out another sigh. “Just don’t be upset with me okay. It’s not my fault. If I could be home with you I would”

“Okay Josh I just never see you anymore, and it’s really starting to get to me”

“I know okay I know. I miss being able to spend hours upon hours together. I miss doing everything little thing with you, but now we’ll be lucky if we wake up in the same bed. Speaking of “bed” it’s been over a month. A fucking month. I know it’s my fault but I am exhausted when I come home. I know I’ve been cranky recently, but I am just so tired. I am afraid I am losing you” his eyes teared up, but he blinked them aways.

“Take a breath. Your not losing me I just miss you. I don’t blame you I understand okay? I’ll see you when you come home. I’ll make some tea, and dinner. We’ll throw on a movie, and everything will be okay. We’re okay love” you assured him.

“That sounds so nice I could cry. Maybe I can talk to Jake and he can sweet talk my way home early” Danny stepped outside to hurry Josh along. “Fuck I gotta go I love you. Just wait till I get home”

Nearing 10 you put Josh’s favorite soup on the stove, warmed up your favorite tea, made the couch extra comfy, and started picking out a movie. You heard the front door open, and josh lazily walked into the house. He dropped his bag at the door, and went to find you. He walked into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. Soft music was playing as you finished up dinner. Josh took a big deep breath through his nose.

“Oh mama is that what I think it is?” Josh asked hugging you from behind.

“Indeed it is. Taste it for me?” He grabbed the spoon, dipped it into the soup, and put the spoon his mouth.

“Mhmmm. Amazing as always darling”

~

Josh grabbed his bowl and snuggled up on the couch with you. “That was delicious”. He turned on his side and threw his leg over yours. As the movie went on he moved closer and closer. Until he was basically on top of you. You adjusted yourself grabbing his hips, and pulling him in your lap.

“Hi ma’am” he whispered.

“Hi pretty boy” you whispered back. You gently thrusted your hips up making sure you two were on the same page. He squirmed above you, and slowly rocked himself against you. You grabbed his hips keeping his pace. You felt him harden as his thrust became more frantic. “Slow down” you gripped his hips “I don’t want you cumming to soon. Slow baby slow”

“Yes ma’am” he listened, and let you guide him.

“Does it feel good baby?” He let out a whimper. “Already can’t finish a sentence love?”

“It’s been s-s-so long” he threw his head back.

You started feeling an intense amount of pleasure as well. Every thrust sending you closer and closer. Your grip on his hips tightened, and he picked his pace up.

“Oh fuck this is embarrassing” Josh panicked as his orgasm built up. “I am so sorry”

“It’s okay darling let go if you need” you moved a hand to cup his face.

“Mama please” Josh whined.

“Please what Josh?” You asked sounding like a tease, but it wasn’t.

“I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me please please” his eyes began to water as he tried to hold back. You bucked your hips upward meeting him. He pulled your shirt up, and placed both hands on your breast. “Please” it was a whimper, and it whispered out of him.

“Let go then baby. Give it to me. You’ve been a good boy”

“Yes” he said weakly. “Yes” it got louder. “Fuck yes. Fuck please” he shouted. Jake who was upstairs most definitely heard. Jake came in right after josh, and ran upstairs to relax. Both of them were fed up with today and went to their own space. You were Josh’s escape, and jakes was his guitar.

Josh was very vocal when it came to sex, but right now he might as well be screaming.

“Oh my fucking god. I love you. I love you. I love you” there it was. He came in his jeans he was wearing, and collapsed into you. You scratched his back softly as he caught his breath.

“That was beautiful” you whispered in his ear.

“I’d be more beautiful if it wasn’t in my fucking jeans, and maybe on you” he laughed softly a bit embarrassed.

“No no I think it was perfect, but your right I’d be better if they were off” josh sat back in the chair, and you dropped to your knees.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve already finished let me give it to you” he grabbed your hand that was already placed on his belt.

“But I want to take care of you” you told him.

“Mama look at everything you’ve done for me tonight. Let me” he pulled you up, and placed you in the seat. He slid himself down, and placed kisses on your stomach. “Let me take control”.

It was mind blowing how fast Josh can switch. He can completely submissive, and listen to your ever obey. Then suddenly he’s got you in a chokehold, and making you cum on his demand.

“We don’t need these right pretty girl?” You shook your head urgently as he slowly slid them down your legs. “As much as I’d love to tease you I don’t think that’s fair”

He dove in immediately. Josh has always took things slow. Giving you kisses up your thighs, and soft kitten licks. . But not this time. His tongue crashed against your clit. You bucked your hips up instantly, and wrapped your hands in his hair. You legs squeezed around him. He gripped your thighs and shoved them down. “Let me in mama. Relax”

“Josh fuck”

He swirled his tongue around your clit, and moving to your entrance to lick up the mess you were making. He slipped a finger inside.

“More” you cried out.

Instantly he slipped another inside you. Never slowing his pace on your aching clit. You felt it build up quickly. A built up you’ve never quite felt before. “Josh I’m- I’m”

His voice vibrated against you “Do it baby”.

“Fuck Josh I’m gonna cum” you bucked forward. He moved with you as you moved frantically. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, and his fingers thrusted harder and harder. You let go, and it came bursting out of you.

He stopped and looked around. “Baby you-. Holy fuck. Sweetheart have you ever done that before?”

“Huh?” You asked confused.

“You- you squirted angel. Has that ever happened?” He asked completely in shock with you.

“I can’t do that” you said still clouded by your orgasm.

“But you did pretty girl. Look” he shifted so you could see the mess you made.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry- I- I didn’t know-I” you covered your mouth completely embarrassed.

“Stop that shit. That was beautiful. I am honored to be the one that made you do it. Don’t be embarrassed that was stunning. Your gorgeous baby”

“Come here”

He moved to lay beside you, and you sat between his legs, and stumbled with his belt. With shaky hands you attempted to undo it.

“Wow love slow down” he moved your hands, and undid his belt for you. You slid down his jeans along with his underwear. You moved upward straddling him. He lined himself up, and you slid down gently.

Josh was big. Bigger than you’ve ever seen or took. It shocked you the first time he showed you. You wrapped your fingers around, and they barely touched. It took a while for you two to be able to have sex. It took a while for him to fit. He warned you it wouldn’t work, but you insisted. Eventually he was able to get about half way. You winced in pain as it burned when he’d move. He pulled out immediately and promised to work with each others bodies. In that time you learned each others body’s. He learned exactly how to move his tongue to make you lose it. You learned how he likes to be jerked off. You knew all his weaknesses. You know how quickly he comes when you suck on the tip a little to much. Or when you slip a piece of ice in your mouth, and take him in. He knows your g spot, and how to hit it every time he fingers you. And now he knows how to make you squirt.

“I know it’s been a while. Does it feel okay?” He asked concerned. “Your really tight darling”

“Yes” you said softly. “It feels good” a slight burning from him stretching you only turned you on. You began moving back and forth. You picked up your pace quickly. He grabbed your hips and pushed you down deeper. Skin to skin. He was so deep inside of you.

“I can’t” you cried out from exhaustion. You wanted to collapse on him.

“Breath” he flipped the both of you so he was on top. “Let me do it sweet girl” he brushed the hair out of your face.

You whined out with soft “ah ah ah”.

He mocked it back to you. “Ah ah ah. Those are pretty noises mama. Feels too good doesn’t it?”

You nodded your head, and cried out for him.

“Shh I am right here. I’m right here” josh knows you have a tendency to get overstimulated during sex. You don’t always handle it well. Josh has learned to recognize when your overworking yourself. He knows when things need to slow down, and that’s what he was doing.

Tears fell from your eyes, and you began to whine rather than a moan.

“I know I know pretty girl” you tried to lift your head to watch, but you couldn’t. “You wanna watch baby?” He placed a hand on the back of your neck, and moved your head gently. A noise that sounded almost feral ripped out of you. “Oh you liked that didn’t you. Is that what my good girl needs?”

“Fuck Josh”

He cupped your face in his hands. You both watched as he slid in and out of you. Until you couldn’t take it anymore, and threw your head back. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him close. Without any warning your orgasm came screaming out of you. He wasn’t far behind, but instead he focused on talking you through it.

“Your doing amazing. Give it to me love. I am right there with you” his hands returned to your face. “Good girl”

“Josh please. I can’t” you cried.

“Yes you can. I promise I am right behind you darling” he picked up his pace.

“Josh” it seemed to be the only word you’ve ever known. “Josh baby”

He fell silent, and his jaw dropped. Soft little whimpers escaping him as he slammed mercilessly into you. Each thrust he pulled back slowly then fucked into with all his strength. He did that about four times before he fell over beside you.

“Are you okay sweet baby?” He wrapped you in his arms, and you laid against his chest.

“Yes” you sighed. He grabbed a blanket that was beside you on the couch. He threw it over the both of you. “Jakes home” you reminded him.

“Ain’t nothing he hasn’t seen … or heard” he laughed softly. You laid on his chest feeling the soft rise and fall, and listening to the beat of his heart. A reminder of home hit you as an arm snaked over waist, and the other tangled in your hair. Sleep invaded your peace, and you drifted away. He turned his attention back towards the tv as his lover slept gently in his arms.

[readyforthegarden]

I combined too because I can 🥰 these two for Josh please ❤️

• caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way

• kisses, even while still half-asleep

hillary my darling, what perfect sweet prompts for our josh.

(thank you grace for the perfect josh🥰)

“I’m not going to fall asleep, I promise!” Josh’s words echoed in your head as you watched him breathe softly underneath you on the couch. Both of you had been paying close attention to the movie on the screen, something you’d been wanting to watch for a few weeks now, but Josh’s schedule had been jam packed since he arrived home.

You knew Josh wanted to watch the movie with you, and he would hate to feel like he let you down on date night. Yet one of your favorite things was Josh when he was asleep. His appearance was otherworldly. Face relaxed, his lips were slightly parted, slow puffs of air escaping as his heart rate evened out. His entire being at peace as he dozed, you couldn’t help but risk disturbing it, shifting slightly to bring a hand up, letting the tips of your fingers trace lightly on his face.

Starting with his eyebrows, you gently ran the pad of your finger across them, smoothing the coarse hairs down. You noted a few errant hairs coming in around his arch, and knew soon he’d be asking for you help him clean up the area, smiling at the thought of sitting on his lap and soothing his plucked pain with kisses.

From the middle of his brow, you let your finger trace down the slope his his nose, memorizing the feel of it, and tapping gently on the very tip. Your finger left his nose, and smoothed out his mustache, following it's curves down the sides of his cupids bow, your thoughts racing against how it tickled and gently scratched against your soft skin when he kissed you.

You traced his lips themselves, feeling his warm breath against the palm of your hand, freezing slightly when he shifted slightly under you, but melted when he didn't wake. From the middle of his bottom lip, you continued to chart your lovers face, sloping down his chin and following the pattern of his goatee, and finding the hidden dimple in the center of it, letting your finger rest in the groove there.

As you guided your hand back up around his face, you spent a few moments tracing the shady circles under his eyes. You began to caress his full cheek, hoping to wake him gently. You knew he’d feel bad for missing the movie, missing you. Josh began to stir slightly underneath you again, humming lowly in his chest. As you continued to trace his cheek, Josh turned his head, pressing his lips to the center of your palm.

“You’re missing the movie, baby,” you murmured softly.

“‘wasn’t sleeping,” Josh mumbled, eyes still closed as he turned his head back. “just resting my eyes.”

“Most people don’t snore when they rest their eyes.” you joked, making Josh knit his brows together in faux offense.

“I don’t snore.” he protested.

“You’re right, you don’t.” you laughed at his face, watching as he grinned. With his eyes still closed, he puckered his lips. Leaning forward, you obliged his request, relishing in his sleepy kisses. One of his hands rose up, tangling in your hair as he cupped your face to hold you close. Slow, tender kisses to your lips, you could feel your body melting down against Josh, as if he was sharing his tired soul with you. You couldn’t help it, after a few moments, you pulled away, a yawn springing from you.

“What do you say we pause the movie, and watch it again tomorrow?” Josh mimicked your yawn with one of his own as he spoke. “As much as I love this couch, our bed is calling my name, and I think yours too.” Nodding, you sat up, straddling him as you reached over to the coffee table, picking up the remote and pausing the film.

Josh and you took a few moments to actually move from the couch, both your bodies sluggish. Eventually you made it to your bedroom, teeth brushed, faces washed and moisturized, and pajamas on. Crawling into bed, Josh immediately pulled you into his side, continuing to give you drowsy kisses as you both nodded off to your dreamworlds.

[stardustjmk]

There’s something about domestic Josh that hits different.

The Josh that knows you so well, as you do him, the both of you so comfortable in one another’s presence. You never had butterflies with him, only because he soothed your nervous system in such a way that you hoped he’d be next to you through everything.

The Josh that has a key to your home, who invites himself in early in the morning and takes the same coffee cup he always does and makes sure to brew an extra cup for you; one that he’ll doctor up just the way you like and bring to you in bed.

The Josh that knows where everything in your house is, so when he stays the night, he takes care of things. You’ll find that he just takes it upon himself to help you with a load or two of laundry, or wash the few dishes in the sink, or take the time to tidy up your room, then lay out a towel and some fresh clothes while you’re in the shower.

The Josh that spends rainy days cuddled up in bed with you, or holds you when you’re upset, even if it’s over nothing.

The Josh that even in forever, will always love you, and love being loved by you.

[madneedshelp]

Hiraeth - Danny Wagner x FReader

Hiraeth: a deep longing for a home to which you cannot return

Summary: You thought life would hurt less if you broke off your painful long distance relationship, but it turns out that’s quite the opposite, and now you have to fight to reclaim the home you once had in him.

Warnings(i guess?): language, breakup, angst to comfort, happy ending bc I’m a softie

“You can’t lay in bed forever. Your boss is bound to fire your ass if you don’t get it together, babe.” 

You looked up at your best friend as she stood above you. She was right. You were a grown woman, and here you were wallowing in bed over a breakup that happened two weeks ago. 

“Just leave me alone. I appreciate you trying to help, but I just need to be alone.” You grumbled and rolled over. 

Things had been okay for a while. Right after the breakup, you had went about life as normal. That lasted for about a week. Then you started realizing that you felt so much worse than you had before you ended your two year relationship with Danny. 

It made sense to breakup. He was a drummer in a famous band, which meant he was always gone, and you felt the connection between the two of you fading. It took a lot of debating, but you finally came to the conclusion that you should end it. 

Now you were starting to think maybe the connection hadn’t been fading, but you had just stopped trying to make it work. 

“Please just get dressed and go get some coffee with me. I need to see you get out of the apartment. You’ve been holed up in here for a week.” Your friend pleaded. 

“Are you really not going to leave me alone?” You sighed, turning to face her again.

“Nope.” She stated firmly. She was a law student, and very very good at getting her way. 

“Fine.” You pulled the cover back and crawled out of bed. “Let’s get a coffee then.” 

She grimaced and scanned your rumpled appearance. “How about you shower and change first?”

You looked down at yourself and accepted that she was right again. Another wave of sadness hit you as you thought about how you let yourself get in this state. You had to fix things. 

An hour later, you were showered and dressed and on your way to get coffee. You made sure to put some effort into your appearance because you thought it might make you feel better. It didn’t, but at least you didn’t look as bad as you felt. 

“Isn’t this better than staying in a fetal position under your comforter?” Your friend sighed and took a sip of her iced latte. 

You shrugged and sipped your own drink. “I don’t know. I guess.” 

She shook her head. “You can’t keep wallowing. I love you, but this is not healthy.”

“I’m not wallowing!” You fumed, but she raised and eyebrow and you caved. “Okay, maybe I’m wallowing, but what else am I supposed to do? I royally fucked up with Danny, and now I go home to an empty apartment from a job I hate, and I feel so lost. I don’t know what my endgame is anymore.”

“I keep saying you should call him! If you feel this bad and you genuinely think the breakup was a mistake, you two should talk about it. At the very least, you’ll have closure.” She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair.

You ignored the growing uneasiness in your stomach. “I don’t think I can just call him up and say ‘sorry I dumped you, but I still love you and I fucked up’ out of the blue.”

Your friend leaned over and put a hand on your arm. “Listen, babe, I’m gonna level with you right now. I have not liked any of the guys you’ve dated before, except for Danny. He’s a good one, and if you think there’s a chance to save things and if that’s what you really want, I think you should try.”

“But it’ll still be long distance, and clearly that didn’t work before.” You huff. 

“I’m not going to tell you how you should conduct your relationships, but I will say that he did make an effort to visit you and call you. I know you, and I know that you like to shut down when you’re hurting. When you called me and said you felt like you were in a rough patch, I could tell that you were already telling yourself it was over. All I’m saying is that if you both really try, I think maybe you could make it work.” 

You looked down at the drink in your hands. She did have a point about the shutting down. It was a defense mechanism that you put in place after one too many douchebags treated you like shit, but it honestly wasn’t fair that you deployed it on Danny. 

He sent you flowers when he couldn’t be home in person. He called you almost every day, and texted if he couldn’t. He flew home to see you as often as possible. He was a good person. You were just scared. 

You couldn’t be scared if you wanted him back. He felt like home to you, and you’d never felt so alone with him gone. If you wanted to change things, you had to fight. What was that thing his brother Josh liked to say? ‘Fuck fear…’ something something? Whatever, you just had to be brave and go fix the mess you made.

——————

That’s how, several hours later, you found yourself just outside of Nashville. The drive was long, but you were a little grateful it gave you some time to plan your speech. You would’ve bought a plane ticket, but you couldn’t really drain your savings, so the drive it was.

Danny had a place near Nashville, like the rest of the band. He didn’t stay there too often, only when he had work. He mostly stayed at your apartment when he was off, but you still knew where to find his place. You just hoped he’d be there when you showed up. 

You pulled in the driveway and shut off the engine. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you forced your door open and made yourself walk up to the door. You came all this way to talk to him, and you couldn’t let yourself get too in your head. 

You rang the bell and waited. There was a long moment of silence, but then you heard a light shuffling inside. You knew you should’ve been relieved that he was home, but your heart seized up. 

It’s just Danny. You’ve talked to him for thousands of hours. You love him. No matter how many times you repeated that in your head, you still felt like you could either pass out or burst into tears. 

The door swung open and you were met with the sharp brown eyes of the man you still loved. 

“Hi,” you croaked, practiced speech immediately leaving your head. 

As he stared at you, his eyes seemed to soften slightly. God, you loved his eyes. Oddly enough, you even missed them. 

“What do you want?” He practically whispered.

You swallowed thickly. It seemed you were leaning closer to the burst into tears side of things, and you were trying so hard not to do that. “To talk. If that’s okay.” 

He nodded and stepped aside so you could enter. He shut the door quietly and led you into his living room. It seemed a little messier than usual, and it looked like maybe he’d been sleeping on the couch. 

“Do you, uh, need anything? I’m guessing you drove and I know it’s a long trip.” He asked.

“No, I’m good.” You shook your head, trying to keep your voice from quivering. 

He sat down on the chair opposite yours and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “So what did you want to talk about?” 

You hated how nervous you were, and how unprepared and scattered it was making you feel. “I just…I don’t know where to even start…I guess I should start with I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Dan, I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. I ran from you instead of talking. I’ve been a shitty girlfriend, and that wasn’t fair. I’m just so sorry for all of it…and I miss you. I miss you so badly that I don’t know why I thought ending things would fix my hurting. I messed everything up so much, and I wish more that anything that I wouldn’t have…wouldn’t have…have left…”

You broke off the end of your rant unwillingly as sobs took over and you couldn’t keep going. You felt pathetic, and you were sure that’s what he was thinking too. Here you were, having driven all the way to Nashville, groveling and crying in his living room. He had to think you were a crazy ass mess. 

In the midst of your mental spiral, you felt the seat dip down next to you. Warm, strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. Danny didn’t say anything for a while. He just held you against his chest and let you cry, which you honestly needed. 

“I miss you too.” He murmured into your hair.

You pulled back enough to look up at him. “You do?”

His own eyes were a little watery, but he seemed to be doing a better job of holding it in than you were. “I do. So much, honey.”

“Do you think we could try again? I know I need to work on a lot of things with myself, but I promise I will be better. I won’t shut down and I’ll make a better effort at communicating. I won’t take it for granted. I love you so much Dan, you’re my home and I can’t lose that.” You met his eyes, hoping and praying that you had a chance. 

In answer, he leaned forward and kissed you. It had been entirely too long since he’d pressed his lips to yours, and you felt yourself melt into him. 

He broke away, just for a second. “I love you too. I know I travel a lot, but it only feels like coming home when it’s you I get to come back to.”

You felt a great relief sweep through you and a fresh wave of tears began to trickle down your cheeks. This man was your whole world and you intended on spending the rest of your life making sure he knew that. 

“Hey, don’t do that. It breaks my heart when you cry.” He swiped some tears away with a brush of his thumb. 

“They’re good tears. Not like the psycho begging tears from earlier.” You added with a shaky chuckle. 

He chuckled softly with you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I don’t think those were ‘psycho tears’.”

“Really? I drove all the way here to ask for you to take me back, that doesn’t seem crazy to you?” You laughed, snuggling into his side.

He seemed to hold you closer too. “Love makes you do crazy things sometimes, I guess. But honestly, no, I don’t think it was crazy.”

“Why not?”

He nodded towards the front door. “See that bag? I packed that right before you got here. I have a plane ticket to go see you for a flight that leaves in an hour.”

Before you started to cry again, you leaned up and kissed him again. It brought you some comfort to know for sure, even though you already knew deep down, that you’d always come back to one another. 

[blacksmokebarbarians]

How about Sammy getting all excited because you’re giving him a special gift you’ve been hiding from him? 🥰

yes. yes. YES. its his birthday, we've got to do this one.

Preparation had begun many weeks ago, when you first wrote out the plan for how you wanted Sammy's birthday night to go. Fairy lights, dinner on the porch, and of course, his birthday gift! The whole shebang. While you had begun becoming rather reserved and secretive as the days inched closer to his special day, Sam grew more and more anxious to know what was going on.

"Oh, come on, Doll, Can't you just tell me what's going on?" He begged, leaning against the kitchen counter as you made breakfast one day. It was the week before his birthday, and he had been growing rather anxious to know what you were up to.

"You can wait a week." You giggled, flipping the pancakes that sizzled on the skillet.

Well before his actual birthday, you treated him like a prince. In all honestly, you couldn't help yourself. He was always so sweet to you, it was in your natural nature to give him special treatment, even if it was a week before his big day. You made him breakfast, took him out on little day trips, and made sure to cuddle up close to him when the night came.

He groaned gently, his brows furrowed as he crossed his arms. "Could I at least get a piece of bacon for the troubles?"

You shook your head with a laugh, handing him one of the prepared slices that you had already finished cooking. Ever since you had pledge to go vegan with Sam, you had been practicing all of his favorite recipes. You found that cooking rice paper with certain seasonings and syrups grew to taste like your favorite piece of breakfast cuisine.

Once you finished up breakfast, the two of you sat and ate, listening to the record that ran in the next room over. "Is it.. a surprise party with the boys?"

"Nope."

"A camping trip?"

"Nope"

"Is it a--"

"Samuel. Hush."

"Finee." He grumbled, finishing off his orange juice. You admired him as the sun from the window shined down on his tanned skin. How did you get so damn lucky? He was like a dream come true, and you had the pleasure of spoiling him when they time finally came.

April 3rd.

It was finally time. The day started off just as any other day had-- the two of you tangled in each other's arms, a nice warm breakfast, cuddling on the couch. When the afternoon finally neared, you sent Sam out to get some wine of his choice from the store to get a chance to set up. The second he had left the house, you were stringing up the fairy lights, finishing off dinner, and setting up a nice candlelit table for the two of you. You had slipped on your dress just before he had arrived. As you heard the jingling of his keys just outside the door, you stood, readily awaiting his entrance.

As the door finally creaked open, he stopped, looking around in awe. You could hardly tell if the look on his face was confusion or absolute shock. "Happy Birthday, Darling.."

Sammy shut the door behind him, his lips curving into a gentle smile. He could hardly get a word out as he looked around, holding the bottle of wine to his chest, "Baby.." He finally got out. His eyes finally met with yours as he stepped forward. "This is beautiful.. Thank you.." He said gently, his open hand wrapping around your waist, leaning down to kiss you gently.

As you slowly pulled away, you took his hand in yours, guiding him to the dining table which was elegantly set. "Anything for the birthday boy!" You grinned, sitting down opposite of him.

"Seriously, honey, thank you." He smiled, admiring you as you began to pour each of you a glass of wine.

The two of you began to dig in to dinner-- Sam leaning back in his chair out of pure delight. "This is wonderful.." He hummed gently, savoring each bite of his meal. "I'm glad that you like it. I've had this all planned out for nearly a month now.." You explained, taking a sip from your glass.

Finally, as the two of you finished off your supper, you stood, Sam's eyes following you intently. You went to the nearby shelf that held all of his favorite records, pulling one down before setting it on the turn-table. "Music and dinner?" He asked curiously, perking up as he watched you place the needle. "You bet." You hummed, walking over to the table, holding a hand out to him. "Come on, Birthday Boy.." He looked up to you for a moment before taking your hand, following as you led him to the livingroom. You began to sway with him gently to the beat of the music.

"This is nice.." He whirred, placing his hands on your hips gently, following your lead. As the two of you swayed together, you rested your head against his shoulder, smiling wide. He left a gentle kiss against the top of your head, humming along to the tune.

"I love you, Sammy.."

"I love you, darling." He murmured, holding you close. You listened as he began to softly sing along to the lyrics of the James Taylor album. His soft voice vibrated against you as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. As the song slowly came to an end, you looked up to him. "This isn't the last of your celebration." You teased gently. His eyes widened as he whined, "I knew this wasn't it! You've been too sneaky lately.."

You slowly shifted away, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. "What is it?" He asked curiously. You could tell that he was attempting to be contained, but his excitement was about to burst. "Oh, come on! Just tell me already!" He begged. You walked upstairs for a moment, leaving him drenched in suspense. Finally, you came back to the living room, carrying a large box with you. Setting the wrapped box down in front of him, he raised a brow. "You are so devious." He chuckled.

"Go ahead, darling. Open it."

Without any hesitation, Sam tore the wrapping paper from the rectangular box, throwing it off to the side. As he ripped back the paper, a large logo was revealed that read 'Fender'. His eyes lit up as he looked up to you. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Keep going!!" You encouraged, watching as he opened up the cardboard. Once the box was open, he took the foam exterior off, exposing the new tan jazz bass beneath. The gleam of excitement twinkled in his eyes as he picked it up, admiring the new instrument.

"Baby, this is amazing! I've been looking at this one for months now!" He practically squealed, looking over to you. "Thank you so much.. For all of this, Really. I couldn't ask for a better birthday." He assured.

You leaned over, pulling him into a gentle kiss before he escaped away to test out his new bass.

[builtbybrokenbells]

would you guys be mad if i did something

[jakesflora]

Jake Kiszka Blurb.

warnings: none!

jake kiszka

a small cabin in the woods.

late october.

the leaves had just reached peak of the color changing season when you and your best friend jake decided to hike away into his parents cabin for a little getaway.

you were sitting on the front porch of the cabin, perched on a wooden swing his parents had installed when the boys were just kids. jake had been your best friend since you were in kindergarten and you’ve grown up inseparable ever since, so it wasn’t that shocking for him to bring up this small little getaway.

you were in a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but yet there was still goosebumps plastered on your skin from the chill in the air. you rubbed up and down your arms with your hands , trying to warm them up. you must’ve been lost in thought because when the swing dipped beside you, it startled you making you jump a bit. comfort warming over your body when you realized it was just jake.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” he let out one of his world famous chuckles, before reaching his hand over that was filled by a small coffee cup. “Want a sip?” you responded with a eager nod, gently taking the cup from him. bringing it up to your lips, you took a small sip. handing it back to him, feeling the warmth of the liquid in your belly. “Thank you,”

he took notice to the coolness of your hands when they brushed his when he grabbed the cup back. he stood up from the swing , “I’ll be back, one second.” he walked through the front door of the cabin to leave you alone with your thoughts once again.

the truth is, jake makes everything better. you had always seen him as just your best friend until a couple months ago, when you realized you were falling for him. would you tell him that? oh absolutely not. that would ruin simply everything and you couldn’t dare risk that.

but you couldn’t help but feel the way you do, it was the small things honestly, they way he protected you with all his heart. the way he made sure you were okay all the time. he was your saving grace when times got hard and you could never risk losing that, ever.

“Here, stand up.” his voice instantly shook you from those thoughts. you stood up, complying to what the boy said. he had his arm stretched out, a piece of worn out, red and black flanneled material was in his grasp and he was handing it straight to you.

you took it from him, putting the soft material on your body. taking in the warmth of the flannel, you watched him place a blanket around his shoulders. he sat down on the swing, another cup of coffee accompanied his on the small table beside the swing.

he opened the blanket for you, motioning for you to come sit close to him. “Come here, this will warm you up.” the butterflies were erupting in your tummy as you went and sat down. he pulled you into his side and wrapped the blanket around you tightly, he handed you the other cup of coffee and you held it deep in your grasp.

you could hear the taps of his boot on the wooden porch as he swung you guys back and forth as gently as possible. the warmth from the coffee, the blanket and his body heat was enough to keep you comfortable.

you could feel his eyes on you, almost as if he was trying to study out what you were thinking. he cleared his throat, giving you the hint to look up at him. you did so, making eye contact with his pretty brown eyes. he leaned down and pressed a warm and gentle kiss to your cheekbone.

your cheeks heated up, a small grin grew on his face once he saw. “Cute.” was the only word to leave his mouth before he gently went back to focusing on rocking the two of you in the swing.

your head laid gently on his shoulder as you closed your eyes, living and breathing in the moment you were having with him. never ever wanting it to end. you took a deep breath, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers reluctantly.

he watched as you did so, squeezing your hand tightly as a way of letting you know it was okay. you relaxed into him, letting your body finally be at ease with him by your side.

[anythingforjtk]

Friday - Jacob Kiszka

summary: You and Jake are bored on a Friday night and need something entertaining to do. Jake comes up with a fun idea to make the night exciting.

warnings: oral sex, cursing, sexual situations MINORS DNA!!! 18+

pairings: Jake kiszka x reader

word count: ~2.7k

authors note: Hi!! This is my first time writing something so I hope you guys like it. It’s definitely not perfect but i’m eager to post it so I hope you all enjoy!

Every Friday felt the same. You sat on you and your boyfriend Jakes couch clicking through the same channels on the television, waiting for something to jump out. Jake could see the boredom on your face and decided he needed to do something about it. He approaches you and stands in front of the tv so he could block your view.

“Hey move out of my way ..” you demanded in frustration.

He puts his hands on his knees and crouches down to be eye level with you, “Oh what? So you can flip through thirty more channels until you give up and then go to sleep? That sounds fun!” he sarcastically jokes.

You roll your eyes and giggle, knowing he’s right. “We need to get out of this house and do something fun before I go crazy.”

A smirk comes over Jakes face. You can almost see the light bulb appear over his head. “I think I know a place we can go.”

Before you know it the two of you are dressed in club attire. You, wearing a short black silk dress and him in black skinny jeans and a loose white shirt buttoned so low that it seemed pointless that he even buttoned it at all.

Jake called an uber while you were getting ready and it seemed to be timed perfectly. The uber pulls up just as you look into the mirror and swipe a clear gloss over your lips. It was the finishing touch. You weren’t sure where you were headed but you knew it would be a good time. For starters, you would be with Jake and that alone ensured you’d be satisfied with the night. As you shove the gloss into your bag and look back at your reflection Jake comes up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

He leans his chin on your shoulder and stares at you for about thirty seconds before opening his mouth and saying, “You know you’re the sexiest person i’ve ever seen, right?”

You look down at the ground with a smile on your face, trying to hide your red cheeks. He has always had a power over you, something that has never stopped even after three years of being together.

He then lifts his hand to your chin and forces it upwards so you are both making eye contact through the mirror.

“Don’t act so shy my love. I know you’re not shy.” He winks at you and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the uber. He gave you no time to react or rebuttal but by his attitude you knew tonight was going to be a wild ride.

After the twenty minute ride there, the two of you arrive at what looks to be a rundown hotdog joint. You become confused by your outfits and felt out of place. Jake saw the worry on your face and whispers into your ear.

“Trust me.”

You smile and shake your head in agreement because he’s never given you a reason not to.

He gets out of the uber first and then puts his hand out to give you some help. You grab his hand and jump out behind him, following his lead into the dirty looking establishment. Seconds after entering Jake guides you to the front counter and cashier. He looks at the worker and then knocks on the table below him three times. It seemed to be some sort of code because as a results the cashier guides the two of you to the back of the establishment to a shiny black door. While you and Jake stand there, the worker opens the door and puts out his arm, suggesting that you follow the steps down. Jake nods his head in appreciation and then grabs your hand, while beginning to descend down into the dark. But as you got deeper, you realized it wasn’t so dark after all. The room you were approaching was giving off different colored flashing lights. In addition to that you could hear music and people getting louder with each step you took. You quickly realized that some sort of club was awaiting the two of you below. As you touched down onto the floor and turn the corner your eyes meet one of the coolest places you’ve ever seen.

It was indeed a nightclub but it was covered with shiny black walls and furniture. Covering the walls was different colored neon signs with different phrases. In the center was a large bar covered in LED lights that flowed in and out of every color. To top it off there was a small glowing dance floor to the side filled with people moving to the rhythm of whatever song was playing.

Jake saw the amazement on your face. He leaned into your ear so you could hear him over the loud volume, “Josh told me about this place, I thought you’d like it. Now let’s get this night started.” He finishes off the sentence by slapping your ass with such force that it made you squeal. You didn’t mind that he did that in public, you wanted people to know that you were his. You were ready to loosen up and see where the night would take you.

Without even having enough time to process it, you were three vodka shots in and Jake was two tequila sodas deep. You both were feeling a buzz that allowed you to loosen up in all of the right ways. Jake was being even touchier than normal and you were loving every second of it.

As the two of you slam one last shot together the song Sex on Fire by Kings Of Leon starts playing over the speakers. You grab Jake by the bottom button of his shirt and slowly walk backwards guiding him onto the dance floor. He follows your lead and stares at you with lust in his eyes as his lips become slightly parted. When you enter the center of the dancing crowd you turn away from Jake and press your back side against his crotch. You start slowly dancing, teasing him with your movements. Jake joins in by swaying to the chorus and following the motion of your hips. You press your ass further back until you hear a slight moan exit Jakes mouth as it’s breathed into your ear. He then raises his hand up and places it around your neck, softly holding it but putting enough pressure to make it feel erotic.

“You better behave your self princess. If you don’t i’ll have to punish you .. right here, right now.” Jake whispers into your ear as he tightens his grip on your throat.

You bite your lip at the sound of his words and lean your head back onto his shoulder out of weakness. You take his words as a challenge that you won’t back down from. Instead of pulling away you guide your hand behind your back so that it’s touching his stomach. You gently glide your hand downwards until it’s met with the throbbing bulge that’s under his pants. Instead of grabbing Jake you slowly touch the area, allowing yourself to tease him. He sucks in a breath, as he wasn’t expecting such a delicate touch.

In one quick motion Jake takes your hand off of him and drags you to the back of the club and into the mens bathroom. You had no time to react but you knew you riled him up the way you intended to.

Out of three stalls, one was open and Jake took no time throwing your body into it, following you inside and locking the door shut.

Jake slams your body against the stalls wall. He pins both of your hands above your head with one of his hands and holds your mouth shut with his other.

“You were a naughty girl out there. I told you there would be consequences for your actions. Now you follow my lead and prove to me that you can be a good girl.”

You stare at him with anticipation as you can feel the heat in between your legs grow stronger.

“Do you understand me?” Jake practically spits at you.

You shake your head yes since his hands are blocking you from giving a verbal response.

He releases you from his grip and uses his hands to press down onto your shoulders, forcing you onto your knees. You’re eager to pleasure him so you go to start unbuttoning his jeans but he immediately grabs your hands to stop you in the motion.

“Uh uh.” Jake corrects. He guides his finger from the center of your neck to the tip of your chin, forcing your head up to look at him.

“Don’t be so eager baby. We’re doing things my way.”

He pulls the cross body purse off from your shoulder forcefully as you obey and watch. He somehow musters the force to rip the straps off, detaching them from the bag. Jake then bends down to your level, grabs your two hands and uses the strap to tie them behind your back. As he stands up straight again and you look at him in awe, practically dripping from witnessing him being so dominant and aggressive.

Jake, never breaking eye contact from you, unbuttons the top of his pants. He doesn’t go any further and instead just stares at you.

“I know how talented your mouth is… so use it.” Jake says insinuating that the only way you can get to him is by unzipping his pants with your teeth.

You lean forward, opening your mouth and then closing your teeth around the small silver zipper. Holding your balance and using the grip your teeth have on it, you slide the zipper down revealing his black boxers underneath. He was throbbing so intensely you could feel it against your lips. You pull back, thinking you’ve completed the task and look up at him.

Jake slightly giggles at you, “Well baby if you want to get inside you have to keep going.”

You now understand that he wants you to undress him using only your teeth. Just the thought of that scenario is making you hot before you even do it.

You lean into him and aggressively bite onto the top of his jeans. Using force, you tug them down until they fall to his ankles. You trail back up to his waist, making eye contact with his tightening underwear. Before biting at the waistline, you lick Jakes stomach from the top of his underwear to his belly button, following the trail of hair that’s placed there.

Jake let’s out a moan and pushes the hair out of your face to make eye contact with you. You, without breaking the eye contact, bite onto the edge of his underwear. You slowly bring them down while arching you back more and more as you get to the floor. Once you reach the bottom your head is at his feet but your ass stays higher than the rest of your body. Your dress rides up, revealing that you aren’t wearing underwear.

“Ugh you’re so good for me.” Jake moans out, clearly being affected by your actions.

You sit straight up again, still on both knees and bite your lip out of reaction to his words. You’re now making eye contact with his large cock, you wonder how you’ve ever managed to fit your mouth around it before.

Jake pets your hair out of your face with such pressure that your head has no choice but to fully angle up and look at him.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this baby. Now show me what you can do.” Jake smirks at you.

Without wasting any time, you lean up higher so you can wrap your mouth around his throbbing cock. You know it will be a harder task without using your hands. As you start bobbing back and forth at a fast rate, you soak him in your saliva. Jake grabs your hair and holds all of it in one of his hands, starting to force you to let him go deeper into your mouth. The erotic experience was soaking you to the point of you dripping down your leg but as he pushes deeper, your eyes begin to water. The tears flow so much to the point of you soaking your face.

“Oh princess you can take it,” Jake says. “Don’t be a cry baby. Suck it up and do what you’re told.”

Although your tears are still flowing you suck harder and move faster, doing anything to please him.

“Fuck baby you’re doing such a good job,” Jake throws his head back in weakness. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum, keep going.”

You keep your steady pace as you feel him begin to twitch. Before you know it your mouth his filled with warmth. You close your eyes and force the swallow, knowing that’s what Jake likes. You feel satisfied with your work, knowing Jake couldn’t last very long with your mouth around him.

Jake looks down at you, his chest is rising up and down at a fast rate after completing his climax. He wipes your mouth clean with his hands and looks at you in satisfaction.

“I love watching you suck my cock angel.” Jake says as he rubs your face.

He grabs the side of both of your shoulders and pulls you up so that you’re standing up again. He leans behind you and unties your wrists and brings your now sore hands to his mouth to place kisses on them.

Looking you in the eyes Jake wipes away the remaining tears from your face and says, “My beautiful cry baby, now it’s time for me to pleasure you.”

You’re unsure of what his ideas are because the stall is too small to do anything you are thinking of. But Jake then pulls your dress off of your body, only leaving you in your bra and he keeps his pants on the floor where you left them. He grabs under your arms and pulls up, suggesting that you jump and follow his lead. You wrap your legs around him so that your lower body is sitting on his hip. Just the bare touch of your core to Jakes skin makes your center heat up. He starts pushing his hip into your center and you let out a sigh at the pressure.

“Come on baby. Pleasure yourself on me.” Jake suggests to you.

Now that you got the idea you start following his motions and rocking yourself against his side. You move up and down and side to side, pleasuring yourself with his body. His rocking motions only help speed up the process. You start to feel the pressure in your stomach grow and let out a loud moan.

Jake quickly covers your mouth with one hand, “We’re in public baby, those noises are for me only.”

You don’t have the power to respond so you keep rocking against him. As you weaken, you wrap your arms around his neck and run your hands through his hair. You lean your head against his and breath heavily into his ear.

“That’s it baby, keep going. Finish for me.” Jake breathes out quietly.

“This feels so g- good.” You let out in a moan.

“You’re so wet for me princess. I love watching you unravel on me.”

You feel your climax approaching and start quickening your motion. Then suddenly your core abruptly explodes in a feeling of euphoria. Your body shakes and twitches as Jake is still pushing his side into you, teasing at the sensitive area. You slowly relax your body into his once you come down from the high. Once you stop twitching Jake puts you down allowing you to stand again. You look at his hip, and realize it’s now wet from your orgasm.

Jake grabs your face on both sides and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. When you both pull away you look at him and feel giddy. You turn your head to face his hand and kiss the inside of his palm.

“Was this Friday eventful enough for you?” Jake questions.

“I’d say i’m more than satisfied.” You grin back to him. “Maybe we should make this a Friday tradition.” You wink at him.

[losfacedevil]

The way I went flying to your inbox when I saw you reblog that list! Can I get:

“breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much”

With Josh please? ❤️

Hillary my sweet love! I hope I’ve done this justice 💖

Something was off about him.

Josh was never one to be silent. His mouth always chattering with whatever story, joke or thought process bounced about his overactive brain. He was always full of giggles, the smile never dropping off of his face even in the most serious of situations.

So when he backed himself into a corner in the studio everyone knew something wasn’t right. The boys exchanging worried looks as you stared at Josh and raised your shoulders with a soft shake of your head. Even you weren’t sure what was going on.

Jakes eyes were trained on his older brothers face, top teeth coming down to worry on his bottom lip. His eyes widened slightly as realization washed over him and he quickly cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“I’m gonna go grab a bite to eat, anyone up for a field trip?” He chuckled, setting his guitar down before he brought his hands down against his knees with a loud smack. The younger boys nodded their heads in agreement as they stood quickly and followed Jake out of the studio room.

Josh didn’t acknowledge Jakes offer of lunch, instead he rested his elbows against his knees and cupped his face in his hands; hiding his expression from the world. Pushing yourself into a standing position you slowly made your way across the room, your mind reeling.

“Your hair looks great today, big guy.” You cooed, reaching over to brush your hands against the sides of his hair. A soft sigh escaped his nose as he shrugged his shoulders. You rested your hands on his shoulders, digging the pads of your fingers into the taut muscles.

“No cocky remark? What’s gotten into you today?” You questioned, grasping his wrists to pull his hands away from his face. His expression was sullen, his bottom lip poking out in the slightest of pouts as he stood to his full height and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms found their place around his neck, your fingers threading easily through the fluffy hair at the nape of his neck. A shaky breath escaped him as he swallowed hard and tightened his grip on you.

“That last take sounded horrible, they’re frustrated with me, I’m frustrated with them and this has become such a shit fest. It’s just all too much right now.” His words were muffled against your neck, the unmistakable feel of hot tears seeping into the shoulder of your shirt.

“They’re not frustrated with you, I promise. They left so you could get some air, some quiet time, not because they’re mad at you.” You kept your voice soft as you began to sway both of your bodies. The soft sobs that wracked his body breaking your heart as you began to run your hand along the expanse of his back.

“I know they are, did you see how Jake looked at me when I flubbed that last take?It’s been such a long week, it was bound to happen.” He sniffled, drawing in shaky breaths as he tried to calm his nerves. You hummed lightly, turning your head to press soft kisses into the skin of his neck.

“He didn’t look at you in any way, he cringed because your voice cracked. We all did. They’re not frustrated with you, sweet boy. I think you’re more frustrated with yourself than anything. You just need to relax.” You mumbled, letting your hand glide along the shaved side of his head before plunging your fingers into his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp.

Soft hiccups emanated from him as he pulled back slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before letting his lips rest there, his eyes remaining shut as he took a few steadying breaths. You let your hands slide down over his shoulders, coming to rest on his chest. Tilting your head you pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his chin.

“No one’s mad, no one’s frustrated. You’re just overstimulated. I bet they’ll be perfectly fine once they get back. But maybe it’s a good day to call it quits early.” Josh nodded softly, his gaze finally finding yours.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, resting his forehead against yours.

“Nothing to be sorry for, we all need a little extra support some days.”

[greta-van-heat]

Hello, besties and gresties alike! I’ve finally got around to making my Masterlist! I hope this simplifies things for those of you here for fics only!

- All of the stories below contain mature content including but not limited to; smut, angst, violence, dark themes and cussing. Minors are strictly prohibited from this point forward, 18+ only.

✺ smut

❂ angst

18+ only (minors DNI) NSFW

All stories linked below are original works xx

Update 06/30/23*****

Hello friends, it’s been a while! You’ll notice that I removed most of my stories below to revise and republish. Ive been working tirelessly on my writing skills for the last few months and I’m at a point now where my old writing no longer accurately reflects my current style. I know hundreds of you had those stories saved, so I’m leaving you with the promise that I’ll rework and repost them soon!

Fight the fire ✺ ❂ (revising will be back soon)

First of many ✺

Satin sheets ✺ (revising will be back soon)

Please, mama ✺ (revising will be back soon)

Sweet Sammy ✺ (revising will be back soon)

Frustration (revising will be back soon)

✺ slash pairings:

Just the three of us ✺ ❂ -Danny//josh//reader (revising will be back soon)

Defiance ❂ ✺ Danny//jake//reader (revising will be back soon)

[devilat-thedoor]

oooohhh the things that smirk does to me😠

Late night Josh thoughts???? Are they soft? sinful? both? i don’t know… but enjoy🩵

Even you could admit that you were being particularly snippy today… Not that you would admit it, but either way… He tried to help put the dishes away only to get a, “Josh, that doesn’t go there!” or a “If you’re not gonna stack it right, then don’t bother.” Every time you released an aggravated huff or a frustrated groan, he would simply smile, peck your forehead and continue about his business. He never indulged in an argument, always a man of peace. He would normally let your passive aggressive remarks roll right off of him, but as the day flew into night, you could tell you were starting to wear thin on his patience.

“Can you just tell me what the hell is wrong with you?” He held his hands up, completely exasperated with your behavior. Josh waited for a response but you just crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at him. “If you’re not gonna explain, then lose your attitude. I can’t take it anymore.” He turned away to leave the room when you didn’t answer.

Just as he was rounding the doorway, you muttered under your breath, thinking he wouldn’t hear, “Oh…you can’t take it anymore? Maybe if you were around to pay attention, you’d know what the hell was wrong…” Your hands dropped to your side as you heard Josh chuckle.

Your eyes shot up to see him stopped in the doorframe, half-turned to you with a knowing smirk, “So that’s it, huh?” He started to make his way back to you, taking slow steps, “My baby’s feeling deprived? Is that it?” His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close, as he rasped against your ear, “Have I been neglecting you, sweetheart?”

“Yes-.” You gasped as his tongue rolled over your jugular, “I miss you…miss your hands and your mouth…and- hmm.” You tilted your head, giving him access to kiss along your jaw. “I need you so bad, it hurts, Josh.” You admitted as your hands pulled him closer by the front of his shirt.

“Tell me how to make it up to you… How to kiss it better.” His lips traveled across your collarbone, up your throat and back to your jaw, before landing against your own. Josh’s tongue and his roaming hands made for a heady concoction, sending your mind on a spiral as he led you to the couch. You watched through hazy vision as he slipped to his knees, taking your shorts down with him, and hitched one of your legs over his shoulder, “Should I kiss you….here?” He pressed a wet kiss to your thigh and gave a smirk as you gasped his name. “No? Okay….. How about….here?” A suckling kiss to your mound and another playful smile.

You were vibrating with anticipation, his mouth so so close to where you’ve been craving him for weeks. “Josh, please.” It was a gentle, melodic whine, uttered out of pure desperation and need for him.

His tongue rolled over his plush, full lips as he held eye contact with you, flashing that gorgeous set of teeth. “Ohhh… I think I know, sweetheart… You want me to kiss you… right… here.” …………….

[ashisill]

I wait for you

Warnings: smoking, drinking, crying, mentions of sex, self sabotage, depression, suicidal thoughts, mentions of debating suicidal (it’s mentioned a few times. Please heed the warning if this triggers you), angst, angst, more angst, and being hopelessly in love with Sir Jacob Kiszka.

~This one is a lot, but I am very proud of how it turned out.

~

You and Jake had something special. Something that only comes once in a lifetime. Everyone watched you two, and wished for what you had. He loved you more than himself. More than his iced cold whiskey after a show. More than his beloved guitar. Honestly if you were to need him mid-show he’d drop everything, and run right off the stage for you. He was always running for you. Always looking for you everywhere he went. All you had to do was say his name, and he was there. He was always there. No matter what. You were truly his first priority. His first choice. His first love …. His only love.

You gave it all up. Things got hard, and you ran away. You fucking left it all behind. Your picture perfect life left in a daze. Although it wasn’t all your fault you still blamed yourself. Jake was busy all the time. Between tour, interviews, and traveling. You began fighting all the time. Every little thing was an argument.

You had your last argument in an cold hotel room. You got physical with each other for the first and last time. He never hurt you. He would never dream of it, but when you had enough you landed a smack against him. He grabbed your arms harder than he meant. You left that night, and you’ve regretted your life ever since. Running was worst decision you’ve ever made. How could you leave him? How could you hurt him when he’s treated you so sweetly. You’ve wanted to call you really did. Was it fear that stoped you? Fear of him hating your guts for what you did. You’d rather live in this unknowing pain than bare the thought.

“Jake wake up you’ve been asleep all day” Josh tried to wake his twin. They’ve found themselves in yet another hotel room. “Jake come on. The shows in a couple hours” he said opening the windows, and nudging Jake.

“Cancel it what’s the fucking point?” he said, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath. To see Jake so hateful towards his passion hurt Josh. ‘You drug me into this damn band, and you don’t even want it’ was the thought that repeated in Josh’s mind.

“Jake your drunk get the hell up” Josh said pulling the covers off, and throwing them on the floor. “I’m not doing it again Jake. I’m tired of this. Get the fuck out of the bed” Josh left slamming the door behind him. Where he was going? He didn’t know, but he needed some fresh air. He headed outside to walk the city.

There you were in the local park with your dog, having no idea they were in your town. Josh stumbled into park. The nature fascinating him, and catching his interest. That curly headed boy you loved so much came into your field of vision. As much as he’s changed over three years you knew it was him. “Josh!” You shouted.

He looked around confused, assuming it was another fan. Then he spotted you waving at him “no fucking way”. You bolted after him, and your dog chased you. “What are you doing here?” He pulled you in for a warm, and welcoming hug.

“I actually live here now. What are you doing here?”

“Got a show tonight darling. I missed you”

“I’ve missed all of you dearly. How is everyone?”

“Let me buy you a drink and we’ll catch up”

Meanwhile Jake is unaware of Josh’s discovery, but he knew you were there. He could feel a change in the air … He could feel you. For some reasons things didn’t seem so bad. For the first time in a while he got himself up, and took a shower. He brushed out his tangled hair, and cleaned himself up. Throwing on his favorite pants, and a button down shirt. Complete with some expensive cologne that he can’t remember where it came from.

Josh told you everything you missed in the past three years. You longed to be there for it all. Finally you asked the question that’s been eating at you since the conversation started. “So” you took a drink preparing yourself. “How is he?”

“Jake? Oh he’s fine. Still Jake I suppose”

“Is he? That’s good” you took another drink.

“Do you believe me when I say that he’s ‘fine’?” He said using his fingers as quotation marks.

“I want to yes. Is it white lie Joshua?”

“It’s a big fat fucking lie. He’s not fine. He hasn’t been fine since that night, but that’s not your problem. It’s just hard taking care of him when he doesn’t want to care for himself”

“I miss him a lot. I hate myself for leaving him. I’m not doing so good myself. I don’t even know myself anymore. It’s like I’m a stranger in my own body. The world seems so dark without him”

“I’m sorry dear. Jake isn’t much better. As much as I’d love to lie, and tell you he’s happy. He’s not at all”

You wanted to tell him the reason for your outing this morning. The true reason why you were there, but you couldn’t. How could you look him in the face, and tell him you didn’t want to live. How could you tell him hours before you were really debating on staying on this Earth. You could see him reacting strongly. You already knew the things he would say. Maybe even shed a tear with you. He’s already dealing with a lot, and you can see it in his eyes. You just couldn’t do it.

“What’s the matter?” He could still read you well.

“It’s just a lot, but I’m okay” lair how could you? He sees straight through it you know he does. He sighs, but doesn’t pry. Instead he simply just changes the subject.

“Have you loved another?”

“Never”

“Never? Not once?”

“Hook ups don’t count. Some of them look like him, but there never him”

“He could say the same darling. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to see him”

“What why not? Please don’t don’t this-”

“I’m not taking him away from you. Just listen to me. He’s not well dear. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Come see me after the show, and I’ll think about it. Maybe all he needs is you, but I’m holding back for a reason”

“I think I know why, and I understand. Do you promise you’ll think about it” he’s hesitant because if you left again he knows it would kill Jake. There’s no way in hell he would make it out alive. Just the thought of it makes Josh want to crawl away and cry.

“Would I ever lie to you? I just need what’s best for Jake. I’m sure you understand”

“You so good to him Josh. I wish I had someone like you. Caring for me the way you care for Jake”

“That person is in a hotel room about a mile away. Like I said meet me after the show okay?”

You agreed, and said your goodbyes. Returning to your home to find something nice to wear. What used to be Jake’s favorite dress seems like a perfect fit. Josh headed back to the hotel to find his brother. “Jake you better be out of-”

“Yeah” was all he said.

“Feel good today?”

“I suppose so. Where’d you go?”

“Oh ya know for a walk”

“Where’d you go? Terrible liar you are”

“The bar. I’m glad your feeling better today”

He just nodded his head. Josh sighed knowing it’s taking everything out of him not to tell Jake. ‘Your lovers back! Your lovers back! She’s here you don’t have to be sad anymore! Please don’t be sad anymore. She’s here, and she loves you!’he wanted to shout it at him. To see Jake smile for the first time in three whole years. To see his face light up like it once did before. Instead he stayed quiet, and went on about his business. “Can you go check if sam is ready?” He asked Jake.

You did just as Josh said, and after the show he snuck you backstage. “I need you to be really quiet, and not let him hear you. Walls are paper thin darling” he said locking the door behind him. “I need you to answer me completely honest”

“Okay what’s up?”

“Your gonna stay?”

“A part of me died that day. I can’t go through this again. I fucking miss him Josh! I would go through hell again just to hold him one more time. I’d break all my bones if that’s what he wanted. If he asked for the moon I’d bring it to him. The stars too. He’s my world Josh need him back. I need his love. I need his touch. I need him Josh I need him. This morning I didn’t want to live any longer without him. The scary part is I almost fucking did it. That’s why I was at the park. I needed air. I needed to breath. Moments before you saw me I was crying on a park bench. Embarrassing I know, but it’s the truth.

“Oh darling no. No sweet girl no”

You broke into tears, and Josh comforted you with a hug. Like you predicted tears started to fall from his own eyes. “We need you here. You belong here. I am so fucking proud of you. Your here. Your alive. To know that life has been so terrible to you that you questioned living. It makes me want to hide away, and shelter you from every bad thing. I know I didn’t tell you this enough, but I love you. I really love you, and I don’t want you to be in pain anymore. Your safe now, and in a few moments everything will be okay again. I promise you. I know how bad your struggling. I see Jake everyday, and it just gets worse. I just want to see him happy again. Your the only solution my darling. I haven’t seen him smile in three years. He’s never excited about anything. He doesn’t have anything to talk about, and he always drunk. Always. When he does speak it’s either to cuss me out, or it’s about you. I know how bad things are, and I want to see you feel okay again too”

“What does he say about me?” You asked as Josh wiped your tears.

“It always starts angry. He’s angry because he wants to be happy again, but he can’t be. Your the light in his life. Then he starts to act like he’s angry with you. Sometimes he’ll cuss you out too. Then he’ll start to cry, and your name is all he knows. When I try to comfort him he’ll ask for you. I’ll say “she’s not here Jake”, and he’ll remember that your gone. He’ll start to think of you, and how he loves you so deeply. He’ll tell me some stories about the two of you before it hurts to much. Normally ends with him crying himself to sleep or getting so drunk he can’t feel you lingering”

“How could I do this to him? Your positive he wants to see me?” You asked trying not to lose your control.

“Come with me”

Josh knocked on Jake’s dressed room, and an annoyed “what?” came with it.

“Can I come in? I have someone you might want to talk to”

‘Could it be her?’. Jake went quiet, and Josh opened the door. There he stood with a cigarette in his fingers. His face dropped, and neither one of you moved. You’ve looked for him in every room, but now he’s here. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins. He feels alive for the first time, and all you had to do was walk into the room. Color has returned to his pale face. His eyes once grey, and gloomy now glowing in your light.

You both just stood there questioning if this was real. You broke the cement that glued you to the floor, and ran once again. Straight into his arms this time. Josh knew everything was finally better, and left shutting the door behind him. Letting his back rest against the shut door. His hand covered his mouth as he began to cry once more. Crying because Jake’s gonna be okay again. Because he knows all is well now that your here. Tonight he’ll fall sleep without a single worry. He’ll drift away knowing his brothers happy. Knowing he won’t have to make himself sick from worrying. Or staying up half the night waiting for Jake to come back with some girl that looks similar to you. He’s safe, and Josh can finally breath again.

You gripped, and pulled at each other like this was a dream you were going to wake up from. His hair got longer, he still wears those same old jeans, and he still smells like home.

“I’ve missed you” was all you could manage to say.

“My girl” he kissed your forehead. “Oh my girl”

You buried yourself in his neck fighting back tears. “I thought I’d never see you again. I wanted to call I really did”

“Shh shh it’s okay. I promise”

After all you put him through he’s still forgiving. The pain he’s been in for the three years was nothing just to feel you again. He’s willing to forget this ever happened just to keep you in his arms forever.

“I love you ya know? Time hasn’t changed it a bit”

“I love you too Jake”

His lips were locked on yours immediately. You pulled at each others hair, and the collars of your shirt. Trying desperately to get closer to each other. “Jakey”

“God I’ve missed you calling me that”

“I missed you. I missed you so much”

“I’ve miss you to my love. Do the others know your here?”

“Only Josh”

“Assuming he found you when he went on his supposed ‘walk’ the morning” he said holding your face in his hands.

“Well to be fair he was on a walk, and I found him”

“You found us. You came home. God I’ve missed you. Every day when I wake up your on my mind, and it stays that way till I sleep. Even in my sleep you haunt my dreams every night”

Lips crashing against each others once more. Emotion running through you both. “Why’d you leave me baby?”

“I don’t know Jacob. I don’t know”

His hand wrapped around your neck, and he kissed you hard. “Don’t leave again” his eyes began to water

“I’m here Jake. I’m not going anywhere my love”

He brought you to the small couch in the corner. Tangled up into each other, kissing his neck, and hands wandering each other’s bodies. Wordlessly you agreed to save it for later. Your felt tired like you haven’t slept in years. As you laid on your lover your eyes began to fell heavy. Jake laid their wide awake wondering how you were here. It didn’t feel real, and he held on to you just in case he woke up from this dream.

Josh came back later to tell Jake everyone was headed out. You were passed out on his chest completely unaware. “We’re fixing to leave” Josh whispered at the door.

“Alright” he woke you up gently. “Time to go sleepy girl”

You and Jake took a drive, and enjoyed the city lights. After you hit the bar that was in the lobby, and headed back to the hotel room. Everyone was gathered in the twins room talking about the show.

“Yeah I know. Did you hear how bad I fucked that up?” Josh belted out laughing far louder than he needed to.

Jake swiped the card, and the opened the door. You laughed almost as loud as Josh. As the alcohol hit your system everything was just so damn funny.

“Is that … her?” Sam asked confused.

“Sam look at Jake of course it’s her” Danny knowing immediately by Jake’s smile that it was indeed you.

“Y/n! Y/n! It’s you! Your back!” He shouted.

“Oh my god I’ve missed you Sammy”

“Good to have you back” Danny hugged you tight. You let your self go limp in his arms. “Someone’s drunk huh?”

“Just a little bit Danny”

“Josh check out this record I bought” Sam said already distracted.

“Let’s hear it brother”

It was a soft jazz album of a band you’ve never heard of. Jake’s eyes were fixated on you as you spoke to Danny. He reached out his hand, and you grabbed it with a giggle. He danced around the room with you, spinning you round and round. Stumbling all over the place, and tripping over each others feet. Josh watched in awe as a smile never left Jake’s face.

A little while later after the chatter quieted you collapsed onto the bed. Josh motioned Jake to come to him. They went out to the balcony “I’m proud of you Jacob”

“Thank you for taking care of me for so long. You could of kicked me to the curb. Or let me quit my job, but you didn’t. I’ll never be able to repay you, but know I wouldn’t be here without you”

“I promised you I’d always be here for you. I love you man”

“I love you too bud” they shared a hug before Jake followed you to the bed.

“Tying to escape?” you joked peeking your eyes open at him.

“Now ma’am I thought you were asleep” Jake said kissing your forehead.

You shook your head, and he joined you in the bed. You cuddled up on his side, threw your leg and arm over him, and began to fall asleep.

“Promise we’ll stay like this forever?”

“For infinity my love. I’ll find you in every universe I live I promise”

“I love you Jakey”

“I love you too my girl”

[broken--stardust]

angel baby - j.t.k.

summary: dad!jake one-shot for MY angel baby :)

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: dad!jake, newborn baby, fluff so sweet it'll give you cavities

word count: 1.2k

Jake's eyes sprang open as he sat up with a jolt. He tapped on his phone and squinted at the sudden glow, reading the time. 2:53 a.m. He listened for just a moment, as he tried to decipher what awoke him. You began to stir slightly as you nestled into his warmth from his empty spot in bed, snoring a low, quiet rumble as you fell back into a deep sleep. He smiled at the sound. It had been quite awhile since you'd slept so deeply, let alone snored. As he watched you slumber, he heard the noise that must've woken him up. A high-pitched wail from through his closed door that threatened to split his heart in two, as it did every time he heard it. "Shit" he whispered as he felt you begin to stir again.

He stood from the bed as quickly and quietly as he could, performing a little dance across the hardwood floor to the bedroom as he avoided the boards that creaked, long grown familiar as you and he had shared this home for the last 3 years. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door the smallest amount to avoid any squeaking, shut it silently behind him, and tiptoed across the hall to a room that’s door was already slightly ajar. "Shhh..." he began to soothe as soon as he crossed the threshold. He leaned over a white wooden crib and took in the sight of the screaming baby girl inside it, a wild mop of dark wavy hair stuck in tear-dampened strands across her face. "I'm here, Rhi, Daddy's here" he said as he picked up the warm bundle of blankets from the crib. Her wails lessened at the sound of his voice and the feeling of his large, protective hands stroking her back, but the sobs still wracked through her tiny body as he held her tightly against his bare chest. “Shhh, baby, you’re okay,” he whispered as he gently bounced her in the moonlight streaming in through her sheer curtains. He felt her begin to still in his arms, and he pulled her slightly away from him to assess her state, her tears leaving wet streaks on his skin. She stared up at him with her big, deep brown eyes, much like his own, sparkling with the remnants of her tears, her bottom lip stuck out in a quivering pout. “Oh, honey, you are just fine,” he said as he kissed her forehead and began his nightly dad routine.

He changed her diaper, forgoing putting her pajamas back on as it was a warm night and began to feed her the bottle you had pre-made for her earlier. He rocked her slowly in the pink, plush rocking chair in the corner of the room, and glanced down at his daughter’s face to see her staring right back at him with her wide, bright eyes. “Now, Rhiannon,” he began in a mock, scolding tone, “you are supposed to be falling back asleep when I do this.” She merely blinked. He grinned at her chubby fingers holding his hand that held her bottle and looked back into her eyes. “You sure are a Kiszka, aren’t you? Stubborn thing.” He placed the bottle on the side table as it was long gone. “Well, what do you plan on doing instead if you’re not going back to sleep, huh?” he asked as he booped her nose, causing her to let out a tiny, melodic giggle that warmed his body from head to toe. He giggled right along with her, speaking little teasing phrases to her. This wasn’t out of the ordinary at all for Jake and Rhiannon. He frequently conversed with her about anything and everything, and he swore up and down she understood everything he was saying. She was responsive too, with little smiles, blinks and giggles, and undiscernible noises.

“I can’t wait ‘til you get a little older, Rhi. There’re so many things I’m gonna teach you. You wanna learn guitar like Daddy? I bet you’ll be a natural. Probably a brilliant little singer too like your Uncle Josh.” he mused as he rocked her. She continued to smile and stare into his eyes, all her attention on him. “I wonder what sports you’re gonna play. You think you’re gonna try soccer like Daddy? Or maybe softball like Mommy. I don’t know, you were quite the kicker, you really wore your mom out. I bet you’ll play soccer.” He kissed her little cherub cheeks as he spoke to her. He carried on, telling her stories about he and his brothers and sister when they were younger, about his first guitar, when he learned piano and any little thought that crossed his mind, until he looked down again and saw that her eyes were finally closed. “I bored you to sleep, huh” he smiled. He slowly eased his way up from the rocking chair and carried her to her crib where he carefully lowered her back into a bundle of blankets. He watched her lips part slightly as she shifted in the bundle, and cautiously backed away towards the door when he heard a shaky sniffle. “Oh no no no,” he started as he took two big strides back to the side of her crib, “Baby, you gotta be good and go to sleep, Mommy is so tired.” She let out a pitiful little cry, and with that he had an idea.

You awoke early enough that your room was still washed in darkness, but late enough you actually felt refreshed for the first time in a few months. You stretched slightly, and realized you were partially on Jake’s side, but it was empty, the sheets cold, indicating he hadn’t been in bed for at least a couple hours. You massaged the sleep from your eyes and grabbed your glasses from the nightstand, setting them on the bridge of your nose as you stood up from the bed. You could sense the house was still and quiet, so your husband and daughter must be asleep somewhere. You tiptoed around the hardwood floor to the closed bedroom door, avoiding the creaks. You reached Rhiannon’s door, and peered into her room as you slowly opened it, the sight before you caused tears to spring from the corners of your eyes and your breath to hitch in your throat. Jake was curled into the fetal position in Rhiannon's crib, and she was tucked snugly skin-to-skin against his bare chest, his hand holding her whole bare torso just above her diaper, and her little hand on top of his, holding his thumb. Both their mouths were parted slightly, the tiniest bit of drool coming from the corners, indicating their deep sleep. You inched forward silently and grabbed one of her blankets hanging over the back of the crib and threw it over Jake’s legs to help maintain some warmth and comfort. You couldn’t reach either of their faces to actually kiss them due to the depth of the crib, so you kissed the tips of your fingers and lightly grazed them over each of their cheeks. “I love you both so much, my angel babies.” You whispered as you backed out of the room. -fin.