#joshgvf

[aflame4goinghome]

Antithesis

j.t.k x reader & j.m.k. x reader

part I

summary: You’ve been going out with Josh for a few months now, but his twin brother still hasn’t warmed up to you. Despite your efforts, Jake can’t stand you and he makes sure to tell you every chance he gets. Finally, one night it seems like you’re about to get some answers, but the truth is a lot more complicated than you ever could have hoped.

word count: 4k

warnings: THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!! swearing, mentions of smoking (tobacco & marijuana), drinking, kissing, sexually implicit language, heavy petting, cheating *kind of* SMUT: semi-public sex, fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, praise kink if you squint

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“Baby, you almost ready to go?” Josh pokes his head into the threshold of the bathroom from your bedroom with a soft smile.

“Oh, yeah, just another minute,” you reply, putting on the finishing touches of your mascara before turning toward him and slinging your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in.

“You look breathtaking, as always,” he says with a smirk.

You and Josh have been going out casually for about six months now, but it never got to be very serious. You went on a few dates and had some heated nights together, but his band started its newest tour a month after you met, so the time that you’ve spent together since then has been sparse.

You first met Josh one night while out with your friends at your local bar. You’d gone to get yourself and the other girls another round when you saw him sitting there at the bar next to you. Almost immediately, his honeyed words and sweet smile drew you in. He told the bartender to put your drinks on his tab, you took the drinks to your friends, then you sat down next to him and the two of you got comfortable rather quickly.

You took him home with you that night and you couldn’t seem to forget him after, no matter how hard you tried. He was handsome, sweet, and ridiculously good in bed. You’ve had your fair share of flings over the years, but nothing could compare to him. As you fell asleep that night with his arm draped over your torso, you knew you were done for. Living in Nashville your whole life, you always vowed to never date a musician. You knew that they were wild and unreliable, but damn, this one just trapped you.

Soon after, he embarked on the band’s world tour. You didn’t always hear from him that often, but you never expected to. He called you after a show every once in a while, usually half-drunk and looking for some relief after a stressful day, missing you. You miss him too while he’s gone, but you’re still trying to avoid getting too attached to the idea of him being yours. You knew that he’d eventually get tired of you or find someone else while on the road. But despite never putting a label on it, he’s remained loyal, which surprised you.

After getting home from the European leg of his tour, he invited you to go with him as his date to a Christmas party at his brother’s house. Events like this made you nervous, considering the complicated nature of your relationship, but you could never really find it in you to say no to him. You’re feeling reluctant to go to this party in particular though, and not for the usual reason.

Josh’s twin brother, Jake, hates you. Yes, hate is a strong word, but you are convinced that he absolutely loathes you. You still haven’t been able to figure out why, no matter how hard you tried. You haven’t encountered him that many times, but all of the times you’ve seen him, he would never lay off you. He would question everything you said, scoff at your remarks, and you even caught him glaring once or twice from across the room when he thought you weren’t looking.

After every time, you would ask Josh about it and he would make excuse after excuse. “Oh, I’m sure he’s just having a tough day,” or “Maybe he just misheard you,” or “He’s probably just feeling a bit protective of me.” Whatever the reasons were, you had no interest in entertaining it.

The two of you aren’t even that serious, so you feel no desire to impress his brother. Besides, his younger brother Sam and their best friend and bandmate Danny have both taken quite a liking for you. Screw Jake, you didn’t need his approval anyway. So why were you nervous to go to his house?

You snap out of your daydream and come back to reality, looking up at Josh with a smile. “Thank you, baby. You look quite dashing yourself, you know.”

You’d decided to wear a midi-length black dress with a high slit, pairing it with a pair of black heels. You opted for simple makeup and added red lipstick for the season. It was a simple look, but elegant for a Christmas party. Josh was wearing a pair of khaki pants with a white pullover sweater, adorned with his favorite symbol, and some tan winter boots. His cheeks were rosy from the cold weather, a perfect canvas for the little white dots that decorated his cheekbones. They’re lifted slightly as he smiles at your compliment, revealing a toothy grin.

“You’re an angel. Shall we?” he asks, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“We shall.”

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You both pull into Jake’s driveway and when you notice the lack of cars in front of the house, it becomes clear to you that you’ve arrived early. Great.

Josh turns the car off and gets out to round the car and open your door for you. You smile timidly at him as he takes your hand and helps you out of the car, then laces his fingers with yours and walks you to the porch.

“I promise, you’ll have a great time. Trust me,” he assures you as he knocks a few times on the large mahogany door. Much to your delight, it’s not Jake who opens the door, but Sam.

“Hey guys! Thank god you’re here. Jake thinks he’s running behind so he’s become so insufferable. Come on,” he says, clearly exasperated by his older brother already. The two of you follow Sam into the kitchen where you find Danny standing at the kitchen island, plating an array of cookies and appetizers.

“Oh, hey Josh. Y/N,” he says with a soft smile, then goes back to his task. You turn to your right to see Jake standing at the oven, hastily taking out a roast and placing it on top of the stove with a sigh. When he hears Daniel’s greeting, he turns his head and captures your gaze. You watch his eyes droop a bit as he turns back around, removes his oven mitts, and approaches you.

“Hello, brother. Nice of you to finally join us,” Jake mutters sarcastically, reaching over to grip Josh’s arm and giving it a light smack before turning to you. “Was this one holding you back? Probably takes hours to get ready, doesn’t she?” he jokes, stepping toward you to pull you into a one-armed hug, which is surely a formality. “To no avail, it seems,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, so quietly that only you can hear.

You scoff at him and roll your eyes as he pulls away, and turns around to head back to the oven. He speaks to you both as he walks away, facing away from you. “Would you both prepare the bar? All the booze is out in the garage, I’d like it in here.” Josh looks over at you apologetically then answers, “Yeah, Jake. We’ll go get it.” He takes your hand in his once again and you both walk back to the foyer to step out and grab the drinks.

Josh puts in the code and the garage door slowly rises, revealing the large pile of alcohol on the side wall. As you go to grab a few grocery bags of liquor bottles, Josh takes a pack of beer in each hand, opting to take the heavier stuff.

“I’m sorry about him. That’s just how he is, you know? He’ll warm up to you,” he says, looking at you and trying to gauge your reaction.

“How long does it take to warm up to a person? We’ve been seeing each other since June, Josh. Sam and Danny don’t seem to have any issues with me. So why him?” you ask, feeling frustrated.

Josh lets out a heavy sigh, looking at you with softened eyes. “I don’t know, Y/N. I’m sure he has his reasons. He doesn’t exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. I’ve known him since the womb and I still can’t always figure him out.”

“Well, it’s making me crazy,” you pout. He puts the cases of beer down and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your shoulders. “I’m sorry, baby. Just ignore him for tonight, okay? I just wanna have a nice night with my girl…” he says, placing his hand on your chin to tilt it up to meet your eyes.

“Fine… but you owe me,” you tease with a smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh, I’ll make it worth your while, darling, trust me on that,” he replies with a smirk, biting his lip. He leans down to capture your lips in his for a moment, moving his hand from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you into him. His other hand which was once planted on your waist moves down to grip your bare thigh, exposed by the long slit in your dress. You sigh against his lips as his grip on your thigh tightens, pulling away from him slowly.

“We should get back…” you whisper. “Sorry, I’m just insatiable for you,” he says with a wink before reaching down to grab the beer and turning to walk out of the garage. You quickly follow, pressing the button the shut the door and then returning inside Jake’s house.

When you and Josh return inside, Jake has finished cooking and went upstairs to change into his party attire. The two of you stand around the kitchen island with Sam and Danny, chatting for a while as you wait for Jake to return downstairs in time for the rest of the guests to arrive.

You hear footsteps down the stairs and turn your attention to see Jake waltz back into the room. He’s put on a black button-down shirt, only fastening a few of the buttons on the bottom, leaving his bare chest exposed. An array of silver necklaces sits upon his exposed chest, the coins attached to the chains lying just right against his smooth skin. His wavy brown hair rests almost perfectly on his shoulders, which you notice has grown quite a bit since the last time you saw him. You think for a moment that it suits him, but you quickly shake that thought out of your head.

He’s wearing a pair of simple black dress pants with matching black ankle-length boots, seemingly leather. And of course, he could not go without his dark sunglasses, despite it being nighttime… and winter. Arrogant asshole.

Through the lenses, you panic as you see his eyes find yours. A smirk forms on his face as he finally approaches, and you already know that he’s about to piss you off.

“Didn’t anyone teach you that it’s impolite to stare, sunshine?” Jake says proudly, leaning against the kitchen island awaiting your response.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jacob,” you scoff, standing up from your seat in the kitchen to go to the bar and make yourself a drink. Your cheeks flush as your back is turned to the rest of the group and you try to shake off the sudden feeling of embarrassment as you reach down to pour some tequila into your glass, topping it off with soda water.

Convinced that your face has finally returned to its natural color, you walk back to the kitchen, retrieve some ice from the freezer, and add it to your glass. You return to the island and stand behind where Josh is seated, placing your hand on his back and rubbing it slightly.

They’re caught up in a conversation regarding their time in the studio a few days back, but your eyes meet Jake’s once again. He takes a sip of his glass of neat whiskey, which he’s seemingly already poured for himself, not taking his eyes off of yours for a second.

What the hell is his problem? It can never just be a simple night, can it? Before you have the chance to question him, the doorbell rings and Jake retreats to open the door and greet his new guests. Perhaps you can catch him later to question him, but for now, you plan to just have a good time.

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The night has gone smoothly so far, despite your concerns. Jake’s stayed out of your way, spending most of the time speaking with some record executives in the living area by the record player, attending to the music once the record ends every once and a while.

You’ve stayed by Josh’s side all evening, standing by the bar talking to Sam and Danny. You’ve already had three tequila sodas in and are luckily feeling much more relaxed. Not only that, but about three drinks in is usually when you start to crave a cigarette or two. So, you excuse yourself from the group and retreat to Jake’s back porch, stopping in the foyer quickly to grab your coat.

You slink out of the back door and sit down on the porch swing, pulling out a pack of American Spirit cigarettes and a black lighter. The porch is lit dimly by a string of lights, extending from the porch to the small garden next to it. The ground is laid with a thin layer of snow, probably only about an inch or two, and the pine trees in his backyard also have little blankets of snow resting upon them. It’s quiet, almost too quiet.

Then, as if the universe heard your thoughts, you hear the door open from your right. Much to your dismay, it’s Jake who walks out of the house onto the porch, with a joint already hanging out of his mouth as his eyes meet yours. He removes his sunglasses and his lips turn upward slightly as he walks over to sit next to you on the swing. You sigh quietly as you put your cigarettes back into your pocket, picking up on his hint and opting to smoke with him instead. What did you have to lose?

You reach up with your lighter still in your hand, lighting the joint between his lips for him. His eyes burn through yours as he inhales for a few moments before removing it from his mouth and blowing the smoke out to the side.

“Needed a break from the festivities, sunshine?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk, offering you a hit. You take it willingly, taking a drag and shaking your head.

“Not necessarily. It’s just about that time of night when I’d want a smoke,” you answer candidly, shrugging a bit before passing the joint back to him.

“Didn’t want your boyfriend to come with you?” he teases, taking a long drag. You roll your eyes at him, leaning back onto the back of the swing as he hands you the joint back and you take another hit.

“He’s not my boyfriend. And no, I just wanted to have a few minutes alone. You can see how well that worked out,” you say, taking one more hit before giving it back. He just looks at you for a moment with a puzzled look on his face, which soon turns back into a smirk.

“Well, who am I to let a lady sit out in the cold by herself?” he says, turning his body toward you more on the seat. His left arm moves to rest on the back of the seat, with his hand gripping the seat behind your head. You’re suddenly very thankful for the dim lighting, which you hope is successfully hiding the newfound pink tint of your cheeks from the proximity.

“What a gentleman,” you say sarcastically, taking a drag of the joint and crossing your legs as you turn your body toward him to mirror him. He takes it from your fingers and puts it out in the ashtray on the table in front of you, then sits back in his original position. The slit on your left leg causes your legs to become much more exposed to the cold, causing you to pull your coat over your legs slightly. To your surprise, Jake moves his right hand from his lap and slides it slowly to rest on your exposed knee, underneath your coat.

“You are cold, I can feel it,” he mutters, moving to sit a bit closer to you, looking down at your knee and then back up to meet your eyes.

“What are you doing?” you ask with a confused look, searching his eyes for any hint of what he’s thinking. You’ve never been this close to him before and for some reason, your immediate reaction wasn’t to pull away.

“I’m warming you up, sunshine…” he answers, his gaze still not breaking away from yours as he moves his hand from your knee to your outer thigh, rubbing it with his thumb.

“Jake, why do you call me that? I don’t get it,” you ask, hoping to finally get some answers about how he feels about you. Now was as good a time as ever. His lips turn up into a cocky smile, even showing a hint of teeth as he formulates a reply.

“Because you light up the sky, Y/N… and I shouldn’t look at you, or else I’ll go blind,” he finally answers, stroking your thigh again with a bit more force this time, causing you to take a deep breath and swallow harshly. “I shouldn’t touch you, or else I’ll get burned.”

Your eyes soften as you look back at him, still trying to wrap your head around what he’s trying to say. Before you have a chance to question him further, he continues.

“So, if I shouldn’t look at you… or touch you… then why do I still desire to?” he says inquisitively, gazing down at your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. "Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight… For the greatest tragedy of them all, Is never to feel the burning light… Perhaps my own desire will be my downfall, hm?”

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you gaze up at him in shock. “Jake… what are you saying? I thought you hated me…” you say, in almost a whisper now.

“Sunshine, I’ve never hated you,” he answers, moving his hand slightly further up your exposed thigh. “I’ve just been resisting the light… but I’m not afraid to get burned anymore.” Oh. Your mind is spinning, from the combination of alcohol, weed, and hushed confessions.

Before you have the chance to tell yourself that you should take some time to think about this, your body acts without your permission and your lips crash against his. Immediately his hand snakes into your hair on the back of your neck, pulling you into him as his other hand continues to grip your thigh. Both of your hands find themselves tangled in his hair, tugging on it lightly, eliciting a groan from him into your mouth.

He pulls away from you for a moment as he moves his hand toward the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your already aching core. “Can I?...” he asks, and you nod feverishly. His lips find your neck as you lean your head back against the back of the seat, his fingers snaking slowly up the inside of your thigh.

His fingers find the black lace covering your lower lips, which is already soaked through from all the buildup. You feel him smirk against the skin of your neck as he feels the slick between your legs and then moves the fabric to the side. He runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness before sliding one finger inside of you, causing you to gasp quietly.

His thumb rubs small, quick circles around your clit as he moves his pointer finger in and out of you, then inserts a second finger along with it. “Fuck, sunshine, so tight for me. Bet that feels so good, huh? Did you need it bad?” he whispers against your neck, laying wet kisses down to your collarbone. “God, yes, so good. Needed it so bad, Jake,” you mutter, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips and hands on you.

“God’s not here. There’s only me,” he says, increasing the speed of his fingers inside you, curling them upward to hit that special spot far back. You feel how close you are now, barely holding on. Your hand is gripping his shoulder hard, your nails digging into him through his shirt.

“That’s it, baby, come on. I know how bad you want it,” he says, kissing his way back up your neck to your chin. “Want you to come all over my fingers while my brother waits for you inside. Bet you look so gorgeous when you come. C’mon, make those pretty sounds for me, sunshine.” You whine, probably a bit louder than you should have, as his fingers finally coax your orgasm out of you. Jake’s lips find yours to muffle the sound of your cries as he works you through it, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you come down from the high.

He pulls away from you, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly removes his fingers from you and brings them up to his mouth, sucking your release off of them with a low groan. His left hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer to him, leaving only a few inches of room between you.

“So fucking perfect for me… Looks like my wings are melting, love. Too late to turn back now,” he says, his eyes glued to yours. “No regrets?”

“No regrets,” you answer, resting your forehead against his, taking a deep breath before pulling away and standing up, walking back toward the door. You turn around for a moment, meeting his gaze and looking at him softly, before heading back inside to find Josh.

You find Josh in the kitchen, standing at the island with Sam. “Hey, baby, I was wondering where you went,” he says, snaking his arm around you.

“Oh, yeah sorry. I just went out for a smoke and got distracted,” you answer with a soft smile.

“Are you tired? We can head out if you want, I’m sure Jake won’t mind,” he asks with a smile. You nod and turn to see Jake walk through the front door; you guess that he went around to the front of the house to not raise any suspicion. Smart.

You both say your goodbyes to everyone before walking to the foyer, leaving Jake for last. Josh hugs his brother and pats his shoulder, then grabs his keys and walks out the front door.

“Goodnight, Jake,” you whisper timidly, looking up at him.

“G’night, sunshine…” he says with a wink, stroking your cheek lightly as you smile at him, then back away and walk past him out the door. Your cheeks are flush as you walk out to Josh’s car, getting in and buckling your seatbelt before he drives off.

“Did you have a good time, sweetheart?” Josh asks, looking over at you for a moment as he drives.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” you answer, looking out the window.

You try to think over tonight’s events as you drive down the long and winding road toward your house. Never did you expect Jake to act that way toward you. You had been convinced that he hated you, but all this time he was just… afraid of his desire for you? It still didn’t make sense to you, but you’re fearful of the feelings that your encounter with Jake has brought to light.

He was so different from Josh, in every way. While Josh was sweet, Jake was assertive. While Josh was desirable, Jake was seductive. It was like he cast some sort of spell on you. Jake is the antithesis of Josh. And for some reason, that intrigues you. But now what? Now that you’ve entertained Jake, there’s no way that either of you will be able to resist the temptation of having each other again. God, what have you gotten yourself into?

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Our dear reader has a lot of decisions she has to make now, doesn't she? I guess we'll find out in the next chapter ;) see you then

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[allthingsfook]

Obey : J.M.K

Minors DNI 🔞 sexual content/theme, inappropriate language, degradation, jealousy, rough behavior, dominance/submission, hair pulling, smacking/slapping, oral (f&m recieving)/vaginal sex, public sex, unprotected sex, teasing, choking, ligatures, and I’m sure much more!

Word Count: 4,155

Josh acts out on his jealousy in a dominant manner after catching you flirting with another guy. Reminding you of who you are bound to, he fucks you in plain sight. The night doesn’t stop there 😉

Author’s Note: Let that summary be cryptic because I’m not willing to give away the plot twist at the end. Predictable or not, I hope you enjoy ✨

A harsh grip pries you away from your senseless conversation, nearly slopping your drink all over yourself. A white flash rushes you into the next room. Before you can hardly even comprehend, Josh locks the door behind you and stares you down like your father used to when he was ‘disappointed’ in you. His eyes, which are always so inviting, appear darken and cold. His temples are pulsating from gritting his teeth behind a scowl. Refusing to break the intense silence, you lift your hands in question and sport a confused look.

 “What do you mean?” He questions as he mocks your shrug.

 “What the fuck are you talking about?” You blurt out.

 “You literally have the balls to flirt with some guy while I’m in the same room?”

 “Excuse me? Even if I did have the balls to do so, you think I would?” You answer with a tinge of hurt in your voice.

 “Looks to be that way,” Josh recants.

 “How so?”

 “Look at you! You slutty thing. Your tits are spilling out of your shirt and it sure looked like you were pushing them out even more at that guy. And I bet he was so fucking funny that you just had to touch his chest while you melted over his jokes!”

 “Oh, shut the hell up, Josh,” you shout. He looks stunned. You never talk back to him. While he’s given you plenty of opportunities to speak your mind, you always bite your tongue out of respect. This is new territory.

 “You really wanna do that?” He questions patronizingly.

 “Don’t talk to me like I’m your naughty girl or some shit! Don’t act like I’m trying to test you. I’m a grown god-damn woman and just because I chose not to challenge your opinions most of the time doesn’t mean I’ve revoked my right to. So, if you think for a second that I would cross you like that, then fuck you.”

 Not even giving him the satisfaction of the last word, you promptly unlock the door and slam it behind yourself. Tears well at the bottom of your eyes, your throat chokes up and you gasp for fresh air. Through all the bustle and chatter you hear the door slam across the room. Josh calls for you amidst the crowd. You continue to the door, but he catches your forearm before you make it. He moves past you and pulls you out to the front porch.

 “We’re leaving,” he informs you.

 You push his hand from your arm, and plant yourself firmly where you are. “I’m leaving, but not with you,” you exert.

 “Then where do you think you are gonna go?”

 “I don’t really care, Josh. As long as I’m not with you right now,” you respond as you start down the steps and cross the lawn.

 He groans and follows you. When he catches up to you down the sidewalk, again, he clenches your forearm and yanks you toward him. Overcome with rage, you raise your hand to swat him across the cheek, but he grips your wrist before impact. He throws it down before pressing his pink, supple lips into yours. The rage and heat in your face dulls, and the disgust you felt for him turns to intense lust. You hate yourself for letting him upset you so much, yet you crumble at his kiss. His hands move to your waist, pressing you backward into a hedge. The faint streetlight reveals just enough for him to manipulate your body but hides your lewd acts in the shadows. Josh kisses you harder and drapes his torso atop yours. His fingers tangle in your hair, working to jolt your head back. Your bare neck retched to the side, exposed for him to bite and suck ruthlessly; and so, he does. Kneading with his tongue and lips, occasionally nipping. You whimper and beg for him.

 “Oh fuck, Joshua.”

 “Be quiet,” he groans between sucks.

 With one hand he pops the button on your pants open, coaxes the zipper down, and shoves at the waistband just enough to get inside your panties. His finger pads skim over your bits. You are already so swollen and aching for his touch. He pulls his lips away from your neck and licks upward, leaving a trail of saliva across your jaw. He presses his forehead against yours, and stares so deeply into your soul it feels like he’s looking through you. It makes you want to sink into the bushes to evade his cruel intent. That being to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you.

 He's back to tapping against your clit. You jerk and groan at his touch. His other hand grasps the back of your neck, keeping you from moving or breaking eye contact. You continue to whine behind your pursed lips.

 “Smh. I hardly do anything to you and you’re squirming around; acting like you’ve been starved of sex. It’s not like you didn’t have my dick in your pretty mouth last night.”

 His hand remains in your pants, but he stops touching you. A face full of false puzzle overcomes him; followed by a devilish smirk. He sighs and advances his fingers inside your core. You gasp and shoot onto your tip toes. That’s exactly what you had been craving but it overcomes you with passion every time. Pulsing in and out of you while you cry his name, he muffles you with his hand over your mouth. With you silenced, he grooms the inside of your cunt. Doing that ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. Fuck. Oh, how you love that, and he knows it too. Here you are, backed into a bush, cumming all over Josh’s fingers. The same ones he waves to all those needy girls with on tour. It makes your soul ignite when you think about how all of them can only dream of what he’s doing to you right now and imagine it’s them. Moving his grip from your mouth, he squishes your cheeks, bringing you back to reality.

 “Focus on me,” he demands.

 He withdraws his fingers from your core and pops them into your mouth. You suck them clean of your own slick; coating the inside of your mouth. Your mouth salivates as you lap at them, and with a swallow, it’s gone.

 “Good girl,” he remarks.

 Reluctantly, he pulls his fingers out. He fumbles with his belt and pants before pushing them out of the way to reveal his cock. He’s hard for you; he has been for a while, you felt it against your body. He probably grew hard as he was chasing after you through the house party; knowing he was going to get his way with you. He tenderly holds himself in his hand. A trail of spit dribbles from his lips to his cock. It pools at the base before he slides his hand back n’ forth, making himself slick. You admire his actions. His length glistening, full of saliva. He continues jerking with one hand while the other clings onto your neck. You swallow hard behind his grip and watch as he positions himself just right. He advances slowly, every inch he groans, and his chokehold grows tighter. Coughing and gasping for air doesn’t stop him; he doesn’t let up until he’s all the way inside. His hips buck against you, leaving them there for a second; reveling in how narcotic it feels. He swells inside of you revealing just how tight you are. He moans as he begins to thrust up in you. He grabs your hips so harshly his knuckles are white. You drape your arms around his shoulders, fingernails scratching his warm skin. His head is hanging low, jaw slack, panting harder each second. He’s admiring how with every thrust your cum collects on his dick.

 Although he’s completely enveloped in the moment, it doesn’t take long for him to become frustrated with this position and amount of clothing you still have on. He pulls out with annoyance. Your erotic trance quickly breaks, and you sigh. You had just gotten adjusted to his size, and now you’re missing it. Josh clutches your body and forces your bottoms down. He turns you around and pushes you into doggy. Quickly, he guides himself back into your core. That short absence let you grow tight again. Once more, you get to feel him stretch you out, but this time he’s not interested in feeling you adjust around him. He’s ready to pound you so deep you can feel it in your stomach. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him rhythmically. Your tits and hair bounce in sync as your moans catch in your throat. The sound of your ass clapping against his hips fills the empty street. Why he was so concerned about keeping you quiet earlier was a mystery, because he isn’t shy now. You could scream for him and he wouldn’t stop you. In fact, sometimes you think he wants to play that game; risk getting caught. So close, but not quite enough. He wants to flaunt you, but only have you to himself. He lifts his grip from your hips and begins clawing at your back. You continue to fuck yourself on him. He gravitates to your chest, pinching your nipples. You wince and bite at your lip to soothe the pain. After which, he massages them as if to say ‘I’m sorry.’ Just when you thought there might be some mercy to be had, he lays a smack across your ass.

 “God dammit!” You screech.

 Again! He cracks across it again and again. A small tear trickles down your cheek. It stings, but it’s intoxicating in all the same sense. He then rubs the surely welted skin, but for only a moment before he latches onto your hips once more to pump himself faster inside you. That warm feeling grows in your abdomen. Your body is quivering and you’re tensing around him in attempt to keep from climaxing. He licks his lips and grunts at you. He knows what’s going on in your body.

 “C’mon! If you wanna cum, go ahead. Be a good little slut and cream all over me!” Josh coaxes.

 Your eyes are squeezed shut with white knuckles wrapped around your knees. You huff and steadily relax your body as your core melts around Josh’s cock. His pace stutters. He groans as your nectar floods his groin and drips down his thigh. You coo and tremble. With a deep thrust, he busts inside of you. A gush of milky white release leaks out of your cunt as he pulls out of you. He catches it with cupped fingers before it makes a mess of your bottoms. He grips the back of your neck with one strong hand; standing you up and turning you toward himself. He nods for you to open your mouth once again. You do so. He lets his cum flow into your mouth, coating your tongue. You gulp as it continues to fill your mouth.

 “You are insanely naughty” he mutters before tapping your cheek.

 You put yourself back together, half in disbelief that just happened. Josh wipes his hand clean on the grass, as well as pulling his bottoms back on. He notices you adjusting yourself, as if you are going to walk back into that party acting like nothing happened. He gazes at you offhandedly.

 “What?” You question.

 “You think I’m done with you?” He responds arrogantly. He turns and heads toward his jeep down the street. You’re stuck in your spot; still processing what he’s suggesting.

 “Get your tight ass moving,” he calls after you.

 You roll your eyes and jog to catch up with him. Instead of climbing into the driver’s seat, he unlocks the back hatch and flings open the door. He steps aside and motions for you to climb in. You timidly comply. You scooch in and rest yourself on your forearms. Josh briefly smiles at you before tugging your pants off once more. Ripping your panties apart he spreads your legs, diving his head between your thighs. Extremely sensitive from moments before, your body jolts and struggles to get away from his eager tongue. Locking his arms around your knees, he pulls you back onto his face.

 “Sit still,” he demands.

 You grip onto the leather seat behind your head while moaning and softly shouting obscenities toward Josh. He flicks his tongue much like an artist with a brush; precise, fluid, and teasing. This makes your body move in unpredictable and wild ways. He introduces his plump lips to your clit, smoothing over it as his tongue laps over the rest of your bits. He’s not rough or eager to move on. This man is living for the moment! You know he daydreams about eating your pussy, but even more so making you spasm and plead with him. With every flick, nibble, and kiss his desire is satisfied. His facial hair tickles at your soft skin; making you squirm and paw at him. Josh pulls his face from between your thighs, catching his breath and wiping your slick from his chin. He looks up at you and flashes a sultry smile. Fully expecting him to continue eating you out, it shocks you that he unleashes his grip from your legs and begins to put himself back together.

 “No more?” You question with a breathy sigh.

 “Ah, look at you. Don’t want me to stop now? I must get you home for what I want to do to you next,” he expresses.

 Your heart races in your chest, palms sweat, and stomach turns over. How much more could you handle?

 “Put yourself together,” he adds.

 You toss your shredded panties to the side. Someday Josh will find them, think back to this night and get excited over the thought of it. You pull your jeans back on, flinching at the harsh seem digging into your swollen core. You take care sinking into the passenger seat, but he notices your awkwardness and chuckles. “You’re welcome,” he sneers.

 He wastes little time maneuvering through the side streets to reach your suburban home. With one hand on the wheel and the other squeezing your leg, he looks over at you with intense lust. Through all the shit tonight he still hasn’t lost intention. Whatever he has in store for you at home is lingering in his head, and it’s eating you alive. Within 15 minutes, you arrive home and he’s rushing you out of the Jeep. Once inside, he locks the door and grabs your hand, leading you to your bedroom. He whips his belt out from his bottoms and sheds his shirt. From behind the closet door, he swipes the satin belt for your robe. He motions for you to turn around. You feel the slick material weave around your wrists before he tightens it. It pinches at your skin slightly, but honestly, you kind of like it. Turning you back toward him by your shoulder, he holds the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

 “You are going to get on your knees and suck my dick just like you did last night. Blow my fucking mind,” he instructs before laying a fierce kiss on your velvety lips.

 You longingly gaze at him and shake your head with obedience. You gracefully get to your knees, arms confined behind your back. Josh unbuttons his pants and tosses them aside. He’s bulging in his briefs once again. Before he doffs them, he peers down at you. Surely reveling in how submissive you look right now. Finally, he takes his briefs down to expose his length. Your cheeks rose over, and you let out a soft huff. His eyelids sink and the rest of his face says it all. You peer up at him with Bambi eyes, hoping just for a second he’d look down, caress your face, and give you a tender smile. It’s evident there is zero glimpse of that tonight.

 You turn your attention to his throbbing cock. He’s so excited that he’s precumming, much like how your mouth is salivating right now. You lap your tongue over it to let him know you notice how hot he is for you. You raise onto your knees and let a trail of saliva drip from your tongue to his erection. He strokes himself, lubing it up so your lips slide over him like butter. You take him into your mouth gradually; tongue dragging along his length. You don’t waste any time attempting to fulfill his expectations. He exhales with a whimper. Did you have him right where you wanted him after all his dominance? Hardly. His hand falls on the back of your head, driving his cock to the back of your throat. You gag and struggle to keep yourself from choking. He lets up, allowing your head to retract from him. Your mouth leaves his cock and your chin coated in saliva. He enjoys stripping you of any idea of control, just another reminder of who is in charge here. Once you catch your breath and fight your burning eyes, you give him a slutty smirk.

 “Keep fucking going,” he commands through gritted teeth.

 You happily oblige. You swirl you tongue around the head of his cock before taking it deeper again. You sink into a steady rhythm; working to get him off. You can feel him twitching for you through your lips. He places his hand on the back of your neck, digging his nails into your skin. You grumble with your mouth full. The way he is grimacing and groaning, you know he is close. His abdomen flexes and the veins in his forearm pulsate, warm blood rushing through his body. He opens his eyes and looks down at you, noticing your gaze. He shakes his head, knowing you are wondering if he is close.

“I’m gunna cum,” he huffs out.

 You continue to take him deeper and deeper in a steady rhythm. You gag, letting sloppy sounds echo through the room. Josh lets out one last exacerbated moan, clutches the sides of your face and fills your mouth with his release. He pants with his jaw slack for a moment before looking down at you, making sure you swallow. You take a large gulp and stick your tongue out. He taps your cheek. “Good girl,” he compliments. You relax on your knees and wait for his next instruction silently. He looks exquisite. His tan skin glowing in the faint light, glossy from his sweat. His chest rises and falls rapidly while he attempts to find his breath. His usual curly, full hair is heavy from the humidity in the room. You like it. It makes him seem less like the flawless singer the world sees him as, and more like the real human being you know him to be.

 “Get out of that head of yours,” he interrupts. “You need to focus on me.”

 He bends down, lifting you off the floor, and guiding you over to the bed where he lays you out. Your arms are pinned under your back, rendering you more helpless than before. He hovers over you, taking your jeans off. Shimming them down your legs with one hand, while the other caresses your skin along the way. It sends shivers up your spine, and goosebumps appear across your body. Your nipples grow hard under your shirt, and to that he immediately notices. He smirks with a devious plan behind his eyes. He grips the hem of your shirt and rips it right up the front. Your eyes flood with shock and you gasp. Discarding it, his lips connect with your chest and his hands massage your tits. Vacuuming your flesh into his mouth, he designs patterns of faint bruises in his wake. Leaving something behind, so you can gawk at them when he’s away. He takes your nipple into his mouth and bites at it. You squirm underneath him, but he holds you still. Although, he takes a minute to nurture your chest, he returns to his original plot. He moves his way back down to your hips, studying your naked body before he pushes himself inside you once more. Your head jolts back into the sheets. Your cunt is sore from all this stimulation. Suppressing your own discomfort, Josh seems to be quite sensitive himself. He winces slightly when he thrusts into you. Your body relaxes as you know this has got to be the last time for tonight. He settles into a steady rhythm, grunting and panting as he fucks you more intensely than before. Your tits bounce forcefully across your torso, making your moans choppy and violent. The harder he pushes, the number your hands get underneath you, but you find it wickedly sexy. He places his hand over your stomach with slight pressure, so you both can clearly feel how deep he is. You cry out over him.

 “Oh, Josh! That feels so fucking good!”

 The only response he gives you is a huff. His darken eyes connect with yours. He’s so exhausted. His eyelids are sunken, brows furrowed, and lips parted. Without your hands to groom him, and knowing he wouldn’t allow you to verbally coax him to his climax, you tense your core around his cock. He coos after you and encourages you to continue. Repeatedly you tighten around him until he expresses how close he is.

 “Oh fuck, if you keep doing that, I am going to fill your cunt up,” he heavily growls.

 Josh continues to pulse in and out of you causing your eyes to well. Feelings of overstimulation and climax engulf you. That familiar pit forms in your stomach and it is ready to burst. Your thighs begin to shake around his body. He knows you are struggling to keep it together; you can see it in his eyes. This only makes him hungrier for his high. Your eyes roll back, and you thrash in the bed, fighting the ligature binding your hands. Josh bares down on your hips and gives you three, deep, sharp thrusts ending in his warm release spilling out of you. You can feel it beading down your thighs, making a mess of the duvet. He leans back on his knees, his dick sliding out of you, allowing more cum to run out of your cunt. His face is bare. Tired and fading out of his euphoria. After collecting himself, he directs his attention toward you. His lips are blush and pouty and eyes filled with concern. He leans over you to caress your cheek tenderly. He shakes his head and lets it fall, colliding with your chest. He’s blanketed across you, hugging your body. His face emerges from your torso after a few moments. It’s soft and endearing; he’s back to himself.

 “Y/N?” He softly speaks. “Oh my God. Was that too much? Oh God, I’m sorry if that was too far,” he pleads.

 You snicker softly before reassuring him. “Josh, it was all good. This was my idea, remember? I wouldn’t ask for it if I didn’t think I could handle it.”

 “But—I did so many things—so rough,” he trails on.

 “Josh, could you just—” you wiggle your arms underneath you “—Just untie me, now,” you request.

He scrambles to release your hands. You rub them while you admire the red, indentations they left. You cup his cheek and wipe the sweat from his temple. Giggling at his unruly hair, having lost all its volume; you floof it back up for him. You hope this gets him to snap out of his state of remorse; to know you are okay. His face continues to tell a story of sorrow.

“Babe, you did great,” you pause. “I may really like this jealous alter ego. He’s super fucking naughty,” you chuckle.

 He smirks slightly, reassured by your words. Grabbing your shoulders, he pulls you into a warm embrace, falling back into the bed. Your hair flairs out with strands landing across your forehead. Josh brushes them away and plants a kiss where they once laid. You are madly in love with this man. He is the most kind, compassionate, lovable person you have ever met. Yet when you asked him to bring your sexual fantasy alive, he was able to you immerse completely. You had forgotten you had even asked him for this. He nestles his cheek into the crook of your neck. When he exhales, his breath tickles your skin. You peer down at him only to notice he has drifted to sleep. You smile at the serene sight and relax in the bed, not wanting to wake him. He had done so much for you tonight, so you return the favor in letting him rest.

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[twistedmelodies]

Sitting here with my 2 year old, going over all the concert content. There are 5 things she took away from it all...

1.) Josh has SHOES (she's always very concerned about Josh and Sam being barefoot, at Christmas she told me she wanted to buy them shoes. It cracks me up because we are a barefoot household)

2.) She wants a Josh flower because she knows they must smell PRETTY.

3.) Why did Jake show his BOOTY BUTT 😳 ( she followed with, does he have to potty?)

4.) She likes Josh's "jammies" and would like a matching set

5.) *this one is my personal favorite* she said "the music makes my body happy" girl yes.

These boys are really out here healing even the smallest of souls. I hope they truly know how much they mean to us all. 💕

[gretavansteph]

home remedy | j.t.k

no bc we're going to HELL for this omg but this was a request based off of this ask i'm blushing I hope y'all enjoy

Let me know what y’all think and don’t be a stranger, leave your requests in my ask!

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Your breath caught in your throat as another wave of pain hit you, this time stronger than the last. You were trying to keep yourself together, you didn't want to interrupt the bands rehearsals even though all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry.

This morning when you woke up you were feeling great, even more so because Jake had invited you to come watch him and the boys rehearse. You agreed instantly, and everything was completely fine and dandy until you got there. It was just your luck that on this particular day, your period swarmed you. And when you say swarmed, you meant swarmed. It hit you like a truck as soon as you had walked into the studio, and you immediately excused yourself as you felt the impossible to ignore wetness between your legs. It wasn't even the good kind, and it definitely put a damper in your mood.

Thankfully you were always prepared, so you dug around your purse and pulled out a tampon. You went about your business and popped some ibuprofen before the inevitable cramps hit, and once you washed your hands you made your way back into the studio. It was all going great, the guys sounded amazing and you loved watching Jake in his element with the people he loved most in the world. The way he would furrow his brow in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he made sure to hit all the right notes. He looked hot as all hell, and he looked good enough to eat. You wouldn't mind licking the sweat off his face that was a result of him putting his whole jussy into his music. You had read that on twitter somewhere and hadn't stopped saying it. Jake didn't understand it no matter how many times you explained it, but you thought it was hilarious.

You giggled to yourself at the thought, giving Jake a smile and a wave as he looked at you through the glass as if knowing you were thinking of him. He returned the smile and got back to work. You relaxed against the comfy couch you had set up camp on, taking a few pictures of the guys and of Jake. You were having a great time, you really were.

And then you weren't.

The first wave of pain caught you by surprise, but it was barely there. More so a small ache than anything, so with a small sigh you relaxed once again and trained your attention on the band. They were running through a verse of Safari, and you were singing along with Josh when another wave hit you.

"Holy f-"

You bit down on your lip, stopping the rest of the word from coming out. The pain was slowly but surely getting stronger, but you really wanted to ignore it. You were enjoying your time with the guys, and you knew Jake enjoyed you being there too, so upon taking a few breaths you resumed your singing with Josh. It worked for about a good twenty minutes, but now it was to the point the pain had you sweating.

This was the thing about your period, some days you would get lucky and have an easy cycle. Maybe some light cramping on the first day or maybe the second but nothing more. Or sometimes no cramping at all, but then there was those other periods like the one you were currently experiencing where you imagined dying would be less painful. It hurt so impossibly bad, and you knew it was only going to get worse. These types of periods would normally bound you to your bed for the entire duration, and you hated it. But you hated it even more when it occurred while you were away from home, like now. It made you even more uncomfortable, especially because you weren't wearing your comfy period panties. And you didn't have your heating pad or your blankie.

You tried holding back as much as you could, but you couldn't do it any longer. So when Jake looked up at you with a smile, it immediately left his face as he took in your state of distress. You waved him over and he rushed to put his guitar down before he all but ran out of the booth and over to you, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked. "Are you hurt? Do you need me to get you anything I can-"

"Can we go home?" you asked, voice shaking as another wave of pain hit you, this time lingering longer than usual.

He took hold of your hand and without meaning to you squeezed, hard, eliciting a hiss from his lips.

"I'm so sorry I just- my fucking period and- ow fuck!"

He nodded in understanding, helping you up from the couch and leading you out the door after gathering your things. You were able to make it to the car before your tears fell, the pain becoming impossible to hide.

"I know baby, I know, I'm gonna get you home." Jake spoke, putting the car in reverse and all but flooring it away from the studio.

The air was flooded with tearful apologies from you, for pulling him away from his practice, but he quickly dismissed them, saying the guys would understand and that the main priority was getting you to a more comfortable spot. He let you hold his hand on the way, trying not to let it show how much your squeezing hurt.

"I know you're hurting, love," he began, letting out a wince. "But you're squeezing the money makers."

You released his hand with an apology, opting out for gripping onto your knee instead. You let out a sigh of relief as he finally pulled into your driveway, rushing over to help you out of the car and leading you into the house.

You went straight into the restroom to change, discarding your clothes and replacing your tampon. You realized you had forgotten to grab some clothes and you mentally cursed yourself, but a knock at the door interrupted your self scolding. The door cracked open and Jake's hand poked through, your clothes dangling in his hand.

"You forgot these," he said.

You took the clothes from his hand, thanking him before he closed the door once again to give you some privacy. Your heart melted at the sight in front of you, and your tears fell onto the articles of clothing. He had picked your favorite pair of period undies, some soft and comfy shorts and one of his t shirts that was a few sizes too big on you but you loved to wear it anyway. You quickly got dressed and made your way into bed, crawling under the covers. You took notice of Jake's missing figure from the room, but you quickly forgot about it as the pain took over your thoughts.

You groaned in pain, curling up into a ball as you disappeared under the covers. After a few minutes they were pulled back and you felt yourself being pulled into a warm body.

"Move your hands, baby." Jake spoke softly, lightly pulling your hands off of your stomach.

You felt the warmth of a heating pad on your skin, realizing that must've been the reason he wasn't in the room. You curled into the heating pad, your legs pulled up close to your chest, pushing the pad into your skin. It helped to a certain extent, but the pain was so strong it took over your lower abdomen and your lower back. You let out a small sob in pain, wishing it would stop, causing a frantic Jake to speak up.

"What do you need, love?" he asked. "What do you need me to do?"

You knew he just wanted to help, and you adored him for it. But in instances like this there wasn't much to do except wait for it to run it's course. You reached behind you and took his hand, placing it under your shirt on your lower back, silently asking him to rub the area. He caught on and began rubbing your back, and you let out a sigh as he applied pressure.

He held you for a while, switching spots with the heating pad to rub your front as the heating pad warmed up your back. You were able to stop crying after a while, the little routine he had come up with proving to help. You were able to relax into his arms, at one point dosing off to sleep for a few minutes. You woke up not long after, and you were grateful the pain was mostly gone. You leaned into Jake, pulling the heating pad from between your bodies to really feel him.

"Thank you, baby." you mumbled, placing your hand on top of his as it laid on your stomach.

He placed kisses on your cheek, trailing down to your neck and your shoulders. You shivered, and you felt him smile into your neck.

You loved him like this, you loved him all the time but when he was soft like this he melted your heart. Everyone was used to seeing the crazy sex god on stage, working his magic on his guitar making everyone in the room, including you, swoon. But when he was home with just you, he let his soft side come out. You loved that he reserved it for you, even when he sometimes tried to act tough around you you knew he was really just a big softy.

You cuddled up with each other for a while, and you were enjoying these pain free moments. With a groan from Jake, you peeled yourself away from him and climbed out of bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up with a pout.

You smiled at how adorable he was, trying to fight the urge to crawl back into bed and kiss the pout off of his lips.

"I'm gonna take a shower," you replied, making your way towards the restroom door. "While I can."

He sighed dramatically, flopping back on the bed with the same pout. You laughed, waving your hand at him before you disappeared into the restroom. You started the shower, setting the water just how you liked it before discarding your clothes.

Back in bed, Jake listened as the shower turned on in the restroom. His mind wandered back to the state you had been in earlier on in the day, and he hated seeing you that way. He especially hated not knowing what to do, he felt helpless as you cried due to how much pain you were in. All he wanted to do was make it all go away, but he didn't know how. That was how he found himself nose deep in his phone as he read different articles online that were filled with all sorts of remedies to help cramps at home.

Over the counter medication, applying heat, massaging with essential oils?

He furrowed his brows at that one and continued on. He was so invested on how certain foods apparently play a part in the cause of menstrual cramps, that he almost missed the last one on the list.

Having an orgasm?

He smiled to himself as he read over that segment of the article. Once he had gathered as much information as needed, he threw his phone on the bed and made his way into the restroom, stripping himself of his clothes.

In the shower, you relished in the feel of the hot water on your back, taking turns to switch and let the water hit your tummy. The cramps were slowly coming back, and you were annoyed at the fact that you only had so much time to enjoy a nice hot shower. That was until Jake stepped into the shower with you, closing the door behind him as he stepped towards you.

"What are you doing in here?" you asked him, eyeing the smile that lingered on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his very prominent front. "Just missed you," he mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

You returned the kiss before pulling back and giving him a look.

"I know that look, Jacob," you began, placing your hands on either side of his arms, running them up and down as the water washed over the both of you. "What are you really doing in here?"

He gave you a shy smile, dipping his face into your neck as he mumbled a response.

"What?"

You felt him kissing on your neck, nipping lightly at the skin.

"I said," he spoke, pulling back to meet your eyes. "I read that having sex helps with period cramps."

"Oh,"

Oh.

He blushed under your gaze, and normally you would've teased him but you were more focused on the heat that was making itself known between your legs.

"Is that so?" you whispered, toying with the hair behind his neck.

He nodded his head yes, pulling you closer and under the water. He pressed you tightly against his body, his hands wandering all over your backside as you slipped into a sloppy mess of kisses that mainly consisted of tongue.

You felt your body growing hot, so incredibly hot and it wasn't just from the warmth of the water. You moaned as he released your lips, biting at them before trailing kisses down your neck once more. Your breathing became heavy as he got down on his knees in front of you, eye level with your hard nipples, and you watched as he latched his lips onto one, toying the other with his fingers. You were dripping with excitement, you could feel it despite the water coming from the shower and he hadn't even done anything yet.

Moan after moan slipped past your lips as he continued his assault on your breasts, nipping and squeezing just the way you liked. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him back up to your lips. It probably wasn't the smartest idea trying to walk with your eyes closed in the shower especially given the circumstances, but you somehow managed not to fall as you pushed Jake down onto the bench in the shower, right bellow the shower head. You thanked whoever and whatever came up with the idea of putting a bench in the shower as you took your place in his lap, pressing your lips against his one more. You felt one of his hands reach behind you and grip your ass, keeping you in place while the other one went who knows where. The realization of where it went hit you as you felt the warm shower water hit your back as it ran down and disappeared in between your bodies. He had adjusted the shower head to hit the both of you.

Your hands trailed all over his body, teasing his hard cock by dancing your fingers around it, barely touching but never quite grabbing hold. His other hand met the spare spot on your ass, pulling back to deliver a hard smack at your teasing before he pulled you closer until you were flush against him. Your throbbing core rubbed up on him, and you were thankful for the water as it washed away any signs of your period. You were a panting mess as you nipped and sucked on his neck, moaning when he pushed you down onto him as he guided your hips to grind down on him.

"Fuck," you hissed, soaking in the feeling of a sting as another slap was delivered to your ass. "Did you- fuck, did you bring a condom?"

A nod of his head was all you needed as you practically begged him to slip it on so you could take your seat on your throne. You kissed him like your life depended on it as he blindly reached for the condom wherever he had put it, slipping it on once he found it.

You felt your pussy throbbing, you were so unbelievably turned on and your period hormones amplified the feeling by a thousand. You let out a string of whines as he teased you with the head of his cock, rubbing it through your folds and over your entrance but never pushing in.

"Jakey," you whined. "Please, baby."

He shushed you, wrapping one arm around your waist as the other held his hard cock, continuing his teasing.

"There's no need to beg, pretty girl." he spoke, his voice coming out much lower and raspier than before. "I'm gonna give you what you need." he promised, teasing his tip at your entrance. "I'll take care of you."

A small yelp left your lips followed by a loud moan as he slipped in without warning. You loved how full he made you feel, it always lingered even after he finished ravishing you. You grinded your hips onto him, feeling his cock moving inside of you.

"I want you to fuck yourself on it," he spoke, wrapping his hand around your throat as he pulled you down, his lips instantly going to your ear. "Fuck yourself on my cock, take whatever you need to make that pussy feel better."

You moaned at his words, and you immediately secured your knees on the bench next to him as you started bouncing up and down on his lap. All sorts of moans and whines left your lips, his own moans falling into the mix. You were a mess above him though you had only just started, but your period had you feeling all sorts of sensitive all over your body.

"How does it feel, hmm?"

You moaned, bouncing yourself a little harder. You loved when he talked to you while he was buried deep inside of you, he was like a whole other person. Outside of your pussy he was sexy, yeah and he was nice and soft and mushy, but when he was deep inside of you with his balls constantly slapping against your ass he turned into the dirtiest version of himself and you loved every single second of it.

A slap on your ass brought you out of your thoughts, and you felt your pussy throb at the feeling.

"I asked you a question." he demanded.

You slowed your movements, not being able to do both as you spoke.

"It feels so good, baby." you said into his ear. "So, so good."

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady for a moment before raising you slightly, only to slam you back down.

"Fuck!"

Your eyes were squeezed shut as he delivered blow after blow, showing no mercy as he repeated his actions. Your legs trembled beneath you, and you were glad you had him to rely on as you could barely hold yourself up.

"What was it that you said? How did it feel?"

You knew what he was doing, and you wanted to give him what he wanted but he just felt so good, slipping in and out of you with ease. You loved how vocal he was in bed, but he also expected the same from you. Normally you were better at it, but right now you were putty in his lap and he knew it, which is why he continued to press for you to speak.

"F-fuck," you stuttered. "Your cock feels so good, so fucking good Jakey oh my G-"

He cut you off with a hard thrust into you. He loved how he could make you turn into a puddle of mush just with his cock.

"Yes!" you cried, pushing on his shoulder to meet him halfway as he thrusted in to you. "Fuck yes, right there."

He fucked up into you as hard as he could from the position he was in, and you dug your nails into his shoulders as he did so. He knew just how to please you, he knew just where you liked him to touch, so when his tip brushed against that bundle of nerves deep inside of you, you lost it.

"Oh my god don't stop," you begged. "Please don't stop,"

A string of 'please' continuously left your lips, your throat becoming sore at all of the vocalization. His hand delivered another slap to your ass, and he all but growled as he fucked you harder, if even possible.

You felt the heat building in your stomach, though you didn't want it to end. It grew stronger and stronger and you tried to hold it but you couldn't. You pushed your hand in between your bodies, reaching for your clit to encourage your orgasm.

"You gonna cum?" he asked, but he knew the answer.

By the way his moans were becoming more consistent you knew he felt your pussy tightening around him, bringing him closer to his own release.

"Are you gonna cum on my cock?"

All you could do was let out a pathetic whimper as you nodded.

"Use your words, princess. Tell me where you're gonna cum."

You picked up the pace on your clit, your forehead coming down to rest on his shoulder as you moaned.

"I'm gonna cum all over your cock," you repeated. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, baby."

He let out a mixture of a moan and a growl as he picked up his pace.

"Fuck yeah you are, you're gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

You felt your body begin to shake even more as you felt your release getting closer.

"Baby," you panted. "Jake I'm gonna-"

"Cum, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my cock."

That's all it took for you to reach your release, your moans echoing through the bathroom as they bounced along the walls. You were so entranced by your orgasm that you almost missed the 'fuck!' coming from Jake as he spilled himself inside of you. He continued to fuck into you as you both rode out your orgasms, eventually stopping all movements once it became too much.

You slumped over his shoulder, clinging onto him to not fall off of his lap. You felt incredibly drained in the best way possible.

Jake took a hold of your hips, lifting you up to pull out his now soft dick from inside of you before he let you back down to rest on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you shared a mixture of 'I love yous'. He placed a kiss on your lips, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as he spoke.

"How's that for pain remedy?"

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[itsdannysworld]

Southern Heat

i wrote this two months ago while stoned out of my mind soooooooo haha have fun reading :)  (tbh its just a rough draft, i promise not all of these will be shitty)

summary; you and jake have a wholesome friends to lovers moment  content warnings: a lil alcohol use but not too much. just a tiny lil bit. cursing? idk idk is that an important cw? oh yeah a kiss or two

Hey y/n, when are you gonna get here? Nashvilles boring without our sunshine

You picked up your phone after hearing it buzz, the message being from Josh. Your best friend who happens to be a famous singer for a famous band that is currently touring. You’ve known him and his brothers (including Danny) ever since they made the big move to Nashville. It all started at a small coffee shop around the corner from your apartment. You had just set down all your stuff after picking up your order from the counter, when the group came in. They just had a vibe about them, one that you were intoxicated by. You watched them on and off as they bought their respective drinks and settled into one of the big couches. Before you knew what you were doing you shut your laptop and walked over to them, it was a rare moment of confidence but once they realized you were coming over to them you knew you couldn’t turn back.  “I just wanted to say y’all have cool vibes, and nice peace sign necklace, I have one just like it.” You said pointing to who you now know as Danny. “Well thank you for the wonderful compliment of our vibes!” The one with the curly hair said dramatically, just before the one with dark hair could respond.  His smile was infectious, something that could easily light up a room.  “You are very welcome!” You said with an equally dramatic tone. Turning to walk away you hear a “Hey, wait! You should come sit with us, we’re not too familiar with the city.” The one with long hair said. He looked almost identical to the one with curly hair. “Oh uh, sure! Gimme a sec,” you went to grab your things, quickly running through every possible scenario of what could happen in your head. What’s the worst that could happen? Making that decision to sit with them was the best decision you had made in awhile, you all became fast friends and you were more than happy to support them in their musical endeavors. You got especially close with Josh and spent most of your time with him, you started to consider him your platonic soulmate. However, being close with him allowed him to find out a huge secret of yours, that you liked his brother. “No fucking way, you like Sam?” He said drunkenly. We went through a whole bottle of wine and he was obviously feeling it. “No dingus, I like Jake.” You blushed putting your hands to your face. The shock on his face freaked you out, but the shock was quickly replaced with one of his signature smiles. “You need to tell him! He’s been crushing on you since forever. It’s getting annoying for everyone to deal with.” You rolled your eyes at the comment.  “I don’t believe you, at all.”  “Too bad, guess you’ll never have Jakey boy”

You read Josh’s text and quickly responded telling him you’d be over in a minute. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were practically shitting yourself at the thought of seeing Jake. You quickly finished putting all of your jewelry on and saying goodbye to Bonnie, the small dog you had rescued from the shelter last July. Jake was there with you, and it was the last time you had seen him in person. Y’all tried to keep in touch but between his touring schedule and your work schedule, you haven’t talked to him in a few weeks. You walked out the door and quickly started up your car, heading towards their house. You plugged your phone into the aux cable and shuffled your playlist, a mix of Orville Peck and Arctic Monkeys playing through your speakers. You tried to mentally prepare yourself to see them, but seeing as the drive to their house from your apartment was 10 minutes, you didn’t have enough time to get rid of all the anxiety that plagued you. You pulled into their driveway and instantly all of the memories y’all had shared together came flooding back. Danny driving you home from a drunken night at their house, Josh and you having deep talks on the porch at 1am, Sam and you hotboxing your car, and finally Jake and you going to the store to buy god knows what. You were blasting music and had all the windows down, the thick southern heat swarming around you. That night was when you knew deep down that you were in love with him.  You got out of the car and knocked on the door, excited yet nervous to see everyone behind it. “Y/n! It’s so good to see you.” Josh wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and swinging you around a little. “I missed you too Josh” You said with a laugh. You walked further in the house and quickly hugged everyone. Their hugs were top-tier, something you definitely missed when they went on tour. It was finally Jake’s turn to hug you, and it was the warmest one of them all. “I missed you y/n, I’m sorry for not texting you more.” “I missed you too Jake, and truly don’t worry about it, I understand your busy rockstar schedule.” You said as you roll your eyes, faking annoyance. “You know, if I had the chance to talk to you all day while I was on tour, I would’ve taken it.” What he said took you by surprise, was he trying to be romantic or was it fully platonic? You struggled to find words, but finally landed on “I would have come if you had asked.” Finally you looked around the two of you, realizing that everyone has migrated to the kitchen. He must’ve noticed too as he motioned for you to go in front of him towards everyone. When you walked into the kitchen everyone was standing around the island talking. There were a couple more people there, mainly friends with some family mixed in. You went with Jake towards the fridge knowing they would probably have some cheap beer, you weren’t in the mood for anything stronger. “So, how’s it been while touring?” You said as he handed you beer. “It’s been good, it’s kind of weird coming back and not having much to do. It’s good seeing everyone here though, I missed being around people that aren’t my brothers or the crew.” You nodded. While he was talking y’all had ended up sitting on the porch. He started to share stories about the tour, most of which seemed unbelievable. After talking for a few hours (and many drinks later) the conversation had taken a turn towards relationships.  “There’s no way you didn’t find anyone while on tour? You went all over the world! Plus you’re a rockstar, so it’s probably easy for you to get a girl.”  “Nope, didn’t want any of them. Don’t get me wrong, there were many girls that wanted me, but none caught my eye” He said with a cocky grin. “You seeing anyone?” You shook your head no. You didn’t want to see anyone unless they were him, but there was no way that was going to happen. “Why not?” “None caught my eye I guess.” You said repeating what he said earlier.  “I guess there is one person who I kind of think is cool. In a relationship way.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before thinking about them. You had many worries about how this could play out, but alcohol is considered liquid courage for a reason. “Really? Well now you gotta tell me.” You froze, you knew he was going to ask it, but the small amount of confidence you had faded quickly, and you suddenly realized the full consequences that could come with this. He may never want to be friends again. He may feel the same. Our friendship may be awkward because of this. Will I lose everyone if he rejects me? “Well don’t pussy out on me now Y/n” He said with a laugh. “Nevermind, they don’t matter.” “You don’t get to back out that easily. Tell me who it is?” The s in “is” was drawn out. You shook your head. “C’mon y/n! You can’t just not tell me now. I’ll tell you who I like!”  “Deal, but close your eyes.” He looked at you weird but then agreed, shutting his eyes.  “I’m so sorry if I ruin things by doing this.” You said as you leaned in and gently pecked his lips. His eyes shot open and you immediately push yourself back, saying as many apologies as you could. He pulled you back in and gave you a much more passionate kiss, one that was much needed. Your worries faded away. When y’all finally separated you heard whoops and hollers from the kitchen. Your face flushed pink but despite the audience you went back for one more kiss.

I’m glad I didn’t pussy out 

[obetrolncocktails]

Oml imagine doing that thing with Josh where you're hella pregnant and he stands behind you to lift of your pregnant belly. You know he'd do that any time you asked no matter when and where. He'd also be the type to help rearrange any and all pillows on the bed to make sure you're comfortable while resting 😭

OKAY YES! ANDDDDD

He would kiss the hollow of your neck while he does it whispering "Doesn't that feel better, mama?"

He would be the type to rearrange pillows, lay out sleep clothes for you, draw baths, cook meals...but he'd also be super into giving massages with essential oils.

[graygvf]

You’re The One

Part Thirteen

Paring: Josh x Sage (Female OC)

Word Count: 2.6K Words in this chapter

Summary: Sage is trying to adjust to her new life in Frankenmuth by auditioning for the school play. But will her past hinder her from reaching for her dreams? Or will Josh be there to lend a helping hand?

Warnings: None for this chapter

Moodboard created by @parizonefourfour​ (Thank you for being the best editor <3)

MASTERPOST

PLAYLIST

A couple weeks had passed since that first rehearsal with Josh and his brothers. Many nights of laughs and music filled my nights, and eventually I was able to get Cora to come along with me. This night in particular was very exciting for the both of us. Tonight we’d get to see the boys play live for the first time. The day had been filled with helping the boys pack everything into the van for the drive out to Saginaw. 

 “I can’t believe we’re groupies for a band.” Cora huffs out as we both struggle to push Sam’s keyboard case into the back of the small white van. 

 “We aren't groupies,” I wheeze out, giving one final push to the case as it slides into the van. “We’re just friends helping out.” 

 She smirks, leaning her body against the open door behind her, “I think one of us is a little bit more than a friend.” Rolling my eyes, I give her a small shove. I knew she wasn't wrong but it was still weird to say that Josh and I were anything other than friends. I mean yeah, we would go out and we spent a lot of time together, but we’ve never officially put a label on things. And I’m comfortable with what we are now, so why change anything? I mean, it was weird. I wouldn't say no to being Josh’s girlfriend, but if he wasn’t ready to ask, I wasn't going to push him. 

 “It’s not like I’m the only one here with some feelings.” I say, flashing my eyes between Cora and Jake, who had started walking up the driveway with one of his guitar cases. Cora’s face drained of color as she turns around quickly to see if he was close enough to hear.  

 “Shut it Sage.” I laugh and start walking back towards the house, raising my hands up in surrender. 

 “I didn’t say anything.” It was honestly adorable to see Cora get flustered over a boy. Normally she had all the confidence in the world, but with Jake it was different. Maybe it was the amount of confidence he also exuded that made her shy. Or maybe there was just something a little more special to him than any other guy. Cora and Jake had been getting really friendly over the last few weeks of spending time at the Kiszka residence. Even though they weren't as obvious with their feelings as Josh and I were, I could see the brewing romance starting from the first night Cora came over with me. I could tell by the way she smiled and laughed at all of Jakes goofy impressions, and how she was suddenly interested in all of the same music as him. One night, on our ride home, I told her to cut the act and just go for it, but for once in her life, Cora was unable to speak. 

 As I made my way up-to the garage, I see Josh pointing at different things for Danny to grab before we all stuffed ourselves into the van to head to the bar. He didn’t seem to notice me walk up at first, his eyes watching carefully to make sure Danny had grabbed everything he asked him to. 

 “Anything else I can grab for you?” I say as I wrap my arm loosely around Josh’s waist. 

 His brain was busy, his eyes double checking every inch of the garage to make sure they didn't forget anything, “I think we have it all…” His arm wraps around my shoulder without thinking, an automatic movement, like we had been doing this for years. He finally takes a second to look down at me, and I can see that he's trying his best to make this night go perfectly. “Thank you so much for helping us. You really didn’t have to.” I smile up at him, tightening my grip into a hug against his body. 

 “I'd do anything to help you guys, I am your little groupie for the night.” I laugh sarcastically, thinking about how Cora’s eyes would roll if she heard me call myself a groupie, and reach up to pinch his cheek lovingly. His laugh engulfed mine as he kissed the top of my head. 

 “Well if that’s the case, maybe there is a few more things I could get help with.” Josh’s hand reaches down to my cheek, pulling my face closer to his. Just as his lips brush mine, a yell coming from the door into the main house makes us jump apart. 

 “EW. GROSS. STOP IT.” Sam’s long legs burst into the room, a cheeky smile splashed across his face. “Look. Sage you’re great, but I need you to stop making Josh be all gushy. I can’t stand all this romance in the air.” As Sam walks by, Josh smacks his little brother on the back of the head. Sam laughs and flashes a middle finger at Josh as he continues his walk towards the van, hopping in and climbing to the back seat where Danny was waiting for him. 

 Laughing I grab Josh’s hand and start pulling him towards the car, “I think that’s our queue, Romeo.” Keeping up with me, he tightens his grip on my hand. 

 “I think so Juliet.” 

 We make it to the side door of the van, where Cora and Jake had been practically huddling together and talking. When they see us walk up, Jake jumps into the middle row, tapping on the seat next to him, his eyes locked onto Cora’s. I give Cora a knowing look as she hops into the van, making sure to keep some space between herself and Jake. Josh waves his hand dramatically, letting me into the van before himself. Using his arm as support I clumsily climb into the open row towards the front of the van, Josh quickly sliding in behind me. 

 “Alright. Music roulette. Who’s going first?” Sammy yells from the backseat, waving his phone tauntingly in the air as he speaks. 

 “Music roulette?” I say, looking up at Josh.

 Jake laughs, “We pass around a phone and everyone picks one song. We decide if his garbage or not and if it’s good you can keep picking, if it’s bad, you’re banned from picking music for the rest of this trip.” Cora and I both laugh. The thought of the boys picking music and roasting each other on the choices made has to be great. 

 “Now who loses this game the most?” I say to Sam. 

 “Your lover boy up there definitely has the biggest losing streak out of all of us.” 

 “Hey! It’s not my fault that you guys don’t have taste!” Josh snaps back at Sam. 

 “Well I guess some of us are just not as cultured as you Joshy.” Jake says back to him, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “I think we should let our lovely guests go first Sammy, see if they have what it takes to keep up with us.” Jake quickly takes Sam’s phone from his hand and hands it over to Cora, who face looks both terrified and excited at the same time. Cora has great taste in music, but the idea of being taunted by it is enough to make either of us nervous. 

 I see her type something quickly into the phone, adding it to the queue, before handing the phone over to me. It takes me a second to decide on what song to pick, but I type it in quickly before handing the device over to Josh. He seems to have this planned out already because its only seconds before he hands the phone off to Jake. 

 “What did you pick?” Josh whispers over to me, and I grin at him with a sarcastic smile. 

 ‘Thats for me to know and for you to find out.” Josh wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into the small space that was still in between us. 

 “Alright, you have all chosen. Let’s see how this goes.” Sam dramatically presses play on the queue and the opening chords to ‘Fire Walk With Me’ by the Black Keys fills up all of the empty space in the van. I look back to see the reaction of the boys, all giving reassuring nods and smiles to the beginning of the playlist. 

 Jake leans into Cora and whispers so quietly that I’m only barely able to make out the words. “That’s my girl.” Cora giggles and flushes an even brighter pink. I give her a wink before looking back over to Josh, who’s eyes have been burning a hole into my cheek this entire time. 

 “Whatcha looking at Joshy.” I playfully say to him. 

 Josh’s face flushes a soft pink, a sweet smile appears on his lips, “I’m just really excited that you’re coming out tonight.” 

 I smile and reach over, grabbing the hand he didn't already have wrapped around me. “It’s gonna be a great night, all of you are going to be amazing. I know it.” 

 We look at each other, the music playing from the car’s radio staring to quiet down as it fades into the next song. The opening piano of John Denver’s ‘For You’ starts to play and I cant help but look away from Josh. Staring out the car window I listen to John’s tender voice swell and the lyrics fill with me emotion. It hadn't taken long for this to become Josh and I’s song. It’s cheesy, I know. But there was something about this one that makes me think of him every time I hear it. It’s only a few seconds into the song when I notice that the rest of the van had fallen silent. I look back to see everyone staring up at Josh and I, and I instantly become nervous. I knew it was slightly a risk to play something this sappy in front of all of them, but music was the best way for me to communicate my feelings to Josh. And I knew that if I played it, that he would know how I was feeling in that moment. It was like our own secret language that only he and I understood. 

 “I’m giving this one to you Sage. But it’s your only warning. The only reason you aren't booted its because anything by Mr. Denver is a classic.” Sammy says from the backseat. I see Danny shove him with his shoulder before I turn my head back towards the window. 

 Watching the fast moving trees go past. Josh’s arms pulls around my waist, him letting me lean against him as we both start to watch all of the orange trees fly by us. 

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Cora and I sat at a table close to the stage as the boys out the finishing touches on all of their equipment. The bar was what you would expect of it. Old, dimly lit, a little sticky, but it was packed. The boys had gained a following of locals at this bar, mainly a bunch of old men who were living their rockstar dreams through the music the guys played. 

“I’m really excited for tonight.” Cora’s voice made my ears perk up, looking over at her I see her eyes aren’t looking at mine, but looking up to Jake, who was messing with some of the strings on his guitar. 

“I think you’re just excited to spend a little more time with Jake.” I tease, sipping a drink of my water as my eyes leave Cora’s face and look up at Josh. He was busy messing with one of the thousands of wires and chords they boys had connected to their amps. 

“I really like him, Sage.” Our eyes stayed glued on the Kiszka twins, both in their element. Their smiles and laughs radiating a warm and exciting energy into the crowd. 

“I know what you mean.” As soon as the words leave my lips Josh’s eyes meet mine, he blows me a kiss from his spot on the stage. I reach out and grab the invisible kiss, sticking it into my pocket. Josh’s cheeks flush pink before looking back down at the chords and plugging his mic into the one he had been searching for. 

After a few more minutes of the boys fiddling around, Josh made his way up to his microphone, his front man persona taking over his entire personality. 

“Well good evening Saginaw, we’re Greta Van Fleet. Let’s have a great night!” As soon as Josh’s words, well more like screams were finished the thunderous sound of Jake’s guitar made everyone stand on their feet. Cora and I joined the crowd in singing and dancing along to all of the classic rock songs the boys knew like the back of their hands. 

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Josh ran up to me as soon as the boys finished the first half of their set. Spinning me in the air as he caught me in a tight embrace. “How are you guys enjoying it? Are we doing okay?” Josh looked between Cora and I, his eyes eager and excited. 

“You guys are even better here than I’ve heard in any rehearsal.” Cora beamed at him, “I wish you had invited us sooner!” 

“Well we need to live in the now. And right now Cora, this is the now.” Jakes words came up from behind the group of us, his arm draping around Cora’s waist as he spoke. The adrenaline obviously giving Jake the boost of confidence he needed to be able to start to claim Cora as his for the night. 

We spent the few minutes they had on break talking about the past hour of music the boys had played. Cora gushing over every one of Jakes guitar solos, and Josh making fun of any little mishap that we never noticed through the whole set. 

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The rest of the night flew by so quickly, that I was disappointed by the time the boys had finished packing up the van to head back to Frankenmuth. Josh and I were the first to get into the car, trying to find a little time to get to be alone. 

“Sage thank you for coming out here with us. It really means more to me than you know.” Josh pulled me close to him on the small seat we were sharing in the van. 

“Anything for you Josh.” I could feel his body relax against mine, his skin still damp with sweat. His lips found the top on my head, taking in a deep breath before he could pull away. 

The comfortable silence we sat in led me back into the thought that Cora had mentioned earlier in the day. We both cared for each other so much, but what were we? Friends? A couple? Some weird space in between? The thoughts start to consume my being, causing me to shift, unable to sit comfortably. 

“What’s wrong?” Josh’s eyes look down at me, the once excited boy looking like a lost puppy. 

“Josh… what are we?” His face shifts through several emotions, obviously deep in thought at the abruptness of my question. “I mean… we’ve been spending a lot of time together. Basically everyday. And I think its obvious that I care for you a lot and I-” Josh’s lips cut me off before I can continue my spiral. His kiss deep and passionate, his hands pulling my face close to his, making me unable to break free. 

When he finally pulls away, he keeps his forehead attached to mine. Closing his eyes and trying to take deep breaths. “Sage. What do you think we are?” His eyes remained closed and I try and reach for my words. 

“I know what I want us to be.” Unable to speak above a whisper. 

“And what his that?” 

“I want to be yours Josh.” My words come out shaking, unsure of what his response will be. 

“You are mine Sage. All mine.” 

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[voidmutt]

i’m sick and sad and watching this on repeat today and wanted to share just in case someone else needs a little sun today too

[barricadebabe]

Greta Van Fleet - Kalamazoo

Welcome to the first ever Barricade Babe concert review. 🍒This week I wrote about the first concert I attended this year! On March 10th, I attended Greta Van Fleet in my hometown Kalamazoo Michigan. Tickets for this show ranged from $70-$100+ depending on where your ticket was purchased from. I bought my ticket during Greta’s Pre-Sale with a code emailed to me for being a part of the Peaceful Army. You can typically join bands/artists fan groups by signing up through email, where you receive special offers and announcements earlier than the normal public.

The Outfit

Picking out an outfit for a show has to be one of my favorite but also most difficult things about the concert experience. It is a way for every individual to be able to express who they are in a very safe, loving and positive environment. It’s an opportunity for people to dress up and feel confident about something that is very important to them. I can feel & see the time and love people put into curating their outfits especially for a GVF show. For this show, I was given an amazing pair of butterfly bell bottoms pants from Free People for Christmas. There was a lot of blue, pinks, reds, oranges and creams in my pants so I went with a blue silk top to make the blue butterflies really stand out! I am notorious for always wearing my Sinclair zip up Doc Martens, which are comfy and go with almost everything. Lastly, I had a last minute idea of making a DIY cowboy hat that I wrote “ DO IT JAKEY” on the front and bedazzled little strings around the brim of the hat. This small little DIY project happened to set the trajectory for bedazzled, funny sayings, cowboy hats for the remaining DIG shows.

Pre-Show: “The Battle at the Grassy Knoll”

My friend and I showed up to camp out the day of the show at around 8:30 am. The venue, The Wings Event Center in Kalamazoo was not allowing on site camping until 10am the day of. Now my friend and I went and had breakfast around 9am because there was no organized “fan line” that would give people the opportunity to line up on property at 10am. Due to the fact there was no established line or system of how the fans would line up at the doors, this created the Battle at the Grassy Knoll as the fans would like to call it. I think this was a little unfair to the fans who had been waiting across the street from the venue longer than others. But when people started arriving we were all patiently waiting for security to give us better direction. He kept referring to the little curb before the parking lot as the “Grassy Knoll” and at 10am people started “walking” aka RUNNING to one of the two doors they were letting people in through.

Now this is where things became a little unfair due to the fact if someone was a quicker runner then others they would hold the spot for themselves and 10+ other people. We were able to secure a spot and basically just ended up sitting on the ground on blankets until the venue opened doors. The whole experience waiting all day was probably one of my most memorable experiences. I met some of my best friends in the whole world in this line and continued to go to many other shows with them. Believe it or not the March Michigan weather was nice enough to us, it was sunny and warm enough people were comfortable waiting throughout the whole day. (Even though when the concert was over at 11pm it was full blown blizzarding outside). The venue was not organized in the sense of people getting to their spots in line. But this venue did do security/tickets very smoothly and the way most fans would prefer. Only four security checkpoints when you entered the doors and your ticket was immediately scanned after, then you were in the venue where you could walk onto the floor. There were two separate doors, one for Sammy’s side and Jake’s side (North and South doors). My friends and I were probably within the first 50 people on Sammy’s side and even though we did not get barricade we were directly in the second row.

The Merchandise

About an hour before the doors opened letting in people waiting for GA, Greta’s Merch team set up multiple tents outside the venue where people were able to purchase merchandise before going into the show. When you got inside the venue they also had multiple other tables where they were selling merch. Greta’s merch is very fun giving a wide range of t-shirts, sweatshirts and other items such as posters, necklaces and scarves. They were also selling the other performers merch. One thing we learned at the first DIG show was that GVF was selling not only tour posters but specific concert date posters designed by local artists. If you were not able to purchase one of these signed artists posters at the show, they released a link (12pm) the next day with 200 more signed artist posters. Also giving fans the option to buy a non-signed artist poster for a discounted price. I was able to get a tour poster and also a signed artist poster online the following day. If you wanted to meet the first opener The Velveteers after they performed, they tend to hangout at the Merch booths selling and meeting fans!

The Openers

Speaking of the openers! I LOVED the openers for the first leg of the DIG tour. The first openers are The Velveteers, they are a rock trio band from Boulder, CO! The band consists of guitarist/lead singer Demi Demitro, guitarist/drummer Johnny Fig and drummer Baby Pottersmith. It is extremely amazing and liberating to see a female lead singer and guitarist absolutely put on a breathtaking rock performance. Along with double drummers for a majority of their songs it is almost impossible to not love The Velveteers. They bring such a badass, confident, want to headband your hair off performance. My favorite song off their debut album is probably Motel #27 along with their most listened to song the Charmer and the Snake.

Secondly we have the band The Rival Sons. The Rival Sons formed in 2009 in Long Beach, California. They are joined by lead singer Jay Buchanan, lead guitarist Scott Holiday, bassist Dave Beste and drummer Michael Miley. They are also frequently joined by Todd Ögren keyboard player. Being raised by my rock father, I had heard of a handful of their music before seeing them open for Greta Van Fleet. After watching them perform live I became an avid fan and listener. My favorite song is Nobody Wants to Die which is their newest single released this past October. Scott Holiday is an amazing guitarist always showcasing his skills and large guitar collection throughout the set. Along with great vocals and overall great stage presence, always talking to the fans which I loved and I will continue to see this band in the future.

The Performance

It is no new information that Greta Van Fleet puts on an amazing show, but this show being the first show of the Dreams in Gold tour I had no idea what to expect having been to previous concerts in years past. I also knew the atmosphere was going to be a little different due to the increase of fans over the past couple months. Before the show, the crew puts up a big black curtain (which later debuts with symbols from their album The Battle at Gardens Gate) so they can change sets for Greta. Once the curtain drops, the stage is set up with futuristic almost apocalyptic and also heavenly structures paired with white equipment boxes, amazing panels of lights, a silver/white backdrop and a large white rug on the stage. The show also has pyrotechnics that increases and enhances the music and the overall performance.The band opened with the song Heat Above, which to my knowledge was the only show which opened with their first song on TBAGG. Opening with this song, truly made you feel like you were ascending into heaven and were about to commence on a musical journey with everyone in the arena.

Set List

Heat Above

Safari Song

Black Smoke Rising

Caravel

Age of Machine (Drum Solo)

Light My Love

Trip the Light Fantastic

The Weight of Dreams

Watching Over

Built by Nations

When the Curtain Falls

Encore

Age of Man

Highway Tune

My Way, Soon

During Safari Song, I compulsively decided to throw my bedazzled hat on stage to where Sam, the bassist of the group, decided to put it on and play the rest of the song as a cowboy. This is why I am now known as the cowboy hat girl and continue to make hats for the rest of the GVF shows I attend and throw them on stage for Sam.

This DIG show was a little different then the others regarding the set list, I think because it was the first show of the tour. They typically have a rotation of the same songs now, occasionally changing it up. Some of the songs they don’t play as often now in this tour include Trip the Light Fantastic, Watching Over and May Way, Soon. Personally, one of my favorite songs performed live is Light My Love along with The Weight of Dreams. Light My Love is one of my favorites live because not only is this song a fan favorite but the stage lights up in the most beautiful rainbow colors. I think this song is important to a lot of people and really brings together every soul in 4 minutes and 29 seconds. It’s almost impossible to put into words the whole show GVF puts on because every show I have been to has been extremely different even though they play very similar setlists. The boys tend to play different riffs, interlude songs and interact with the crowd differently at each show. The lead singer Josh always takes a shot with some of the people in the crowd and eventually (later on in the tour) starts to sit on security's shoulders to hand out white roses to fans.

The Atmosphere

I would rank it a 9/10 only because where I was standing in the crowd, I was standing on the “lip” of the barricade on the ground, my legs and knees were extremely sore the next day. As for the rest of my surroundings, I was surrounded by very nice and kind people. I made many friends with the people around me in GA and had great conversations about all things. The security from my experience was average and gave people water or provided aid when asked/needed. As for the Venue itself, Wings Event Center is a small local hockey arena that also hosts lots of other events. I think it was a perfectly sized venue for a concert of this size. Small enough as to where anywhere you are seated in the venue it feels intimate but big enough to host a larger group of people. I do wish the concourse was a little bit bigger only because trying to leave the venue took a little bit longer than normal because of the capacity of people trying to leave in a small hallway.

Post-Show

This show was one of my top 5 best concerts I have ever been to (right now). The venue was a great size, the show itself was life changing and it felt like such an intimate show. I believe that all of these factors mentioned above really make or break how you experience an event. Greta Van Fleet is one of my favorite artists and has been for years. Every time I see them no matter where I am in GA on the floor or even having seated tickets (in the past) they always put on a great memorable performance. I would recommend getting a chance to see them if you have not had the opportunity to do so yet. If you have not had a chance to see them and want to or just want to watch some cool videos, please indulge yourself in photos and pictures I took myself below. Until next time, see you at the barricade.

[jakesgibson]

Super random question: but judging by past shows, are the guys going on closer to 9pm or 8pm? If anyone wants to let me know I’d really appreciate it!

Sincerely,

A working girl trying to make it to Albany before GVF go on stage 😫😂

[aflame4goinghome]

Head First

j.m.k. x f.reader

part one

a/n: i had an idea for a little josh blurb inspired by this lizzie mcalpine song and i’ve decided to make it into a short series! friends to lovers josh is always my favorite, i hope you guys like it!! the next part will be current day...

summary: You and Josh grew up next door to each other, spending almost your entire life together. He was your closest friend, and that’s how it had always been. One summer, the two of you attend a music festival with your group of friends and a switch seems to flip for him that day, hurling you head first into a weekend of surprises. It feels as though everything has finally fallen into place, but young love is not always meant to last...

word count: 7.9k

warnings: this story contains smut! minors DNI!!! swearing, drinking, flirting, yearning, nicknames, sexually implicit language, heavy petting, kissing; SMUT: oral sex (f. and m. receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, Y'ALL), praise kink if you squint i guess, dirty talk, soft dom! josh, fluff at the end! aftercare always!

JULY 2019

“Guys, seriously, come on. We were supposed to leave over half an hour ago!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs. You get no response, so you scoff, storm up the steep stairs to the hallway, and look around for movement. You see the bathroom door cracked open and walk over to push it open, revealing Josh still fixing his curly hair in the mirror.

You roll your eyes and clear your throat to get his attention, causing him to look over at you. “Oh, hey honey,” he says, giving you a sheepish smile. “Josh, it’s almost 8:30! If we don’t leave now, then we won’t have any time to get ready before we have to go down to the festival! You can fix your hair more when we get to the hotel, please,” you plead, making a praying motion with your hands, and giving him the biggest puppy eyes you can manage.

“Yes yes, I know, I’m sorry. I’ll help you round up the rest of them, okay?” he says, taking one last look in the mirror before turning the light off and heading down to the other end of the hallway. Josh breaks off first to enter his room and find his equally tardy twin, who’s still asleep. You giggle as you hear him yell at his brother to wake up, followed by a loud startled scream from Jake.

You enter Sam’s room to find him lying on his bed scrolling through his phone while Daniel is playing the guitar lightly. “Hello? What are you two doing? Come on, get up, let’s go!” you scold them, making Sam jump out of his seat. Danny chuckles to himself as he gets up to put his guitar back in its case.

They gather their packed bags and file out of the room, heading down the stairs. As you return to the hallway, you see Josh and his seemingly exhausted twin exiting the room. Jake descends the stairs with a groan as Josh follows closely behind him, shooting you a wink before he disappears.

Finally, you all finish packing the car and can finally get on the road. The five of you were heading to the Cosmic Sound Festival down in Detroit, something you and Josh planned months ago. The drive was just under 2 hours, so you were still able to get to the hotel in time to change and get ready before you had to be at the grounds for the first set at 12, or so you hoped. You feel grateful that this break in their tour allowed for you all to go to the festival together, as the time you spent together these days was few and far between.

“I call shotgun!” you shout, hurrying to open the door before one of the others beats you to it. “Hey, that’s not fair, Smalls! You always get shotgun!” Sam yells from behind you.

You roll your eyes and turn around to face him. “Yeah, because why would I ever want to be crammed in the back with you idiots? No, thanks. I’m good up here with Josh,” you reply, sticking your nose up at him and smiling proudly before getting into the car and closing the door. Josh shrugs and laughs lightly before getting into the driver’s side, with the rest of the boys following suit and getting into their seats.

Josh turns the car on and rolls the windows down to feel the cool summer breeze. “Ready, Saph?” he says, turning his head to look at you with a wide, crooked smile. His nickname for you never fails to make you smile. He had that effect on you, as he did with a lot of people. He first gave you the nickname in the fourth grade, after you’d learned about different types of gemstones in science class.

The two of you were walking out of the classroom to go to lunch as you turned to look at Josh. “I think rose quartz might be my favorite. They’re so pretty. Which one was your favorite?” you asked. He thought about it for a moment and said, “Sapphire. They’re so blue, and they’re valuable. Pretty, too.” You nodded and smiled at him, then turned your attention back to walking to the lunchroom.

“You’re like a sapphire, you know,” he continued. You looked back up at him with a questioning look. He pointed and said, “Your eyes, they’re the bluest I’ve ever seen. And pretty. Like a sapphire.” You blushed and looked away, not really knowing what to say. “I think I’ll call you Sapphire,” he said. You looked back up at him and smiled timidly. “Okay.”

The nickname has stuck ever since, though it’s almost always shortened. But it’s just his, and that’s what makes it special. Josh was your best friend in the whole world, as well as your longest friend. The Kiszkas were your next-door neighbors your entire life, and you all became friends practically right away. Being the same age as the twins, your mother would bring you over to their house at a very young age, so the three of you grew up together.

Watching Sam grow up and meeting Danny was something you always felt very thankful for. You had the best group of friends that you could ever ask for, who loved and cared for you like you were their own flesh and blood. You also got to watch as the music they made in their garage late on school nights became something much more.

You spent endless nights lying on the battered old couch in the Kiszkas’ garage as the four of them played together. Jake had always played guitar for as long as you could remember and Josh always loved singing, performing in the school musicals with you every year.

But near the end of high school, you watched as Jake’s dream became their collective dream and they started playing gigs around town and in other close cities. Before you knew it, they would make music that would reach thousands of people and tour places all around the world.

Admittedly, you fear for the day that the band gets even bigger than it is now, knowing that they’ll have to leave you. Your whole life was here in Michigan, and you knew that one day their journey would take them much further than here. You help your father run his business in Frankenmuth now, an old music store, where you sell instruments and sometimes teach lessons when he’s busy. You were needed here, and you knew that the guys wouldn’t be able to stay here forever.

For now, their home was still in Michigan, despite their time being taken up by near-constant touring and writing new music. They were just gone for several months on tour and will be returning to touring at the beginning of fall, so now is the chance to spend time with them.

Josh knew how much you missed them when they were away, so he tried to fill up your time this summer with as many activities as possible. He was always thoughtful in the way he planned things, wanting to get the most out of any experience.

“Ready,” you reply with a smile, plugging your phone in to connect to the aux. You press shuffle on your road trip playlist and Got To Get You Into My Life by the Beatles comes on first. “Ah, perfect!” Josh says, smiling as he starts to sing along and drives out of their driveway, down a long winding road toward Detroit. The five of you spend the whole car ride singing along to your favorite songs, with Jake usually vocalizing every single guitar solo.

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Day One

You finally get to the hotel around 10:30, giving you all enough time to get ready before driving to the festival grounds. You got two rooms next to each other, putting Danny and Sam together in one and you and the twins in the other. The room had a pullout couch, which Jake promised he’d stay on since he “barely gets any sleep these days anyway,” and you know that he’ll be out much later than you and Josh will be. He always manages to go off on his own at these types of things.

You throw your things onto one of the beds and then turn to Josh. “Just let me have the bathroom for like twenty minutes and then it’s all yours, okay Diana Ross?” you say, referencing his long, poofy head of hair that goes almost down to his shoulders. He chuckles and flops down on his bed, putting his hands behind his head. “Okay, okay! Whatever, I’ll take some much-needed beauty rest in the meantime,” he says, shutting his eyes as you turn toward your bed, grab your makeup bag and outfit for the day, and then head into the bathroom.

Knowing how hot it was outside this weekend, you decide to wear a pair of short overalls with a burnt orange sports bra underneath to match your Converse of the same color. You pull your hair half up, putting that half-section of hair into a messy bun and pulling out some front pieces to frame your face.

With your hair done and out of your face, you just apply a base of makeup and use setting spray so that you don’t sweat it off. You place your aviator sunglasses on the top of your head and then exit the bathroom. “All yours,” you say, going to sit on the edge of your bed and plug your phone in to charge until it’s time to leave.

With your back turned, you can’t see the way that Josh is looking at you. As always, you were oblivious to it. He gets up from the bed and grabs his clothes, and as he walks over to the bathroom he turns around to look back at you.

You’re just sitting there, scrolling away on your phone, but he stands there for a moment to admire you; the way your eyelashes curl upward, the way your long hair lays down your back, the way the bare skin of your torso peaks through in your overalls. He sighs to himself quietly, then turns around and goes into the bathroom.

Jake didn’t need to use the bathroom, he was already dressed and ready to go in a short-sleeved button-down shirt (half-unbuttoned), jeans, and light brown Chelsea boots. You couldn’t imagine how that would be comfortable for a festival, but Jake’s fashion always eluded you.

Next thing you know, Josh emerges from the bathroom, hair all “fixed.” He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt with a burnt orange bandana, accidentally matching you, and some khaki shorts and white sneakers. You look up at him and smile, and he says, “Okay! Let’s rock and roll!”

The three of you go next door to collect Sam and Danny, who are thankfully ready to go. Sam pulled his long hair into a low bun and threw on a loose long-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled up paired with shorts, contrasting Danny in his band tee and skinny jeans, who has also pulled his hair back.

You all head down to the car and drive over to the festival, planning to try and get there early to watch Tame Impala’s set at 4 PM- Jake’s idea of course. The 1975 will go on at the same stage at 8 PM, which is what you’re looking forward to more. The main event, however, will be Hozier tomorrow night, which is something you’re all anticipating. You’ll also go to see Tyler Childers tomorrow afternoon before Hozier’s set, at Josh’s request.

Jake, Sam, and Danny want to be close to the front for Tame Impala’s set, so they rush to the front to save a spot while you and Josh go to find the alcohol. You walk ahead of Josh, trying to weave in and out of the crowd to find the booth, holding his hand tightly behind you to stay together. As always, with your back turned you can’t see the pink hue that has graced his cheeks at the feeling of your hand tight in his.

Finally, you approach the table and get in line. As Josh meets you at your side, he squeezes your hand tightly before dropping it and combing his fingers through his hair. Your face softens as you look at him for a moment before turning to look around you. The line isn’t too terribly long, luckily, since you both desired to be far more intoxicated.

“God, it’s hot, huh?” you say, reaching behind you to pull your hair off of your neck and wipe off the sweat. Josh nods and wipes some droplets of sweat off of his forehead. “Yeah, it’s not ideal, is it? We’ll make do though, I’m sure. We always do,” he says with a smile, always the optimist. You reach the front of the line shortly and order two Bud Lights, three black cherry White Claws, and five bottles of water, and then turn to head back to the main stage. They gave you bags, thank god, since you wouldn’t possibly be able to carry all of those drinks back by yourselves.

“Still feeling hot?” Josh asks with a smirk as he walks next to you with the bag of water bottles in his hand. You nod and before you can react, he giggles as he takes one of the bottles out of the bag and shoves it into your bare side, causing you to scream from the cold touch. You shove him away from you and yell, “Josh! What the hell is wrong with you? That was so cold!”

He’s cracking up as he comes back close to you and snakes his arm around you, pulling you into him. “Sorry, Saph. You said you were hot! A gentleman is meant to help a lady in need, is he not?” You roll your eyes and then lean into him. “You’re such an idiot,” you scoff. “Your idiot,” he replies with a smile.

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You finally make it back to the guys, who have found a spot a few rows back from the barricade. You hand everyone their drinks and point to Danny and Sam with a stern finger. “You’re both lucky I bought these for you. Behave yourselves, if you get caught I don’t want to go down with you,” you say as they both laugh and take a sip of their drinks.

You all hang out and listen to the set of one of the smaller artists who’s playing on the stage now, just vibing to the music. It didn’t matter if any of you knew who it was or what they were playing, it was just fun to be there together. You smiled and danced by yourself to the songs, in your own world. Josh is to your right, the two of you are standing just behind the others as you’d gotten there later. He looks over at you with a content smile as he watches you enjoy yourself, appreciating how lucky he feels to be there in that moment.

You feel his eyes on you this time, however. You turn your head to look at him and a smile grows across your face as you lock eyes with him. “What?” you ask, turning to face him. “Nothing, darling. Just you,” he answers, looking down at you. “Just me? What about me?”

He reaches down to brush some hair out of your face. “All of you. I just feel very grateful to be here with you, Saph.” Your cheeks flush as you look up at him with a shy smile. There’s some conflict in his eyes and you can tell that he wants to say more, but he doesn’t.

You reach up to wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a tight hug, breathing him in. You feel him sigh into your neck and put his arms around your waist as you squeeze him tightly and then pull away, his arms still around you. When you look up into his eyes at that moment, there’s a feeling there that you don’t recognize, a strong force pulling you toward him. You find yourself not wanting to let go, feeling this innate need to be close to him. It almost feels out of control. You’re not sure what triggered it or what you’re meant to do, but you plan to find out.

The set ends and people file out of the pit slowly. You have some time before the 1975’s set, and even though you don’t want to lose your spot, you need a break. Jake and Sam split off and say that they’re going to go to the Strokes set in an hour, so they head to another stage. Danny opts to stay for the 1975 set with you and Josh and says he’ll hold the spot if you and Josh take a break and go get food and water.

The two of you go to find a food truck to get something to eat, struggling to make your way through the crowd. As you approach the field where all the food trucks are, you look to your left and exclaim, “Oh my god, look! They have a big water sprinkler! C’mon Josh, let’s go let’s go!”

You grab his hand and pull him after you toward the sprinkler, where dozens of other people are cooling off in the cold water. You run under the water and turn around to face him, giggling and pulling him under with you. He smiles wide as the water hits his head, drenching his hair and causing it to lay long and flat on his shoulders. He shuts his eyes tight as it soaks him and his white shirt becomes completely damp, causing it to stick tight to his skin.

Your hair is wet and sticking to your cheeks and you know your overalls will be wet all night, considering jean materials never dry quickly, but you don’t care. The cool water feels so good on your skin after such a long day as you lean your head back and soak it all in.

You look over at Josh, smiling from ear to ear and you stop to admire how honestly beautiful he looks like this. He slicked his wet hair to lay down his back and you watch as little droplets of water drip onto his cheeks from his thick eyebrows. You can see hints of his abdominal muscles thanks to the tightness of his wet t-shirt and you’d be lying if you said that your eyes didn’t linger there.

You pull him into you, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your wet clothes are sticking tight to both of you- a slightly uncomfortable feeling but welcomed for the experience to cool down. “Your shirt is wet,” you state matter-of-factly, giggling as you pull back a bit to look at him. “Really? You’re kidding,” he laughs, reaching his hands down to swipe the wet hair off of your face.

You sigh and look up at him with a grin. “Hungry?” you ask. “Starved,” he says. He looks down at you for a moment, his eyes drift to your lips for a second and linger there before traveling up to meet your gaze, the look on his face much more serious than you were ever used to. You take a deep breath, the moment starting to feel a bit more intimate than you’d anticipated. “Let’s go get some walking tacos!” you say, leaving the sprinkler and heading toward the food trucks.

Josh sheds his shirt off as you walk, needed to squeeze the water out and let it dry in the sun for a bit. You’ve seen him shirtless your whole life, you should be used to it by now, but you have to admit that it felt different this time. You let yourself stare a bit too long at the way his wet chest shimmers in the light of the sun, realizing that you need to snap out of it and stop getting distracted.

You and Josh grab your walking tacos, saving one for Danny and grabbing a few more bottles of water, then start the trek back to the stage. You both decide to eat a bit as you walk, being so hungry that you can’t wait until you get back. As you walk, Josh drops a bit of ground beef onto his bare chest and you erupt into laughter.

“Here, let me get it,” you manage to get out through laughs. You both stop walking and you take a napkin out of the bag and then bring it to his chest. You wipe a bit from his chest and then notice a bit of sauce further down toward his belly button.

You reach down and wipe that as well, hearing his breath catch a bit at the feeling of your hand there. Your eyes shoot up to his face, which is now a light shade of pink. Your lips turn up slightly into a subtle smile and you say, “There. All better.” You take your hand away and watch him finally breathe out, then turn away and start walking again. Interesting.

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You reach Daniel back at your spot by the stage and hand him his food. “What happened to you guys? You’re soaking wet,” he asks. “We found a water sprinkler. Felt great,” you answer with a smile. He shrugs and starts eating his food and the three of you hang out until it’s time for the band to come on. Josh slips his shirt back on, which is now significantly less damp.

The 1975 comes on stage as the sun starts to go down, cooling the air down considerably. You’re having so much fun dancing around with your best friends and there’s truly nowhere else you’d rather be. You and Danny sing along to every song as Josh watches and dances along, not really knowing the songs but having fun, nonetheless.

The band closes out the set with your favorite song, Sex. You scream as the song starts and jump around with a wide smile on your face, taking Josh’s hand in yours. He jumps with you, watching you instead of the show as you jump around grinning ear to ear, singing along.

When they get to the third verse, however, Josh can’t take his eyes off of you. The way you’re dancing and singing to a song with these kinds of lyrics is doing something to him that he didn’t expect.

Now we're just outside of town,

And you're making your way down

And I'm not trying to stop you, love,

If we're gonna do anything, we might as well just fuck

You sing along to the song as you take his hands in yours and dance with him. His eyes are piercing through you as he studies you, but you don’t notice with all the excitement. As the chorus starts, he pulls you in and twirls you around, smiling down at you.

You sway with him as the chorus continues and the song ends, much closer than you’d expected to be with your chests touching. As the crowd erupts into applause, you find yourself getting lost in his eyes for a moment. He’s looking down at you, his breath a bit heavy from the dancing, trying to get a glimpse of what’s going on inside your mind.

Before you can say anything, Danny turns around to you guys and says “Well, time to go,” then starts heading toward the exit. You snap back into reality at that moment, releasing your hold on Josh and stepping back a bit, then following after Danny. Josh follows closely behind.

The three of you head back to the hotel after getting a text that Jake and Sam planned to go to a bar down the street from where you’re staying before returning. They say they’ll meet you at the hotel, so you leave without them. When you arrive, you split off from Daniel at his room and then you and Josh head into yours.

You go into the bathroom to put on a tank top and a pair of sweatshorts then wash your face and pull your hair back into a low ponytail. You open the bathroom door and see that Josh has already changed, having thrown on a pair of sweatpants and opting to go without a shirt. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, reading something on his phone, and looks up as he hears you come out.

He watches you as you walk toward your bed and sit down there across from him. He seems a bit deep in thought, his face not as lit up as usual. “Tired?” you ask, bringing your legs up onto the bed and leaning to your left arm onto the pillow. “Yeah, something like that,” he says, giving you a half smile. He goes to lie down but still faces your direction, and you do the same, just looking at him for a moment before finally speaking again.

“Hey, Josh?” you say, looking at him across the chasm between your beds.

“Yeah, Saph?” he answers.

“I miss you a lot when you’re gone.”

“I know, darling. We miss you too, always.”

“I mean just you. Not that I don’t miss the others too, but… You make everything better, Josh. Everything feels so much easier when you’re here,” you confess, meeting his gaze with a soft smile.

“Everything is easier with you there, too. It’s like you add air to my lungs. You walk into a room and it’s like a breath of fresh air,” he answers, smiling back at you.

Your face drops a little bit and you want to say more, but before you get the chance, you hear the door as Jake waltzes in, drunk off his ass. “Oh. You’re still up,” he slurs out, then flops down onto the bed he’s made on the couch.

Josh leans up to turn the lamp off and looks over at you. “Goodnight, honey,” he says, turning the switch. “Goodnight.”

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Day Two

The hotel alarm clock goes off at 9 AM, bright and early. You rub your eyes and sit up in your bed as you hear groans from the other side of the room. “Oi! Turn that shit off!” Jake hollers from the couch. You chuckle as you turn off the alarm and get up to start getting ready.

Josh is still sleeping peacefully, having not heard the alarm at all. He snores lightly as you walk over to his bed and bring your hand down to his head, brushing his hair back out of his face and then shaking his shoulder softly.

“Come on, honey. Time to get up,” you say as his eyes flutter open and land on you, causing him to give you a sleepy, toothless grin. “Morning, Saph,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he sits up in bed. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Long day ahead of us,” you reply, heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

You pull your hair back into a loose French braid down your back and then wash your face and apply some base makeup once again. You put on a small sky-blue cropped tank top and black biker shorts, then open the bathroom door and walk back into the room.

Considering you were spending the weekend with four men, you knew they wouldn’t be changing their outfits that much. Josh had subbed out his white t-shirt for a black one of the same kind, wearing similar-looking shorts. Jake wore a Guns n Roses t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a darker pair of jeans.

You sit down on the edge of your bed across from Josh and tie on your Converse. “I quite like how you styled your hair,” Josh says, looking over at you. “Beautiful.” You take your attention away from your shoes to look at him, trying to make sure you heard him right. He’s looking at you in such adoration, it’s hard for you to understand.

You smile shyly and blush a bit as your eyes lock with his before turning your attention back to your shoes. “Thank you, Josh…” you mumble, not sure how to react, especially with Jake in the room. His presence becomes especially apart when you hear him chuckle to himself behind you at his brother’s attempt at flattery. Josh scoffs and then stands up and walks toward the door. “Shall we?” he says, opening the door. The three of you file out and meet up with Sam and Danny and then go to the car once again.

When you arrive at the grounds, you all get drinks together and have a round or two before Tyler Childers’ set at 3 PM. You didn’t know much of his music, but Josh really liked him and you were tipsy enough not to worry about it too much. The five of you had a spot closer to the barricade this time since you’d gotten there early enough, so you had a great view of the stage.

Josh enjoyed the set, smiling and grooving to the music. The songs were folky and country, which made it quite easy to dance along and enjoy it. You watched Josh as he blissfully watched the show, unaware of how truly content he looked and how it made you feel. You couldn’t help but smile as you studied him, admiring how much kindness and beauty exuded from his soul.

You looked at how his curls looked as the summer breeze blew lightly. You watched how his eyes squinted as he smiled wider and sang along. You observed how his lips looked- full, pink, and warm. You admired his hands as they were wrapped around his torso, almost like he was hugging himself. You couldn’t look away even if you tried. He was an enigma.

There was a particular song at the end of the set that really sparked something in him, All Your’n. When it started, Josh took his gaze away from the performance to look at you with a grin. He wrapped his arm around you, his hand gripping your right shoulder softly as he leaned his head to the side on top of yours and sang along to the song.

So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out

I ain't lying

I'm all your'n and you're all mine

You smile as you dance with him to his favorite song. Seeing him happy was all you needed in the world, and you’d do anything to be the one contributing to it. Your face flushes as you feel him place a soft kiss on the top of your head and then nestle his head on your shoulder, swaying as the song comes to an end. At that moment, there was nowhere you’d rather be. You knew you’d do anything to experience this feeling every day, for the rest of your life.

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The five of you went to the other side of the grounds to eat a quick dinner before returning to your spot by the stage. As you ate, your mind was clouded with only thoughts of Josh and how different things felt. Of course, you’ve always felt a deep connection with him, a bond that could never be broken. You loved him, but the context of that love felt different now.

You’re unsure if it was the recent distance due to their tour or just that the two of you were growing up but after today, your love for him has seemed to turn into adoration. Being with him felt like a piece of you had been returned to you, as though you were only truly whole when he was by your side. His presence felt like breathing fresh air into your lungs after being submerged under water. You understand now what it means, and you think he does too.

Soon, it’s time to get back for Hozier’s set, what you’d all been waiting for. All of the guys were a fan of his, but none of them were nearly as big of a fan as you were. Every song felt like it reflected your soul and your heart in a way that no other music does.

The set begins and you know every song, of course. He plays all of his hits, one of your favorites being Jackie and Wilson. As he sings the song, you’re dancing around and pull Josh in to dance with you. You take his hands in yours and sway with him, jumping around with the largest grin imaginable spread across your face. He’s smiling back down at you and laughing as he lets you maneuver him in whatever way you want to. He even twirls you around a few times, making you giggle.

The mood switches as Hozier begins to play Work Song, which is one that has always resonated with you. You keep Josh’s hand in yours as you watch and sing along. You feel him give your hand a tight squeeze, causing you to look up at him. He gives you a closed-lip smile as he looks down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment.

There’s nothing sweeter than my baby

I’d never want from the cherry tree

‘Cause my baby’s sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin’ me

The other guys were standing in front of you and despite the crowd of people behind you, you suddenly felt alone there in that moment, eyes never straying from each other’s gaze. Your expression softens as you turn your body to face him and he wraps his arm around your waist and lowers his head to press his forehead to yours. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath as the song continues, swaying with him.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I’ll crawl home to her

You open your eyes and meet his, breathing heavily from the heat of the crowd as well as the tension. You start to overthink the entire situation but before you’re able to voice your thoughts, Josh finally brings his lips to yours. Your entire body relaxes in his arms as he pulls you closer to him. It feels as though he’s put the air back into your lungs, like you’ve been living your whole life without something that you know now that you could never live without.

You bring your hands up the back of his neck as you deepen the kiss. You grip his hair at the nape of his neck lightly, eliciting a quiet groan from Josh. He nips your bottom lip and you giggle as you finally pull away, his arms still holding you. It’s almost like the rest of the world disappeared in that moment, you heard the song playing on but you didn’t even notice.

The set ends and you quickly let go of each other before the others turn around to face you. Something you can’t hide, however, is the pink hue on both of your cheeks and swollen lips, which slightly gives you away.

“Ready to go? I could sleep for a day, it feels like,” Danny says, starting to head out toward the exit. You all start to walk out as Jake elbows his twin, chuckling and whispering, “Feeling okay there, brother? You’re looking a little… flushed.”

Josh rolls his eyes and walks a bit faster as he mutters, “Yes, Jake, I’m perfectly fine,” and takes your hand to drag you with him. You laugh as you follow closely behind him to the car and he drives the five of you back to the hotel for the night.

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You all arrive back at the hotel and as you get out of the car, Jake says, “You guys wanna go find somewhere to have a few pints?” Danny and Sam all answer in agreement, but Josh shakes his head. You look at him for a moment and meet his eyes. “Yeah, I think Josh and I might stay back, if that’s okay. It’s been a long couple of days,” you say, looking back at the guys with a shy smile.

Jake chuckles to himself. “Okay then, suit yourself. If you’re so tired, then I won’t come in late and wake you. I’ll stay with Sam and Daniel,” he answers with a wink to Josh. Damn these twins, you can’t get anything past them. Josh sighs and says okay before turning to head inside the hotel. You follow him up, beginning to feel a bit nervous.

Josh opens the door to your room and you both walk inside, closing the door behind you. When the door is finally shut, Josh turns around to face you. Before you can say anything, his lips find yours once again. You sigh into his mouth as he pushes you up against the door, his hands holding your waist tightly.

Your hands find their place around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his hands traveling from your waist to the swells of your ass. “Fuck,” you gasp under your breath, the feeling of his hands on you becoming almost too much to handle. That’s when he uses his grip to lift you and wrap your legs around his waist, bringing you over to your bed and laying you down.

He stands at the edge of the bed and removes his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift movement. You take that moment to remove your own, sitting up on your elbows for a moment as you take it off and then pull your sports bra over your head.

Josh looks down to admire you for a moment before leaning over you, still standing but kneeling one leg slightly on the bed. He pulls you in for a kiss with one hand cupping your cheek as he reaches the other down to grasp your breast, kneading it softly with his fingers and groaning quietly into your mouth.

“Saph, you are so beautiful. Sculpted by God himself,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. “Josh…” you start, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. “Shhh,” he whispers, bringing his finger to your lips. “We can discuss it later. Right now, I just need to feel you… gotta make sure that this isn’t some sort of dream.”

He leans back away from you to lower himself to the floor and then starts pulling down the waistband of your shorts. Leaning up on your elbows, you watch as he pulls your shorts down, agonizingly slow. He brings his hands down to pull them down over the curves of your ass when he notices that you’d opted to go without any underwear today. He kisses your inner thigh with a low moan and then looks up at you and says, “No panties? Dirty girl…”

He helps you out of your shorts the rest of the way then reaches up to grasp your ass cheeks, causing you to spread your legs for him. “So perfect,” he mutters, reaching one hand down to run his fingers through your folds. “Is this all for me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you with his eyes dark with lust.

“All for you, Josh. Only you,” you nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers right where you’ve longed for them to be. “Lucky me…” he whispers before lowering his mouth down to your aching core. He licks into you like a man starved, lapping up the wetness at your folds before wrapping his lips tightly around your clit, making you whine and lean your head back.

He inserts one finger inside you, causing you to moan again, and then removes his mouth from you to speak. “Look at me, baby. Wanna see how angelic you look when I bring you over the edge.” You look down at him and he curls his finger inside of you before adding another one. He attaches his lips back onto you, sucking lightly as he curls his fingers inside of you, eliciting all kinds of lude noises from your mouth, which was exactly what he wanted.

“God, Josh. Fuck, I’m so close,” you whine, gripping the comforter of the bed tightly as you continue to look down at him. “Give it to me, angel. Want it so bad, do it,” he says against your clit with a groan, quickening his movements. You finally feel the band snap inside you and call out his name as he works you through it, taking his mouth off of you and slowing his fingers inside of you.

He kisses your inner thigh again before bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your release off of them. “Mmm, fuck. You taste like heaven, my love. I fear I might get addicted,” he says, standing up to remove his shorts along with his boxers, stepping out of them, and then leaning back down to kiss you. He licks into your mouth and holds the back of your head steadily as you bring your hand down to stroke him lightly.

He groans against you and ruts his hips into your hand and you quicken your pace and then lean up to push him off of you. “My turn,” you say with a smirk, pushing him down onto the bed to lay with his head on the pillow. He looks up at you as the corners of his mouth turn into a smile and you crawl up toward him, taking his hardened length into your hand.

You bend down and swirl the tip with your tongue, then take it into your mouth. You work your mouth down onto it slowly until your nose touches the happy trail on his lower abdomen. You’re met with a long groan from Josh as he leans his head back onto the headboard with one of his hands gripping your hair lightly.

You continue to bob your head along his length, occasionally stopping to gag on it for a few moments at the hilt, causing him to sputter out various expletives. Before it gets too far, he goes to pull your head off of him with a groan. “Baby, if you keep going like that, I’m not gonna make it long enough to feel what this divine pussy feels like wrapped around me.” You blush at his direct language, something you’re still not used to hearing from him.

“You want me, Josh? Wanna feel me?” you tease, crawling up to straddle him, feeling his dick flush against your soaked folds. You reach down and put your hands around his neck, gripping his hair as you lean closer to him. “I need it, Saph. Haven’t been able to think about anything else all night besides how good it would feel to be inside you,” he whispers, holding your hips so tightly that you know it would leave a bruise.

You don’t need to hear anything else before you bring a hand down to grip his length and lift your hips to lower yourself down onto him. He grips your sides tighter as you make your way slowly to the hilt, adjusting to the size. He leans his head back with a groan as you finally lift your hips up and then back down.

He leans up to capture your lips with his and moans into your mouth as you grind repeatedly down onto him. “God, baby. Feels so good. So perfect for me,” he mutters, gripping you tightly as he starts to thrust up into you quickly, causing you to whine and try to steady yourself on the bed.

It feels unlike any other man you’ve ever been with. Not only do you feel safe and loved by someone you trust the most, but it feels like everything has finally fallen into place. The two of you were destined and your intimacy now only proves it further. You were meant to be his.

Josh flips you over onto your back and re-enters you, bringing his hand up to hold the back of your neck and kiss you passionately. His tongue slips past your lips as his other hand grips your hip and he thrusts into you, repeatedly hitting the same spot that drives you wild. “That’s it, honey, that’s it,” he whispers, bringing his hand from your hip to rub circles around your clit as he lowers his mouth to attach to one of your hardened nipples.

You moan at the overstimulating feeling of his mouth on you combined with his quick movements on your clit and throw your head back against the headboard. “Fuck, Josh, don’t stop I’m-” you mumble as he removes his mouth from you to interrupt you. “I know, baby, I’m right there with you. Let me have it.”

That’s all you need to hear before reaching your second orgasm, and Josh is not far behind you. He brings his mouth to yours as he finally releases inside of you, slowing his thrusts as he fucks it back into you until he stills his movements entirely. He brings his hand to caress your cheek and looks down at you with a wide smile, his cheeks flushed and rosy.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back, baby,” he says, pulling out of you slowly and then padding off toward the bathroom. He returns with a wet washcloth and a small cup of water, setting it down on the side table and then sitting down at the edge of the bed next to you. He cleans you up delicately, almost pampering you, and then reaches up to move some of your hair from in front of your eyes.

“So beautiful. I’m still not sure how I got so lucky,” he says, smiling down at you. You sit up a bit and kiss his lips sweetly, then lean your forehead against his. “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you too, my Sapphire. More than words, and you know I’m not usually speechless… You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he answers, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You both slip on some comfier clothes to sleep in, just in case Jake decides to come back in the morning. He then turns the lamp off then climbs into your bed with you, laying on his side to face you. You turn to face him as well, looking into his eyes silently for a moment.

“I’m not sure what I’d do without you, Josh. You’re my world, more than you know,” you admit.

“I know, my love. You’ll never have to find out. I’ll always be yours. Always,” he answers, bringing his hand down to stroke your hair affectionately. The two of you drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, where you were always meant to be.

Or so you thought. One can never predict where the road may take you… What seems to be love at one point can turn into nothing within a moment’s notice. Nothing lasts forever, despite all efforts to fight it. But love doesn’t always fade away entirely, does it?

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part two

[allthingsfook]

GVF as Summer Activities

Josh : lake day 🛶

Jake : hiking 🥾

Sam : gardening 🪴

Danny : fair date 🎡

This lovely idea comes from a submission from @writingcold Thank you!!!!

[twistedmelodies]

I'm sobbing

[andtherestishistory13]

TikTok user kay.hathaway_15 is killing me with Taylor Swift x Greta Van Fleet edits! How did y’all know I associated Josh with If This Was a Movie?!?

[gretavansteph]

only one | j.t.k

hey besties!! y’all it’s been a hot MINUTE 

I hope everyone’s been doing good, getting some good sleep and drinking lots of water! 

today’s post is brought to you by a conversation I had with a fellow grestie (shoutout grace ilysm 😚) and we were talking about Jake’s tummy and how we feel this is DEFINITELY something he would do with his partner so after I got done crying over the thought I wrote this and cried about THIS instead !

anyway I hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think !

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You felt your cheeks attempting to fight against you, against the smile that was once again taking over your lips for what must have been the millionth time tonight. You couldn't help it, watching your boyfriend up on stage as he belted out into his solos, giving his all each and every second since they had initially taken the stage that night - it was breathtaking. No matter how many times you watched them play, you continued to fall more and more in love every night. 

Especially with Jake.

Which brings you to now, standing in the wings on the right side of the stage, watching your man as he lifts his guitar up to his hip, hoisting it on there for support as his fingers all but shred the chords that hung on his guitar.

 "Do it, Jakey! Do it!"

The sound of Josh's encouragement only made the crowd grow louder, and you couldn't help but join them, jumping up and down screaming out praises towards your boyfriend as you danced along to their performance.

Finishing his solo he danced his way back to his spot away from the edge of the stage, turning to you momentarily as he pointed his guitar at you, shooting you a wink as he continued to play. Playfully rolling your eyes at him, the smile never left your lips as you blew him a kiss, to which he accepted with a simple nod and a smile, before he turned back to the crowd.

The rest of the show came and went, and your throat felt raw from all of the screaming you did, much like every other night. You were a fan before you were a girlfriend, and that wasn't going to stop just because you were dating one of them. You were their own personal groupie, and you made sure to always let them know how well they did no matter what.

 After show rituals always consisted of alcohol, and sometimes a game or two of pool. Tonight, a game or two turned into a game or ten, and the alcohol started off in small shots but eventually turned into multiple bottles on the table. One of you had to remain sober enough to drive the rest of the crew home, and normally it would be you or Danny, but tonight it fell on you.

"Okay," you sighed, putting the car in reverse. "Off to the casa."

You had just dropped Sammy off at his house, the last one of the bunch and now it was just you and Jake.

Jake let out a giggle, mumbling 'casa' to himself throughout the drive. You held his hand on the way, rubbing your thumb across the back of it until you pulled into your driveway. Killing the engine, you gathered your things and made your way to his door, helping him up and out and into the house.

Getting him in the shower was out of the question, so you opted for simply removing his clothes, leaving his underwear on as you tucked him into bed. Going through and getting yourself ready for bed, you snuggled up into his side not long after. Your fingertips began their trails at his neck, working their way down towards his throat, gliding over his pecks before settling onto his tummy.

He huffed a laugh as you continued exploring, wiggling around in your grasp a little.

You smiled into his side as you pressed a kiss into his skin, leaning your head back to look at him. "I thought you would've passed out the second you touched the bed." you joked, earning a sleepy smile from him.

 "Normally I would've," his speech came out mumbled, laced with exhaustion and alcohol. "But not yet."

You hummed in response but didn't offer much else for a comment, instead tucking your head back onto his chest, bringing your attention back to his tummy. Traces of your fingertips turned into small strokes of your thumb against the skin, relishing in the hums of appreciation that sounded against his chest. You continued on this way for a while, cuddling and enjoying the warmth he had to offer.

"You know," you spoke after a while. "I really love your tummy."

Silence was all that could be heard as a response to your confession, save for the sound of his steady breathing and the hum of his heart. You wondered if he had fallen asleep, but just as you were planning on looking up at him, he spoke.

 "You do?"

The sound of his voice, filled with hesitation and, what seemed like disbelief,  sounded in your ears, and this time you did look up at him, seeing in his eyes that you were right of the emotions beneath his answer.

 Since you had met him, you had always said without a doubt he was one of the few people you had ever met that continuously oozed confidence. You knew everyone had their moments of course you did, no one was perfect but if anyone could ever even come close to it, it was Jake. Though this wasn't the first time this particular insecurity came to light, what with all of the posts and comments about him on specific occasions during a show where his tummy would be more on display, it still shattered your heart into a million pieces hearing the uncertainty in his voice.

 "Of course I do, love." you assured him, never once stopping your affections on his skin. "It's one of my favorite things about you, and I know I'm not the only one that goes absolutely feral when it's out while you're playing."

He tried not to smile, biting his lip and closing his eyes even but he failed, a light blush grazing the apples of his cheeks as you went on.

 "I love watching you up there, shredding away on your guitar giving it your all, and when your jacket opens up and your tummy is out and proud and coated in sweat - dear God, Jacob." You closed your eyes for a second, your heart rate picking up at the mere thought of how he looks on most nights but fuck, his tummy was such a turn on for you and you cherished it just like you cherished every other part of him.

 "Okay, okay," he laughed, causing you to open your eyes and look at him to find him already looking right at you. "I get it."

You shook your head. "I don't think you do, baby. The things your tummy, your jummy if you will, the things it does to me, I should be carrying a mop and a wet floor sign with me everywhere I go, cause damn!"

At this point he was laughing, full on belly laughing. Head thrown back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut tightly as the bed shook with his laughter. The sound was music to your ears, it was your favorite sound ever, the sound of him playing coming at close second. You watched in adoration, relishing in the sound of his beautiful laugh bouncing off the walls, feeling the familiar sting in your cheeks as a wide grin spread across your lips.

 You don't know how long he laughed for, how long you admired him for, but eventually his laughter died down and he was pulling you in tightly, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You stayed like that for some time, letting him hold you and whisper his thanks into your hair, which you shook off because he didn't need to thank you for loving him, all of him. You would do it all over again in every life time, every universe, on every planet for fucks sake. You loved him, in his entirety and you would never get tired of telling him.

"You know," he started, pulling back and giving you a pointed look. "Your tummy is really cute too."

You couldn't help but laugh, a playful eye roll even slipping out. "Okay, now I think I'm ready for bed."

He stopped you before you could roll over, holding his hand under your jaw to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke. "I'm serious, Y/N."

The playfulness died down as you stared at one another, you waiting for him to continue and him wanting you to believe every single word that was to come out of his mouth.

 You had dealt with body image issues in the past, since you were younger, and they had never really fully disappeared. They weren't as frequent as before, but they still lingered every now and then. Jake knew of this, and he was one of the main reasons why you weren't so affected anymore but on the days that you were, he was always there to help pick up the pieces.

"When I tell you I love you, that means all of you, and I mean it."

 This time it was him rubbing random patterns against the skin of your own tummy, and you shivered at the contact as he went on. 

"I would never lie to you, not about something like this. I know you don't see yourself the way I do sometimes, and though it's not okay I know you're trying, I see it and I can feel it and I'm so proud of you for not giving up on yourself. Everything about you is beautiful, absolutely everything. But one of my favorites since the beginning, is this," he spared a glance down where his hand was momentarily. "It's so comforting, and I have no idea why. I feared you might think that was weird or something so I always waited until you fell asleep to hold your tummy but seriously, Y/N, I adore this part of you so much." You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the ending of his confession, trying to keep yourself from blushing but failing as you felt the heat take over your cheeks. "The way you see me, is the exact same way that I see you," he continued. "There's only one of you. One set of eyes, big beautiful eyes might I add. Once set of arms, one set of legs, one of you entirely. And there's only one tummy, just one. So while you have it, I ask that you try and love it the same way you love mine. The same way that I love it, and you."

You pulled him into a hug at that, hugging him against your chest so tightly.

You don't know how you had gotten so lucky, but you were so damn lucky to have him in your life, even more so to have the privilege of him loving you, and you loving him just as much.

 All of him.

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It’s back yall 🤭