#gvf jake

[jakesguitarsolo]

BEAUTY LIVES IN EVERY SOUL

#throwing myself off a cliff #jakedown #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jaket kiszka #gvf jake

[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 9)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, angst, language, the tiniest amount of alcohol consumption, digital penetration, masturbation, oral sex (fem rec), anal play, unprotected sex, etc

Okay, sweet peas, we’ve got one more chapter to go (maaaaybe two idk), but all your favorites will be back! Plus an epilogue. Thank you so much for sticking with me after I did sugar jake so dirty the first time around ❤️

The air is lush and fragrant with herbs, sizzling eggs, and Jake when you wake - though his side of the bed has already cooled.

He’s all around you. Clothes and scuffed boots tossed about the room. Guitar case propped open sans Gibson - where has she gone? The scent of his skin clinging to yours. The gentle bustle of him milling around in the kitchen. You roll over and shamelessly bury your face in the pillow he rested his pretty head upon last night. Drawing him in with a shiver of content…he is home and you are basking in the comfort that is the great return.

He’s humming something to himself, and though you can barely hear - and you certainly can’t place the song - you try to hum along, laughing quietly to yourself when it comes out sounding muddled and strange as you search for a melody you don’t know.

It doesn’t matter. If he’s humming, you want to hum along. You’d like to walk beside him always, twisted and tangled together like a silken braid of devotion.

Seduced by his silly siren’s song, your feet hit the floor as you search for something to throw on. You settle on the black blazer he’s tossed over the back of a chair and pad down the hallway. Lulled and lured by his quiet chaos.

You find him, back to the doorway, gingerly shaking a pan with one hand and tossing what looks to be diced veggies with the other, totally at ease and at home. A gorgeous, disheveled chef complete with yesterday’s sweats, t shirt that’s torn at the neck, and tangled hair.

Should you stand and watch him awhile? It sounds tempting…to watch him work, a sneaky, head over heels fly on the wall. The way he moves, every shift of muscle is intoxicating. Yes, you are bewitched, but even standing here bathed in his presence, you miss him, and that wins out.

”Morning, Jakey,” you smile, breaking his concentration.

”There’s my sugar,” he tosses you a look over his shoulder that stops your heart. “I’m making you breakfast, my love. Would you like coffee or tea?”

Bare feet dancing over chilled tile, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades, “Whatever you’re having.”

He backs up a little, no doubt worrying about your arms - though they are protected by his jacket - being too near to the stove, and turns, pulling you closer while walking you backwards towards the island, “How about we share a cup of tea? You hungry?”

Flashes of memories burn through your brain…last night, in the foyer wrapped up together on the floor while he kissed your body and wept. On the couch while you talked about how exactly this all might work. Later, in a bed that wasn’t yours, in sheets you wouldn’t wash.

You should be thoroughly sated, but yes…you are hungry.

”How’d I get so lucky, little girl?” His lips curve into a grin that derails your thoughts and replaces them with something much softer. Your heart is weak for the look in his eyes…the unapologetic, worshipful love that blazes there. “How did I manage to earn this?”

”Earn what?” You smile back, praying that the emotion pounding in your heart is as evident in your gaze as it is in his, “Us?”

His eyes duck away with a shy nod, “I just never thought I’d have you like this again. In my arms, not going anywhere. Staying.”

Your fingertips are at his cheeks, sweeping over the perfect warmth of his skin, soft as air, “Jake, you didn’t earn anything. You’ve always held my heart.”

Still unwilling to meet your gaze, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “You took it away.”

”No,” you argue in a hush. Can he really not see? “I left it with you. You’re the only reason it beats, anyway. But if you don’t feed me soon, I fear I may perish.”

”Drama queen.” He grins, pecking your cheeks each in turn, grateful that you’ve eased his mind and calmed his tender nerves.

The kettle begins to scream and you patter off to the table tucked into the corner, homey and quaint, to watch him work to take care of you. Soon, you’re gifted a steaming mug along with another kiss dropped atop your head. “Splash of rum and a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar. It’s 9 o’clock in the morning, you lush.”

”Trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Jake?” You tease back, watching as he moves to finish things up at the stove, throat seizing with aching affection…he remembers how you take your tea.

”I don’t have to get you inebriated for that,” he sounds gravelly and full of himself, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I could fuck you however and wherever I so felt the inclination, my lovely little doll, and you would grace me with your gracious and enthusiastic appreciation.”

You bat your lashes wildly at him as he presents two plates heaped with brightly colored, expertly sautéed vegetables and fluffy, scrambled eggs like cheery, sunny clouds. A bowl of swollen, fuschia raspberries deposited between your plates like a pile of sweetened jewels steals the show. “Oh, be still my heart…you know how I enjoy it when you speak like a dictionary.”

”I know, sugar,” there’s that beaming smile of his again as he offers you a berry, lightly teasing it at your lips until you open up for him. “plenty more where that came from.”

A comfortable quiet sparks to life as you both dig in and pass the teacup back and forth. He finally breaks it, speaking up around a bite of potatoes and peppers. “I spoke to Josh this morning.”

”And how is your missing piece?” You quirk an eyebrow over the top of the cup you have now commandeered.

He leans back in his chair and settles his gaze upon you, clocking your expression closely, searching for a reaction. “Obnoxious as ever. He’s annoyed with me because I haven’t looked over the lyric revisions he sent me, and I certainly couldn’t care less if I actively tried. However, he’s very excited to see you. Cross though he might be with his dear brother.”

”Hello, Oliver,” you wink, “Let’s have Jacob back, shall we?”

You haven’t forgotten Jake’s tendency for trotting out Mr. Reed when he’s dipping a toe or two into the waters of vulnerability.

“Do you miss him?” He asks quietly, “Do you want things to be the way they were before? Because I can live with that if it means you’ll stay.” He rushes on as if he fears he may lose his nerve. “I want you to be happy, whatever it takes, I just want you to be happy.”

Fork clinking lightly against your plate as your focus zeros in on his lovely face, you lean forward and reach for his hand “Did he tell you he came to see me? After I ran into Danny that day?”

His fingers slip into your waiting palm with a soft squeeze, “He mentioned that he found you and asked you hide away until we’d gone. I’ve never wanted to hurt him as badly as I did then. Not even when we were young and stupid. Not even that night, when he forced me to let you go.”

“He was only trying to protect you, jake.” Your head tilts, watching residual pain flare to life in his eyes. “I’ve done a great many things to hurt you, it’s a wonder he doesn’t hate me for it.”

“He could never hate you, sugar. Don’t say things like that, it would break his heart to hear them.” The conviction in his words is fierce, and that makes sense…they share a life force at times, it seems.

“He did ask me to hide away, yes…” you nod, wrapping your free hand around his knuckles, warming his touch with your own, “But did he tell you anything else about our visit? Did he tell you how easy it was for us? How we caught up and laughed and looked at each other like very old friends that had been lost to each other for too many years?”

His shoulders tense as though he’s bracing for a gentle impact, but on you march, whispering to him in this unfamiliar kitchen that feels fat full of love.

”Did he tell you that it didn’t even hurt, our being in the same room with everything so fucking different? Did he know that all I could do was sit there, falling silently apart and searching for you in his eyes?”

“But you loved him.” Now it’s his turn to search your eyes, but for what you’re not sure. “I don’t want you to have to tamp that out. Not ever. You love so beautifully, sugar. I can share.”

”I did love him,” you nod. “Very much. A long time ago. I love him still. Differently. And not the way I love you. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You don’t have to share. Not anymore.”

His grip is pulling at you now, tugging you to your feet and into his arms, creaking the worn wood of his chair beneath the weight of you both as he buries his face into your bare chest, hiding his tears in the lapels of his blazer as he weeps into your skin.

“Shh, baby,” you soothe, stroking through his hair, holding onto him as he clings to you as if you might vanish like a sigh.

His face tilts upward, lips brushing over your chin and jaw, licking and tasting you through his tears. “I love you, sugar. Sometimes I feel like all this love I have for you is just going to break me into pieces, like I can’t hold it all inside. There’s no room for it. I’m too small.”

”Jake,” you feel like you could break into pieces right alongside him as he begins tugging his jacket away from your shoulders.

He shakes his head, hushing you silently, “So, I’m going to take all this love and I’m going to give it all to you. And I’m gonna fill our house with it, press it into the walls and let it seep into the floorboards. Every nail and every window is going to feel it. The pipes and hinges. The chimney is going to breathe it into the night when we light fires in the winter. And we’re going to have babies and I’m going to love them just as much, and I can’t wait to watch you love them…”

You feel baptized in his tears and the wet, warm press of his mouth as he tattoos beautiful promises into your flesh. How could you ever have believed that you wanted anything other than this?

“I’m going to exist for you every single day, sugar…” a sob escapes him, though he tries so hard to bite it back, “I already do…I always have.”

“I know, baby…it’s okay,” you’re kissing adoration into his hair, combing your fingers through the tangles, coddling him and cooing the softest endearments, desperate to mollify his soul, fraught to offer him peace. “Please don’t cry, jakey. You know I can’t stand it.”

Hearing his own words lilting off of your tongue, he pauses and gazes up into your eyes like he sees everything he’ll ever need in them, “When I said that to you, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be…gone. I didn’t want to live in a world where you wore his ring on your finger with tears in your eyes. Will you miss him?”

Should you lie? Perhaps. But wouldn’t he see the untruths lying bare? Wouldn’t that hurt even worse? Your deception?

“Yes,” you nod, petting him as he presses in closer, “he was kind to me, and sweet. He made me laugh. He made me half-way happy enough to pretend. I’ll miss him sometimes…but never enough to look back and regret chasing after you.”

“I’m glad he was kind to you,” he whispers, kissing a drunken, winding path across the tops of your breasts, “you deserve kind. He loved you, I could see that. I didn’t want to, but I could. And maybe I hated that, but I would have hated the alternative so much more. I’m sure he loves you still.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you laugh softly, “he wasn’t very pleased with me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sugar,” he stares up at you with eyes laced heavily in adulation, “you don’t leave a man alone so easily. You linger and overstay your welcome in the worst way. Learn to leave a room, sweetheart.”

He has pulled another laugh out of you, louder and bell like this time…it twists his heart with heated, pulsing adoration.

”Jake,” you pause, waiting for him to give you his honey brown eyes, “You were right when you said none of it matters. This matters.” Your palm finds your heartbeat for a moment, and then his own.

”I know, my love…” tears skate along his lash line like blissful, shimmering quartz, “I know.”

~

His mouth is at your throat, gentle hand splaying out across your abdomen, holding you down against the cool, polished wood of the table.

Fingers playing at your lips, he breaks a raspberry apart between his fingers before sweeping it over your waiting tongue. “You’re so beautiful, sugar. Aren’t you? Aren’t you my pretty, pretty girl?”

His shirt has landed on the tile, forgotten and worthless to this task at shaking hand.

“Yes,” nails digging into his shoulders to remind him of where you’ve been, of where your touch belongs, you nod fervently beneath his kiss, “I’m your pretty girl, Jakey. I’m your girl.”

Lips beginning a path up your cheek to your temple, he hums euphorically and grasps at your ankles, tugging gingerly until your heels are resting on the table. “Will you show me?” His voice is silken and inquisitive, tongue fluttering over your earlobe to bring chills to life inside you. “Hmm? Will you show me how pretty you are for me?”

”Anything,” you pant, arching away from the table, desperate to be closer to him as he pulls back.

You watch on, body throbbing and screaming for him while he pops a raspberry into his mouth and settles back into his chair, legs spread wide, hands fisted into flexing balls at his knees, “Touch yourself for me, sugar. Rub your sweet little clit, nice and slow, just for me.”

Maybe you’d like to say your body protests, maybe you ought to say that you shy away, maybe if you weren’t so indescribably in love with him you’d do both of those things, but as it stands….

….as it stands, you give him what he’s asked for without thought. There isn’t a breath of hesitation. You simply roll two fingers over your tongue, reach down between your thighs, and begin.

The hushed moan that tumbles off the tip of your tongue tugs a sigh from his lungs that sets you further on fire. He sounds so beautiful, so wholly under a spell that you can’t fathom having the ability to cast over this deity of a man.

“There’s my good girl,” he is so quiet, you’d scarcely hear him were your focus not so completely honed in on jake jake jake, “Does that feel good, little girl? Is my sugar making that pretty pink pussy feel just so nice?”

He is an obscene angel staring you down with snarled hair and wicked sin in his wild eyes.

A trembling sound is all you’re able to manage as your touch dips inside yourself to draw slick back up to your clit.

”Yeah?” he tilts his head, watching you reverently, “It looks like it does. You’re dripping all over the table. I want to lick it up.”

“Please,” your fingers circle faster, but something is missing. He, close though he might be, is missing.

”Please, what?” He sounds as needy and hungry as you feel. “Tell me what you want me to do to you and I’ll do it, baby. Whatever you want…I’ll fucking do it.”

”Your mouth,” your legs spread wider until your hips protest, and then you spread a little wider in offering. “I’d like to have your mouth please, Jakey. Please. lick me, please, please.”

A groan rumbles out of his chest like pained thunder as he wraps his arms around your thighs, tugging you in and burying his mouth exactly where you’ve so politely begged for it. Another anguished sound pushes from his lungs as he drinks down his first mouthful of you.

The tip of his tongue teases over your shivering clit, and then slinks down to dip inside you, and then down farther still to lap against that heavenly little spot where it shouldn’t be.

He hums against you while you whine and yank at his hair, pulling his kiss in closer as your hips lift away from the wood you’re making such a mess of.

“Fuck,” your fingers lace through his hair perhaps just a bit too tightly, but a quiet grunt signals his appreciation, “right there.”

“I know where you like my mouth every now and then, sugar,” his words are hot against you as his thumb slides, warm and thick, inside your cunt “Dirty girl.”

Watching you shy away so endearingly squeezes at his chest. You have always given yourself to him so completely. You have always been his girl. His mouth has known every breathtaking inch of your body in a hundred different lifetimes. His heart has known your heart in a thousand more.

Your fingers search out your clit, neglected and crying out for attention, completing that lovely trifecta as you rock your hips, fucking his face without shame.

He is yours and you will take him.

Your belly is burning, white hot and tight, coiling and churning as your body begins to tremble and flush.

“Gonna cum…” A complete sentence seems an impossible task “I— oh, please, please, please,”

His fingers replace his thumb with a feral growl low in his throat, tucking up in behind your clit as you watch his arm begin to move rhythmically below the table.

”Don’t cum,” you order through whimpers and whines that sound anything but authoritative. How difficult it proves to be to be bossy when his tongue is warm and wet where you shouldn’t adore it so damn much.

”I won’t,” his promise is beautifully muffled. “But I want you to do it. Cum for me, fuck doll…give it up pretty.”

You tighten deliciously around his searching tongue and delving fingers as it crawls through you like sinking into a warm bath that swirls with glittering, lilac goldfish. They kiss your skin soft as monarch wings; strange, swimming beings in the waters that are Jacob. It is lovely, though given the filth that has ushered you into this state, maybe that makes no sense.

He works you carefully until your breathing begins to stutter and gasp uncomfortably, and then there is his striking and stunning face - cheeks blazing with desire - kissing and licking up your body as you squirm languidly.

“Was that good, baby?” His teeth are dragging against the swell of your breast now, igniting a fire within you anew.

Jacob, always so cocksure and confident, sounds famished for your approval. How strange.

You hand it over willingly and honestly, on a silver platter of affection, “So, good, Jakey…I love you so much.”

“You taste like fucking candy everywhere,” his praise is little more than a whispered murmur as he buries into the crook of your neck, “I want you in my mouth and under my fingertips forever, for fucking always.”

The tip of his cock, full and hot like velvet, sweeps across your entrance, teasing inside just a breath before pulling back and then nudging in all over again.

“Put it in,” your fingers are clawing lazily at his hips, silently trying to guide him into action, “Fuck Jake, please baby, just slip it inside and—“

He grinds his hips forward, cutting you off, filling you up, pulsing and slick and hot and…

”My girl,” his words are humid at your throat as he whimpers through a physical shudder. “My sugar, my love. That’s my baby, that’s it…taking it so well. You feel so fucking good.”

His wandering fingers find and sweep over your clit with a glide as sweet as satin, and it has you clenching down around him so wildly his eyes snap shut with a furrowed brow, mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Buried to the hilt now, those eyes lull open to stare down where your bodies connect. “Looks so pretty stretched around my cock. How’d this little cunt ever get so beautiful?”

Your cheek turns to meet the cool of the oak you're draped across, embarrassed in the most blissful way, but he is positively weak for the way his words cause your thighs to tighten around his waist.

His name begins to burn out of your lungs, smoking into the sun-soaked kitchen like a prayer.

”That’s it,” he sounds faraway, like he’s crooning to you from across the room, “My name, sugar…always my name.”

And then, there is his thumb, soaked in your need and brushing against that spot just below where his cock is dragging in and out of your cunt.

A wanton cry for more bleeds out of you, bringing forth another knit of his brow as he sinks inside you to follow the deep thrust of his cock, “‘Oh my’, right sugar? Isn’t that how my fuck doll reacts? All sweet like a lady, to being filled up so full?”

His loving, mocking tone snatches you back full circle to that very first night with him that seems so long ago…he has been all you’ve ever wanted, ever since. He is all you will ever want.

He is every direction, the night and the day, every song ever written…every poem ever wept onto pages, every star that will light the skyline tonight and all the ones that came before. He is every beat of your pulse, every breath in your lungs - and when you breathe your last, it will be his name on your lips.

White explodes behind your eyes as fireworks detonate down deep inside you, sparkling a crackling-like frenetic energy throughout your nervous system until you are tightened up and writhing with it…cumming so hard, so fucking hard, that you nearly force his beautiful cock right out of your body.

He follows your lead and pulls away, tugging at himself violently as you shower down over him like the filthiest, most exquisite drops of summer-of-love rain.

“Oh fuck, sugar, please,” he’s whining as his release lands hot and frantic against your quivering stomach, but for what, neither of you know.

You’re lost in his faraway expression, watching him fight for a deep breath as you search for your own composure when your fingers sweep through a milky ribbon painted across your navel…you want to taste him, but his grip is wrapped firmly around your wrist in an instant, with your fingers nestled against his cashmere tongue.

“I’ll clean my pretty girl up myself, if she doesn’t mind.” His mouth brushes soothingly at your hip just before he begins licking up his own release, eyes cast upwards to your own as you shake, stunned and blissfully shellshocked.

At last, you find your voice as his bubblegum pink tongue curls over the last drop, “You taste good, don’t you, Jakey?”

“Not as good as you, sugar,” His mouth is on yours now, kissing far too sweetly for what you know him to be capable of. “not even close.”

“Shower?” He pops another raspberry into your mouth and then nuzzles against your nose.

”Bath.” You correct, nearly melting into the table beneath his love.

~

A sponge, fresh out of its package and now smothered in body wash, drags across your chest as his chest rests against your back.

”We leave tonight?’ Your voice sounds unfamiliar…too content, too relaxed. It’s been such a long time since you’ve sounded this way. Since you’ve been so completely happy.

”I wish we could stay longer,” he kisses at your drenched, now squeaky clean hair, “just you and me.”

”Me too,” you sigh, settling back into his embrace even more, “but I’m also excited to see those idiots you call brothers. Especially the baby.”

”He’s missed you.” More kisses to clutch at your already stolen heart. “Nothing was the same without you, sugar. Time to come home.”

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[gardensgatekeeper]

Money Talks

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1,843

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Little bit of fluff, angst, swearing, degradation, dom/cocky Jake, allusions to being paid for sex work, daddy kink, rich/sugar daddy Jake, sir Jake, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, minor choking. As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Partially inspired by this little moment from bourbon and beyond 🫠

They say money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy silence.

The sun peeking through the window was every so slightly blinding as your eyes squinted open. Rolling over, you couldn’t help but smile at his soft features and the little snores that escaped his mouth. You don’t know how, but Jake had to be the world’s heaviest sleeper. You recall one morning where you’d gotten up to make breakfast but not without setting off the smoke alarm. Needless to say, you were extremely confused when he didn’t come downstairs to investigate the loud commotion. There he laid, unmoving and still knocked out in bed like nothing had happened.

You remained there in bed with him for a bit longer, taking in every ounce of the warmth his body was radiating. But eventually, your bladder was screaming at you to get up. After doing your business, you got ready for the day. Though you had no plans, it was a rare day where both of you didn’t have any work commitments and you wanted nothing more than to spend the afternoon with Jake doing whatever your hearts desired.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping beauty just yet, you headed downstairs to make breakfast, sans smoke alarm this time. You kept yourself busy, tidying up the house a bit and catching up on some chores before you started feeling a bit stir crazy. The clock on the wall read 12:19pm and you knew if there was any chance of doing anything with Jake today, you were going to have to quite literally drag him out of bed.

Heading back upstairs, you found your lover still snuggled under the covers, sleeping the day away. “Jake.” You called out. Nothing. “Jake.” You said a bit louder this time, dragging out his name. Still nothing. Shaking your head, you walked over to the bed before pushing him over on his back, climbing on the bed and straddling him. Leaning down, you grabbed his face and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Jakey, time to wake up baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That seemed to finally do the trick as you felt his hands escape from underneath the covers, gently resting on your hips. His eyes peeked open, taking in the sight of you in front of him. “And to what do I owe the pleasure m’lady?” He rasped out. The way his morning voice sounded like pure sex sent shivers straight to your core.

“Well, we both have the day off and I was thinking we could do something fun like take a stroll downtown? I think that new bakery on fifth finally opened! Then maybe we could go-”

You paused for a moment when Jake suddenly shifted up in bed and reached over to grab his wallet from the bedside table. Curiously, you watched as he pulled a fresh $100 bill from the worn leather and casually dropped in the space between your two bodies.

You were extremely confused and just assumed he was looking for something in his wallet. Shaking your head, you continued to speak, sharing possible activities to fill what was left of the afternoon. Oddly enough, for every new idea you mentioned, he seemed to pull out another bill. 

Does he normally have this much cash on him?

“Jake, what are you doing? Why are you pulling money out of your wallet?” You finally asked.

“Babe, I love you to death, but the only thing I’m interested in doing today is enjoying some peace and quiet.” He quipped.

“Oh, so what? This is your way to shut me up? Bribery?” You gasped, clutching your chest in faux hurt and devastation.

His eyes twinkled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite pick up on. “Seems to be that way, I suppose. Would you say this amounts to be worth your time? Is it too much? Or has your rate gone up?” He spoke lowly, glancing down at the pile of money in between you.

“I think you should toss a few more in there just to be safe. Though I’m sure we can always make a deal to work out any discrepancies.”

Your jaw dropped slightly as he flipped his wallet over completely, opening it and letting more cash fall out. There had to be at least two or three thousand dollars in front of you. Your mouth hung open in complete shock with a slight grin as you looked back at the smirk Jake was wearing. Of course you knew that being a rockstar had its perks, especially financially, but Jake wasn’t the type to go around flaunting anything. But the thought of him (literally) throwing his money at you ignited a flame you never knew existed.

He seemed to notice the switch in you as he suddenly moved, or rather pushed you off his lap while throwing the covers off himself. The movement of the covers sent the cash flying all over the bed and you sat up on your elbows as Jake towered over you.

“So, you were sayi-” He didn’t even have time to finish his sentence as you reached up to grab his face, pulling him down on top of you. The kiss was feverish and hungry and you found yourself subconsciously moving your hips up, trying to get even the slightest bit of relief. He helped you shimmy out of your jeans before slipping your top over your head.

Jake sat up and you realized just how quickly the roles had been reversed from the position you were in not even two minutes prior. His eyes darkened at the sight in front of him. There, you laid on a pile of his money in just your bra and panties. From Jake’s perspective, it was something straight out of a wet dream, except this time, it was real.

Leaning back down, he gave his full attention to leaving a trail of dark love bites from your neck all the way down to your hip. You couldn’t help but wrap your hands in his hair for leverage, humming out from the pure bliss his touch left you with. He toyed with the band of your panties for a moment, biting at the elastic before letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped out at the slight sting that quickly faded into pleasure.

He chuckled before diverting his focus back to your folds that were now slick with desire. His fingers ghosted over your sensitive nerves and your hips bucked forward in response. “Jake please.” You begged, not even caring how desperate you were at the moment. “I’ll get you there, just be patient, hm?” He offered, softly nibbling at your earlobe. 

He started out easy with just one finger, but it wasn’t long before he added a second, and then a third. His fingers pumped in and out of you tirelessly and you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly everytime his fingers curled inside you. He very quickly found the one spot that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a plethora of pornographic sounds leaving your body. His thumb added pressure to your clit and you swore you saw stars. “You feel like velvet, so soft. It’s like this pretty pink pussy was made just for me.” He hotly whispered in your ear.

“D-Don’t stop Jake. Gonna c-cum.” The words were barely coherent as they left your mouth but he understood just fine as he continued to work his fingers into you while still circling your bundle of nerves. You were right there but just before you reached the euphoric state, his fingers retreated and you whined out from the orgasm you were just robbed of.

“Jake, what the hell?” You breathed out. He brought his fingers up to your lips and you wrapped your mouth around them, cleaning off the juices coating them. Just when you thought he was about to pull his fingers back, he pushed them back further until they touched the back of your throat, making you gag around them.

“Now I thought we had an agreement here. All this compensation and you’re still yapping. Not a very good deal if you ask me.” He taunted, finally drawing his fingers back and letting you catch your breath.

“Fuck, I- I’m sorry Jak-“

“Ah ah. Try again.” He interrupted.

You smirked slightly before responding. “I’m sorry Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise. Please, just fuck me.” You pleaded with a sultry tone.

His eyes darkened at the unexpected name and you swore you heard him quietly moan. You knew he liked being called sir, but decided he fit the sugar daddy role a little better right now. Quickly slipping off the linen pajama pants he still wore, he nestled his knee in between your knees. He teased his hard cock a few times, making you more frustrated by the second. “Plea-”

Before you could even finish, he snapped his hips against yours without warning, bottoming out fully. You cried out, more out of shock than pain and his eyes searched yours to wait for confirmation to continue. “Fuck, keep going.” You panted.

“Yeah? You like being fucked on my money? Just a groupie after my cash? That’s all you are aren’t you? Pathetic fucking gold digger.”

You and Jake both knew that his money was not a factor in your relationship, but something about the way he was speaking to you like this turned you on more than you could explain, and he could tell by the way you subconsciously clenched around his dick.

His hand moved up to your neck before resting around your throat as he continued to rock his hips into you. The slight restricted blood flow to your brain mixed with the intense pleasure he was giving you was an indescribable feeling. Leaning forward, his hot breath whispered filthy insults in your ear. You were too far gone to comprehend everything he was saying but somehow still managed to pick up on words like “whore” and “slut,” which only fueled your impending orgasm. Jake shifted a bit, pushing both of your legs up against your chest. Your breath hitched as the new angle allowed him to hit a spot deeper than before. Digging your nails in his back, all you could mutter out was a mix of “Jake” and “fuck” as you neared your release.

“C’mon, give it to me. Let me have it.” His demanding tone seemed to be the final thing you needed before your orgasm violently overtook you. Jake continued rocking inside you until you felt him reach his release as well. The two of you stayed there for a moment to come down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out and rested up on his arms, just barely hovering above you, the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

He reached up to grab a few of the bills by your head before bringing it back between the two of you, casually slipping them underneath your bra strap.

“Now, what is it you were saying earlier?”

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Sex for breakfast

Warnings : adult content, sex , fingering, profanity.

Parings : Jake X fem reader

Word count: 1k

18+ minors dni

You woke up overwhelmed, breathing heavy , your panties soaked .

Jake was asleep , you could tell by the way he was breathing on your neck and the way his arm weighed heavy around your waist.

He was spooning you with his legs tangled with your and his face stuffed into the back of your neck .

You tried to stay still and go back to sleep after dreaming of Jake doing morbid things to you but you couldn't. A few minutes had passed and you could let the feeling slip . And being in Jake's embrace made it worse .

All you could picture when you close your eyes was Jake filling you up and touching you in all the places you were aching.

You wondered if he had morning wood and imagined how good he would feel inside you .

You let your demons win and scoot your ass back into Jake's crotch , a mewed groan came out of him as your eyes widened in excitement. He was hard .

You waited a few seconds for him to wake up fully but he didn't . So you did it again . And you felt him move his arm and grab your hip , Letting out a silent whine in your neck .

He was awake now , pressing his lips against your neck and leaving deep kisses there , his hand caressed up and down your side slowly, pressing himself into your ass slightly as he stretched his legs . You got a rush of chills . He was torturing you and he didn't even know it .

"babe" you whined and he let out a low hum. He was innocent and half asleep. He didn't even know what you wanted to do .

"you awake?" You ask , even though you knew he was awake . He laughed lightly and his body shook against you .

"no I'm still asleep" he teased , you could hear the smile he had as he spoke .

"tsk jakey" you whine , smiling as well .

"what's wrong baby?" He asks, his voice showing he was fully awake now .

You were too shy to tell . You'd rather show . You grab his wrist and pull his hand to grab your breast , he immediately squished it and noticed how hard your nipples were through your t-shirt.

You arched , letting your ass push into his crotch again and you heard his breath hitch .

"aw" he teased "pretty baby wants to fuck?" He asks , you just knew he had that smug look on his face .

You just moaned softly in response as he toyed with your nipple , pinching it and rolling it between his fingers . You were just getting wetter .

"Jake give it to me" you plea .

"Oo greedy" he let go of your boob and slid his hand down to your thigh and folded your knee up and lifted your leg , giving him reach to your clit .

You buckled into his hand as his fingers barely touched your panties .

"shit you're soaked!" He laughed in amusement and shock .

"Jake please" you say , growing impatient.

"did you have a dream about me?" He asks , adding more pressure to your folds as you ground down onto them .

"yeah" you asked , your voice came out whiney and desperately.

"aw" he teased again "what was I doing to you?" He asked , his voice demanding and serious.

"you were- you- we were fucking-" you stuttered , not being able to explain yourself because of the distraction Jake was making with his fingers on your swollen aching clit .

"were we?" He asked , and all you could do was moan . He moved his fingers so slow and tender but the pressure was so powerful you couldn't keep your eyes open .

"please jake-" you plea again and he was quick to slid his hand into your panties and circle your clit in a lightning speed motion , making you yelp out in pleasure, grabbing your pillow to ground yourself .

He started grinding his boner into your ass , causing you grid into his fingers , you arched and moaned loudly . You hole was aching and clenching.

"Jake put it in please" you beg , you sounded pathetic.

"aw darling" he cooed before circling your hole and pushing his fingers into you . You moaned his name loudly , feeling outmost relief from the feeling off being filled up with his thick strong fingers .

He curled his fingers up and you were a wailing mess , creaming on his fingers and you could feel he was getting desperate too .

"I bet you wish that was my cock inside you don't you?" Jake asks and you nodded with a little whine .

"yeah?" He panted as he slipped his finger out and pulled you panties down your thighs and lifting your leg up again .

You felt him fiddle with his own briefs and then your felt his warm tip against your ass .

He slipped himself in with a groan and you arched on him harder . He stayed like that for a couple seconds, peppering kisses all over the back of your neck and the side of your face .

He started slow and deep and you wailed.

He lifted your t-shirt up , exposing your bare tits as he leaned in and started sucking on them , twirling his tongue around the nipple , nibbling and making your cry out his name and claw at the sheets.

His hand slipped back down between your legs and continued toying with your clit at the pace he was at before, his thrusts staying the same pace .

"baby" he calls in barely a whisper and you open your eyes you didn't even realise you'd closed and turned your head to look back at him . And he placed a small kiss on your lips before kissing you harder .

He bit your lower lip and slipped his tongue into your mouth like as if it was his first time kissing you . You were moaning and whining uncontrollably into his mouth . You could feel your thighs and ass soaked in your arousal.

"fuck-" he broke the kiss and you felt his cock pulse inside you as you clenched around him.

His jaw hung loose , his mouth open against your neck as his eyebrows pinched together.

"fuck I'm so close" he whined , trying to keep his pace .

"Dont stop please!" You begged , you were right there .

"don't worry baby you know I won't" he said in pants as he tried to ground himself.

It made your hit your climax with a rush of aching pleasure pulsing through your body , gushing on his cock as he came inside you .

You immediately felt sleep wash over you again as you came down from your high and your heavy breathing subsided. Your eyelids left heavy and you were finally relieved from your ache .

You turn around on your other side , facing Jake who also looked the same . Like he was tired again. He must've been .

You kissed him before giving him butterfly pecks all over his face in thanks . He smiled sleeply with his eyes almost fully closed , hugging you tighter , the both of you cuddling back to sleep as the sunday sun peckered through the window in early dawn .

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[gretasfallingsky]

IS THAT THE TALK BACK IM HEARING?!

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[shimmerwindow]

i never really

They call it cuffing season, but you don’t have time for a relationship – finals are coming up, and it’s your junior year at your dream school. But there’s something about this guy, Sam, that makes you forget all about your degree. And his brothers seem to like it when he brings you around.

Pairing: Sam x female!Reader, Jake x female!Reader

Word Count: 70k (wip)

Cover by the lovely @bimbokiszka

This is a WIP that will be updated weekly-ish :)

General Tags: College AU, sexual content, friends to lovers, marijuana use, cigarette use, alcohol use, angst, debilitating levels of mutual pining, this is technically a forbidden twin fic

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight ✧

Part Nine

Part Ten ✧

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen ✧

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen ✧

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen ✧

Part Nineteen

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[kiszkasun]

when he when he when

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[jmkho]

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[thegvfloser]

LORD HAVE MERCY🥴😫

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Honey, All I See Is You

Part Three

Jake x reader (f)

Warnings: tobacco use

Find All Parts Here

Three

The next morning, the sound of rain hitting your roof slowly stirs you from sleep. Groggily, you rub the sleep from your eyes and yawn. Rolling over onto your side, you reach out and feel around for your phone. Finally feeling the cold glass of the screen, you lift it and hit the power button. The screen comes to life and temporarily blinds you. Squinting, you look at the time. 7:30 am. Phone still in hand, you flop onto your back and sigh. You’ve only got thirty minutes until you have to be at the store and open for the day. With a whine, you kick off the blankets and get out of bed. Quickly walking toward your bathroom, you open spotify and play your morning playlist. When you reach the bathroom, you slide the phone onto the edge of the sink and head to the shower. 

After speeding through your shower, you hastily pull on your favorite pair of boyfriend jeans and a cream color heavy knit pullover. Rushing over to your dresser, you open your sock drawer and grab a thick pair of socks. Closing it, you pull on the socks while scanning your jewelry collection. Your eyes fall on a vintage gold band you’d picked up at an estate sale. It has a salt and pepper diamond set and has vines and flowers carved into the band. Picking it up, you slide it onto your middle finger before putting on the rest of the rings you typically wear, and an onyx cameo necklace your grandmother had given you just before she’d passed.

Checking the time, you see that you only have ten minutes to get to the bookstore. Mentally cursing, you shove your phone in your back pocket and hurry to the living room. Slipping on your Blundstone Chelseas, you reach for your rain jacket and shove your arms into the sleeves. With a huff, you throw your purse over your shoulder and reach for your umbrella. Grabbing at nothing, you realize you’d left it at the store the last time it had rained. Mentally chastising yourself, you pull up your hood and step out of the door. The rain pelts your face and sends a shiver down your spine. Pulling your hood tighter around your face, you close the front door and lock it. With a deep breath to ready yourself before you take off in a jog toward Literary Labyrinth. 

As you jog the few blocks to the store, Jake steps outside under the awning. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he packs it against the heel of his hand. Opening it, he pulls one out and lifts it to his mouth. Holding it between his lips, he puts the pack back in his pocket and grabs his lighter. Flicking it open and lighting it, he cups the flame. Lighting the cigarette, he takes a long drag. The smoke fills his chest and gives him that all too familiar warmth. Holding that first drag a few seconds longer, he slowly exhales and turns his head. 

About a block away, he sees someone running through the rain heading straight toward him. Squinting, he takes another drag and tries to figure out why the blurry figure seems familiar. As they draw closer, it hits him. It’s you. You’re running through the rain with the flimsiest raincoat he’s ever seen.

Tossing the cigarette onto the ground, he stomps it out before putting it in the ashtray beside the stoop. Looking back up at you, he can see you’re nearly soaked through. A sudden wave of concern floods through him. Stepping back inside the coffee shop, he grabs one of the extra umbrellas from the stand and goes back outside. Opening the umbrella, he ducks under it and runs to meet you.

Your eyes are on the ground as you continue your run. Without warning, you collide into an immovable force. Stumbling back, you trip over yourself and begin falling. Flailing your arms, you let out a screech and suddenly you’re caught. Looking up in bewilderment, you see Jake. He has one arm wrapped around your waist keeping you from falling and the other is holding an umbrella above you. Time seems to stand still. You feel your face warm as you hurriedly stand and straighten yourself.

“H-hey! Sorry about barrelling into you. I wasn’t paying enough attention I guess.” You say with a huff meant to be a laugh.

“It wasn’t your fault, I was running to meet you and didn’t stop in time or call out to warn you.” He says. “Are you okay? Didn’t twist an ankle or something?”

This time you do let out a chuckle. “I’m fine, just a bruised ego. Wait, why were you running to meet me?”

“I saw you running and that you didn’t have an umbrella with you, so I came to give you this one.” He says, holding it out.

Shocked by his kindness, your mouth drops. Quickly shutting it, you reach out and take the umbrella. As your hand wraps around the handle your fingers brush against his, sending goose bumps along your arm. Clearing your throat, you smile and say, “Oh wow, that’s so sweet. Thank you.”

Stuffing his hand in his pockets, he nods and says, “No problem.” He looks like he wants to say something more, but decides against it. 

“Well, I guess I better get going. Don’t want to be late opening my own store.” You say with a laugh. “Do you want to walk together? So you don’t get as drenched as I am?” No sooner than the words left your mouth did you wish you’d phrased it any other way.

Jake smirks, “Well can’t have that. It takes hours to get this look just right.” He says gesturing to himself. Stepping under the umbrella, he casually takes it back from you and holds it over the two of you as you walk the half block to the coffee shop. 

As you reach the stoop of the coffee shop, the two of you step under the awning and Jake asks, “Coming in for a cup of coffee?”

Shaking your head, you say, “Not today, I really do need to get to the store.”

Nodding his head and leaning back on his heels, he says, “Right right. Of course. Well I won’t keep you.” Taking your hand, he wraps it around the umbrella and grins. “By the way, still waiting for your thoughts on Forevermore.”

Taking a step back and chucking, you say “I promise I’ll give you my thoughts as soon as I read the next book. See you later Jake.”

“Can’t wait.” He says with a wave. 

As he turns to go inside, you notice the whole right side of his body is soaked. He’d let the umbrella shield all of you and only half of him on the walk here. Your heart flutters at the realization. Feeling heat rise from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, you turn to head to Literary Labyrinth. You take one last glance back at Jake through the window and see him hanging his jacket on the coat rack and smile to yourself.

Walking to the store, you unlock the door and head inside. With a cold chill, you hurriedly shake off your jacket and walk over to the electric fireplace, turning it on. As you begin getting the store ready to open, you decide to leave the overhead lights off and only use the lamps and wall sconces to lean into the rainy, cozy, curl up with a good book kind of day aesthetic.

You open the store with a few seconds to spare and already had a customer waiting for you despite the rain. They bought a few newer titles and one classic. As you sent them on their way, you walk over to the fantasy section and grab the next volume of the Forevermore series.

Walking over to the fireplace, you sit in the chair beside it and crack open the book and began to read. You got through the first two chapters before you decided to message Jake. Picking up your phone from the arm of the chair, you start to type.

“I hate that I’m almost understanding Uthril and his reasons for killing Eldrin. I feel like I’m betraying Delimira.” 

A few seconds later, you hear your phone go off. Tapping the message bubble, you read. “He had good reasons for going against Eldrin and his kingdom. Some you won’t even find out about until later in the book. I’m guessing you’re not that far into it since it’s only been a couple of hours since you opened.”

“You’re right, I’m just starting the third chapter. I’m interested to see what reasons you’re talking about. You should just tell me, I don’t mind spoilers.” You type back.

“Absolutely not! I’m shocked you’d even suggest such a thing. *shocked face emoji* Asking for spoilers, unbelievable. I thought you had a better love for art of book reading *solemn face emoji*” He says.

Letting out a laugh, you type back, “I do have a love for the art of book reading! I mean clearly, I own a bookstore. But fine, I’ll just read and find out for myself. *salute emoji*”

“Thatta girl.” He says, quickly followed by, “Still expect updates though.”

You smile and send, “Aye, aye Captain.”

The next few hours are spent going between reading and taking care of customers. Your favorite kind of day. Around two, you realize you’re low on a few books on the display table and write a little note saying you had to step in the back and to ring the bell if you’re needed. 

While you’re in the back, you hear the front doorbell ring and call out that you’d be out in just a minute as you’d gotten all the books you needed. As you step out of the back, you hear the bell ring again, signaling that the person had left. Furrowing your brows, you try to see them through the front window, but they’re already gone before you could make it. With a shrug of your shoulders, you go about putting out the books.

When you finish, you head up to the counter to take down the note. As you walk closer to the counter, you notice a cup of coffee sitting on top of the note and a croissant sitting beside it. Reaching out to pick it up, you hear the ding of your phone.

“Sustenance is key, dear reader.” Jake says.

With a smile you pick up the coffee and take a sip, it’s a Spanish Latte. Sitting the cup back down, you type back, “How did you know I hadn’t eaten yet?”

“Just a lucky guess. Plus you didn’t get to have your cup of coffee this morning. Figured you’d be wishing you had by now.”

“Well thank you dear sir. How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, this ones on me.” He says.

“Awe, thank you! Are you sure though? I don’t mind.”

“Absolutely sure.” He answers. “Actually call it an iou. If it makes you feel better.”

You chuckle and say, “Sounds good to me.”

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[jakesguitarsolo]

I just —

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[gretavanlace]

Sugar II (part 6)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, illusions to cheating, illusions to oral sex (f rec), language, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, phone sex, etc

Your phone is lying on your chest when it begins to vibrate. Pretend you weren’t waiting for it all you want, your self-deception is laughable even to you. But isn’t that what you’ve become? A miserable joke who spurns the truth with a smile on her face and untruths in her heart.

Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained than lying to others, Dostoevsky once said. Wise and brilliant, he was. He also loved someone he shouldn’t have too deeply to let them go.

He is beside you, arm draped across your middle, forehead tucked against your shoulder…so placid and secure in his place next to your wandering mind. So blissfully unaware and peaceful as he dreams of things you don’t care enough to wonder about. But hasn’t he always been? Unaware, that is? He has lived in the dark, oblivious to the fact that he has never truly cradled your heart in his hands.

You are a wicked, black-souled creature, and no one knows that better than yourself. He doesn’t deserve this, and he never did.

Maybe you shouldn’t answer. Maybe. But you will, and you do.

Slipping out of bed like a phantom, you move through the house on silent toes, creeping along until you’re folded into the chair in the far corner of the living room.

“What took you so long?’ His voice drifts out, lazy and quiet, “Hiding from Mr. Wonderful again, are we?”

“You have to stop calling me like this.” You’re quiet, but not like him. Your quiet stems from deceit, and some inexplicable fear of what? Getting caught on the phone? And that’s all this is, right? Just a conversation with an old friend? There’s that self-deception again.

“Stop answering, then.” He counters coolly. Unbothered and wholly aware that that won’t be happening.

“How was the show?” You ask, rather than comment on the ridiculous confidence laced through his tone like sex on his tongue.

“Good.” He sighs, and you can picture his flippant, nearly shy shrug so clearly it grips your heart tightly for a breath. “I may have had a whiskey or three too many. May have tripped. May have fallen. May not have been very rock and roll.”

Your soft giggle tightens his heart just the same, but he doesn’t tell you that. “Did you play through?”

“Of course I played through,” He scoffs with feigned offense. “Who’re you talkin’ to?”

“Then I think that’s very rock and roll, Jake.” The smile won’t leave your voice. “Besides, you misjudged those stairs, don’t blame the whiskey. You should wear your fucking glasses.”

“Oh!” Now he sounds incredibly pleased with himself, dragging the word out like the cat who ate the canary, “Sounds like my sugar caught the show…”

“I may have popped in to peek at a livestream.” You concede, curling down into the chair to get comfy.

“Groupie.”

Pulling the throw off the back, you sling it over your bare legs and shake your head at his nonsense “Miss my Sammy, that’s all.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs.

“Fuck you, too.” You toss right back, but you both hear the love hidden behind those terrible words.

“You miss my stupid kid brother so much, why don’t you come and see him? I could have you on a plane tonight. How long would it take you to get to the airport?” There’s a sincerity in his offer that makes you long to pack a bag and go.

“Jake…”

“Should I send a car, or do you think Mr. Wonderful would mind driving my girl?”

Little shit.

“Stop calling him that.” You scold with little conviction.

“What should I call him then, baby? Since you won’t tell me his name…”

Fighting to sound steadfast, you square your shoulders and issue a warning you don’t feel a drop of in your bones “I’m gonna hang up.”

“Liar.” There’s that gentle laugh of his that echoes through your mind all hours of your lonely days. “What did you do today, sugar? Tell me.”

“Um,” you pick at the blanket absently and search back through the monotony. “I had a work thing. Then I went to the supermarket. Saw a movie. I smuggled a bottle of water inside in my purse like a criminal.”

“I should alert the authorities, but they’ve probably already got your wires tapped.” He’s teasing, but he suddenly sounds so sad. “Did you go to the movies with him?”

You hesitate, which tells him everything without a word.

“Damn,” he’s so quiet now. “I hate that, sweetheart. I hate that so fucking much.”

It makes no sense, he knows you’ve just crawled out of the bed you share with him, he knows that a ring rests on your finger right now - he knows. So why does he sound so broken-hearted? Why this?

“You just go around doing stuff with him, you know?” He clarifies as though he’s heard your unasked question. “Simple little things. The movies. The market. Dinner with your friends. Bookstores. We never really got to do those things together.”

It surprises you, though you aren’t sure why…he’s always been this way, soft and romantic about the strangest things. “You’d want to go to the grocery store with me?”

He laughs as you verbally poke at him to lighten the mood. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

“That’s good. Because I loathe going to the gynecologists alone. Care to attend my Pap smear, Jakey?”

He laughs again, but this time, it’s halting and loud… your favorite of all his laughs, “Absolutely, I do. I’ll steal the stirrups and take them home to use later. The doctor will see you now, sugar.”

You’re laughing now too, likely a bit too loudly “You’re so fucking weird. I feel like I’m talking to Josh.”

“Spending too damn much time with him lately.” He offers by way of excuse, “his shit is rubbing off on me. The other day I briefly considered a perm.”

Your laughter trails off with matching sighs, “I should go.” You say it, but you don’t want it.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He argues quietly, and with a strange tone…he’s fighting something.

“What is it?” You press delicately.

“I just,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts before pouring them out to you. “I just thought you’d be back by now…but you’re still there, with him. And I’m still here.”

“Jake,”

He doesn’t allow for you to finish whatever it was you were about to say that he doesn’t care to hear. “Hush, baby…I know. Do you miss me?”

“Yeah,” you secret into the phone, stealing a glance down the hall. “I miss you very much.”

“Good.” He has quieted to match your whisper. “How much do you miss me? More than Sam?”

“Yeah, I miss you more than Sam,” you see? This is why you’re a bad fucking person. “But like I said, I should go.”

“Why?” There’s that terrible, beautiful rasp again, the one that fails to belie how hard for you he likely already is. “Because you’re afraid you’re going to slide your hands into your pretty panties for me just like you did last night, and the night before, and the night before that?”

It’s a knee jerk reaction that you can’t explain when your finger jabs at your phone to end the call.

He calls back right away, and right away, you answer.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He taunts into the phone with a grin dripping from his accusation. “Don’t you dare hang up on me. Have you forgotten your manners, little girl?”

“Can’t we ever just talk?” You’re struggling to remain on solid ground, but for what? You want nothing more than to sink into him. “Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Other than what?” He counters. “Other than fucking you? Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I think about loving you, and lying beside you like that fuck gets to do. Taking care of you, making you laugh, cooking for you, and drawing you baths, and going to the goddamn movies to watch you smuggle in bottles of water, but you won’t let me have any of that, will you, sugar?”

“I—“ you’re shocked into silence.

“Right.” He agrees, as if you’ve said something poignant. “So forgive me if I indulge where you see fit to allow.”

“Jake, this isn’t right…” oh, don’t you sound righteous? “It has to stop.”

“Isn’t right for who?” He is rife with condescension, “For him? Ask me if I give a fuck about him. Not to ruin the surprise, pretty girl, but I don’t. And maybe you do a little, maybe you do even more than that. Maybe you care more than I’d ever want to know, but you’ll never care enough for it to matter more than you and I.”

No one has ever seen you like Jake sees you…and it is both intoxicating and frightening.

“You want to hang up? Hang up. I won’t call you back tonight.” There’s an edge to his promise, but you know better than to believe it, and you’re thankful it's a lie.

“I don’t want to hang up.” You should want to…but you can’t imagine giving him up right now.

“I love you, sugar.” He breathes, and it’s the loveliest song you’ve ever heard. You want to close your eyes and drift away into it like a symphony. There are cellos and violins in those words, magic and pain more beautiful than anything else you’ve ever known.

“I love you, Jake.” You want him to feel those same things living and breathing inside your own words, but they feel so lacking.

“Do you know what I did this morning?” He questions. You can picture his face so perfectly, and you long to touch it, to simply run the back of your hand down his cheek.

“Hmm?” You hum, still lost in the daydream of being near enough to touch him, to soak in the warmth of his skin.

“I tuned the piano in our front room.”

You know right away that he means the house he visits in the corners of his mind, the place he keeps just for you.

Your gaze has drifted out the window. If you look hard enough, you can almost see the house in the distance, windows glowing golden with light and love “You did?”

“I did. You’re teaching the girls now. I wanted it to be perfect for the four of you.”

“I don’t know how to play the piano, Jakey.” You tease, staring harder still at the mirage of your make believe home.

“Yes, you do. I taught you. You took to it right away, and now you’re better than Sammy, even. You play like an angel. And sometimes, when the girls are asleep, we make love on it and scatter notes around the room in the night.”

Your hand finds its way into your panties all on its own, but it’s innocent somehow, gentle. “We make love on the piano?”

“We make love everywhere, sugar.” He hushes, “I’ve slipped inside of you against the maple tree in the backyard in the Autumn while it drops its leaves at our feet. I’ve nestled my face between your thighs on the porch because you like to watch in the moonlight. Bent you over the kitchen sink so you’ll forget about the dishes, in a closet or two when the girls were too busy to notice, in the dirt in the garden, everywhere.”

A soft moan you attempt to swallow escapes you as your fingers sweep, wet and warm, across your clit.

“What was that, sweetheart?” The smugness in his query is so loving you forget to be annoyed with it, “Are you touching yourself imagining all the places I’ve made you mine? All the places I’ve taken you and made you shake, over and over and over?”

“Tell me,” you beg, slipping your leg over the arm of the chair, opening yourself up for him, offering something he isn’t here to take. “Talk to me. Tell me.”

“That’s my girl,” are you imagining the sound of his zipper through his praise? “What do you want to hear? I’ll talk to you all night, sugar…talk to you forever. Until my voice gives out.”

“The porch,” Another brush against your aching clit, another airy moan you fail to quiet, “Tell me about on the porch.”

“Yeah? You want to hear all about how I lick your pretty pussy on the front porch until you’re dripping down my chin? Want me to tell you about how good you taste, and how sweet you sound when you whine and rock against my mouth?” His voice is like sandpaper smoothing out the frayed edges of your heart. And you most definitely heard his zipper.

“Jake, please…” you would give nearly anything for him to materialize in the room. To listen to his boots clip across the hardwood as he moves, closing in on you until you’re trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, sugar…” he clicks his tongue in mock sympathy, “We wouldn’t want to wake Mr. Wonderful. He doesn’t belong on this porch with us, does he?”

“Tell me.” Your demand falls short through another shaky sigh.

“It’s late, baby,” you can hear it now, the rhythmic, slick slide of his fist along his cock, “and we really should go inside and go to bed, but I can’t take my eyes off of you, you look so fucking stunning in the starlight. You’re curled up next to me in the thinnest, whitest nightie, and I can see the tops of your thighs. So soft and smooth. And I only want to kiss them, but the second I’m on my knees you’re spread open for me like you’ve been waiting for my mouth.”

You’re so wet you can almost pretend your fingers are his tongue drawing tight circles exactly where you need it “And then?”

“Then I slip your panties off, and you give me a little shit about it just for show, but you shut up quick when I start licking along the insides of your thighs. You smell so fucking good, and you taste like heaven, and my cock is so fucking hard for you, but I don’t care about that, all I care about is getting my mouth on you.”

“Do I really taste that good, Jakey?” You pant, arching away from the back of the chair as you slip inside your warmth and fish for compliments.

“You do, baby.” His breath drags in and out of his lungs hard and fast. “You taste so sweet…prettiest, pinkest pussy I’ve ever kissed, you taste like home, you taste like my sugar.”

“Fuck, I’m—“

“Slow down.” He interrupts, sounding gentle in a way he seldom does when he’s hard and throbbing for you. “You just go real slow for me and listen.”

You nod, and though he can’t see you, he seems to feel it all the same.

“I’m on my knees against the porch you helped me strip and sand, and you’re spread open for me on the swing. It creaks every time you move. Your hands are in my hair, but you’re being such a gentle girl, fucking your lovely cunt up into my mouth, begging me softly to suck your spoiled little clit, begging me to make you cum.”

With your fingers fluttering light as air, you can almost imagine it all to be real, and you’re close…so close.

With a choked gasp of your name he pauses, but recovers in a blink, “You’re whining for my fingers, but I want to get you there just like this. I don’t want anything in the way when you finally let go on my tongue. I want to drink you down, baby…every drop. It’s all mine, and I want it. And you let me have you that way, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, writhing in the chair until the blanket falls away, forgotten.

“And you’re going to be such a good girl for me, huh?” That, leading, teasing tone has joined the party, and your stomach is twisting and turning, wringing the lust out of your very soul, “You’re going to be the sweetest little sweetheart and cum right in my mouth because I’m just so fucking thirsty, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you’ve hardly made a sound, your constricted throat won’t allow for much more, “Say it again.”

He knows what you want, and like always, he gives it to you without question or thought. “Want you to cum in my mouth right here on the porch, you beautiful fucking filthy girl. I want you, sugar…c’mon and make a mess on my tongue.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you’re spread wide and thrusting into your own touch, but it’s Jake you feel…he’s everywhere, all around you, you’re drenched in him.

“Of course you are, sweetheart,” he soothes, sounding near the end himself, “Because you know how badly I want it, and you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl,” you whimper, desperate for more more more… “I’m your fucking girl, Jakey. I love you…”

“Love you too, sugar,” a growl rumbles out of him low and menacing. “Love you so fucking much. Come on, baby, c’mon…”

With a fist drawn to your mouth and your teeth dug in deeply, you let it happen. Welcoming that sparking, searing, electric bliss only he seems to be capable of gracing you with, no matter how near or far he happens to be.

You’re quiet somehow, but he doesn’t seem to need anything more than your muted gasps to get there with you. Though on his end, he sounds feral and violent…like the beautiful, seedy underbelly of something you shouldn’t want. Pornographic and obscene. Improper. Dirty. Wrong. Perfect.

With the calm of the afterglow, comes the shame. The guilt. The self-hatred. He knows it all too well already, and rather than drawing attention to what has just happened, he shifts focus to help you through.

“I might order room service. If you were here right now, what would you want? That’s what I’ll get.”

“Hmm,” you think it over, kicking the blanket up from the floor to recover a bit of modesty, “Soup sounds good. Broccoli cheddar if they have it.”

“Soup?” There’s that wide open laugh of his again.

“Yes.” You pretend-pout. “And don’t laugh at me. It sounds divine.”

“Soup it is, sugar.” He sounds soft and a little unlike himself. “We’ve got a small break coming up. It’s only a couple of days, but what if I came to see you?”

“Jake,” you’re preparing to wage a loving war, though you want to see him more than you want the air you breathe to quench your lungs.

“I just want to take you to the movies, that’s all,” he holds up his metaphorical hands innocently. “Will you go see a flick with me? No illegal bottles of water necessary.”

“You want to go to the movies?” You laugh at the idea of it all. So PG in a manner so… not Jake.

“Yep.” He sounds positively delighted at the mirth in your response. “Bring Mr. Wonderful, we’ll have a great time.”

You roll your eyes, stretching out your limbs, which have been tense and contorted for far too long, “Oh, don’t be silly, Jacob, like I would ever share you with Mr. Wonderful.”

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[gardensgatekeeper]

A Christmas Wish

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 942

Warnings: None, just fluff!

Inspired by Daniella Monet's engagement video :')

After putting the final ornament on the tree, you stepped back to admire the warm twinkling lights and gold tinsel covering the 7-foot fir tree that was just a bit large in your apartment. The sound of a classic Christmas vinyl filled the air as you quietly hummed along. Sneaking up from behind, Jake wrapped his arms around you while admiring the fully decorated tree.

“It looks absolutely perfect.” He approved. You smiled and let out a content sigh. Christmas was arguably your favorite time of year. I mean, who doesn’t love sitting by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate, listening to Christmas music on repeat, and watching the joy on people’s faces as they exchange gifts? Nothing could top all the magical feelings during the holiday season, but being with Jake sure did come pretty close.

Though a bit controversial, you were the type to start decorating the day after Thanksgiving, something Jake quickly had to accept because he knew how happy it made you. Even so, he never complained or got upset when you accidentally scratched his Bronco last year in the process of strapping a tree down to the roof.

Turning around, you just couldn’t help but smile up in admiration at him. “What is it? He asked with a twinkle in his eyes. “I just love you so much. You make me so happy Jake.” You hum. He just grinned before planting a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you too.” He smiled as he pulled away far too soon. “Now, why don’t you come help me with these cookies before I burn your apartment down.” he chuckles. Rolling your eyes, you make your way towards the kitchen seeing the mess he had caused.

“Jake! What happened in here?” You laughed, every so slightly stressed at the state of your countertops. “I just followed the instructions! You know I can barely operate the stove, let alone make cookies from scratch.” He shrugged. Shaking your head, you chuckled before grabbing an apron. “Babe you’re overthinking it. Why don't you go finish putting out some of the decorations. I'll handle the rest from here." You said, practically shooing him out of the kitchen.

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Ding!

The smell of warm vanilla and sugar filled the apartment as soon as you opened the stove to check on the cookies. Seeing that they were baked to perfection, you sat them on the counter to cool.

“Are the cookies ready to be decorated?” Jake asked from the living room with a curious smirk. “They will be in a few minutes! Just need to cool down a bit first. You wanna help me with the icing?” He nodded and made his way to the kitchen.

Once all of the different colors of icing were ready, you split the cookies evenly between you and Jake to decorate. You meticulously decorated each cookie with various holiday-related designs, not paying any attention to whatever sloppy, child-like designs Jake would ultimately create. Though, you were a bit worried when he wasn’t his normal chatty self.

“How’s it going over there?” You ask, finishing up your last cookie. “Just finished. Close your eyes, I wanna surprise you.” He replied back.

“Jake, please tell me you didn’t draw a dick on all the cookies again.” You question as he covers your eyes with his hands. "Don't worry, not this time." He chuckles nervously and guides you over to where he previously stood. His hands retreated after a moment and you were given the okay to look.

Opening your eyes, you glanced down at the tray of cookies in front of you. Letting out an audible gasp, your hands quickly flew up to your mouth in utter shock when you saw the words written on the cookies. Marry Me?

In complete shock, tears flowed down your face, completely unable to move or speak. “Do you see what it says?” You hear Jake whisper from behind you. Still processing the words you were reading, you could only nod in response. “Do you wanna turn around?” he lightly chuckled. Trying to wipe your tears, you finally mustered up the courage to face him. The sight was something you would treasure forever.

“Jake-“ you breathed. Propped on one knee, Jake was there holding a small red velvet box that held the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. You were practically ugly crying at this point when you noticed his watery eyes, struggling to keep a cool composure.

“From the moment I met you, I knew you were something special and it didn’t take me long to realize that I wanted you to be my forever crazy Christmas-loving angel. You bring out the very best in me and I can’t imagine another day without you by my side. I love you so damn much Y/N. Will you marry me?”

Sobbing uncontrollably at this point, you wrapped your arms around him and cried into his shoulder. “So, is that a yes?” He asked nervously. “Jake oh my god, yes! Yes! Yes a thousand times!”

With the biggest grin, he gently grabbed your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry from the tears. Grabbing his face, you kissed him until you absolutely had to pull away to breathe. He smiled down at you as if he had just won the lottery. At least that's how it felt for you. “I love you so so so much Jake.” You breathed out, still processing what just happened. “I love you so much. I can’t wait until I get to call you Mrs. Kiszka.” He smirked.

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[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather masterlist

Warnings: profanity, age gap , daddy kink , mature themes, overdose , drug use , substance use , death of parent , sexual content , orphaning , other weird shit

Parings: Jake X fem reader

18+ mdni

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[gretasfallingsky]

jake. jake. jake.

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[shimmerwindow]

I Never Really

Part Sixteen

Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex, physical altercation

Word Count: 3.8k

Playlist | Masterlist

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Life felt, simply, good. Even as the break wound to a close, and the bustle of a new semester began, you felt so uplifted. There had been such darkness clouding your every waking moment until now. You hadn’t even realized it, really. You’d become so complacent with living in darkness that the concept of light had no longer existed to you. Not until Sam had come along, swinging open the doors to your mind and turning on every light in the room.

Sam was back in the dorms, which was a blessing in your eyes. He had your schedule memorized, and would walk you to class any chance he got. There was a bit of conflict with your daily schedules, and you didn’t share any classes, but that was alright with you. Too much of a good thing could always be a bad thing.

Your every-other-day walks across campus with him were always one of your favorite parts of the week, though. While walking recently, he’d snatched your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. You couldn’t help but feel like you were just a kid again, enjoying simple pleasures, even silly little things like holding hands.

And of course, there were the moments when the two of you found yourselves alone. Whether in your dorm or at the house, if you could catch even the slightest glimpse of solitude, you would be all over each other. The moment a door closed or a car pulled away, you would be clawing at each other's clothes, ripping them off, getting up to whatever devious acts you desired that day.

Most weekends you spent at the house, as a reprieve from the soulless dorms. Conveniently, nearly every weekend you were met with an empty house for at least a twenty-four hour period, where the brothers would go gallivanting on whatever adventures they typically got up to. Sam didn’t typically tell his brothers you were coming over. It’ll invite too many questions. They’ll get weird about it. Trust me, he’d told you. They were an odd bunch, and you did, indeed, trust him. You’d see them every once in a while, for a handful of hours at a time, but the house parties were few and far between during this time of year. The “slow season,” they called it.

Today was one of those weekends, a cozy Saturday night. You sat in the living room, watching some mindless TV on mute while he plunked away at the piano in the room over. A light snow was falling outside, and flames roared in the fireplace. He’d made dinner for the two of you, his cooking skills never failing to impress. Tonight’s had been far too spicy for you, but the flavor was so good you hadn’t minded. “We need to build your spice tolerance,” he’d told you, like a drill sergeant talking to a new recruit, while you held a tissue to your watering eyes and running nose.

It’d been close to a month now, since your confession, and everything seemed to be working out beautifully. Jake had called you a couple of weeks ago, asking if you were busy, to which you'd graciously declined. Though if you had been feeling any weaker in that moment, you were sure you would have gone for it. He truly had such a way with words, and was really a master of seduction. But although there was no formal relationship between you and Sam, you felt a certain kind of loyalty to him.

You figured that if either of you wanted to be with other people, it would be allowed. If someone else came along for him, you would not be mad. It would be crushing, sure, but you only wanted the best for him. And you were sure he felt the same, too. But right now, you made each other happy. It was enough without a label.

“Hey,” Sam called, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes?”

“Can you listen to this next one?”

“I’m always listening, Sammy.” You repositioned yourself to face him, his face peeking out from behind the piano. “But I’ll listen extra hard for you.”

He smiled at you, turning his eyes back to the keys. He started to play, a soft and delicate melody. You didn’t have the knowledge to describe exactly what he was doing, but it felt light, a bit airy, like springtime. You watched his brows knit in concentration as he pulled notes from the keys, everything executed perfectly. Or at least, it sounded perfect to your ears. It felt golden, circular, the texture of lush grass in a field of flowers. It seemed to bring you back to a place you'd never been before.

You swayed slightly with the beat, your eyes closing as you focused on taking in every drop of sound he ushered to your ears. It was an indescribably beautiful tune, one that felt like it encapsulated love and light. You were struck by just how much you loved him. You hadn’t said it, not out loud, not yet. You were saving it, the two of you moving along at a pace that would be agonizingly slow to anyone else. But it wasn’t bad. Not when it was him. He stopped playing, silence and the crackle of the fire filling the room.

“It’s not finished, and most of it’s just made up as I go, but…do you like it?” He asked.

“I love it. It's beautiful.” You smiled at him warmly, to which he grinned and turned his eyes away.

“I wrote it for you. I know that’s like, super corny, but I just…” He sighed, stretching his arms over his head. “You’re really inspiring.”

“Me?” His words felt like something straight out of a dream.

“Yes, you.” He stood, making his way over to your spot on the couch. “It’s weird, I've never wanted to make music for someone before. I wasn’t sure what to do with this–” he clutched at his chest, miming the action of ripping his heart out. “Like, how do you turn that into music, you know?”

“I do know.” Somehow, you did. You were not musically minded, but you understood every word. It was a language of love.

He wrapped his fingers around your jaw delicately, tilting your face up to catch your lips in a kiss. “Can I tell you something?" He asked.

“Don’t.” You held a finger against his lips. “Save it.” You knew what he wanted to say – the words both of you had been avoiding. I love you.

In the silence that followed, your eyes locked with his, a thousand words went unspoken. Save it for when it’s special. You didn’t mean any harm by keeping that word at bay, and you both knew that. Things were just so delicate at this point, given your shaky past, that it felt wrong somehow to say it. Like sailing on a ship without a name, some kind of bad omen seemed to surround it.

Though, that feeling stemmed from the scars, still healing, that you’d given each other. They were not plentiful, nor were the wounds deep, but they could still be felt. And it all just felt too good to be true. An utterance of a word as powerful as that one felt like it could shatter the both of you. When the dust settled, when you’d confessed to him your dirty little secret, when your work at school was done and you could properly settle into something serious, that was when you would say it.

“Haven’t earned it yet, hm?” He said through a toothy smile.

“No, I’m the one who hasn’t earned it.”

“Can’t say I agree, miss eclipse.” He brushed a thumb over your cheek. “You’re more of a miss sunshine these days, though.”

“That’s a shame. I love the moon.”

“I know you do. It’s a full one tonight. We should go look.”

“It’s so cold, though.”

“There’s a perfect view from my window. Haven’t you noticed?”

You shrugged. “I usually have a much better view when I’m in your bed.”

“And you're usually a bit busy, too.”

You gave him a playful shove, to which he dramatically stumbled backwards. “Wow. My girl, pushing me away like that…guess I’ll sleep alone tonight!” He put on a mock pout and crossed his arms, though a smile threatened to break his act.

“No, please!” You bounded across the room and wrapped yourself around his waist, resting your chin on his crossed arms. “Please find it in you to forgive my transgressions.”

“I suppose I can overlook it this once,” he said, pulling you closer into a tight embrace.

“Speaking of sleep…”

“Tired?”

“A little.”

He tilted your face up to his. “Are you actually tired?”

He could read you like a book. “Not really.”

Taking your hand in his, he whisked you up the stairs, into his room. The minute the door was closed behind him, his hands were on you, pushing you back against the bed.

“Wait,” you gasped, your fingers under his shirt against his waist.

He froze immediately, backing a half-step away. “Did I do something?”

“No, listen.”

You stood in silence for a moment, both of you holding back labored breaths. Footsteps and chattering filtered up through the floor below your feet. The guys were back.

“Well. Shit,” he laughed, backing away from you to lock the door.

“I could, you know…” you splayed yourself out on his bed, stretching your limbs with a sigh. “I could be quiet.”

He cupped his hands around your knees, giving your legs a little shake. “I don't know if you could. Remember your performance at the bar?”

“Okay, but that was different.” You fought back a smile. “I really could.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Tempt you?” You pulled yourself up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of you. “Fine. Come here. We’re just gonna cuddle. Promise.”

“Right, obviously.”

Cuddling was far from the word you’d use to describe how the rest of the night went. You were just barely able to keep your volume down, his fingers clamped tightly around your mouth nearly the entire time to muffle your noises. You weren’t anything near silent when he made you cum, your muffled moans still loud enough to reverberate against the walls.

Although you were certain at least one of the guys had heard you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when most of the nights you spent here, you had to hear some kind of racket coming from at least one bedroom. If not the wails of some other woman, it was the sound of any number of instruments, the blaring of music, the loud cacophony of voices in conversation. You couldn’t fathom how anyone got a good night of sleep in this house.

Peace finally settled in the room afterwards, as you crawled into his embrace under the sheets. These moments were something you could never get enough of – the texture of his bare skin beneath your fingertips, the heat of his body against yours, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. He was always so gentle with you, physically and emotionally. He always knew how to talk you down when you were stressed or angry.

He'd learned so many of your likes and dislikes so quickly, and it showed. It was evident in the little gifts he gave you, the things he did for you, and the words he spoke to you. Not a single compliment was empty or without careful thought. You couldn’t have possibly asked for a better man for you. It seemed almost too good to be true.

* * *

When the night was said and done, and the moon faded into sunlight, a peaceful day awaited you. Sam drove you back to the dorms – you had a few assignments you wanted to crank out before the weekend was done. Sam had headed back to the house for some Sunday chores, though the peace that you felt that morning did not follow him home.

There was something in the air. Sam didn’t consider himself anything resembling a clairvoyant, but he could read the vibes of a room at an easier level than most. And today, those vibes were nasty. He’d tried to stay out of the way of the others as much as he could, even declining Josh’s offer for brunch. He was taking a poster off the wall to bring to his dorm, when he heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sam!” Jake’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Get the fuck down here.”

“What do you want?” Sam called back.

“Come here. We need to talk.”

A sense of dread started to rise in Sam’s throat. Jake didn’t normally talk to him like that, unless something was seriously wrong. It seemed that bad feeling had been more than just unfounded anxiety. He made his way downstairs, where Jake stood with his arms crossed.

“Heard you in your room last night. You wanna tell me what that was about?” There was a rage behind Jake’s eyes that Sam rarely saw.

“Oh, god.” Sam couldn’t even make eye contact, his cheeks starting to burn a bright red. “Were we too loud? That’s so fucking embarrassing, I’m sorry–”

“So you were really…” Jake clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That part doesn’t matter. But why her?” He said your name, in a questioning tone.

Sam wasn’t quite following what Jake was laying out. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me.” When Jake got angry like this, he seemed larger. Either that, or Sam seemed to shrink in the presence of Jake’s rage.

“I’m not playing anything. What are you trying to say? Because it seems like you’re implying something pretty shitty right now.”

“Sam, drop the fucking act. This doesn’t have to turn into a fight.”

“It really seems like you’re looking for one.”

“If you really want to play dumb, I can let this go. Just don’t fucking do that shit again. Leave her be.”

“Leave her be?” Sam turned his palms up, his face twisted in utter confusion. He had no idea what Jake was trying to say here, unless he was trying to say you were anything less than perfect. An accusation which Sam wouldn't stand for. Not that he would care about Jake's opinion on you regardless – Sam knew you, and that was what mattered.

“This is a dangerous game you’re trying to play with me, Sam. We both don’t want to see how this ends if you don’t drop her.”

“I’m not dropping her. What, did you hear some rumor about her or something? I don’t care what gossip you’ve heard. She’s an amazing girl.”

“Gossip?” Jake gave Sam a genuinely confused look. He could sense that the two of them were, somehow, on completely different pages. “I haven’t heard anything. But she seems to be jumping straight from me to you. So I'd suggest dropping it before this gets really messy.”

Sam had to pause a moment, each word hitting him like a bullet to the chest. He would not cry, he refused to cry in front of Jake like this. Though tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He prayed for a moment that this was all just a huge misunderstanding. He must be confused, Jake couldn't possibly be saying what Sam thought he was saying. “Jumping from…you to…what?”

“Sam.” Jake sounded stern, like he’d ran this race a million times. He wouldn’t be swayed by the kicked-puppy look Sam was giving him. “Enough. Just leave it. She was mine first.”

“Yours?!” The word exploded from Sam’s chest at a volume that scared both of them. “Tell me you’re joking, dude. Say this is some stupid fucking prank you’re playing on me.”

“Oh, so you didn’t know? Or is this just part of the playing-dumb act?”

“Didn’t know what?!” Sam nearly screamed the last word.

“That we’ve been hooking up…?”

“Of course I didn’t fucking know! She never told me a damn thing!”

“Oh, I’m so shocked she didn’t tell you,” Jake said, his voice laced with mock pity. “Even after you blew up at her for nothing? After that first party? Remember that, Sam?” His volume started to rise to match Sam’s, his words dripping with malice.

“Don’t you dare bring that up. That’s between me and her.” Sam shoved a finger against Jake’s chest. He barely flinched.

“Well, you really fucked her up. So she came to me.”

“I don’t believe this shit. When?”

“Halloween. You didn’t notice when we left? You were so busy talking about your other little thing with Daniel, you didn’t even notice, did you? Speaking of which, what'd you do with her? Just kicked her to the curb the second you got a chance to steal my girl from me?”

It was taking everything within Sam not to just start swinging at Jake. “First of all, that's not your business. And don’t fucking talk about her that way. She’s not yours. In fact, she told me she's liked me for ages. Guess you were just filler while she waited for me.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see Josh and Daniel, listening in from halfway down the stairs. The two of them had seen enough spats of this kind to know not to interfere, not until a line was crossed.

“And you kept her waiting forever. God knows if she’s even telling you the truth, considering she chose me long before you.”

“When’s the last time you even spent time with her, huh?” Sam was furious now, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Though his mind was far too chaotic right now to direct that anger towards anyone but his brother.

“I mean, it was– it was a while ago.” Jake’s resolve faltered, his voice breaking.

“And how many times…?”

“Twice.” Jake shrugged his shoulders. “But she was still mine long before you.”

“Wow.” Sam laughed, a humorless bark of a sound. “Slept with her two whole two times, and you’re acting like she’s your fucking property. Jesus christ, Jake, have some respect.”

“Respect? You wanna talk about respect while a few weeks ago, you were out there eating my leftovers in the fucking bar bathroom–”

Sam didn’t even feel himself move when he pushed Jake to the ground with a forceful shove. He climbed on top of him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, fist reared back. He could hear Daniel and Josh’s footfalls clattering down the stairs as he swung, his knuckles cracking against Jake’s cheekbone. Jake just barely managed to get off a shot in return, the back of his fist landing square along Sam's temple.

And just like that, the line had been crossed. Josh and Daniel were there in seconds, pulling the two brothers off of each other with shouts of “chill, chill, calm the fuck down!”

Daniel’s arms wrapped around Sam’s, pulling him away from Jake and restraining him from moving closer. Josh kept Jake pinned to the floor by his biceps. Insults flew from both of them, hurled with intent to hurt the most.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you!” Daniel boomed, his voice carrying above the commotion. “You both look fucking stupid, fighting over a girl!”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Sam asked, pulling against Danny’s arms, though his efforts were futile.

“I didn’t know it was any of your business who I fuck.”

Sam said no more – he had nothing left to say. He ripped his arms out of Danny’s grip, and trudged up the stairs to his room. Behind him, he could hear Josh’s peacemaker-voice urging Jake to please leave it.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to break something, he wanted to call you, he wanted to cry himself to sleep, all at the same time. Above it all, he felt stupid. Of course it had been that way all along. Of course those hickeys had been left by Jake. He’d given you the benefit of the doubt, assuming it was some hookup. Since that first party, when he’d be wrong, he figured you knew the rest of the family was off-limits. You never saw it that way, he now realized. How stupid of him to try to set such a selfish limit on you.

He sat on the edge of his bed, his phone in his hands, choking back tears. It had all seemed so perfect for a little bit, there. He’d successfully navigated the minefield of your affection, he’d stopped talking to the other girl. Just another mistake – why didn’t he tell you he wasn’t talking to her anymore? He could barely even remember what her face looked like, every memory of his clouded with visions of you. Outside, the birds sang on and the sun shined, blissfully unaware of how Sam’s entire world had come screeching to a halt all at once.

There didn’t seem to be any way out of this. As usual, the one he truly wanted had slipped through his fingers. He should be used to it, by this point. Every time he got close, it ended in flames. Someone always got hurt. This was the last time. He couldn’t do this again. He swore to himself that every other girl, from here on out, would be only a friend, or hidden far away from his family.

He thought that phrase over a few times. Every...other…girl. Who else could there possibly be, besides you? You were different. You didn’t fit in the usual rigid box of his “type” that he so carefully curated. Yet, you’d still managed to captivate him, body and soul, in a way no one else ever had. He hated to think that you really were special, a league above all the rest in every way possible.

Except, you were special. It was a phrase he’d heard echo in his head without his consent so many times – the one. That was you. Everything about you was so indescribably perfect in his eyes. It was like he had fallen in love with an angel, one that flew from his grasp the moment he wrapped his arms around you. Maybe he was being a bit dramatic. It had only been a few weeks of knowing it was mutual, after all.

But this thing you two had together, this connection, it seemed so much deeper than anything he had ever felt before. He didn’t even know he had this level of love in his body for somebody. And now, it was being snatched away from him. It was his own fault in the end, he surmised. He hadn’t taken the chance when it was laid out in front of him, and you’d fallen into the arms of someone else. But why did it have to be his brother? And why hadn't you told him? Why had you lied straight to his face? Was he not worthy of the truth?

He had done the same, falling into the arms of another when he’d so foolishly assumed you didn’t like him after his various, mostly botched, attempts at flirting. He almost felt sorry for that poor other girl; she had only been a vessel for the feelings he could not give to you. As Sam lay in his bed, tears quietly staining his pillowcase, you were none the wiser. That night, you slept peacefully, dreaming of him and the future you were so eager to share. If only you had jumped when you had the chance.

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