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toomanybiasesss · 10 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | enhypen vampire ff | 01 |

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༊*·˚ synopsis. Welcome Students to Lakewood High! Where the most widespread boys happen to be vampires and even werewolves. When a mysterious new student, Choi Y/n, transfers to Lakewood High, the boys find themselves particularly drawn to her. As horrendous incidents begin to piece the academy apart, enemies start to unveil, and mysteries start to confound, it is all up to Choi Y/n to save the fate of all.

༊*·˚ genre. fantasy!

༊*·˚ wc. 2.3k.

༊*·˚ warnings. none!

༊*·˚ a/n note. ahh this is my first post ever! i hope you guys will like it. i went more into detail about this in my trailer video posted on this. feel free to give ideas, suggestions for future posts! this will also be visible on wattpad.

༊*·˚ pairings. enha!femreader.

༊*·˚ playlist link!

CHAPTER 01 ;; _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

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It's just absurd. Don't you think? Changing prosperous academies? It's even more ominous that my parents are sending me away for school. I am not the type to get overly enthusiastic about everything or anything. Sometimes this sounds like an excellent possibility to get away from your family, But I prefer to be; by myself, on my own, in my personal space. I have my secrets. Power? Abilities? Not something you often see, maybe only with the fiction tale. It will be an amusing semester. New possibilities and adventures. Right?

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The car comes to a halt, and I look outside of the academy, Lakewood High. Famous for outstanding achievers, bringing out the richest of families, and its remarkable history. A school; that's full of all sorts of secrets and royalty. That sounds like the deal I like. I watch as students appear to the outside. Their laughter of them echoes through my ears. Some even with smiles. Mhmm? Seem like school is out for the weekend. While in my daydreaming self, a voice makes itself known-

Driver: You are going to love it here, Ms.Y/n.

You were coming back to validity, just responding to the older fellow in front of you with a smile and nod.

Driver: Leave me to get your belongings out for you.

The driver excitedly makes his way out of the car, fast to retrieve your luggage. You take one good look before sighing and finally opening the door to the car. You're immediately met with a fresh breeze and the smell of scentful flowers. You close your eyes and take in the stunning scenery.

You: Isn't it lovely?

Driver: Sure is!

As your eyes, open wide, your baggage is already beside you. You were surprised by the two knocks behind you; on the roof of the car.

Driver: Remember to have lots of fun, okay?

You: I know.

Driver: Your parents are just a phone call away.

You pause for a second before saying-

You: Thank you, Quinn.

Quinn flashes a big smile as he opens the door to the car. The car starts as it soon drives away. You give one last wave. As you now stare at the tremendous academy in front of you. The academy was disturbingly exquisite but still looked aesthetically gladdening from the outside. You give another sigh as you grasp your luggage and make your way to your newly awaited school.

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You enter the school. As you look around, you notice some students engaged in their conversations. The academy starts with an elegant staircase with fabulous chandeliers hanging from above. Your eyes continue to observe the school full of royalty.

???: Ms. Y/n, Welcome to Lakewood High!

A voice catches you by surprise. Must be the principal?

???: I'm principal Mae, but you can refer to me as Mrs. Mae.

The woman walks up to you to greet you with a smile. She is well-presented, well-kept and speaks with her firm British accent. You beam at her while offering a hand, which she shakes in return.

Mrs. Mae: This way, please

You follow her up the stairs while still observing the school itself. You look down only to see that the students have taken notice of your arrival. You notice the whispers and stares from the other learners. All eyes stay on you as you walk up the staircase. The new girl detected reward. I despise it.

You soon make it toward a door with unique designs on it. Mrs. Mae opens the door leading to a spacious lounge. Wow. Neat. You make your way inside while closing the door behind you.

Mrs. Mae: Take a seat, Y/n.

Mrs. Mae makes her way to her desk and takes a seat. You look around the room filled with vivid paintings and various illustrations.

Mrs. Mae: We usually don't accept students during the semesters, but your parents happen to be good friends with me. So, I couldn't say no.

The woman says while you take a seat right in front of her.

Mrs. Mae: Ohh Y/n...

Mrs. Mae takes your hands and holds them in hers.

Mrs. Mae: You look just like your mother.

You smile at the compliment. You've heard it countless times from other people, so it wasn't new to you. You soon retrieve your hands to yourself.

You: May I ask, how'd you become friends with my mother?

Mrs. Mae stares at you with sparkling eyes in admiration before answering-

Mrs. Mae: Well, she was my roommate. And soon after, we became the best of friends.

You: And my dad?

Mrs. Mae: I met him through your mother. Funny guy, I'll tell you.

You laugh in response because it's true. Mrs. Mae soon giggles with you.

Mrs. Mae: I'm glad they sent you here. You're a courageous and powerful girl. It is the ideal school for you, Y/n.

What Mrs. Mae said made you feel a type of way. You instantly felt a warm sensation on your neck.

You couldn't even describe it, but it felt so potent. It struck from all over your body. It caught you off guard, but you just brushed it off as nothing.

Mrs. Mae: Well, don't let me keep you waiting, you most probably want to go get some rest.

You watch as the lady takes out a key from her desk drawer.

Mrs. Mae: Here you go! Your key to your dorm.

Mrs. Mae gives the key in your hands lightly.

Mrs. Mae: I'm looking forward to having you here, Y/n.

You grin at her while standing up and finally making your way out of the comfy lounge.

You shut the door behind you.

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You glance look at the key to your dorm.

You: How cute...

???: What is...?

The sudden voice startles you making you gasp.

You: Who are you?!

A tall figure of a boy stood right next to the corridor. It was too dark to see his face or calculate how he looked. You could see his dark-colored hair; he had the school uniform on with some agitation to it as well. He started to walk closer to you, but his facial features were still clouded from your point of view.

???: You must be Y/n.

You: Does the new girl thing circulate that quickly?!

Your statement made the boy chuckle with a smirk left on his face.

???: Haha, you don't even know... I'm Lee Heeseung. Nice to meet you.

Heeseung gives a hand, which you gladly abide and shake.

You: Well. Nice to meet you Heeseung, I'm-

HS: Y/n. Yes, I know.

You look down in embarrassment, forgetting that he already mentioned your name when you stepped out of the lounge. Your actions made the boy laugh once again. You eventually find the boldness to look up. You are met by his gaze, reflecting off by the sunlight. You could now see his big doe eyes looking right at you. They were bold and beyond charming. He finally broke the silence between you two, which nearly felt like ten whole minutes had passed.

HS: Well, I'll see you around, Y/n.

You: Ye-

The boy leaves before you finished your sentence. He does give one more look at you before vanishing somewhere at the end of the hallway.

You: Great job Y/n! You already got your first awkward encounter.

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You: This must be it!

You make your way to your dorm door. You unlock the door leading to a large room itself. You enter slowly while looking around the room layout.

A balcony joined the room. You could see a corner that had already been decorated and daubed. On the wall, it had certificates. Coding and Hacking certificates? Seem as if my roomie relishes that type of stuff.

You keep walking around, but no one appears to be around. She maybe had gone out?

You soon start to unpack your luggage until-

something falls to the ground grabbing your attention. You bend as you pick up what seems to be. A letter?

You stared at the letter for a few moments before opening the envelope it was in. The envelope was; significantly nicely secured and had an extravagant red stamp. You open the envelope displaying a black card-

''An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party

To: Y/n''

Interest begins to fill your mind. What's even happening? Where'd this even come from? You see another letter sticker out of the black card. You quickly take it out-

''You're invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wonderful creation

We hope you will be able to come.''

A party?! This school is living up to its expectations. You stare at the letter once more before sitting down.

You: Lee Heeseung...

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You: I guess this is it.

You make your way toward the estate. The place was inside the woods, not too far from the academy. It would be more or less than a five-minute walk. It wouldn't even be a hard place to find since the lights from the party can be seen from anyone's dorm room window. You stop in your tracks to take a look at the grand residence.

You watch students coming in and out. Students are still clothed in their school uniforms. They're laughing all over the place while more begin to enter the abode. The house lit up in all sorts of colored lights. Music can be heard, from where you were standing, but still muted by the distance. For it is in the woods, it was a huge estate. Perfect size for almost inviting every student in the academy. Assumably.

As you begin walking even closer, everything comes into view now. Harmony can also be more legible. You walk up the stairs leading to the front door. Wavering, you open it.

Instantly, the sound of music blasts through your ears. Shutting the door, you start moving past all the students. You look at all of them. Groups danced all over the show, groups were involved in conversations, and groups played games or some sort.

You start smiling at yourself, considering you weren't planning on coming. Quinn would've wanted me to go anyway. You walk into a bunch of rooms occupied by other people, but you're going into the kitchen area, which is quiet. You had your back towards the kitchen, double-checking no one came in with you. Since I still very much like my own company after all.

???: Y/N!!!

The sudden voice catches you by surprise. You quickly turn around. A girl? She's a tall, stunning figure, with long brown hair that came close to her waist and an unforgettable gummy smile. The girl came walking towards you, still giving her gummy smile.

WY: Hi, I'm Wonyoung.

Wonyoung quickly brings you into a hug which you gladly accept. Does she know me?

WY: I'm glad you came!

She finally says, freeing you from the tight hug.

WY: I'm sorry I couldn't welcome you this afternoon. I had some extra classes to attend. But I'm more than happy that you're my new roomie!

The girl says excitingly. So, she's my roomie. You give her a smile and a nod.

Wonyoung gives another grin before turning around and retrieving something.

You: What's that?

WY: Fruit punch.

She turns back, handing you a cup of fruit punch, which you curiously take. You take a sip from the cold served beverage. The liquid makes you gasp with shock.

You: Wow.

WY: Pretty good, huh?

You give her a continuous nod while she laughs at your reaction.

WY: My recipe.

She says while taking a sip of her own. She watches how you continue to enjoy your drink. She smirks as she takes your drink out of your hands.

She puts both of your cups on the countertop as she turns to you. Wonyoung takes hold of your hands.

WY: C'mon, you are the guest of honor. Let's go dance!

She pulls you by your hands, dragging you out of the kitchen. Damn, I wanted more fruit punch instead.

Wonyoung keeps dragging you until you both reach a crowd of students dancing. No, not the area filled with everyone dancing! She finally stops and sways both of you while still holding your hands.

WY: Enjoy yourself!!!

She lets go of your hands and starts falling into the rest of the mass. Regretting your life decisions, you have the urge to turn back badly, but eventually, give up trying since it's too packed. You accept defeat.

You gradually start dancing, moving to the sound of the music. You close your eyes, absorbing the music, falling into the sound of it. Damn. Lights striking while still being visible even with closed eyes. This is fun. Not something I'm used to, but it's seriously not bad.

Your fun soon begins to fade away. Your interrupted with a strong gush of dizziness soon takes over you. Spoke too soon.

You open your eyes to find a way out of the; overwhelmingly crammed area. You met the sight of two guys staring at you. Your vision is too blurry to see their faces. They keep gazing until you push through the crowd. Why do I all of a sudden feel sick to the core?

Looking for a more peaceful spot. You persist through the halls, looking for somewhat of an empty room, stopping by a door, that's closed. Please, be empty.

You push through the door revealing a long narrow hallway. No ways.

You're quick to tone down your pace but still roaming slowly with your steps. Feels off. You look around the narrow hallway. It's dimmed and has vintage-looking paintings. The hallway echoed with dark royalty classical music. Intimidating, to say the least. A restricted room...

You make it to the end of the hallway. The music slowly starts diverting into an echo. The tune went off-sync. Your dizziness grows more prominent to the point you have to grab the wall for support. A wave of heat hits you, breaking you into a sweat.

Shutting your eyes, expecting the ripple of queasiness to fade away. The sound of footsteps makes itself known behind you. It's approaching way faster than it should. Turning your head slightly, you see a male figure standing behind you. His hands are in his pockets. Giggling is heard from him. Is he laughing at me?

You finally make a complete turn to see the male himself. Vision yet becoming visible. You start panting.

???: Woah. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.

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kpop1sworld · 1 year

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enhypen masterlist

Please lmk per dm or comments if you wanna be added to one or mutiple Stories taglists and also what story/stories:)

1. Heeseung

,,to trap a kiss”

bff!Heeseung trying to steal your first kiss at school prom

,,playground bride”

Childhoodbff!heeseung promising to marry you later when your older

,,clear blue sky”

Summer Picknick with romanticbf!hee

2. Jay

,,how to win a prince”

A new game show were 100 girls have to do different things to win the heart of a mysterious man who later turns out to he prince!jay

,,a year in paris”

Fashionstudend!reader coming back from a year abroad from Paris for a year to learn even more about fashion while bff!jay spended the year realizing his feelings for reader

,,before us”

Where daddy!jay and mommy!readers kids ask them to tell them how their life was before they had had kids as a bedtime story

3. Jake

,,his and her summer”

Reader being a supervisor for a summer camp and meeting summer!romance!jake the super cute supervisor all the girls were talking about

,,to catch a dream”

Engene!reader who wakes up with a hangover from a ,,dream” with bias!jake that kinda felt to real

,,the summer prince“

Nerd!non!socialmedia!having!reader meeting summer!romance!prince!jake and having the time of their lifes snd later finding out he is actually s prince

4. Sunghoon

,,mister nice”

Bf!Sunghoon meeting readers family

,,the accidental princess”

Reader not knowing prince!sunghoon is a prince until they are getting married

,,the grinch who stole the valentines”

Highschool!heartthrob!sunghoon making every girls Valentine hell because he doesn’t wanna be their valentine because he only wanna be nerd!readers valentine

5. Sunoo

,,one kiss less”

100 days until fiance!sunoo and fiance!reader are getting married and they agreed on only kissing once a day when it feels the most special and sunoo taking reader to their special spot to koss reader there

,,to capture a heart”

Shy!sunoo trying to win popular!readers heart

,,extreme makeover”

Bigbrother!sunoo giving littlesibling!reader a makeover because they asked for it

6. Jungwon

,,spare girl”

Reader always being everyones second choice until they meet gentleman!jungwon who is immediately in love with reader and makes them his main priority

,,rules and roses”

f!Reader living in a sector where Females have to keep different rules but no one knows the rules if you do a wrong rule you get kicked into another sector but like a month later so you don’t know what you did wrong. If you did something wrong you eather get kicked into another sector which is worse or one of the important people has to marry you immediately and important!person!jungwon is just waiting for reader to make one of these mistakes

,,the holiday bride”

where idol!jungwon gets into a marriage scandal which is fake and his family is so happy that they finally gonna meet them over the christmas holidays that he doesn’t want to disappoint them and pays reader to pretend to be his fiance over at least the holidays

7. Niki

,,sky full of stars”

Where bf!niki takes reader to his favorite spot late at night to show her the sky full of stars

,,rich and ready”

where idol!niki is obviously rich and reader always getting spoiled and joking about how they were ready all their live to spend all that money

,,war of the rose”

each year the boys at a specific age have to give the girl they wanna spend their life with a rose or something bad is happening to him and many guys trying to give popular!reader a rose and fighting for her but reader just waiting for !secretbf!idol!niki to visit reader in their hometown for new year to give them the rose

Probably gonna do a taglist please ask to be added to that taglist per the question thingy if you think one of these stories sounds interesting^^

#enhypen #enhypenxreader #heeseung #heeseungxreader #jay #jayxreader #jake #jakexreader #sunghoon #sunghoonxreader #sunoo #sunooxreader #jungwon #jungwonxreader #niki #nikixreader #enhypenreaction #enhypenimagine #enhypen imagine

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wildbluesorbit · 5 months

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London || JTK

18+MDNI

Paring: asshole!Jakexreader(f)

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I can’t even tell y’all how nervous I am; this is my first fic AND the first smut I’ve ever written. I’m a Third Eye Blind freak and just generally think this song is one of the sexiest songs in existence so naturally I knew I wanted to write this fic. Big big love and thank you’s for my editor @tommie-gvf. I loved writing this so much and didn’t think it could get any better until I saw everyone’s reactions.❤️‍🩹

I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and am very open to criticism. Pretty please tell me what you think!

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

Content Warnings || swearing, alcohol consumption, party setting, toxic relationship, jealousy, over possession, verbal aggression, slight physical aggression, big angst, graphic sexual depictions

Kink Content || dom(m) and sub(f) shift, [semi] public sex, dirty talk; praise & [public] degradation, sadism, zelophilia, katoptronophilia, daddy kink, slight impact play, nipple play, dry humping, hand job, ejaculation(f), oral sex(f receiving), penetrational sex

Word Count || 8.3k+

*disclaimer - I have no idea how to write any European, reader’s origin is up for interpretation*

You continue to refresh your phone screen in hopes that it will load a new message or maybe even reveal a glitch.

“You know,” your best friend, Claire, aspires to tempt you back to reality, “that guy hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we got here, right?”

A hum in acknowledgment of her bait is the only thing your split attention will allow as you proceed in refreshing your messages. Even going as far to restart your phone.

“He's kind of cute,” you return another hum as she sings further, “like really cute.”

“Go on then, have a go,” you try to push her self-assigned matchmaking duties back on her.

You have no choice but to be shoved back into the rumbustious surroundings of the overpopulated flat party as your phone is suddenly ripped from your hands. Claire raises it above her head not even bothering to investigate what might be holding you hostage. She is well aware of your antics.

“Please don’t tell me you're texting him again,” she lifts the device higher as you futilely lunge for it.

“He said he was coming,” you begin to gather a defense, “but I haven’t gotten a response since I sent the address… maybe hold my phone a bit higher?”

Claire lets out a monstrous groan of frustration and rolls her eyes, “You really are helpless!”

“I know,” you repine and give her your best pleading puppy dog eyes and hold two starving hands out in front of you.

Begrudgingly she gives in, slamming your phone against your awaiting palms. As soon as your phone is back in your possession you return to refreshing your messages, all in vain of course.

Whenever Jake was in London he always visited you, sometimes even flying you out to whatever part of Europe his show was in or just because he wanted to see you. A trail of one night stands that became ritual.

The nights always started out modest, the two of you innocently traipsing about parties and bars accompanied by his brothers. You would all share drinks and stories for hours, belly laughing until you were ceased by sore ribs, as if you had all been friends for decades.

Nevertheless without fail, as the drinks poured further so did Jake’s appetite for you. He'd always shadow you with some kind of seemingly harmless touch; a hand on the small of your back progressed into squeezing your knee and then thigh, to tugging you into him by the waist when he was made uncomfortable or wanted to share a secret amongst chaotic surroundings.

One by one, his brothers would slowly fade out; Sam first, then Danny, and Josh was always the last to let the party die, taking it with him when he went. From that point, the evenings between you and Jake would morph into a primitive and sensual burn. Teasing and tearing at each other until the two of you eventually spent the rest of your night curled around the other. Once again, darting back to your guarded bubble of shy soft intimacy; neither of you willing to accept it was different from anything else anyone made you feel. Time spent together was something the both of you always rushed through days for, memories neatly placed in a treasure chest of beloved keepsakes when it was over.

But lately, it was different. Something brittle and bitter had blossomed. Jake had gotten only bigger and busier. Sometimes, he’d pule about missing you so naturally you’d beg to see him. He’d send beautiful trinkets and fine clothing from whatever part of the world he was in that next week to ineffectively make up for his absence no token would ever emulate.

Though you are elated for him, you are also acutely aware of your need to move on in order to outrun the pining tidal wave that threatens to swallow you whole. You’d tried before, but no man was Jake. And seeing you with other men only spelled him into a envious fit. A sight that tormented you both, the other too afraid to cry out as nothing was ever set in stone.

So instead you’d go to war over some irrelative thing and he’d ultimately swear on his beloved he didn’t give a shit about you and when or if he’d see you again; only to gift you some pretty peace offering in amends to offset the vigorous cycle once again.

Like a vinyl record against the needle, the two of you are going round and round the same circle; different songs, same sonic. You know if the pattern continues, you are slowly headed towards the dead wax. You hope tonight will mend the broken pieces between you as he vowed he’d come to spoil you a few weeks ago.

“You need to cut him off,” Claire has stated her stance on the situationship brazenly before, “all he does is treat you like shit. He entertains you from a distance and keeps you waiting until he wants to get his dick wet.”

Having been through this debate with her many times, you only frown and exhale, “It's not like that and you know it.”

She mirrors your disapproval, “Isn’t it?”

Just as you are forming your rebuttal your phone buzzes in your hands; confiscating your ability to exist anywhere other than your screen. It might as well have looked like you were going to dial 9-9-9 the way you dementedly scramble to open your phone.

JAKE:

Hey, angel. Sorry, I got stuck at this dive with my brothers and now they don’t want to leave. I think we’re just going to spend the rest of the night here. Maybe I’ll catch you next time?

You had not been enjoying your time at this party. You had been ignoring your best friend. You had been ignoring cute flirty strangers. You had been exuberantly anticipating Jake’s company tonight for months. All to be left on read, pathetically pining for hours now; all so you could be stood up by the man.

Your chest bursts with flames of mortified resentment, fueled by his impudence. Irate does not even scratch the surface of how your heart pounds. Your blood is scalding, skin scorching.

Jake made you feel stupid yet again.

Your face must give you away before you can even get out a word of impertinence as you look up from the insolent text to see Claire smugly sipping her drink.

A knowing smirk spreads viral across her face, “He's not coming, is he?”

The last thing you want to do is tell her bitch ass she is right in your state of red. Instead, you offer her a question you know will sate her pride without feeding on your wounds.

A vengeful grin takes hold of you “Cute stranger checking me out, you mentioned?”

You have never seen her look so pleased with herself as she nods in the direction of a man at the end of the bar whose gaze you hold.

There is no way you are going to let this night go to waste. Not after Jake made such a desperate-looking fool out of you.

You decide if he is going to ignore you it's going to be his loss, not yours. You are not going to let him waste your time and you are definitely not going to let him take your fun.

You throw your most alluring eyes and innocent smile at the stranger and wave him over. He returns the greeting and calls some indiscernible phrases out to the bartender before receiving three drinks and walking over to your table.

He is tall, dark, and handsome. The complete opposite of Jake. A promise of great distraction.

He sets the three drinks down at your table pushing two glasses of what he claims to be screwdrivers towards Claire and yourself. He then proceeds to introduce himself as Hunter through an almost seemingly painful giant smile.

You can’t help but compare it to your favorite pretty and childlike grin Jake always wore, a sight you ache for.

You cordially engage in small talk with him, asking and answering the procedural “Where are you from?”, “What do you do?”, and “What do you like to do?”; fitting in the occasional desirous glances and seemingly innocent yet lingering touches when appropriate.

He is definitely funny, but not witty and satirical like Jake’s humor; undeniably intelligent, but not in the philosophical and existential sense like Jake.

You mentally berate yourself for still thinking about a guy who is obviously not thinking about you when Hunter clutches your hand, ripping you from your dissociation.

He points towards the middle of the flat where you see multiple people frolicking about, “Do you want to dance?”

Why the hell not? You throw back the rest of your drink and smirk wide in response. This seems to oddly appease Hunter but you think nothing of it as you feel yourself being towed to the make-shift dance floor.

At first, the movements are modest, just an adventurous activity between acquaintances. But after a few songs, you feel the alcohol rid you of your inhibitions, most likely against your better judgment, but at this moment you can’t seem to wrap your fingers around any care if you tried.

You grind and tangle yourself up with this man you hardly know. He seems into it and you are blissfully swept away from your afflictions, a win-win. So what is the harm?

As soon as the thought has come and gone, you feel it; an overwhelming perilous sensation of being surveilled. You turn your attention over to where you had left Claire at your table to see her deeply engaged in conversation with Josh.

Fuck. Where there is a Josh there is most certainly a Jake.

You whirl towards the flat’s bar to lock eyes with the source of the sinister stare; an infuriated Jake leaning against the countertop, arms crossed. He holds your gaping stare with a blistering nostril-flared one of his own, licking over his salient bottom lip into that bewitching pout and clenching his jaw.

A small part of you threatens to collapse under guilt as if you have been caught doing something wrong. But you find the majority of you seethes under a new tantalizing flame, devouring any clemency present.

Almost drunk off of this new power dynamic, finally, you have the upper hand and Jake is the one squirming. Of course, you want Jake over this clown any day of the week but he had made you wait almost all night, he can definitely handle a few more minutes.

You spin, now facing towards Jake’s beaming acrimony from the bar, allowing him a full access view to you commandeering one of Hunter's hands connected to the small of your back and slowly guiding him down to your ass, the other to your waist. You press your backside against his pelvis and his hips follow, grinding in the motions of your own.

You stretch upward as high behind you as you can, sinking your fingers into Hunter’s thick black curls. Just to sell it, you showmanly lean your head back against Hunter’s shoulder and whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he leans down into you.

You glance up at your petulant victim to see Jake roll his eyes and throw his head back in a deriding chuckle before he slams down the rest of his pint. Jake is most certainly under your spell.

You tell yourself that each song with Hunter is the last dance until you’re unsure how many have passed. Any concept of time you own is completely suspended in the delicious way Jake looks when he is hungry to devour what he can’t have, and in this moment it happens to be you.

Abruptly, you feel yourself being swept towards the nearest wall and your face being tilted up towards Hunter’s as he cranes his mouth down to meet yours.

It is nice. Pleasurable for sure. He is definitely a good kisser, but again all you can bring yourself to think of is Jake’s perfectly pink pouty lips pressed against yours.

There is no point in tormenting Jake if you are just as miserable.

As you are about to break away from the stale kiss, Hunter’s weight that is pinning you up against the wall unexpectedly falters, sending you fumbling to the floor. You attempt to regain your balance but the room is slightly spinning, a likely side effect from the alcohol in your bloodstream. You might have questioned it having only had a drink or two if your focus wasn’t currently employed by figuring your way back to vertical.

A hand makes its way into your line of sight, offering to help you up. You swat away the aid, recognizing it as Jake’s. He huffs and shakes his head vexed. Jake brings himself closer to the whirling stack of bones that you are on the floor and tenaciously claps his rangy hands around your waist; making a show to assign his fingers in the exact arrangement where Hunter’s had just been. He devoutly springs you to your feet as if you'd rehearsed the move. As soon as you gain your footing you step back from Jake and dust yourself off, despite landing on a clean floor.

You inspect your crumbs of clues; the boys glaring at each other and at the brink of verbal warfare. You arrive at the conclusion that a fuming Jake had let all restraint dissipate as he shoved Hunter off of you in his impulsive fit.

“Why don’t you go find some other victim to slam into a wall,” Jake snarls, “she’s had enough for tonight.”

“She didn’t seem to have a problem when she was dancing all over me,” Hunter shoots back genuinely confused, “are you supposed to be her boyfriend or something?”

You race to interject, “He is not,” addressing Hunter but then throw your finger in Jake’s face, “and you have no right-”

Hunter takes one big territorial step to cleat himself between you and your oppressor. An exasperated Jake scowls at your fictitious defender and back to you, his features melting into a sickened sight as if to ask if you are really going to allow him to be vilified as the threat.

Of course protection from Jake is the last thing you will ever need. He could say whatever he’d like but Jake will never lay a harmful finger to you.

However, the hunt makes the game. You subtly shrug at Jake and let the mens’ egos carry out your dirty work.

Hunter sets his fist on Jake’s sternum in an attempt to get him to step back, “Mate, she doesn’t seem to be into it so why don’t you give us some space.”

This is the trigger that detonates the antagonized man just in front of your human shield.

“Oh trust me, mate,” he mimics Hunter in an explosion, the shrapnel riding your blood to your cheeks, “when I say I happen to know what the little slut is into and it is definitely not-” Jake is cut off by a panicky Josh now stepping in between the two before Jake can say anything he can’t take back.

Josh seems to instruct his detesting brother through glances. You always find it hard to properly digest a situation with the appropriate amount of severity when the twins begin conversing with mere facial expressions.

It only lasts for a second or two before Jake refixes his glare towards Hunter. Mirroring Jake, Josh returns to Hunter with an antsy smile and places a friendly hand on his barely-reachable shoulder, as if he is about to deliver bad news.

“Sorry about him,” he starts to mediate, motioning towards his fuming twin he shrugs and chuckles nervously, “tequila makes him aggressive.”

You almost giggle at Josh’s flamboyant rescue. He is a detail oriented man who is verbally quick on his feet. He usually paints pictures you can not poke holes in. So you know he must be distraught or drunk as you hadn't even seen Jake drink an ounce of liquor since he arrived.

However, Hunter doesn’t seem quite as amused as he slaps Josh's hand off and grunts, “Whatever, I don’t do crazy exes anyway.”

He insincerely waves you off and facetiously blows Jake a kiss in one last satirical jab before sauntering off, dematerializing amongst the crowd.

Jake now recoils from Josh’s touch and waits for him to vanish as well. However, Josh’s sight seeks you and bears a disapproving nod, warning you to behave in a glower. For a split second, you forget he is a twin as his protective demeanor is all that of a vigilant elder sibling.

Nevertheless, Josh makes his way back to where he had been so unnecessarily interrupted and dragged away from Claire.

Your attention gravitates to Jake in daggers. Before you can form any thoughts or strategy, venom goes flying past your lips, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!”

Jake swivels his head around, slightly panicking at all the partygoers that had stopped party going to sightsee this freak show. He never likes to be the center of attention unless he has six strings and a fretboard under his fingers.

Nimbly, he leads you by the arm into the nearby bathroom and slams the door shut.

You throw your arms out in confusion, “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”

He fires back, “No, just my patience with you!”

The room is small enough now that his scent circulates and the offensive smell of beer and bourbon attacks your senses; which explains his uncharacteristic boldness.

“Shit, Jake, you smell like a fucking brewery,” you spit out.

He seems to grasp how sloppy he let himself get. Your words siphon a hint of sobriety as he takes a deep breath and now speaks to you with a much more repealed approach.

You can tell he is still upset but is focusing on his convictions for the moment, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.” He hesitates, “And I’m sorry- I have no idea why I called you slut- I didn’t mean-”

You are nearly swept away by the sweet breeze of your angelic Jake; the one that trips over his words when he gets excited and loves to take on whimsical personas of his own invention. Jake that is present and kind, even at the end of the night. But just like a fleeting breeze, you easily withstand his charms.

He may have found his composure but you certainly did not, not that you want to, “I’m fine, Jacob! Want to explain whatever the shit that was?!”

Any remorse present in his tone abandons him, “Oh please, you wanted that! I could see it all over your face while you were messing with that prick. I don’t even know why I'm surprised. You’re like a child who throws a fucking fit. The moment I don't do or tell you exactly what you want you go throw yourself into the arms of some random no-good fuck. I knew you were with him as soon as you went radio silent.”

You narrow your eyes at him. You’re almost suspicious of the blank canvas he’s left for you to fill in with logic; he’s usually ten points ahead when debating, never speaking a vulnerable statement for someone to collapse before him. You are almost hesitant to ask the question.

Your hand finds your hip as a means to reinforce your interrogation, “That’s just it, isn’t it? You don’t own me, Jake! So what if I was dancing with Hunter?”

He rolls his eyes and growls at the mention of his name. If Jake were an ounce more theatrical you swear he would have gagged too.

You cross your arms and lean into the balls of your feet as you sharpen your questions, knowing you have him trapped, “If you knew, why did you even show up then? Why do you even care? It’s not like I’m your girlfriend or anything?”

He blurts out way too quickly to disguise any aloofness, “I don’t care!”

Jake immediately throws his head back in defeat and groans, crumbling under further rumination of your questions, as if they frustrate him as much as they do you, “I don’t know! You just- It kills me to see you- sometimes- you make me so-”

He is struggling to articulate his thoughts without making himself look like the blatant asshole, but you see right through it.

You, however, have no problem spitting the word out. In fact, it progresses the igneous tension between the two of you into a delicious sweltering burn.

You dangle the word right in front of him just to watch him squirm, “Jealous?”

The accusation furrows his brow and tightens his shoulders.

If you didn’t know any better, his sudden dark tone would have you red with shame for such an accusation, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, kitten, you haven’t even seen jealousy. Go fuck that guy for all I care.”

You giggle and raise a slanderous eyebrow, soundlessly challenging his overtly bogus defense. Your defiance vacillates Jake back to his munition.

He charges towards you, his footsteps following the alignment of his pointer finger swinging in your direction, “What the fuck are you smiling at- You know what?! Fuck this and fuck you! You always do this. Always getting me into more trouble than I bargain for.”

Jake is growling in fragments now, growing taller with every step he takes drawing in towards you, surrendering to your gravity.

“This isn’t me! I’m not this person who gets jealous and fights with strangers at a party,” he gestures his clenched fists towards you, arms length away now, “And I don’t like being angry with you!”

Jake corners you between the wall and a stall, yet his rushing commute ceases to falter, “And what’s worse is I actually think you enjoy this! You must get off on this! I think you want to see me lose my mind!”

Jake is close enough that you are now confronted by the moles that cradle his right jaw, the charming silver starting to streak from his temples, the sculpt in the cartilage of his prominent nose, and the slight uneven curl of his upper lip. Details no camera could capture and no screaming fan could ever have knowledge of; intimate details one would ever amass without his admission.

If he moves any closer he would have to kiss you. He scolded you for getting worked up off his anger when he was doing the exact same thing. The worst part being you aren’t even sure if he has caught on to this rage-driven gravitation between the two of you. His face reads “Caution, stay away,” but his body is imploring you to take care of him. He is right where you want him, giving you all the power once again.

He resumes waving his finger at you and stiffly pokes your collarbone. He opens his mouth to make another point but his words never deliver themselves. You see his very thoughts dematerialize as he touches your buzzing skin.

He doesn’t even lift his finger from you, just lets it fall to the start of your breasts, making your chest heave. He subconsciously presses his body to yours; so close you catch his erratic breaths on your lips.

You hastily retort while he is distracted, “That’s pretty amusing considering you're the asshole that ruined my night, not the other way around, slut.”

He rakes the pad of his finger still connected to you, up your clavicle till it rests at the top of your outermost prominent neck muscle, delicately wrapping the rest of his digits around your throat once he runs out of room. He sinks further into your orbit so that he is now hovering just above your features.

“Look at you, just begging for someone to put you in your place,” he rasps out, ever so slightly applying a teasing pressure to reduce your air flow.

Collecting yourself enough to stream your words out in a lazy river, you dare taunt the feral man that holds your next breath between his fingers, “Look at you, Jacob, absolutely rabid with jealousy.”

“I’ve had it with your little attitude,” his hand delectably contorts further around your throat in a fit of conniption as he roars through clenched teeth, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fucking drag me here to make me jealous.”

“Bite me, Jake,” you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

You expect him to snap at you, to reprimand you for your insubordination. However, to your surprise he laps one long stripe from the corner of your pout to the start of your cheekbone. The action expels your nerves into shock; a shudder slithers its way up your spine.

Jake sighs against the shell of your ear, “Is that why you’re being such a little fucking brat? You just want me to bite you, sweetheart? Is that it?”

Your only response is a whimper as a crackling heat awakes between your thighs and your hips grind into Jake on their own accord; giving him the only answer he needs.

Satiated by your feedback, Jake nearly moans at regaining the upper hand, “I swear- and why should I even care, kitten?”

You urgently squeal, struggling against your constricting airway, “Because it’s your fault! I’ve never craved attention until you did this to me!”

Cocking his head to the side to purport the appearance of a disapproving analysis, he mocks your need, “How did we end up like this, beautiful? We are absolutely no good for each other.”

You don’t bother devising a clever response, knowing he’s already decided to give you what you want.

He clenches his jaw and runs his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, twisting the pink muscle into the crevices of his molars, “It’s rude to stare, kitten. Do I need to teach you how to use that pretty smart mouth of yours?”

You only bat your eyes at him, your expressionless face waiting for what you know comes next.

He raises an eyebrow at you, impatient for some response and mutters, “Say something.”

A shit-eating grin sneaks its way onto your face, “Don’t forget to lock the door, babyboy.”

Jake’s once kind eyes grow dark to an absolutely immoral shade of lust. Heedlessly, his lips crash against yours, the sensation you’ve fantasized about since the last time his mouth deserted yours. He tastes of bourbon and peaches.

He slips his hands around your ass and hauls you up to straddle his waist. You wrap your legs around him as he staggers towards the door lock as you instructed, as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you long enough to complete the task first.

Jake places you on the sink and protestingly pries himself back from you, as if starving for more but looking at you was a vital duty he must perform.

His eyes plot you up and down, infatuated with this strand of you, reserved only for him. You don’t have to say a word for Jake to know what happens when he’s away; the way you move for him confesses everything he is already aware of. He is the only one capable of having you completely and utterly vulnerable and unguarded and unadulterated; animalistically yourself.

For the first time tonight, Jake’s pretty pout draws back in a genuine smile for you; a giddy fool and his favorite fix.

He gracefully reaches to untie your wrap blouse and it falls to your sides, uncurtaining your heaving breasts. He hums in satisfaction of your physique.

Jake lightly places his hands on your knees and observes as his fingers featherly dance upon your thighs, only to stop and squeeze into the thick of them until he leaves white imprints. He curls into you, Jake’s perpetually exposed chest rubbing against your newly bare nipples, extracting a hiss from you.

Your core already weeps with need.

The hungry man burrows his face into your neck but stops right before his lips meet your skin, knowing you desperately need his mouth.

He teases you with a tickling whisper, “Fuck- I missed you. They don’t make girls like you in Nashville.”

The ribbing huff of his breath makes you shudder.

You press your hand against his hip, slide it down the curve of his thigh and inward till you map out his hard length through his pants, “I can see, you poor thing.”

Your movement draws a low growl from him in your ear, “Fuck- You see what you do to me, kitten? You see all the problems you cause me?”

You begin to palm him through his clothes and feign out a bratty whine, “Yes, but we always have such a good time, don’t we Jakey?”

Jake begins to eat at your neck while you continue to caress him until he moves down and out of your reach.

He plots out your clavicle, licking down your sternum through the valley of your peaking breasts; delaying his journey to lap one of your nipples into his warm salacious mouth as he gropes the other in his lanky hand. A few mumbled swears fall from you as Jake begins to venture in biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh of your breasts, soothing each spot with candied kisses afterwards.

“Shit- just when I thought these perfect tits couldn’t get any prettier. An absolutely breathtaking sight with my bitemarks,” he pants.

Jake’s mouth resumes its migration south to your goosebump ridden thighs. He sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass, resting his elbows against the corners of the sink for balance as he lowers the rest of his body to accommodate the angle of your glistening center.

His mouth now takes purchase of where his fingertips had just deserted your thighs, kissing away the residual sting; closer and closer to your entrance till his head vanishes, canopied in between your skirt and legs. You feel the heat of his huffing through the lace of your panties. The sensation alone is enough to make you whine with need. Jake then bites into the material of your damp thong, sampling your arousal as he tugs your underwear to the side using his teeth. Jake plants his lips to yours in a row of delicate kisses, making you quiver with anticipation.

“Wider,” he growls out the demand.

You lean back to let your bare shoulder blades rest against the ice cold mirror behind you in order to grant him better access to your wetness. Jake is entranced as he gapes at how the chill glass spells you to hiss and clench around nothing.

He takes a deep inhale of you and slots the tip of his nose against your entrance. In one agonizingly slow movement he reclines his head so that his nose flits over your aching clit as he sticks out the flat of his tongue to follow the lewd trail.

You open your mouth to sing his praises but all that comes out is his name in a hiccuping squeak.

He then wraps his ample lips around your throbbing clit and nimbly sucks it into the warm plush of his mouth, swirling his velvety tongue around your bud.

The deed elicits a piteous wail to escape you and the confiscation of any remaining control over your restless limbs. Your hips involuntarily swing forward, seeking more of his mouth.

He rewards you with a swift smack against your thigh, “Easy,” he begins to plant light kisses on your entrance, “needy little thing today, aren’t you?”

Having not fully removed his mouth from you, the vibrations of his teasing words sends unexpected ripples of titillation humming through you, instigating your reeling squirms further, “Relax, kitten. I know how to take care of you. I know what you need.”

He finally unlatches his other hand from your ass. You hadn’t even registered the delicious sting of his fingers over the imperious pleasure of his mouth; a pain promising to blossom into pretty hues of purples, blues, and greens.

He delineates the curve of your thigh with his fingertips, finally fluttering over your entrance. Impatiently, he hikes your skirt up to bunch at your waist. He savagely yanks your lace underwear down and over your ankles, not even bothering to wait for you to adjust to help slip the material off. He looks to you with a seemingly innocent goofy grin as he pockets his newly pillaged treasure.

You roll your eyes and press your lips together to stifle your obvious giggle. In a feigned offense, Jake snatches your ankles in his grasp to reestablish his authority and your attention. Slowly, he lifts your legs to settle your thighs around his shoulders, careful not to throw off your balance on the porcelain counter.

You lock your ankles around him as his hands pet up your legs and wrap around your thighs to bore into your flesh. Jake reintroduces his mouth to your soaking entrance, sloppily devouring your nectar.

Though pleasing, you know he is holding out on you. Jake loves to hear you beg; for you to pray for what you know he can’t help but give you.

“Jake, more,” you demand despite knowing it will land void.

He immediately ceases his feed and arrogantly reminds you of your place, “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders now, are you kitten?”

Mourning the loss of his mouth, you choke on a sob, “No, Jake!”

He tenderly begins to brush his digits along your skin, “That’s right, but I happen to know that pretty mouth sings a lot lovelier than she barks.”

He moves one of his thumbs to circle over your swollen clit as incentive, making his compulsion undeniable.

You desperately pant out your pleas, “Please- Shit- Please, Jake. I need- Jake- Fuck- fingers?”

“Sorry, baby, you’re not making any sense,” he terrorizes you now, stretching a free digit from your bud to tease your entrance.

You manage to piece together your needs enough to satisfy him, “Jake- please, I need your fingers- need them inside me- I need to soak them- please, baby?”

Your scandalous words draw a sweet moan from him. The vivacious grant of your request tells you he can’t stand to make you wait any longer.

He begins pumping his middle and ring finger inside you, making you mewl his name.

He once again envelopes your clit in his lips and begins to suck and lap you towards ecstasy. You feel the euphoric tension strain your abdomen as Jake curls his fingers around the spot he always seems to effortlessly discover.

“Fuck- Jake don’t stop- please- please don’t stop,” your voice reaches the high pitch only he brings it to.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, you sound too pretty with my fingers inside you to deny,” he coos against your sensitive clit.

Jake’s lustful praises send you into an orgasmic haze as your walls squeeze around his fingers and back arches away from the mirror.

As he feels you getting close, Jake begins to coach you, “Relax for me, beautiful. Can you relax that pretty pussy for me?”

You inventory only enough coherency to wantonly moan, indicating your process of his demand.

“Good girl, that's it. Just breathe and take it,” his praises coerce you into obedience.

Even though every endorphin in your body is imploring you to writhe at Jake’s touch, you do your best to relax and breathe as he ordered. You relent to Jake’s fingers, allowing him to caress into a new spot, a fresh wave of sensitivity finding you.

He knows he’s found the place as soon as you squeal his name in response. He begins to violently fuck deep into you with his hand, pumping in and out of you, his fingertips catching his new target every time, catapulting you into your orgasm. You're consumed by white heat as you soar through your ecstasy.

You’ve cleared through your orgasm yet oddly the tension in your abdomen is not alleviated but is now twice as constricting.

Jake never ceases to send his fingers in and out of you at a furious pace and the pressure that builds is of a different class, requiring your whole body to participate in your release. Where he was once babying his mark, he is now assaulting it; his digits curling into you with every pump. The sloppy sounds of Jake finger fucking you grows louder with every stroke.

His lips swallow your clit, slurping you into his mouth for safekeeping, sending you into overdrive as you approach this new release. Your pussy begins to convulse and contract around Jake but he drives into you faster still.

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me. I’ve missed having you on my tongue,” his words barely make their way into your consciousness.

Your vision begins to black out as your eyes roll back and your slick sprays his face and coats his hands.

Yet, Jake refuses to cease his assault. Your climax builds within you so tight, it rips its way out of you. Your cunt expels a deluge of liquids and continues to pour into Jake’s hand with every dizzying clench of your cunt. Again. Again. And again. Until you are downpour, trickling past his wrist and onto the tile floor.

“Fucking shit- Jacob- don’t stop- I can’t- I’m still cumming- Ja- Baby- Jacob,” your voice melodically crashes and breaks against waves of rasping screams and swearing whimpers louder still, floating off somewhere in oblivion.

Jake thinks it's the most beautiful you’ve ever sounded. Your body finally gives, and you collapse back against the mirror behind the sink. After a few seconds you peek your eyes open to see the mess you made.

He pulls away from you to stand once again and observes his glistening hand in a gaping awe, unphased by your cum dripping down his chin.

“I love when you do that,” he mutters more to himself than you as he slurps your elixir from his own limb.

He isn’t even touching you but the pornagraphic sight reels a moan from you.

“Does my beautiful girl want a taste of her own orgasm?”

He places his fingers along your lips, waiting for your consent. You stick your tongue out and he slides his digits up along the textured muscle until you stifle a slight gag; the veins that decorate his knuckles pressing into your top lip.

He pulls your mouth closer to his with his fingers, slipping them out just before he slides his tongue between your lips; you further taste your glaze as he licks into your mouth.

He impatiently pulls away from you with a hungry groan and scatters to undo his belt. His pants fall to his ankles, his normally hidden curves now visible; a delectable sight you will never grow tired of. His physique is appetizingly curvier than most men and the very view made your dripping pussy flutter without remedy.

Jake catches your ravenous stare and arrogantly quips, “See something you like, kitten?”

Rather than respond, you greedily grab at him and slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. You tug him closer along with the material and shimmy it down to liberate his hard painfully pink penis.

“I missed you too,” you run a finger over his leaking tip, causing his head to roll back in a hiss, “and this pretty cock.”

In one swift movement, you quickly gather your remaining arousal on his face in your free hand and reach down to slather his throbbing dick. You lay messy open mouth kisses along his jaw and neck as you now lightly pump him in your hand.

“Fuck- you’re so hot,” Jake rasps out at the loss of composure; his mouth slacks agape as you continue to jerk him off.

You move your hand to flick at his head and his features further melt in bliss.

“Slow down,” he whimpers, ”I want to be dripping down your thighs, not your hand,” his statement demands your submission.

You can tell Jake is unraveling fast as he starts twitching in your fingers. He is close until he obstinately pulls you away from him by the wrist.

You pout out an apology and he relocates your hands around his shoulders, and grabs your waist as he paints your cheek with open mouth kisses. His tongue works a long stripe behind your ear and sucks your lobe into his mouth.

He speaks through teeth clenched around your cartilage, “You always misbehave like such a brat, but underneath it all my girl is just a sweet thing, aren’t you?”

His intimate words alone render you to a din of pitiful mutters and swears.

You feel him begin to press his hard cock into the thick of your thigh, involuntarily pursuing relief, “You just need someone who knows what you are, hmm? Knows what you need?”

You praise and beg as your center is reintroduced to that familiar ache, “Jake, please. You know what I need.”

The sensation of Jake grinding himself against your leg dissolves all restraint. You try to buck your hips towards him in search of what you want most, but he doesn’t let you succeed. Jake arrests your waist to push you further back onto the sink.

He snickers at your cupidity, “What a greedy little slut. Just came a fucking mess and you already want more.”

You stroke his ego with hopes flattery will seduce him, “Yes- I’m a glutton for you, please, Jake?”

You scoot back up to the edge of the sink and grab at him; mad for his touch. Instead, your ambition is requited with a stinging smack to your cunt as he bellows the command, “Sit still! I’m not going to tell you again.”

You can’t help the fearless groan that echoes throughout the small room.

He bitterly miffs, “Yea? Should have thought about that before you were fucking around with that shit for brains?”

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you gravel, growing more impatient by the second that you can’t feel him.

Your insincere words purchase you no spoils as he taunts you further, “Good- You have no idea. I wanted to break his fucking nose wide open! What was his name again, sweet thing?”

Before you can fashion any remark, he yanks you to teeter on the end of the countertop once again. Jake, shaft in hand, drives his throbbing tip just past your lips, and flicks himself against your sensitive clit.

Your knuckles grip white against the corners of the porcelain struggling to remain in place as you whimper gibberish, “Fuck- Jake- I- MMM- fuck-”

“Look at my good sweet girl, so cock drunk she can’t even remember the pawn she was using to make me jealous a few minutes ago,” he smugly croons.

He featherly runs his fingers through the tresses of your hair. As he smooths down your mane you cave into his touch.

“I fucking hated seeing you with him,” his words drip with scorn, “It killed me. You deserve better because you’re my good girl.”

Lining himself up to press into your labia, he docks his forehead against your clavicle to look down at his toying with you. Slightly arching forward, his pink head only just glides past your entrance.

You are teetering over the line of ditzy, Jake’s tantalizing quips being the only tether before you are too far gone, “What a filthy slut? Playing dirty to get Daddy’s attention?”

Any remaining composure flees from you as the name is growled against your skin and you immediately call it back to him, “Shit- I’m- fuck- I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me?!”

One hand still residing in your hair, he tugs by the root to guide your ear to his open mouth, “Well you’ve got my attention now, my sweet little fucked out thing.”

Without warning, Jake mercilessly thrusts himself inside you to the hilt. You slap your hand over your mouth to silence the obscene wails tearing through you.

Jake promptly rips your hand away, “Don’t you fucking dare. I want everyone to hear my little cock drunk slut sing.”

Without granting you an opportunity to adjust to his girth, he pulls himself nearly all the way out just to plunge himself all the way back in, driving into that magical spot.

Just as that illustrious need grows in your stomach, Jake pulls out completely. You don’t have the opportunity to protest before he gathers you from off the countertop and twists you around towards your reflection. He gingerly presses his touch into the protruding shape of your shoulder blade, lightly ushering you to lean over the slab of the counter. You surrender to Jake’s decree, not willing to risk your orgasm.

Jake finds your fucked out gaze through the mirror and faintly adjures, “I want you to watch as I fuck you.”

You know better than to mistake his lowly tone for submission. You lean your weight on your elbows as you settle against the sink and raise your head to take in every detail as Jake begins fuck into you from behind.

His pace starts off moderate, but every stroke pierces deep. Your eyes are spellbound by the vision of his pelvic bone slamming into your ass with every harsh swing of his hips.

You do your best to keep your eyes visible as his rhythm picks up, but inevitably your head hangs limp, dizzy from your approaching high. You resign from your efforts once he begins to rock into you faster, burying himself further in your cunt.

You are compensated by a half-lidded Jake forcing your head back up by your chin, “Nah-uh. Look at me, baby.”

You manage to anchor your head where Jake repositioned it, but you are helpless to the way your eyes roll back as he swivels his hips rutting into that sweet spot. Jake grants you exoneration as your walls tighten around his twitching cock, indicating you are close.

Your every muscle trembles as you are abraded by your final orgasm. You're too far gone in your trance. You babble a gibbered language of swears and crying moans as you give into the chemical release.

“Just one more for me, babygirl, you can take it,” he hushes you.

You are strung back from your trip by the stutter of Jake’s hips and hiccuping moans. He is close. You see him tire as he curls around you, his panting grunts tickling your skin.

“Come on, baby,” you root for him despite your own overstimulation, “fuck me full. Want it so bad.”

You are captivated by the reflection of his features contorting under bliss as he fights to keep his hips in motion. You roll your hips to follow Jake’s strokes as his high suspends his stamina.

His eyes roll back as he begins to convulse, his dick jerking inside you. He releases, his lewd moan of absolute venery graces your ears as he empties himself inside you, coating your pulsing walls.

Jake goes limp, briefly taking refuge against your backside as he catches his breath and you come down from your highs together. He lazily litters your skin with kisses wherever his lips can reach.

He sighs against your spine, “Fuck- you’re magnificent. Absolutely electric.”

He wills himself to stand vertical, tugging his pants back in place over his hips before he eases you upright. Assisting you with his steady grip on your pelvis, the steamy skin of his lithe chest sticks to your backside. He wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady as your knees buckle upon landing, pulling you into him once more. He bows his head to warrant his lips to lathe your neck, savoring the salt of your skin.

Far too consumed to break away from his sloppy kisses, he tilts his head as his eyes hunt for the reflection of yours, “But I meant what I said earlier, we’re no good for each other.”

He nibbles his way up and sucks at the muscle of your jaw, “I like you way more than I planned to but there’s no way we can continue like this, babygirl.”

You go numb; the only sensation present being pins and needles pricking your chest. His words spell you dumb, abolishing any sense to speak or move.

He delicately spins you to face him once again and tenderly kisses the tip of your nose.

Jakes slightly pulls back to skillfully tie your blouse back up for you, “Whatever this is, it's got to settle here.”

“Jake- you-,” you breathlessly chase for the tail of your thought that doesn’t seem to exist.

He squeezes your hands in his, “I mean it, kitten, don’t call me anymore. I won’t pick up for you.”

The tender manner in which his lips love on you does not mesh with his condemning words.

He draws back to see tears you aren’t aware are now rolling down your flushed cheeks.

He lets go of one of your hands to cup your jaw and kisses the salty sadness from your features, “Don’t cry, baby, you’re perfect.”

He envelopes your lips between his one last time before he brings your hand still in his grasp to place his pucker against your knuckles and whisper, “Please take care of yourself for me, babygirl.”

You are prisoner to paralyzation as those enticing amber eyes abandon you; rendering you to nothing but shattered forsaken ruins strewn across an empty bathroom, grasping and grappling to purchase any sort of rationale beyond the carnage.

You’re forced to silently choke on consternation at the sight of his chestnut waves bouncing against his shoulders as Jake weightlessly vanishes through the swinging door.

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kryptonitejelly · 1 year

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Hi lovely, it’s been a minute

Sending a request for Jakexreader one shot because I miss your writing!!

Hear me out;

College flyboy Jake x reader, lazy snuggled night in after leaving a party early

Bonus points if there’s snuggle and fluff or Jake falling asleep and being awoken and covering your body with his and getting all overprotective and growly at whoever walked in (//not me needing this in my lifeeee)

ok not really a one-shot but college!flyboy 🥹 my heart, and glad you are back 🍯 anon, i have missed you!

Jake notices the moment your social battery drops, sees out of the corner of his eye as you stifle a yawn before swiftly taking a sip out of the red solo cup in hand. He knows the cup which you have in hand is not a mix of vodka and coke which you would have everyone believe, but rather a cup full of pure, unlaced diet coke.

He isn’t standing beside you, but the moment he sees you stifle that yawn, Jake is picking his way across the few people between you both - because he is never that far away - and sliding onto the sofa. You feel the plush material beneath you dip as Jake sinks down beside you, effectively squeezing one of his teammates out and off the sofa as he does so.

“Fucking Seresin,” you hear the half mumble, half chuckle of the displaced teammate as he grudgingly accepts his fate - he knew better by now than to try to get between Jake and you.

“That wasn’t kind,” you state, eyes dancing in slight amusement as you find yourself looking into Jake’s face. He has dropped his own cup onto the short coffee table in front of you which is already littered with an assortment of stray chips, cups, and empty bottles. Jake’s arms are spread, one on the short side of the sofa and the other draped over the back of it, behind you. You instinctively, Jake notices but isn’t sure you do, scoot slightly closer towards him, effectively placing yourself directly in his space and within his wingspan.

“Want to get out of here?” He ignores your jab at him, choosing instead to ask his question.

“But we’ve only been here for an hour,” you say and Jake sees you glance down at your phone screen which you tap with a finger to brighten.

“Not a great party,” he says and shrugs, just as a chorus of loud thundering cheers rings out from the next room over the thump of the muted music which someone turns out louder along with the cheers.

“I think they would beg to differ,” you are now semi yelling to combat the increased volume of music. It makes you lean in further to Jake, and he mirrors your actions, not because he can’t hear you, but because he can.

“Boooring,” he responds before making a face that has you chuckling. Jake doesn’t give you another chance to respond, but chooses to act instead - plucking the cup out of your hand, plonking it on the table, before slipping his hand into yours and pulling you both towards a stand, “c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

You let Jake pull you out through the crowd, following, your body pressed close to his as he navigates you both out of the crowd amidst the thumps on his shoulder and greetings he gets along the way.

You both stumble out into the cool nights air, the shouts and thump of the music from the party now an somewhat muted echo behind you both.

“Bed and bad tv?” Jake volunteers as you let go off his hand once you are both out of the house. He glances down at the loss of your palm in his but doesn’t say anything, contenting himself with watching you instead as you shut your eyes for a brief few seconds, breathing deeply in, taking in the crisp fresh air.

“What did you have in mind?” You ask as you link and arm with Jake, both your feet beginning on the stroll back towards his fraternity. You had left your belongings there before walking over to the party with him, and it was no surprise where you would be bunking tonight.

“Gossip girl?”

“Hey,” Jake feels your palm hit his chest lightly and finds you mock glowering at him, “that is good tv.”

“Whatever you say princess,” he rolls his eyes, the curve of a smile on his lips.

“You’re falling asleep,” Jake mumbles, his eyes fixed on the screen - he hates to admit, but you turning him onto gossip girl - one of the best things ever. He doesn’t need to look to know you are falling asleep, he knows it from the weight of your head that has drooped onto his chest, the way he feelings your breathing slow from the way your body is moving, rising and falling slowly with each breath, from the way your body has subconsciously snuggled closer to his, in search for warmth.

“Mrhmf not,” your groggy, barely audible mumble is the response he receives and he smiles, eyes finally darting down to find you eyes closed, the weight of your head now fully resting on his chest.

“Sweet dreams princess,” he mutters softly; your lack of response tells him you are fast asleep.

Jake is almost at the end of the episode, watching as Blair runs, fully clothed in wedding gown and a tiara to a waiting car outside when he hears the door shift open.

“What,” he growls, voice deep as his arm that is looped around you, rising and falling with the rhythm of your breathing tightens. It makes you shift, and he tenses slightly, hoping it hasn’t woken you, relaxing only as you shift slightly, before your body continues on with the same breathing pattern.

“Sorry man,” the head of one of his fraternity members peeks in, identifies the curled up figure Jake has his arm protectively around before shooting an apologetic glance and backing our slowly, as he moves to shut the door slowly, and soundlessly before backing away the same way he came from. He shakes his head at the two other boys coming down the hallway.

“Not there?” One asks.

“With his girl,” the response comes and the boys “ah” in acknowledgment and understanding before turning to go back the way they came.

“With his girl,” the intruder responds to “Ahs” and nods of agreement from the other two before the three boys exchange knowing smiles and turn back in the directions from which they came from.

“With his girl,” the intruder explains and the other two nod in understanding.

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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ꕥ M Y G I R L F R I E N D S R O O M M A T E M A S T E R L I S T ( M G R )

ꕥ M Y R O O M M A T E S E X M A S T E R L I S T ( M R E )

ꕥ H I S A N D H E R P E R S P E C T I V E S M A S T E R L I S T ( H H P )

ꕥ M E R M A I D S T A L E : T H E D E S C E N D E N T S M A S T E R L I S T (M T )

ꕥ A T A L E O F Y U A N S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ S E 7 E N M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ ↀ O U B L E II R O U B L E

ꕥ T H E O T H E R S I D E

ꕥ O N E S H O T S A N D R E Q U E S T S

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smoking-jakelane · 3 months

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Are you interested in this little oneshot I’ve been working on for the Greta-Valentines Day Post?

Thanks to @seenoversundown for inspiring me to write this little blurb ✨🎳

If you are not able to wait; it’s already out on Wattpad. Just search Greta van Fleet Valentines! || Strike! || JakexReader

Anyways I will post this story on here soon <3

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake boyfriend #jake kiszka fan fic #valentines day

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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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I'm Not Done Writing Songs About You

Jakexreader

Warnings: Angst, recent break up

Summary: Jake takes off to the cabin to get away after a recent break-up.

As the car turns the corner, Jake pulls up to the cabin. It had been a while since he'd been here. In fact, the last time he was here, he was here with you. Images of you dancing and laughing in the kitchen and laying in bed smiling softly at him flash through his mind. Shaking his head in attempt to shake away the memories, he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.

Grabbing his bag and his guitar case, he heads on in. As he opens the door, more memories of you make their way to the front of his mind. Memories of the two of you lounging on the couch listening to vinyls, him playing you songs on his acoustic as you smile and sing along. With a heavy sigh, he tosses his things to the ground.

Making his way through the cabin, he steps out onto the back porch. Taking in the view, he sits and let's the peace of the mountain wash over him. He needed this. He needed the quiet. He needed to think.

After sitting on the porch until the sun went down, he came inside and grabbed his journal from the bag he'd tossed beside the front door. Carrying it over the the kitchen table, he got out his pen and began to write. He wrote all the things he'd wanted to say when you told him that you were leaving. He wrote about how he didn't understand how you could try and make him choose between music and you. About how he resented you for even attempting it. How if given the chance to do it over again, he'd choose you. How the moment you left, his heart stopped beating.

Picking up his guitar, Jake began to play chords to a solemn song. A song about a boy who let love walk away. How the boy would go through space and time to change the ending. About how there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get that love back.

He'd never written a song so easily. It was as if the song poured out of him and through the guitar. Quickly he played it again, but this time he set up his phone and recorded himself playing. After the last chord hummed to a stop, he grabbed his phone and sent it to you. With the words, "It seems like I'm not done writing songs about you." attached.

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cosmolog · 1 year

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Imagine getting this text after the events of Duskwood from Jake. Jake is blue and MC aka Y/n is purple.

Duskwood Detectives - Part 1

Notification: Message from Jake

You tapped into the message only to receive surprising news.

I have a situation. And I can't do it alone, I need you.

What is it?

I found him, Y/n. He's alive

Who?

A moment later he texted again.

I found Richy.

Your eyes widened as you stared at your phone, tears starting to form just by looking at his name on the screen. The man you thought had died in a fire. Richy was alive.

Where is he?

That's what I need help with. I tracked an image of him from a shop cctv footage. He was shoplifting.

He probably doesn't have any money on him ever since the fire...Are you sure it's him?

Positive

Let's get started then.

You hesitated before texting again.

Oh..and Jake?

Yes?

I missed you. And thank you for this.

Just trying to help.

And I missed you too.

Time to find your friend. But, would you tell the others?

Part Two

#Jakeduskwood #duskwood #fanfictions #jakexreader #richy #jessy #thomas #cleo #dan #duskwoodcharacters #lovestory #fem reader #malereader

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toomanybiasesss · 10 months

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𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | enhypen vampire ff | 02 |

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༊*·˚ genre. fantasy!

༊*·˚ wc. 1.9k.

༊*·˚ warnings. none!

༊*·˚ pairings. enha!femreader.

༊*·˚ playlist link!

CHAPTER 02 ;; _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

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???: Woah. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.

Your breathing starts increasing more and more. The tall figure smirks at you while striding closer and closer till you hit the wall behind you.

The boy giggles at the fear in your eyes. Your vision is now in full view. The boy had dark hair and all-rounded dark eyes. You turn your head to look in another direction to avoid eye contact. Closing your eyes. Someone, please. Help me.

???: Stay away from her, Soobin.

Your dread goes away altogether at once. That voice. I know that voice. Hesitating, you open your eyes to turn back to the boy now covering you. Heeseung? Heeseung stares down at the other boy in front of him. Soobin?

SB: Stay out of this, Heeseung.

HS: Can you not see?! You're scaring her. Back off.

Heeseung gives Soobin an arm push of anger, giving the boy a death glare too. You are lost in words, not interrupting the conflict itself.

You still protect yourself behind Heeseungs back, gently holding it for balance, still breathing laboriously.

Heeseung put his arm behind him, reassuring you that you were safe as long as he was there. You watch as the seriousness in his eyes look terrifying. He doesn't seem to be fond of Soobin.

SB: Hah. Typical.

Soobin laughs and moves back a little. He gives you one last striking glare, locking eye contact with you. His glare gave goosebumps all over your body. Both of you keeping eyes locked; the warm sensation on your neck started again. Why do I keep feeling this? Your head starts aching. But this time, it feels worse than when you came into this room

Holding your head, you whine at the pounding of it. You hear footsteps walk further away in the distance before the door aggressively shut. You move your head down in hopes of the pain stopping.

HS: Hey, are you okay?

Heeseung, now facing you, puts an arm on your shoulder. He made sure you were okay and not phased by the incident which had occurred.

His voice sounded like an echo ringing through your ears, dubbed by the sound; of ringing shifting from one side to another of your head. You still groan at the pain.

HS: Y/n! Are you okay?

You eventually gain the strength to look up at Heeseung. You squint your eyes, seeing Heeseung starts looking distorted to you.

You: I'm okay...

You still grunt at the sharp pain in your head, wavering as you try to look for consonance.

HS: You don't look okay, Y/n.

Heeseung holds you by the arms hoping you don't injure yourself by falling. You can hear Heeseungs voice repeatedly asking questions.

Your whole body was still in a dazed. The music in the room from when you entered now cuts off. As your entire mind now goes-

Blank.

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???: Is she awake?

The sound of whispers makes its way to your ear. Flickering your eyes to open, you flutter at the bright chandelier on top of you. Moving your hand in front of your eyes, blocking the lights, you slowly start waking up. Where am I?

???: Guys, she's awake!

Voices are now clear, and your head feels slightly better. You rise a bit from your sitting position. Adjusting yourself, you look around the room you were in, only to see six boys staring right at you. Jumping a bit-

You: Woah! Who are all of you?

It goes silent for a few seconds-

???: She's cute.

The comment made the other boys laugh. Don't smile. Don't smile Y/n. You smiled at the comment yourself but eventually stopped, knowing you'd never seen any of these boys before.

HS: Give her some space. She doesn't even know some of you guys yet.

Heeseung. I swear he appears everywhere I am. Everyone in the room turns to the voice of the older boy. He had a glass of water in his hand, walking to where you're sitting, surrounded by the six others. He smiles at you before sitting down next to you.

HS: Well...

He says, to the other boys, making them spin around to find other seats in the room. The sudden action makes you giggle. Heeseung notices you laughing, smiling to himself; he offers the glass of water.

HS: Here, have some. You might be thirsty.

You smile, accepting it. As you take a sip, the feeling of endless stares makes you pause. Glancing up to the other boys, only to see them all staring at you.

HS: Guys.

The boys quickly stopped staring and continued doing what they were busy with. Is there something on my face? Why do they keep staring? You take one last sip before handing it to Heeseung as he places it on the counter next to him. You take one more look around the room again. It's pleasingly darkened. It had two floors. The top had bookshelves. Same for the bottom one, but it held tons of sitting areas. Mhm. A library.

HS: Feeling any sounder?

You turn your gaze to Heeseung, slowly nodding with a smile. He returns a smile to you.

You: Thank you.

Heeseung beams at you and gets up from the divan you both were seated on. You stay sat as you watch every action taken.

HS: I suppose you already met the boys. They've been waiting to meet you.

Waiting? To meet me?

You look to the boys on the other side of the room. They have shifted all their engagement to you. Heeseung calls out to them to come to sit closer. They all take sits near you and opposite you. You are all in one big circle at this point. What family reunion is this?

HS: I'll introduce you to them.

Heeseung soon begins introducing you to the boys one by one. Each one of them tells stories about themselves and each other. Some of them even try flirtatious motions on you. You chuckle at the antics thrown at one another and even the sarcastic tones made. You were all getting onward well, even losing track of time.

SN: Y/n. You and I are going to be the best of friends!

The cute boy says, vaulting in his seat while smiling at you. Laughing to yourself, you give the boy a promising nod.

SN: She said Yes!

JK: Relax, Sunoo. You just met her.

Jake gently pulls Sunoo back onto his seat. Sunoo still beaming at you. The boys appeared overly interested in you. They made you feel comfortable with them.

JY: Y/n, you must be exhausted.

JW: She must be. She hasn't even had time to settle in yet.

You quickly turn to the clock on the wall to read the time. IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT! You quickly jump out of your seat, standing upright immediately. The rest of the boys follow your movements with their eyes.

NK: Do you have to go?

You: Yeah. It's been a long day for me.

JY: Must have been.

SH: Heeseung can walk you back to your dorm room. You know, Just to be safe.

Sunghoon stirs to Heeseung.

SH: Right? Heeseung.

Heeseung rays at Sunghoon before standing up.

HS: Come on. Let's start walking before we get caught by school guards at this hour.

So... this school does have a curfew... Noted.

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Slamming the door behind you, you let out a sigh, putting your belongings next to the door and taking off your now-soaked shoes. While on the way back to the dorm, it started to pour with rain. I hope Heeseung makes it back to his dorm safely. You turn around to rest your head on the door. Such a long day. You close your eyes for exhaustion-

WY: Y/N!

The loud voice makes you jump from surprise.

WY: Where have you been?

Wonyoung is pacing toward you. Her face showed genuine concern.

WY: I was worried sick.

She rests her hand on your shoulders. She looks even more tense now when she feels your drenched clothes.

WY: Y/n, you are freezing! Are you okay?

You blink your eyes, giving a reassuring nod. Wonyoung looks sad with her big sparkly eyes. You now rest your arms on her shoulders.

You: Don't worry, I'm okay. It just started pouring on my way here. I wasn't alone. Lee Heeseung walked me back here.

Wonyoungs sad face quickly fades away as she hears the name Lee Heeseung. Her eyes are open wide as she grabs hold of your two hands.

WY: Lee Heeseung!

You are baffled by her reaction. Did I say something wrong? Wonyoung grabs your hand as she rushes you to your shared bedroom. She sits you on your bed as she strides around the room. Still confused by her actions, you wonder why she seems nervous.

You: Wonyoung...

As you say her name. she turns to you. She sits next to you.

WY: Lee Heeseung is one of the most popular boys in the academy, Y/n.

You watch as she gets up again, walking in circles in the room.

WY: Shockingly, he walked you home.

You listen to her speak, worrying that you might've done something.

WY: Wait... Did you meet all of them? All seven of them?

Swallowing down your nervousness, you give a little nod.

Wonyoung gasps as she puts her hands around her mouth. She courses next to you once again, still covering her mouth from shock.

You: Is it a bad thing I met them?

Wonyoung shakes her head as she removes her hands from her mouth.

WY: They usually never let any girl speak or befriend any of them.

Still confused, you turn your head to the side, intrigued by the information she's telling you.

You: Now, why me?

WY: That's what I'm trying to figure out! There must be a reason they spoke to you and wanted to know you.

You and Wonyoung look at each other with eyes of curiosity. Why me? There has to be a reason.

Suddenly the warm sensation that's been bothering you since you stepped foot at the academy happened again. This time it felt way more powerful than before. The feeling made coils in your stomach, turning it inside and upside down. You put your hand on your chest to where the warmness is coming from.

WY: Y/n... your neck...

You gape at her as she points to an area around your inlet. Her finger points to the necklace around you. You turn your eye to the silver object around you. Why is it glowing?

The glow kept scintillating with its blinding white strike. The light seemed to have a heartbeat rhythm as it went on. You and Wonyoung were left speechless, not even shifting due to the stupefaction.

WY: Y/n... What is that?

Wonyoung voice of inquisitiveness makes you stop daydreaming. You stood up and walked to the mirror in the shared bedroom, looking at yourself in the reflection.

You: Why is it doing that?

Wonyoung gets up to walk to you. She stands right next to your confused self-

WY: Did you know it could do that...

She said, with an allured voice.

You shake your head, expressing no. Wonyoung leans her body on the countertop behind her, folding her arms together.

WY: That's why they want to be friends with you.

You turn your body to Wonyoung, facing her.

You: What do you mean?

Wonyoung puts her arms on your shoulder as she spins you around to face the mirror again.

You: Did anything strange happen tonight?

You hesitate at the question asked. You begin to remember the incidents from tonight. You probably almost got hurt by some random guy named, Soobin. Heeseung, saving you and bringing you to the magnificent library. Or the fact you met boys that presumably wanted to hurt you.

Do I say this all to Wonyoung? Still wavering, you wonder if you should consult all this with Wonyoung. I don't want to worry her more...

WY: Y/n.

You realize Wonyoung is still waiting patiently for an answer.

You: Why do you say that?

Wonyoung pauses for a bit before turning around.

WY: Your facial expressions are speaking more words than ever right now, Y/n.

Wonyoung says as she lets go of your shoulders and walks to be seated on the bed again.

You gaze in the mirror, eyeing her actions as she moves.

WY: Something is going on. The feeling in my gut is telling it too.

Sighing, having no escape, you give up trying to stifle everything.

You: You have to promise not to tell anyone...

Wonyoung smirks-

WY: I promise.

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gvfgal · 1 year

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Help me choose my next series!

As I’ve mentioned (probably too much), I have lots of ideas for my next series, and because I’m already in the process of working on something else (collab), only one can remain! I’ve struggled for weeks trying to pick one idea to run with, but I decided it’d be best for you guys to choose.

These are the three ideas that I have, and I’d realllyyyyyyyyy appreciate it if you guys left some feedback about which one you’d like to see. I CANT DO IT WITHOUT U GUYS!!!

1. Sons of Devlin

DannyxReader, Dark Academia, AU

After getting the opportunity to study at the prestigious and haunting Devlin Academy of Esoteric studies, you’re quickly sucked into the twisted world of the Sons of Devlin, the schools “rumored” secret society. From the moment you cross paths with them, your world is turned upside down, causing you to question everything you thought you knew, and reveal secrets you never thought could exist. And even worse, you find yourself falling in love with the brooding grandmaster Daniel Wagner.

2. (No Title… Yet)

JakexReader, Biker!Jake, AU, Dark Themes

After his father's death, Jake returns to his hometown to take his place in the biker gang. There, he meets you, the mysterious yet mesmerizing daughter of a deceased member, and you quickly begin a passionately chaotic relationship. Jake struggles to balance the life of the gang with his relationship with you, you struggle to keep your past a secret, afraid it will change things between you.

This one was heavily inspired by my partner making me watch Sons of Anarchy & Lana Del Rey’s music (I’m re-entering my Lana era and it’s dangerous for everyone). Neither the reader or Jake are the best of people in this one (very indie cult theme), and this one won’t include any of the other boys (for the sake of the storyline).

3. (No Title… Yet)

JakexReader, Dark Themes, Age Gap, AU

Jake is a retired army vet who tragically lost his wife and daughter in a car accident 5 years ago. You’re a waitress at a diner trapped in an abusive relationship, and also a crush on the quiet army vet that frequents your job. On an off chance encounter, Jake saved you from a terrible fate, offering you a place to stay while you get back on your feet. But when feelings begin to grow, the once friendly favor becomes something much more complicated.

I imagine Jake being in his mid 30’s, while the reader is in her mid 20’s. I got this idea based off of a dream I had about Hopper from stranger things (no I don’t wanna talk about it). It does have themes of domestic violence, which may be difficult for some, and I also know everyone isn’t comfortable with the whole age gap thing. But overall I think it’d be a very cute story!

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withlovegvf · 1 year

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everlong | Jake Kiszka

dad!jakexreader

summary: Jake teaches your daughter violet simple chords on her new mini gibson and she surprises him with playing Everlong by Foo Fighters with the rest of the boys for his birthday present :)

Jakes Pov

"Vi is gonna freak when she opens her Gibson." Yn giggles, cuddling into my arm as we watch our daughter Violet opening her birthday presents from all of our family for her 8th Birthday. "Well she's been more interested in my playing lately and I thought it was time to get her started on the legacy." I squeeze her thigh lovingly and Yn giggles again laying her head on my shoulder.

"Legacy?" she looks at me. "Yeah! she comes from a musical family. It's time she starts pulling her weight. Who knows maybe she'll take my place on tour so I can stay home with you mama." I look at yn in the eyes as she lifts her head from my shoulder.

"Oh is that right?" "Uh huh" yn leans in for a few pecks on my lips and we turn our attention to Vi opening her gift from Danny.

"Oh my gosh uncle danny! Golf clubs!" Violet pulls the driver out of the bright pink golf bag and starts shimming it in the air while wiggling her little body. "Yeah honeypie! Now I can teach you how to be the best golfer Michigan has ever seen!" Violet smiles and runs up to Danny hugging him tightly, resting her head on his stomach. "Thank you uncle danny. I love you" Danny pats her head, "You're welcome honeypie. I love you too. Now I only see one more present over there and the only people left who haven't gotten you something is mommy and daddy over there."

Violet gasps and looks over at me and yn with an excited smile. "Sam bring the gift over here to us. Vi come here and open it with mommy and daddy." Violet runs into my open arms and sits on my thigh. Sams bring the gift over to us and violet puts her hand on it as if asking to open it.

"Go on honey! Open it for Grams!" Karen smile's holding her phone filming the opening. Vi giggles and hops off my lap and starts peeling off the purple kitten wrapping paper. She gets the wrapping off and sees the mini guitar case. "Oh daddy is that a..?" Open it and find out Bug." Yn urges her with a big smile on her face.

Violet smiles and Yn and slowly pops the buckles of the guitar case and gasp at the sight. A mini lavender Gibson Classic lays in the case waiting for Violets little hands to pick it up. "Oh daddy, daddy it's perfect! I love it! thank you thank you!" Violet jumps into my arms planting sweet little kisses all over my face. "Thank your mama too. She picked the color" Violet looks over at yn and jumps into her arms repeating to her face what she just did to mine.

I lift the guitar out of the case and start messing around with it while everyone tells violet how awesome her gift is. Eventually I've been finicking with the little instrument for an hour and just about everyone has left out house except Josh, Sam, and Danny. Out of the corner of my eye I see Vi looking from my face to the guitar I hold in my hands with a curious look on her face as if she was wondering if she could try some things on the guitar.

"Vi, baby, come here. Lemme show you a few chords." Her eyes light up and she runs to me standing between my legs while I hold my spot sitting on the couch. "Okay now hold it like...that! good Bug you're a natural!" Vi giggles rubbing her head against my hairline out of affection. "Thank you daddy! Okay where do we start?" "Okay so if you hold your finger here and strum the strings like this...." I adjust her fingers then run her hands down the set of strings and the sound comes all through the house. "That's what a simple A chord sounds like!" "ohhhh" Violet nods and looks at me waiting for further instruction. We keep practicing for a few hours.

Yns Pov

After cleaning up the party, I and the three other boys sat on your back porch with some beers and cocktails chitchatting.

"They have been at it awhile! I'm surprised Bug has let this hold her attention this long!" I say taking a sip from my glass of wine. Sam nods his head in agreement. "Yeah me too! That kind of attention span from an eight year old only means one thing: she really wants to learn and be good at the guitar." Josh and Danny huff some words of agreement to Sam. "Oh that's great! Another set of hands i get to listen to strum the strings all night!" Josh laughs and leans over giving me a side hug on the couch. "Oh please Yn don't act like you don't love the idea of a tiny Joan Jett running around here."

I laugh at Josh's comparison. "I guess that is pretty badass. Oh shit! since it's almost six are y'all down for some pizza if i order some?" all the boy express sounds of delight. "Okay! lemme ask them what they want in there!" I open the screen door and walk into the living room and see Jake and Violet in the same spot they've been for a couple hours now. "Hello lovies! How do my little guitarists feel about pizza for dinner?" Both of them nod at me vigorously and I giggle. "Okay then let me place the order. After that I want you to take a shower before the pizza gets her Bug so you don't end up staying up too late. You have school tomorrow, okay?"

Violet sighs with a sad little frown on her face. "Okay mommy! If I do that can daddy keep teaching me for a little bit before bed?" I smile at her and give her a nod. "Yes of course Bug! I am so happy you love your gift so much!"

I head to the kitchen and order way too much pizza for all of us to eat but that's besides the point. Once I get off the phone I walk into the living room to get Violet upstairs to shower. "Okay bug lets get you in the shower so you're clean when dinner gets her!" Jake pulls the guitar from her hand sets it in the case. Violet runs up to me hugging my waist looking up at me. "I'll shout for you when I need you to brush my hair okay mama?" I kiss her forehead and pat her long brown hair. "Okay baby! I love you" She starts running up the stairs. "I love you both too!"

I walk over to the couch and sit on Jakes lap after he's done putting Vi's guitar away. "It looks like we've got a rockstar on our hands huh Mr. Kiszka?" Jake nods pecking my lips then leaning his head into my neck. "I'd say so Mrs.Kiszka. Bug is a natural too. She seems to grasp the concepts super quick and didn't loose interest five minutes in like most young kids. I think she's gonna really take to guitar. Not that i'd be mad if she wanted to play bass but i'm glad she likes guitar." I nod and stay cuddled into jake until i hear Vi calling for me to brush out her hair. I have to do it because her little arm aren't long enough the reach the bottom half and as a direct quote from Violet "The tangles are never as bad when you brush them out mom" whatever that means. "There's cash from the boys on the kitchen counter for the pizza when it gets here." I peck Jakes lips and he nods.

I head up stairs and open the bathroom door to see Violet in her light yellow floral sleep dress with a head full of tangles holding her brush waiting for me. "What's the damage tonight babe?" I say standing behind her looking at her and her tangles through the mirror. "Kinda bad. I think the wind from the big bouncy slide made it worse than normal." I giggle and spray detangler into her long brown locks then start brushing lightly.

After a few minutes of silent brushing Violet soeaks up. "Mama I have an idea." I look into her eyes through the bathroom mirror. "Okay Bug what's your idea?" "Well I got my new guitar and I love it! And I know Daddy and Uncle Joshs birthday is a few months away..." "Four months away yes." "Yeah four months! And I know Uncle Danny and Uncle Sammy can both play the guitar so I was wanting to surprise Daddy with a full song that Uncle Josh sings while we play it for him on his birthday!" I finish brushing Vi's hair and spin her around and kneel down infront on her holding her hands.

"Vi that is the sweetest thing I've ever heard! I just know Daddy will be so overjoyed if you did that for him! And I bet your uncles would be more than happy to help. Tell you what. How about every week after school, one of your amazing uncles picks up and we practice until the big party! Does that sound good?" Violet squeaks and jumps into my arms giving me a bone crushing hug.

"Yes mommy thank you thank you!!! you are the absolute best and I love you so so so so so so much! I promise to learn a Lady Gaga song on guitar for you after Daddy's Birthday!" I laugh into her Lavender scented hair and squeeze her tighter. "Okay Bug! Now go downstairs and I'll talk to your Uncles about it later! Remember don't say anything because we want daddy to have no idea!" Violet nods her head vigorously then the door bell rings. She gasps and runs downstairs to get her grubby hands on some pepperoni before the boys eat it all.

I laugh at her speed then clean up the bathroom from her shower before going downstairs to eat some pizza aswell.

--Four Months Later--

Yns pov

"Uncle Sammy I am super nervous. What if i mess up and ruin Daddy's birthday?" I hear Vi say as I put the decorations around the porch for the Josh and Jakes birthday party. The weather is super nice so a bonfire type thing with snack food and booze is the way to go. "Munchkin don't stress! Have fun and remember you are doing this to make your dad happy. Even if you played the ABC's on that guitar of yours he'd be insanely proud." Violet giggles and Sam lifts her in the air, spinning her around attacking her face with little pecks.

Josh walks over to me with a fold out table in his hand asking where i want it. I tell him over by the table with all the snacky stuff on it. "How is she gonna do tonight J? She's super nervous and I'll admit I did not expect Everlong to be the song of choice for a novice." Josh laughs as we walk together to set the table up. "Yeah but honestly lil twerp is a 90s alternative rock fiend and we couldn't get her to change her mind. And I quote "I wanna be just like Dave Grohl when I grow up"" I laugh and adjust the table with him until it's stable.

"Sounds like my baby. I just hope she's not worrying too much. It hurts my heart to know she's so nervous." "She'll be fine. Really. She has been consistently playing the song all the way through with minor, silly mistakes for about three weeks now. I think she's gonna nail it." I nod and walk off to set up the mini bar inside. Once I'm done I get myself and Violet dressed for the party.

"Mommy I hope daddy likes my playing tonight." Vi says as I finish fixing her long braid. "Bug he is going to adore and think it's super sweet that you thought of him like that! Now stop that worrying and go help the boys set up everything in the backyard." I spin her around and give her head a kiss and she runs out of the room to help get things ready.

I put the finishing touches of the makeup on in our bathroom then start downstairs to the kitchen to wait for friends and family to start arriving. I made jake go get his own birthday cake an hour away so that we could set everything up so he wouldn't be suspicious of all the band equipment in our yard.

I start welcoming all the close and distant friends and family to the backyard and tell them make themselves comfortable. After about twenty minutes jake tells me that he is here with the cake.

"Hey baby, could you help a guy out a little bit?" Jake grunts as he struggles to get the full sheet cake through the door without dropping it. "Oh of course i'm sorry!" we finally set it on the kitchen counter and jake leans in to kiss my temple. "Making me get my own birthday cake on my birthday. How evil and mean spirited can you be?" I giggle and put my arms on his neck and hug him into me.

"Oh you know me just the wicked evil mom who wanted to save my ears the complaining i would hear if you had to set up your own party. Josh didn't mind though. He's always been more laid back than you." Jake looks at me as if i've lost my mind. "Yn you take that back right now." I giggle and start slowly backing away from him shaking my head. Then suddenly start running to the backyard with everyone.

Once we call a truce and make it to the yard everyone start greeting Jake and telling him happy birthday. He kisses his mom on the cheek giving her a big hug. Then he notices the band equipment. Everyone is holding their instruments at the ready but no guitarist in sight. "Um babe did you forget to tell me i'd be preforming with everyone tonight? Wait why the fuck would i preform at our own birthday party?!" Karen slaps his chest and scolds him for his language. "Babe...the boys and I wanted to help Violet with her birthday present to you. When she got her electric guitar she said she wanted to perform for you for your birthday. She's and the boys have been working super hard for the last few months"

Violet walks from hiding behind Danny and his drum set to the right of Josh where he usually stand. Her purple Gibson in her hands at the ready. Jake covers his mouth and walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on top of mine speechless, ready to hear our daughter play.

"Okay before we start, Skeeter is there anything you wanna say?" Josh walks over to Violet and bends down giving her access to the microphone. "I love you more than the entire world daddy and i hope you like this song. And if i mess up i'm sorry" Jake laughs at the last sentence along with everyone in our family and dabs the tears that are coming from his eyes. He puts his sunglasses on to hide his emotions but i squeeze him tight and give him a kiss on the cheek, comforting my big softie.

The opening sequence of Everlong starts and Jake turns to me with his jaw on the floor. "This is a hard song on the guitar. Bug is really going all out." I nod. "She's been practicing every time you leave the house and for hours with the boys. She loves you so much." I snuggle back into Jake and continue enjoying our Bug play the guitar.

Once she was finished the cheering was as loud as one of their sold out shows. Vi put her guitar on her mini stand and ran over to jake. He picked her up and spun her around, leaving little kisses all over her face. "was that good daddy? Did you like my present." Jake stops spinning and holds her cheek in his hand.

"Bug that was the best present I've ever gotten. I love you more than the entire world too bug."

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The baby fever is real. Also sorry the ending is kinda abrupt i just wanted to get something out into the void. Also i can't speak about Meeting the master that came out today I JUST CANT

-withlovegvf<3

#gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #jacob thomas kiszka #dad gvf

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enha-doodles · 2 years

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“ HER GLISTENING EYES ”

Pairing : jakexreader! Genre : fluff , social media au

Format : Images , written , images

You were really nervous . Your crush just texted you that he wanted to meet you because he has something to say . Did he get to know you like him ? Was he coming to break off the friendship ? Jesus fuck if that happens you don't know how heartbroken you're gonna be . You knew this crush of yours will get you intruoble one day that's why you didn't even confess to Jake but here you are . Your shift was over and you had changed into the extra pair of clothes you kept there . You were waiting at a table when the café bell ringer and you saw Jake entering looking tensed . Shit he's definitely here to say how he doesn't wanna be my friend anymore, thats the only thing you could think of . His eyes searched for you and when you both made eye contact , his heart thumped in his chest . Your glistening eyes were looking his way , they were most beautiful thing he found in you . Hell that's how he fell in love with you . You both have been friends for nearly 1 year and a half and you both started liking each other when you started getting close. But neither of you had the guts to confess and you both didn't wanted to ruin your friendship so hiding it seemed like a better idea . He came to the table and you both hugged to greet eachother and then sat down . "hello y/n" he smiled at you . You returned the smile "what's up Jake" he cleared his throat looking clearly nervous "oh um now don't freak out or something from what I'm about to say , just listen to what I wanna say and then say your decision okay ?" You felt like you will cry , is this how- waittt , he said then say your decision , " I really love you y/n , from a year actually . I just wasn't so brave enough to tell you how you make me feel , how my heart beats 100 times faster when you're around , just how preatty you are and how I never wanna let you go . Your eyes , the way they glisten everytime I'm looking at them , your beautiful smile that makes my day and oh my god your laugh , it makes me feel at home . I was too much of a coward to not tell you earlier but now I have the strength, so it's okay if you don't like me back . I'm just happy I could finally tell you all of this and I hope out friendship doesn't end because of this " he finished everything in one breath and looked at you to find you looking at him shocked but then your expression changed . He expected you to stand up angry , slap him and leave from the café but instead you smiled brighter than ever and hugged him tightly " I hope this is not a prank or something sim , because I fucking love you too " he was gonna faint . You like him back ??? While you were on cloud nine . Your crush literally confessed to you while you were thinking he will break off his friendship with you . God the way he expressed everything swelled up your heart and you couldn't wait to list of the things you like about him too . " Oh my fucking god , tell me I'm not dreaming , tell me it's all true and that this is not you joking around " he said while looking in your eyes . You answered him by kissing him , when you pulled away he was looking at you so admiringly. "So will you be girlfriend forever?" You smiled at him while putting your head on his shoulder "forever sim "

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wildbluesorbit · 5 months

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London Series || JTK

18+mdni

Paring: Jakexreader(f)

Summary || Jake has a lover that lives in London. He visits her every time he’s in town, but recently the simmering situationship has taken a toxic turn.

A/N: Will they? Won’t they? Prepare for whiplash:) Give a listen to the song that inspired the story. All the love in the world to @tommie-gvf for editing this piece and putting up with all my weird questions. I ask for your patience as I’m a beginner and this is my first fic. I am very open to criticism so pretty please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think! That said, I have no words to express just how much all the love and attention y’all have already given London means to me xxx

MASTERLIST

London

London II: Refined • London II: Uncensored

Wounded: A Continuation of London

Wounded II

Wounded IIS

Wounded III

EXTRAS

London: Holiday Prelude

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avatarl0v3r · 1 year

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i just bought avatar the way of water, so ima start writing a jakexreader on it….rn…as we speak

currently crying of happiness 😫

#avatar way of water #avatar

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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Toy Story - Teaser JakexReader

Okay so an anon ask had me remembering of a teaser i started for Jakes story, but had never finished it...until now. Please also note, the title of this series has nothing to do with Pixar's animated series lol.

Warnings: MDNI18+ (no smut, but smut related things are implied) this story will have chapters that will contain smut...*ahem* just read the teaser and you'll see.

Not proofread, i just went ahead and finished this asap so i could get it out to yall since its long overdue. This takes place in the same AU as MGR/MRE/HHP and HeethanxReaden are referenced and will make appearances in future chapters. Readen will be referred to as h/n or Eden. enjoy!

With a tender kiss to your lips, all your hesitation and worries disintegrated.

“There. Better?” he inquires as he gently embraces your waistline.

“H-how…since when were you…like this?”

“Mm-well…since I was old enough to grasp and understand the concept of sex and relationships, I guess.”

You and Jake had been dating for about a month now. Having just moved here, transferring to your new college so you could be closer to him, you started to wonder if perhaps you had taken steps way too early. Yet…

‘Did I? Is it truly wrong? He’s so caring and loving to me…does that all change just because he told me his secret?”

“Jake…I don’t regret a thing…but I can’t lie to you. I’m not sure how I feel about your…your-“

“…Sexual deviance.” He softly finishes for you, after taking notice that you had a hard time completing your sentence. Laughing as he bit down on his lip, a habitual trait he commonly does, he leans in and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Yeah…I get it. Which is why I never really told anyone…but I love you. I won’t ever do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

Your curiosity peaked, considering that you were a virgin when you met him, he was your first, in regards to various acts of intimacy. But he didn’t display any sense of being a deviant, not one bit. In fact, he performed and conducted the act in a rather normal way, as normal as sex could get at least.

“What…um…what types of…sexual deviancy are you…like into?” you felt uncomfortable for asking, but you couldn’t like that him relaying his secret to you made you feel relaxed around him, enough to ask him such a personal question.

Moving his head back, he slightly tilts it as he looks at you before looking off to the side, tucking his lips and licking them in the process.

“Well…I definitely have a fetish…quite a few of them actually.” He scoffs a handsome smile towards you, tapping his fingertip on your nose. “I also like to touch…and be touched. I like to see you naked more than clothed, even if you’re wearing my favorite outfit. In my opinion…you look better naked and wrapped in straps of leather than you do with any one of your pretty dresses…” his voice trailed off, his smile gradually fades.

“Do I have to worry about….will you try to like…hurt me?”

Laughing, he shakes his head as he kisses your nose.

“No baby, I don’t have a pain kink. That seems to be Heeseung’s thing.”

You nodded and chuckled, what he said was true, his friend ‘Heeseung’ but whom you refer to as Ethan, his English name, definitely had a side to him that you caught a glimpse of. It the way his eyes changed, going from a wide eyed, almost like a cherub, yet they would morph into a harsh narrow shape, stabbing out a dark and deadly gaze.

Ethan was quiet, and very scary, yet, he always seemed to be tamed by his new girlfriend, H/N, the pretty girl that shares some of the same classes as you. Though they’ve only been dating for a few days, you could tell that there was a different side to Ethan ever since he started dating her. You wondered if you could have that same effect on Jake.

“So you’re not into pain?”

“Nope. Just intense pleasure and some other stuff.”

“Like…like bondage?”

Jake raised his brows in amusement at your audacious inquiry.

“Why do you ask? Do you really want to know?” he teases you before leaning in and whispering the remainder of his words into your ear. “Do you want…to be laced in leather straps…and watch me take my time in pleasing myself to you? Because if you do…I’ve got a collection…some that are fitted just for you, doll.” He peels his head back, cradling the back of your hair with his hand as he rubs your arm.

“You don’t need to worry or think too much about it. If you’re willing to….then just take your time in getting to know more about me. It’s not my intentions to scare you, I just wanted to be honest because…you make me feel a certain type of way that…it just makes me go crazy sometimes. I can’t hide it from you anymore, I want to share it with you…have you a part of it…appreciate me for the way I am.”

At times like this one, you’re reminded as to why you fell for him. He was gentle, caring, understanding, and not at all demanding or possessive like his friend Ethan.

‘How does h/n even deal with him? That man is so scary and even though he cares about her, his obsession just adds more to his intimidating aura…at least with Jake, I don’t have to worry about that. He just has…some deep sexual preferences. I suppose I can deal with that better than the traits Ethan has, though it seems like it fits H/n, being that she is happy and loves him. If she can love Ethan for who he is…then I can still love Jake for who he is.’

‘The anti-hero, eh?’

You had to hand it to h/n, for someone of her age and level of experience with life, or lack thereof for a better term, she really spoke in great wisdom. She claimed it was all through her father, since he was older and always enhanced their bond by molding her to be an open-minded person. She was so lucky to have such a figure in her life, whereas with you, you weren’t so fortunate.

Your mother was the only parental figure you’ve known, your father being absent since your birth, yet you never really cared enough to put any thought to it, until you met h/n and saw the result of what a father could do for his little girl. At least you have her to consult with…because at the end of the day, she was right, Ethan was the anti-hero, but that didn’t change Jake from remaining as the hero of your life.

Thanking h/n for her input, you remained at the library for just a bit longer before texting Jake, asking him to pick you up.

“I’m ready babe.”

“Okay doll, will be right over.”

After you got back to his frat room, he carried on with his routine habit of asking where you wanted to eat for dinner while he settles his paperwork on the desk.

“Jake?...”

“What’s up doll?”

“Could you…show me…?”

“Show you what?”

“…I took some time to think about what you said…about sharing your secret…having me become a part of it…and loving you for who you are.” You paused as you found it much harder to speak than you originally had thought.

“I am willing…I really am. It’s all new to me…but I don’t want you to hold back…love me like how you truly want to love. I’m in this for the long run…and I don’t want to lose you. I’m willing…to learn and understand all aspects of your love. So please…show me…right now.”

Tilting his head in surprise, he raises his brows and was left speechless with his mouth gawking.

“……you sure?” he asked, his words heavy with his accent as he takes a knee and submits himself before you, holding your hands.

“ you sure, doll? I don’t mind if you need more time to-“

“no…I want to. Please…show me.” You gently cut him off, eager to embrace this man fully for who he was.

Kissing you atop the tip of your nose, he looks you in the eyes before standing up.

Walking over to his closet, he pulls the door open and reaches up to grab onto something, you weren’t sure what it was since it had been wrapped in a large cloth. Setting it down for a moment, he walks over and lights the series of scented candles he had decorating his room. Reaching over by the entrance, he shuts the lights off, leaving the room illuminated by the candles alone.

‘Huh...so that’s why he has them in his room…no wonder.’

After flicking the lights off, he walks over to each window, and shuts the black satin curtains. His choice of tapestry was another indicator you didn’t give much thought about, at least not until now. The smooth shine of the fabric reeked of sexual passion, not to mention that, when paired with the dimmed candlelit room, it enumerated a sense of desire and lust in full imagery.

After shutting each curtain, he walks back over and removes the item from the cloth wrap. Turning slowly to you, he walks over, and asks you to stick out your hand, keeping the item hidden behind his back.

“We can take turns using them on each other.” He states calmly, his voice was soothing.

Reaching up, he drags the flogger against your hand, along your forearm, and up to your shoulders as he drapes it around the side of your neck.

With a soothing yet peaked tone to his voice, he answers back with a soft smile as he shifts his gaze from your eyes, to your breasts, and to your hips. Staring at his lips, you noticed the sudden appearance of a vintage piece that adorned his bottom lip.

'When did he....put that on?'

“Using 'them'?” you inquired of what he was referring to in his statement a moment ago.

Taking a pause, he leans in and kneels back down in front of you. The sensation of the protruding bone of his elbow was all you felt as he rests it on your own lap, propping his hand up and resting his chin against his palm, his nose and lips just an inch away from your face.

…….........

“My toys.”

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