Request:“hc if the boys took care of you while you were sick?”

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Josh

• Spend the whole day in bed watching movies? Check
• Josh sets off several alarms to make sure that he is giving you your medicine on time.
• Every five minutes he asks if you are okay.
• He would be at your bedside for as long as possible and practically bring the whole kitchen into the bedroom.
• So that you wouldn’t be anxious, he would hug you and sing softly in your ear.
• “Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?” You smile lying on his chest. “I’m already getting better, baby.” Josh sighs softly and runs his fingers through your hair. “Are you sure?” He asks 10 seconds later. “Josh!”

Jake 

• Jake hates to see you sick but definitely loves to take care of you.
• He would cook your favorite meals.
• The two of you would spend hours lying on the couch reading books and playing with each other’s hair.
• Any effort you made, Jake would complain and say that you needed rest.
• You would have to beg Jake to stop kissing you so much or he would end up getting sick too.
• “JAKE! You slap him on the back as Jake walks up the stairs with your body thrown over his shoulder. "You can’t try that hard” He tries to be serious and thankful that you can’t see his smile right now. “I just have the flu, you idiot!”

Sam

• It’s funny to see Sam trying so hard to take care of you. You never got sick but unfortunately you had a bee allergy and when you got stung by one, Sam was about to freak out.
• He would call your mother in desperation asking her to teach him what to do, while your mother just laughed and said that it was just a matter of taking some medicine and rubbing it on.
• You had to spend 10 minutes convincing Sam not to take you to the hospital.
• When he finally got quiet, you would watch lots of romantic comedies while eating all the candy you could.
• Sam would pull you to lie on his chest and stroke your hair when you went to sleep.
• “Sam what are you doing?” You were almost asleep when you felt Sam run his finger across the front of your nose. "Seeing if you were breathing" He replied as if it was obvious, “Baby, it’s just a rash, I’m not going to die” I look at him laughing

Danny

• Danny would feel guilty, since he convinced you to go out in the rain the day before.
• And when you start coughing, he is ready to do whatever you need it.
• He would lay his head on your lap so that you can touch his hair, because he knows it calms you down.
• Danny tells you he is going to the pharmacy, but he actually comes back with several gifts for you.
• You would spend the evening watching golf games and seeing Danny so excited when talking about the game would cheer you up almost instantly
• "I am forbidden to call you to go in the rain and you are forbidden to accept” Danny speaks during the break, I smile at him and kiss him quickly.

Jake kiszka x reader

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It had been one year since I had been back to frankemuth and it seemed like a great idea to go back to my hometown for a weekend with my old group of friends.

But now sitting in a bar surrounded by -now strange- people and having to see your ex-boyfriend? No, we never dated. Your ex-friend? No, we were much more than that, and I think we were never really friends.

Whatever, no matter what he has been, seeing him kissing another girl is weird and definitely makes going back to frankemuth seem like a bad idea.

“You guys should work this out” Josh’s voice gets louder as he approaches me.

I turn to him, probably the only person who isn’t annoying me in this environment.

“Work out what? And with whom?” I bring my beer bottle up to my mouth.

“All this sexual tension between you and Jake” He arches an eyebrow at me.

I force a laugh and look at him. “Josh I know I am your dream sister-in-law, but Jake and I were just a couple of high school kisses”

Josh looks at me like he doesn’t believe a word I said.

When a girl who was from our class walks by us almost swallowing Josh with her gaze and he reciprocates, I look at him and laugh.

“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, I’ll be right back!” I get up from the bar and walk to the exit.

I look over my shoulder and see the girl approaching and sitting where I was. What was her name again? Bianca? Brianna? Or was it just Anna? Maybe it was Hanna. Well, I definitely don’t remember.

I hug my body as I step out onto the empty street and the cold air comes in contact with my skin.

I reach for the lighter and light a cigarette that is between my lips.

I choke when I notice a presence behind me.

“Do you have a lighter?”

I turn around already knowing who is there and hold out the lighter in Jake’s direction.

“Thank you”

I nod in response and he hands me back the lighter.

And then we remain in an uncomfortable silence until Jake decides to speak.

“Cool shirt” I laugh weakly at the terrible way to start the conversation and look at my old The Who shirt. And I keep laughing since Jake has seen this one hundreds of times.

“Thanks” I look at him, really. For the first time in the evening.

His hair is almost an inch below his shoulder. Bigger than it was when I last saw him.

I let out a puff of smoke and wish I had held my mouth when I speak. “Your girlfriend won’t like you smoking with another girl.”

Jake looks at me and I think I can see a half smile on his lips.

When I see the shit I’ve done. “I mean, I would! No no no, I mean that, oh fuck”

Jake laughs and takes his cigarette and I doubt it’s just nicotine what’s in there.

“She knows I’m smoking, she doesn’t know I’m smoking with a girl” Another drag. “I don’t think she would mind, or whatever, maybe she would.”

I focus my attention on the cigarette.

“Sorry” I say. “You know, for not answering you.

And why the fuck am I talking so much? I swear, I’ll never drink again.

When I moved to Florida for college and Jake moved to Nashville to pursue music, the only contact we had was the messages Jake sent me for a whole week, messages I never answered.

"All right, it would have been nice if you would have responded but.” He stops to bring the cigarette to his lips again. “But I guess I got over my broken heart.”

I give an anasalated laugh. “Do you have one?” I ask arching an eyebrow.

Jake laughs and focuses his gaze on me. “You know I do.”

I look away before Jake can see me blush.

I hold the cigarette between my lips and hug my body again in a failed attempt to ward off the cold.

I hear a movement coming from Jake but don’t turn to look at him.

I feel his hands on my shoulder which is now covered by his leather jacket.

I look at him and try to take his jacket off, but Jake tightens his hands on my shoulder.

“When you come in you give it back to me”

He pulls away but still keeps watch watching to see if I will take it or not.

I put some of my pride aside and embrace my survival instinct and accept the jacket, just so I don’t freeze to death. Just for that.

Jake tilts his head looking at me. “You’re still stubborn” He smiles.

“Some things never change” I speak, not realizing how well that fit for us.

Jake sighs and shakes his head.

Before being silent with Jake was comfortable and even kind of cozy. Because we both always knew what the other was thinking or wanted to say, so we didn’t have to say anything.

Now, it is uncomfortable and even a little scary to be silent with each other, for the same reason.

Even more frightening when Jake decides to break it. He throws the rest of his cigarette into a trash can behind him and comes over to me.

“Y/N, you know you just say anything and I’ll end it.”

“It? Jake, this is your fucking relationship.” I speak turning to him.

I throw the rest of my cigarette on the floor but sigh and reach down to pick it up. It’s not the environment’s fault, right?

When I stand again, Jake is closer and it is possible for our breaths to mingle now.

My whole body freezes as Jake comes closer.

But he just closes his eyes and rests his chin on my head as he slips one of his arms around my shoulder.

After a few seconds, I wrap both arms around his waist, and his hand begins to run through my hair.

And here we are, in a silly hug and acting like two idiots.

“We are chickens,” I whisper with my face in his chest.

The caresses in my hair stop for a few seconds until they return as Jake asks. “Chickens?”

“Yeah” I whisper, and lift my face a little to look at him. “Like, they’re birds, they have wings and everything, but you know.”

I smile sadly at Jake and continue talking. “They don’t fly.”

Jake looks confused at first and I make a mental note written, “NEVER DRINK ANY MORE AND NO MORE METAFORMS WITH ANIMALS.”

He smiles at me and puts a lock of hair behind my ear. “Yes, we are like chickens.”

We laugh together and I look into the bar as a Metallica song starts playing.

“We should get back” I speak and Jake seems reluctant to let go of me.

I walk past him to throw the rest of the cigarette in the trash and take off his jacket.

“Thanks” I hold out the jacket to him and Jake holds it up and heads towards the door.

I look over to where Josh and the girl I can’t remember the name of are standing together with some other acquaintances.

“See you around Jake” I walk into the bar.

“Bye, chicken” He winks at me still on the side if fuck and I have to hold myself back from laughing.

And then we say goodbye once again, not really knowing why we are doing this.

Danny Wagner x reader

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I crumple up another sheet of paper and aim to throw it in the trash along with the others but end up missing the trash and hitting Danny who enters the room at the same time.

He looks at me without understanding anything. “Did I do something wrong?”

I laugh weakly and shake my head. “No, it was supposed to go in the trash, not on you.”

Danny casts a glance over to the trash by the door. “How many more trees are you planning to cut down today?” he asks laughing.

When he realizes that I haven’t given some dumb or angry answer, he comes over to me and runs his hand through my hair, which is caught in a ponytail.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

I try to answer yes, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I look at Danny and he understands that I don’t want to talk about it, that I can’t.

“Come here!” He pulls me by the hand and when I stand, Danny puts his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head.

We stay in this position for a few minutes, me with my face between his neck and shoulder and Danny slowly rocking me and stroking my hair.

“I need to draw some landscape for my class.” I start to speak. “But nothing looks good.”

“Oh, I think I understand your problem.” Danny steps away from me minimally, a smile on his face. “You need some inspiration.”

Danny picks up the car keys he had left on the table and swings the key in front of me.

“Come on, miss!” Before I can deny it, Danny is already pulling me along and in less than a minute we are already getting into the car.

When I get in the car I look at my clothes and then at Danny. “Danny I’m in my pajamas.” I try to sound angry but I giggle at the end.

Danny starts the car and turns around to deposit a quick kiss on my lips. “You look beautiful love.”

As we begin to drive down our street, he nods his head to the glove box.

I open it and start rummaging through the hundreds of CDs.

After a while, I choose one and put it on play.

“Neil Young?” He asks smiling.

I nod my head and start humming ‘Try’ softly. Danny drums his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with the music.

“Want me to stop by and get you something to eat?” Danny asks.

I look at him and nod my head.

“But can you drive there?” I ask and Danny smiles knowing exactly where 'there’ means.

“Sure.” Danny brings his hand up to my thigh.

When 'Separate Ways’ starts playing Danny and I sing along and smile at each other.

And when the song ends we arrive 'there’.

An old city park, which only welcomes danny and me and a few old ladies visitors.

Because of the time it is possible to see the sunset behind the trees now. Danny gets out of the car and comes to my door, opening it for me.

I smile at him as we lean against the hood of the car.

I lay my head on his shoulder and laugh. “No one better show up here now, my clothes aren’t the best.” I say running my hand through my pajama pants.

Danny laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.

More than 20 minutes pass before the sun is no longer visible.

“I think I’m more inspired now.” I say to him.

Danny smiles and looks at me, “That’s good.”

“Thanks.” I kiss him quickly.

“You’re welcome.” Danny smiles against my mouth and deepens the kiss.

I stop the kiss for a few seconds and smile at him. “I’m kind of hungry right now.”

Danny laughs and before we get back into the car he kisses me again.

I grab an old notebook that I leave on the back seat of the car and one of the pens thrown in the glove compartment.

And when 'White Line’ starts playing I finally manage to start drawing a sketch. Danny smiles at me and drums his fingers on the steering wheel again.

I smile at him and continue drawing.

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Josh

• Josh is the kind of friend you can call anything and anywhere.
• His whole family considers you part of the family, which means that besides Josh you have to put up with Jake calling you a child, even though you are only 5 months apart. But at least you can do the same with Sam and Ronnie.
• He supports you in everything and will always be on your side.
• Whenever you both have free time, you do marathons of old movies while Josh complains that you will die from drinking too much soda.
• Stupid and senseless nicknames all the time.
• You could spend hours just talking to each other about everything.
• He is the kind of friend who says “I told you so” but pulls you in for a hug a second later.
• Josh rarely shows that he is upset about something, but when he is, you just know and then sit down and pat your own lap so he can rest his head there and you can stroke his hair.
• “Joshie!” You walk into his room, humming his nickname. “Did I mention I hate that nickname?” He speaks as he turns to the side so you can lie across from him on the bed, “I guess not today yet.” You smile innocently and push him away, causing Josh to almost fall off the bed. “Y/N!”

Jake

• Being Jake’s best friend means “being single.” Because every boy you go out with is jealous of him, and every girl he goes out with is jealous of you. Because from what people say, you are very close.
• But it definitely doesn’t stop you from teasing Jake when some random girl sends some kind of statement to him, and it also doesn’t stop him from teasing you whenever you cry for some kind of stupid guy.
• Spending the whole day listening to the blues while sharing a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette? Always, without hesitation.
• You are always the first person Jake shows you his guitar compositions.
• And he learned all your favorite songs so that he could play them for you when you were nervous.
• Every month there has to be a discussion between you and him about “doing a spa day”.
• The discussion ends with you and Jake moisturizing your hair in your bathroom and you begging him to let you comb his hair afterwards.
• Just two words: Sexual Tension
• “I really think we are soulmates.” Jake hands me the cigarette. “We definitely are.” I reply laughing. “But damn we would be the worst couple in the world.” He laughs incredulously and I choke on the smoke as I imagine this scene. “We would.” I agree laughing.

Sam

• Becoming friends with Sam when you were both 6 years old was the best thing you ever did in your life. Since then you are inseparable.
• Your favorite activities are camping and karaoke. In the latter Sam likes to make it clear why he decided to play bass instead of singing.
• You have played volleyball at school since the eighth grade. Sam never lost a game of yours. And he always made it clear that he was there, since every time you touched the ball he yelled things like “THAT’S MY FUCKING BEST FRIEND.”
• Since your 7th birthday, Sam is the first person to wish you a happy birthday, he always calls you at exactly midnight.
• And you do the same on his birthday.
• You do EVERYTHING together. First alcoholic drink? Together, hiding in the backyard of his house when you were 14.
• And this resulted in the worst fight between you. When you revealed that you had a crush on Josh and Sam freaked out that if you dated you would forget about him.
• But it’s okay, you got over it, and nowadays whenever Josh talks to you, Sam makes sure to remind you of your crush on him.
• “Sam, you’re drooling on my arm, you idiot!” you push his head away from your arm. “Let me sleep, Y/n! He says, leaning his head on my arm again. I snort when I see that he is already back to sleep.

Danny

• Danny is the sweetest, kindest friend you could ever have.
• You support each other through everything.
• When you passed your dream college he was freaking out just as much as you were.
• And when you moved away from the city to go to college. This doesn’t diminish your relationship.
• Almost every weekend Danny came to visit you or you went to visit him.
• And you would spend the whole weekend playing golf or Danny would spend the whole weekend trying to teach you drums.
• On vacation you decided to take a trip to the beach. And every time you got hit by a wave, Danny would cry with laughter.
• And to get revenge you would run out of the sea to get his clothes and hide them.
• "Ouch, Y/n!” Danny complains when you pull too hard on a lock of his hair as you finish your braid. “No complaints.” Danny mumbles something but has a smile on his face when you finish braiding his hair.

Jake kiszka x reader

warnings: alcohol; some dirty talks (no explicit scene); a little bit angst

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“Wake up, who cares about little boys that talk too much […] Let me be the one to hold you.”

“Oh my God! Do you want to kill me, Jake?” I am startled when I open the bathroom door and my flatmate appears in front of me.

“Were you planning on living in the bathroom?” he asks leaning one arm on the door.

“And you were counting how many minutes I was in the bathroom?"I cross my arms.

"It’s hard not to when you’ve been waiting more than ten minutes for someone to come out of the bathroom so you can pee.” He smiles falsely at me and nudges my waist lightly. “Now get out.”

I roll my eyes and sigh as I walk down the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house of some friend of Jake’s, who I didn’t make a point of asking his name.

The party around me seems more crowded than when I went upstairs to go to the bathroom, it gives me the feeling of suffocation, or maybe it’s because I can’t look away from the couple on the other side of the room, I can see her fingers running through his long hair as he whispers something in her ear.

“Why do you look like you’re about to commit murder?” I bring my hand up to my chest and stifle a scream of surprise.

“Damn, you’ve got to be kidding me, Jake!” I turn around in time to see Jake hold back a laugh.

“I brought beer!” He holds out a bottle in my direction.

I smile weakly at it. “No, thanks.” I can’t control my gaze and he turns back to the other side of the room, where Ethan’s lips are no longer on the blonde girl’s ear.

They are on her mouth.

“Actually, I want.” I turn quickly to Jake and take the bottle from his hand.

He looks at me confused but then lets out an anasalated laugh while drinking his own beer.

I try not to look across the room and try to distract myself with something else.

“Why do you still like him?” I raise my head to Jake, confused, and he discreetly points to Ethan.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I giggle and try to sound as sincere as possible.

Jake smiles weakly and looks at you. “When we were sophomores, you cried because he didn’t call you to prom.”

“Do you remember that?” My surprise makes me give up lying to him.

Jake shakes his head. “And two weeks ago you were freaking out because he followed you on instagram.”

“I did not freak out!” I push him lightly with my shoulder.

Jake laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “But that’s okay, I don’t think he can be any worse than Brian.”

When you hear the name of your first college boyfriend, for the first time in the night you push Ethan out of your thoughts. “Do you remember Brian? We only dated for two weeks!” I look at Jake in disbelief.

“Yeah, and you smeared two of my shirts with mascara from crying so much.”

I look away from him, embarrassed about my own love life.

“They’re coming here.”

I look at Jake in confusion, for just a second, as I quickly notice Ethan and the girl coming toward the staircase, which Jake and I are leaning against. The stairway that leads to dozens of rooms.

I don’t know if it’s the four beers I’ve had in the night that make me do this, or the thought of having yet another frustrating relationship, or maybe it’s the fucking smell of weed. I’m starting to think it’s possible to get high on smell alone.

“Kiss me.” I turn to Jake, raising my gaze.

He looks very surprised at the time and I see him swallow dryly as he looks at me. “What?”

“Just go, they’re coming.” I take a step towards him and Jake finally seems to understand why I am asking this.

I can hear a low “oh shit” against my lips before Jake runs his fingers through my hair and his other hand lightly holds my waist, he is still holding the beer bottle and the icy touch sends shivers through my body.

I hear footsteps behind me and that should be enough to stop me from running my fingers through Jake’s torso and moving closer to him, but it’s not.

It is Jake who stops the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away and his hand remains on my waist while the other goes down my arm. “I think they’re gone.” He speaks low.

“Yeah, sure.” I finally snap out of my trance and manage to pull myself away from Jake and try to ignore how much I miss his fingers on my skin. “Thank you.”

Jake gives me a sideways smile and runs his fingers over his mouth, “I’ll get you some more booze, do you want some?”

“No, thank you!” I smile at him. “For real now!” I laugh trying to improve the mood.

Jake smiles weakly and turns away heading towards the kitchen.

After a few minutes of trying to socialize with some friends, I decide to look Jake up and ask if we were going to leave together.

I think that tonight, I walked more than I have ever walked in my entire life. I went in the kitchen, up the stairs, to the bathrooms, in the front yard and all the way around twice more, but Jake was nowhere to be found and our friends were too drunk to answer my questions.

When Ethan bumps into me on one of my way down the stairs and offers me a ride, I give up looking for Jake.

                                                 *******

3 days, 1 week, 2 weeks…

Two weeks that I’ve barely seen Jake, even though we live in the same apartment.

It’s been two weeks since Jake hardly ever sleeps at home, two weeks since Ethan and I have been out every Thursday and Friday, two weeks since my routine has been to go to college, take more baths than necessary and spend more time in my room than is considered healthy, and two weeks since I can’t stop thinking about Jake.

And after we bumped into each other in the early morning hours earlier this week while arriving at the apartment at the same time, he coming home from a party and I coming home from a date with Ethan, everything got worse.

Now our good days and good nights are reduced to slight nods.

I lie in bed, frustrated, having cancel my date and thinking about what Jake does and where he goes when he leaves the house. Who he is with.

I finally hear the shower turn off and wait a few minutes to get up the courage to leave the room.

And when I do, it is at the same time that Jake comes out of the bathroom.

The sweatpants leave the bar of his underwear exposed, the towel he was using to dry his hair is thrown over his shoulder, and his long wet hair drips water all over his torso.

“I thought you’d left, sorry.” Jake breaks the silence and I look away from his body to his eyes.

I want to tell him that it’s okay, that it’s his apartment too, and I want to turn around and go back to my room, but the words come out before I can stop them.

“I think we need to talk.”

Jake sighs softly and fiddles with the towel nervously.

“I’m going to move.”

The words he says float around inside my mind and make no sense for a few seconds.

And suddenly all the guilt hits me, the guilt of asking him to kiss me, I feel guilt for all the times Jake cancelled his plans just so he could hold me in his arms when I would come back to him crying with a broken heart. I feel guilty for every prom he took me to and had to spend the whole night listening to me talk about other boys.

“If you need anything call me, I have to pack a few things.” Jake speaks low as he walks past me to go to his room.

And when he closes the door, I realize that I haven’t said anything. I haven’t done anything.

It’s as if my feet have a life of their own and in less than a second I am walking to his room. When I slam the door and lean my body against the wood, Jake looks at me in surprise.

When I look away from him, I see an open suitcase on the bed and his guitars already in their bags.

I go to the end of the bed and bend down to pick up the only guitar that is not already in its case, not knowing what I am doing I go to the wall full of posters so that I can hang the guitar back on its hook, where it should never have left.

Before I can get any closer to the wall, Jake reaches over and holds the guitar tightly, the sudden movement but causing my body to slam into his.

I try to pull the guitar back, like a tantruming child, but Jake grabs my wrist and moves closer to me.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” If we weren’t so close, I might not have even been able to hear his low voice.

“You don’t have to move, Jake.” I pull my face away just enough to look at him. “It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” I swallow dryly trying to keep talking. “I messed up.”

Jake lets go of my wrist and I let him pick up the guitar, he hesitates but with his free hand he puts a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Do you really think it’s your fault?” He asks and his voice becomes calm and low, and my heart squeezes with the longing I feel for him.

I whisper a “yes” as he shakes his head and walks away leaving his guitar leaning against the wall, then he sits on the end of the bed and runs his fingers through his wet hair.

“You just did what I asked.” I slowly move closer to him but we still don’t touch. “You were only helping me.”

Jake lifts his head to face me seriously, his expression is almost one of anger, but his eyes make it clear that this anger is not directed at me.

“You think so?” His hands creep up to his knee and he grabs the fabric of his pants as he lets out a wry laugh. “You think me getting hard with a fucking kiss of less than 15 seconds would be helping you, Y/N?”

I feel my blood rise up my cheeks and try to look away from him, but I can’t.

Jake lowers his head and runs his fingers through his hair, but soon he is back to staring at me as he speaks. “Do you think I was helping you when I kissed you while I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you? Do you think that just because you asked me to kiss you I had to go out and fuck the first girl so I wouldn’t go begging you to come home with me and we did all the things I’ve been thinking about for years?”

The words come out of his mouth quickly, for the first time I see Jake not having control of his actions.

I take a deep breath and speak the only sentence I can formulate. “But you don’t have to leave.”

Jake sighs and lowers his face again and brings one of his hands to his face, sighing once more. “You don’t understand.” His voice comes out muffled over his hand. “If I stay here one more day without touching you, I will go crazy.”

The reaction this has on my body is almost painful, especially when I have to force my legs against each other as a form of relief. I want to scream at him saying that he can touch me. That I wish he would touch me, but I can only whisper.

“So touch me.”

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“We want to thank all the peaceful army, for always supporting us and remember that the whole world deserves peace, love and unity!” Josh could feel his hand sweating as he held the gramophone while trying to convince himself that he was nervous about winning his first grammy and not because a certain drummer’s gaze was on him.

He could only hear a few things Sam said after he stepped away from the microphone. Josh was too busy looking at the brown haired girl with some tattoos all over her arm who was sitting in the first row.

He felt as if he could spend the whole night looking at her and might stay if Jake didn’t nudge him gently to let him know that it was time for them to get off the stage. Josh thought he saw the girl giggle shyly and turn to one of her band mates, who whispered something in her ear.

Even when they were surrounded by journalists and people from the band’s staff, he still couldn’t get her out of his thoughts for more than a few seconds.

But he did his best to cover it up and assume his responsibility as frontman.

“Guys, that’s crazy! Congratulations.” The voice of Noah, lead singer of a hard rock band from England and the boys’ label mate, was the first thing the four boys heard when they entered the break room reserved for the artists.

“I still think I’m going to pee myself at some point.” Sam said as he threw himself down on one of the couches. Danny did the same thing on the couch opposite Sam’s.

“It still hasn’t sunk in that we won.” Jake said as he reached over to the small fridge to grab some beer.

“Do you guys remember last year that Blake almost passed out?” Noah asked pointing to the bass player in his band, making everyone laugh as they remembered when the British band won the award last year.

“Didn’t even remember that shit!” Blake replied as he reached out to grab a bottle of beer that Jake had offered him.

The 9 boys spent the next few minutes drinking and listening to Sam and Blake complain about all the pop artists at the awards show.

“Shut up, Blake. Adele is a genius.” Josh lightly shoved his friend’s shoulder, who had just called Adele boring.

“She definitely is!” Everyone turned toward the door as Nina entered the room.

The lead singer and guitarist of the classic rock band smiled in the direction of Noah, her boyfriend, and sat down next to him.

Blake and Nas, the guitarist, started making disgusting sounds and teasing the couple. Josh even forgot to laugh at his friends’ joke as he watched Y/N enter the room, right behind Ashley, the bass player in her band.

The two girls sat in the only empty seat in the room while they gave out “hellos” and “congratulations” to everyone in the room.The only empty seat was the black leather couch facing where Josh, Jake and Blake were sitting.

“Who said Adele wasn’t a genius? So I can plan this person’s murder.” Ashley asked and when everyone pointed their finger at Blake he laughed nervously as he tried to disguise it by saying that’s not what he said.

Noah and Nina were still being teased by the rest of the group of friends and Ashley was fighting with Blake, who at this very moment was asking Jake for help explaining the situation, but the long haired guitarist just laughed and looked at Ashley as if she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Josh smiles at the thought, not that she wasn’t beautiful, she was, all 3 of them were. But none made him as nervous as the tattooed girl in front of him.

“Hey, can you get that for me please?” Josh turned to Y/N just to make sure she was really talking to him. She smiled shyly at him and pointed to several bottles of water on the counter behind him.

Josh looked away from her and turned to pick up one of the bottles, he smiled as he handed the bottle to her.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.” Josh replied and prayed that no one had seen that they looked at each other longer than necessary.

When Y/N broke eye contact, Josh turned to his twin and noticed that both Jake and the others were getting up, he did the same without knowing why they were doing it.

“So we’ll meet you guys there, okay?” Noah said to Jake and then Josh found out that they were talking about the after party and that it was probably about time for them to go.

Josh didn’t realize that Sam and Danny had gone in the van along with another the band until Jake yelled “Fucking traitors!” at them as the two younger guys laughed, Josh was always the more outgoing and shameless twin but it was Jake who turned to Y/N and Ashley and asked if they wanted to go along since as well as half their band, their lead singer had also gone with the Brits.

“Sure!” Ashley replied and soon already started chatting with Jake as we all headed toward the parking lot.

Y/N smiled and shook his head in a silent yes.

Josh never thought that all those tattoos and rock n roll attitude hid a shy personality. This thought made him bring his gaze to his arms, noticing one tattoo in particular, near his elbow, two drumsticks with a K.M. underneath.

“Keith Moon?” he asked, Y/N followed Josh’s gaze and looked down at his own arm.

Then he turned to him and smiled, “The one and only!”

“He’s amazing! When I was learning drums, I think I listened to The Who records 24 hours a day.”

“You play drums?” Y/N looked at him surprised.

“Hm, a little, but not as well as him!” Josh laughed. “Definitely not as well as you!”

Y/N smiled and looked away a little as her cheeks flushed. “Thank you”

When all 4 were already inside the van going to one of the dozens of after parties that were called, Josh plugged his cell phone into the van’s radio, after a few seconds “The Who Sings My Generation” started playing, he smiles at Y/N, the girl reciprocates and starts laughing at Ashley and Jake who started singing (shouting) “Out in the street”

Josh felt her wriggle uncomfortably in the seat, until Y/N walked over and spoke close to his ear. “Congratulations for the award, I love that album of yours.” She increased the distance between them quickly, embarrassed.

“Oh, thank you! I was listening to your album on the way over here.” Josh smiled and moved closer to her as he spoke, this made Y/N feel comfortable to come closer to him and start another conversation that was interrupted only to laugh at Jake and Ashley.

When the van stopped in front of the Hotel, where the party was taking place, Jake helped Ashley down from the van and the two of them didn’t even realize that Josh and Y/N had fallen behind.

“You know, hm would it be really weird if I asked you out? It doesn’t have to be a date you know” Josh moved his hands nervously as he spoke “You know, just a dinner among friends maybe?”

Y/N laughed and even though his cheeks were flushed. “I would love to go on a date with you Josh.”

Josh got down from the van and held Y/N’s hand so she wouldn’t get off balance. They didn’t let go of their hands as they walked into the hotel.

Jake kiszka x reader

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Request: “two rockstars meeting in a festival, and both bands hanging out cause they are both friends with the struts, then jake starts falling in love w this person because of their personality, talent and charisma, they start to match in the second day of camping at the festival and then the bands have to play in the same day, jake tells his feeling and the reader doesn’t know how to react.”

A/N: ok i definitely have to start apologizing for the delay!!!! and also saying that this is not the final part because I thought it best to share it because maybe it would be boring to read everything together hahaha. and I SWEAR I’ll try to post the last part (and all other requests lol) as soon as possible!! hope you guys like it

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“And you know that usually people knock on the door before they come in, right?” Jake looks at Sam, who responds with a grimace.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry.” He laughs. “But could the couple in love give me the privacy to take a shower, since someone spilled ice cream on me?” He looks at Poppy pretending to be annoyed but she just gives him a smile.

My mind is a mess after what Sam said, first: couple in love? second: him and poppy? and third: wow it’s probably going to be hard to get the huge ice cream stain off Sam’s shirt.

I don’t realize that Jake has gotten up from the couch until he holds out his hand for me to do the same.

I put my hand in his and stand up and feel the effect of the whiskey as the bus turns a little, Jake holds my hand tighter and laughs weakly.

“Bye bye babies!” Sam waves to us as we get off the bus and just when I think Poppy is going to do the same as us, she closes the bus door staying inside.

Jake turns to me to say something but before he can start, I interrupt him for fear that he might want to talk about what just happened.

“It’s 30 minutes until the show, we should go, right?” I don’t give Jake time to answer, I pull him towards the festival and realize that we are still holding hands.

I hear Jake laugh behind me and he walks to my side, without letting go of my hand.

When we get to the stage, everyone is already there except Sam and Poppy, obviously.

When Josh and Luke turn to greet us I let go of Jake’s hand and he looks embarrassed and shoves his hand in his pants pocket but I’m not sure and don’t even turn to him as I walk over to my friends wishing no one had noticed anything.

I stand between Ana and Jet while Jake stands next to Danny and Lexa, and I mentally curse myself for not being able to take my eyes off him.

Adam and Josh start handing out cans of beer to everyone, when Josh comes over to me and Ana, I dismiss the beer with a hand gesture and then he hands the can to Ana and I swear I could see them exchanging smiles at this point.

Institutionally I turn my head toward Jake to see if he’s looking at them too, but when I turn around, he’s looking at me.

He smiles at me and without a second thought I smile too.

I don’t know how many minutes go by when we see the band take the stage. The whole festival goes crazy at this point.

And for the first time since Jake and I kissed a few minutes ago, I can think about things other than him.

After about 20 minutes I get tired of dismissing the drinks that Josh and Adam offer me and before I know it I am opening my second can of beer.

I really enjoy that show, especially when I sing Satisfaction along with Lexa and Luke while the others imitate the sounds of the instruments with their mouths.

When the show ends I turn to my friends in disbelief. “They didn’t play Angie? What the fuck?” they all laugh because I’m probably too shocked.

“OK, come on! We have to start packing things for the bonfire.” Lexa starts, she is the most sober of us all. “And I swear I’ll serenade you by singing Angie for you, Y/N!”

Lexa puts her arms around my shoulder and I smile at her.

Ana walks past us and pushes us lightly. “Ew, I’d rather lose my ears than hear Lexa sing, Y/N please spare us this horror show”

Lexa shows her middle finger to Ana, I think that is the meanest thing she can do.

We all start walking towards the buses stopping several times in the middle of the way to take pictures of ourselves posing idiotically with an analog camera that Josh brought.

When we almost get to our bus, Lexa starts telling us what each of us has to do. Because she is Lexa and she is the only one who is good at turning us into organized humans.

“Y/N, can you grab some of our chairs at the back of the bus?”

“Sure!” I head toward the bus to open the back door.

“Ana asked me to come help you” I turn to Jake, who is leaning against the side of the bus.

Of course Ana did it, obvious!

I try not to show any reaction as I smile at him and he moves closer so that he can get more chairs.

Our shoulders touch each other all the time as we get the seats.

For the first time the silence between the two of us was uncomfortable.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks as I lean forward to grab a chair that is at the end of the compartment but my fingers don’t even reach the chair.

“Yeah, it was amazing” Jake makes the same motion as me and manages to grab the chair much faster than I. “Did you enjoy it?” I look at him over my shoulder.

“Yeah” Jake smiles and starts stacking the chairs to make it easier to carry. “I liked everything that happened today”

I feel my cheeks burn and I look away and focus my attention on the last chair inside the bus.
Maybe he wasn’t talking about the kiss, right? Maybe it’s the concerts and lunch.

As I pull the last chair out of the bus and start stacking it the same way Jake is doing, I reply. “I liked everything that happened today too”

Josh kiszka x reader

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• When the quarantine started Josh almost freaked out because he couldn’t do any shows and would have to stay indoors, but as time went on he got better and found lots of new things to do.
• Josh would show you all the songs he wrote, you were always the first to hear them.
• In the beginning he spent a lot of time trying to convince you to like old country.
• Nowadays you sing - scream - old country songs together.

“And even though Josh is spending a lot of quarantine time working on the new album, he always leaves days off for us to enjoy together. Some days we do old movie marathons, some days we cook together, some days we play karaoke or spend the day tidying up our record collection.

And there are days like today when we just decide to stay in bed all day.

"Josh, we can’t stay in bed all day.” I laugh trying to disentangle myself from his arms.

“Ok, baby just five more minutes.” He smiles squeezing my waist.

“You already said that.” I play with his hair. “Thirty minutes ago.”

“I did?” Josh asks trying to sound innocent.

He laughs as he pulls me closer and stands over me.

“You don’t have work today, I don’t have work today.” Josh starts playing with my hair. “Then why can’t we stay in bed?”

I look at him and arch an eyebrow. “Because we need to live?”

Josh sighs when I manage to free myself from his arms and get out of bed.

“Come on, we can eat and then watch movies!” I smile at him and hold out a hand to him.

Josh tries to hold back a smile as he stands up and holds my hand.“

Someone help, I physically don’t think I can wait until November to see Greta live again

Tear You Apart

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, m-dom/f-sub, voyeurism, edging, oral (f-recieving), over stimulation, dacryphilia, m-masturbation, spit, hairpulling, spanking,slight degradation (???),spit (are we surprised?)

Word Count | 3k words

Authors Note | So I found this idea through @alliebooponthis post and knew I HAD to write it… I’m literally the biggest whore for dom!jake and just the idea of this has me weak in the knees. Full warning that the fic takes a whole ass 180 halfway through because I don’t know how to stay consistent.

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“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” You clutch the sheets and grind your hips down onto Jake’s mouth, his tongue laid out flat for you to work against. Keeping your eyes on him, let alone open is a difficult task but you obey nonetheless, watching from your seated position on the bed as he’s knelt with his face pressed between your thighs.

“More, Jake, please.” Your hips are pushing against him harder now, moving with the sole purpose of reaching the orgasm you’ve been chasing for the past forty minutes.

He acknowledges your request with a simple nod and brings his fingers to trace over your entrance, preparing to push into you. He teases you, only dipping in down to his first knuckle before pulling out and repeating that movement over and over again. The warmth in your stomach is almost growing overwhelming now, the need to find your release becoming so pertinent that when Jake pulls away you want to scream.

“Please, please don’t stop.” You reach to pull him closer by his hair “Please Jake, I’m so close, let me cum, I need it.”

Your babbling doesn’t phase him, he still rises from his knees to sit on the bed with you. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he slips down his pants and pulls out his dick. You give a frustrated huff and slide your hand between your legs but Jake swats it away.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re gonna sit there like a good girl and watch me get myself off. If you touch yourself I’ll edge you for the rest of the night.”

He’s done this a few times before, made you watch him just to wind you up even more but he’d never gone so far as to already have denied you multiple orgasms before teasing you like this. You bow your head and give a small nod which prompts him to start moving. Before he even touches himself he leans over and lets a small trail of spit drop from his mouth and onto the head of his dick. The movement was so sensual, so intimate, probably just an afterthought or something he’s does unconsciously when he’s all alone. Your body is trembling just watching him as he starts to pump himself, his head is already tipped back and his plump lips are glossy from spit, mouth open in an o shape.

The soft groans that leave his lips make you ache and you wish you could relieve the building need between your legs but you know you can’t disobey him. He starts to buck up into his hand letting out soft breaths on each offbeat. You’re growing wetter by the second as you watch him writher under his own touch. Jake starts to work against himself faster and harder, chasing his release with a growing fervor.

“Does that feel good Jakey?” You hum, shifting your hips in hopes of relieving some pressure.

He responds with a grunt and thrusts harder against his hand. At some point his hair has fallen into his face and it practically sets your body on fire with how disheveled he looks. Without thinking your hand snakes down your stomach, hoping that you can appease the ache in your core with just a few circles of your fingers.

You gasp, realizing that you just blatantly disobeyed Jake’s only command and when his eyes meet yours and your hand is still drawing circles on your clit your chest fills with anxiety.

“Jake, I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please keep going, I’ll be good, I didn’t mean it.” Your heart is racing so fast you can feel beating against your ribcage. Jake is just sitting silently, his hand having stopped moving. His expression reads as bored which spurs you on more. “Jakey, baby, I’m sorry please, It was an accident, I wasn’t thinking. I–”

“–Are you done?” He runs a finger over his bottom lip distractedly.

Huffing out an incredulous sigh you stare at him, completely wide eyed. “I just–”

“I don’t care. Are you finished?”

“I- uh.” You sputter, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Yes. I’m done, sorry.”

“You remember the light system, if you need me to stop, under any circumstances you say red. What colour are you?”

“Green.” You breathe, looking into your lap to keep from meeting his eyes.

Almost as soon as the words pass your lips Jake is pouncing on you, forcing both of your wrists to the bed on either side of you head. He attacks your lips feverishly and grinds his cock against your bare cunt. A moan drags from your throat but it’s quickly stifled when Jake shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“No more noise from you.” He growls, then leans into your ear “Use the taps if you need to, okay? One, two, three.” He demonstrates by tapping your wrist with the hand that’s circling it. You nod frantically, begging him to continue with whatever he has planned for you. “Are you going to be quiet?” He slips his fingers out of your mouth and wipes the spit onto your lips as some sort of belittling gesture.

“I swear.” You mutter but as soon as the words pass your lips you regret it, knowing that you already disobeyed the rules he’s set out for you.

“You are not very good at following rules tonight.” He chides, tapping his index finger over your bottom lip. Jake shifts so he can hold both of your hands above your head with one of his own and then he wraps his other around your throat, gripping it harshly and pulling you up so your lips are inches apart “I am going to fucking ruin you.” He spits the words at you venomously and it makes your heart race. “Turn around, ass up.”

When he relinquishes his grip on your wrists you scramble onto all fours, presenting yourself to him with your back arched. The fact that he hasn’t properly touched you yet makes your skin crawl, especially from such a vulnerable position, also coupled with the fact that you can’t see him. The bed dips under his weight behind you and you breathe a sigh of relief, now that you know where he is your anxiety eases slightly.

In one quick movement, one that you barely register, Jake’s hand sinks into your hair and pulls you against him so your back is flush with his chest. I groan falls past your lips at the sensation, sparks of pain shooting through your nerves that soon give way to a not-so-new feeling of pleasure. His body is now bare and you can feel how hot his skin is against yours. To hold you against him better he uses his other hand to grasp your throat, pining you against him but not restricting airflow. The hand in your hair releases it’s hold but you still keep your head tipped back onto his shoulder, not that you really have a choice from how he’s holding your neck.

You can practically feel your arousal slipping down your thighs and in a lame attempt to gain some relief you push your hips back against him, his cock slipping along the curve of your ass.

Jake tsks you at you “Cut that out.”

You have to stop yourself from whining, not sure if you can handle any more punishment tacked onto whatever he has planned for you. You expect him to tease you a little bit more so when he pushes into you a startled moan is knocked loose from your lungs. Jake doesn’t comment on the noise with words, only puts a bit more pressure on the sides of your neck with the pads of his fingers. Within just a few thrusts you can already start to feel yourself creeping towards the edge of release, having already been denied a few orgasms already. Jake bucks up into you harshly, holding you against him with an immovable grip on your neck and a frim hand on your stomach.

“Are you close already?” He whispers, goosebumps rising in his wake where he spoke against your neck.

You mumble out an unintelligible word of affirmation rocking your hips into his. Snaking a hand behind you, you thread your fingers into his hair and pull, keeping him tight against you. Your knees are screaming from holding your weight and you can imagine Jake feels the same. Almost as though he read your thoughts he pushes you down onto all fours again, twirling your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he has something to hold on to while his other hand sits loosely on your hip.

“Don’t you fucking cum, not until I tell you to.”

A string of gasps stutters out of you as he pushes into you to a hilt, rolling his hips before retreating and slamming in again. Your entire body is shaking and you’re getting impossibly close to coming undone. Without a real thought to it you draw your hand to trace circles over your clit but in response to your actions Jake brings his hand down against your ass, letting go of your hair. Your body jolts forwards and a cry tears through your throat, melting into a moan when he soothes his hand over the spot he hit.

“You liked that didn’t you? My dirty girl.”

His words go straight to you cunt, the building of your orgasm becoming so unbearable that you couldn’t possibly hold it for any longer.

“Jake, please–” You huff out a breathy moan when his thrusts become sharper, falling forward so your chest is against the mattress you grip the sheets to the point that you’re knuckles turn white. “–I’m so close, please let me cum, please.” The last word is strained, your throat going dry as your eyes well with tears.

Once again fisting your hair he pulls you up so you’re on all fours again, back arching, and eyes squeezed shut. “No. Get on your knees.” He pulls out of you without another word and jerks himself harshly against your lips once you’ve pulled yourself to kneel in front of him. “Open up baby.”

Laying your tongue out for him you place your hands in your lap and wait patiently as he continues to stroke his cock. Jake’s entire body is shuddering, his breathing becoming erratic and with a few more thrusts into his hand he cums all over your tongue. You swallow it down almost greedily, licking a stripe up his dick from base to tip as if to thank him.

“You look so pretty like that.” He caresses the side of your face and presses his thumb against your lips.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, allowing him to slide his thumb over your tongue. Closing your lips you run your tongue along the digit and bob your head to imitate a far more obscene act. The throbbing between your legs blazes anew when he rescinds his thumb from your mouth and beckons you further up towards his face by gripping your chin.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Once again you lay out your tongue for him, presenting your open mouth by tipping your head back. A shiver runs harshly down your spine when his hold on you tightens and he bends over so his mouth is above yours. You wait with bated breath until finally he gives you a smirk and spits into your mouth. You’ve tried this once before and the fluttering in your cunt goes to show how much you enjoy it.

You have to work up the courage to speak, to voice your needs. There’s a possibility that he will continue to deny you your release but you hold fast and stay hopeful. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“And what makes you think you can make such a request?”

Frustration blooms in your chest and mixes with the ache between your thighs. “I’ve been good! I’ll be good, just please–” You hang your head but then peer at him once again through your lashes “–Please Jake.”

You can see his resolve cracking, his eyes softening at your pleas. An empathetic tilt of his lips tells you that he’s decided to let you off the hook… or so you think.

“Where you do you want me baby?”

You lay on your back and spread your legs for him, your dripping cunt on display. “Here, Jakey, touch me here.” Gently circling his wrist, you drag his hand between your legs.

“You want me to touch your pretty pussy baby, you want me to finally make you cum?”

You want to believe that he will, that he’ll let you off easy and give in to your requests. Arching your back you tip your head further into the bed and push yourself into his face.

“So eager–” Jake runs a finger through your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it too his lips. “–So sweet.”

Your body goes into overdrive, the feeling of his hands on you makes you think you cum from that simple bit of contact. “Please– Jake please, I need you.”

He hums, low and sultry, skating his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. “Look at you, you’re trembling, do you want me that bad baby?”

You whine and arch into his touch when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. The pressure isn’t nearly enough so you grind your hips down onto him but he pulls back. “No, please don’t stop.” You reach frantically for his hands, pulling him back to you.

“But you sound so pretty begging for me.” The look on his face is pure sin as he regards you from his kneeling position. Huffing out a sigh he lifts his hands in surrender “Fine but only because you look so fucking perfect looking at me like that.”

You hold your breath as you watch him get down onto his stomach and lower his mouth to curl his tongue against your clit. A sigh falls past your lips as he starts to work against you. He doesn’t wait to push two fingers inside of you, clearly he has a set goal in mind. It barely takes anything for you to start pumping your hips against his hand, your fingers threading through his hair to pull him closer.

“Fuck– I’m–” Your words are cut short when Jake’s fingers brush over your g spot which sends your reeling, now teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Jake–”

Your chest is heaving and you’re grinding yourself down against his tongue as hard as you can, chasing your release feverishly. You can feel him smirk against you and it should have registered as a warning sign but your lust-clouded brain didn’t fully process it until Jake started to pull away, right when your thighs begin to shake.

“Fuck! Jake no–” Tears are welling in your eyes now, your throat tightening. “Please, please, Jake, I’ll be so good–” You sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing at his throat and jawline, hoping to get a reaction. “Please Jake, let me cum, please.”

“Shhh baby, shhh.” Jake wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. His hair tickles your neck as he leans into your ear, his voice dropping to a husky tone “Just know, if you disobey me again, it’s going to be a whole lot worse than this.”

“I’m sorry, Jakey. I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Good.”

Jake shifts beneath you, lifting you up by your hips until he has enough room to drag his dick up to your entrance and let you sink down on him.

“Go on baby, fuck yourself on me, get yourself off.”

You don’t even register his words, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you but this time on your own terms. He doesn’t move beneath you, giving you full control. Jake’s hands are on your hips, fingertips digging into you hard enough to bruise.

“You feel so good–” A gasp steals your breath when Jake presses his fingers to your clit and starts to rub tight, slow circles against it. “Faster, please, Jake.”

He obliges, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves as quickly as he can while keeping in time with the way you’re riding him. You dig your nails into his back and fight the urge to bite down on his shoulder, your orgasm fast approaching.

“I can feel you squeezing around me, are you close baby?”

“So close– Fuck– Can I cum, Jakey? Please?” Your words are slurred and whiny, spoken into the tan flesh of his clavicle.

“Go ahead, cum for me.”

Throwing your head back and rutting against him as fast and hard as you possibly can your orgasm finally washes over you. Your entire body feels like its flooded with warmth and then cold sparks of pleasure creep up your spine. Your eyes are squeezed shut and a moan is tearing through your chest. With the way your clenching around Jake you know he’s not gonna last much longer. Finally he starts to move inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm while trying to reach his own. With a few more quick juts of his hips Jake releasing deep inside of you reaching a standstill once you’ve both come down.

Wordlessly Jake lifts you off of him and lays you down before standing and scooping you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet while he runs the bath. Your bones feel like Jello and your head is heavy. Instead of giving you toilet paper to clean yourself up he get you to move to the edge of the toilet so he can clean up your thighs.

Once the bath is full and you’re situated against his chest, his legs framing your own you close your eyes and lay your head back on his shoulder. “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

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Work Meetings - Sam Kiszka

A/N: This is a bit of a rollercoaster (just like my emotions rn ), but I’m happy with this! Eat up, my fellow Sammy sluts ❤️

WARNINGS:SMUT 18+!! MINORS DNI! dom!Sam AND soft Sam, forced orgasm, overstimulation, bondage, somewhat angry Sam, unprotected sex (wrap it up, pleaseeee). Etc, etc

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“Y/N!” Sam’s voice boomed into the house, accompanied by the very loud slamming of your front door. “Where the fuck are you?!”

How did you end up in this predicament one might ask? Well, it started with a dirty exchange of messages between you and Sam.

A few more seconds went by and you finally heard his heavy footsteps nearing your bedroom. The adrenaline surging through you had your hands shaking, but you tried to gather yourself as quickly as you could.

Finally, the door was flung open, revealing a very red and irritated looking Sam.

“Hey, Sammy.” You innocently smiled, only making his face flame even more.

“Don’t you even start. What the fuck did you think you were doing??” Sam questioned, voice still loud and dripping with irritation.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” You played dumb, pretending not to know what you had done.

“You SENT ME PICTURES of you damn near NAKED, while I was IN A WORK MEETING!” Sam shouted, throwing his arms out for emphasis.

A heavy silence fell over the two of you. It was quiet enough to hear a pen drop downstairs from your bedroom. Sam was the first to break the silence.

“Y/N… You have five seconds to start explaining.” Sam warned, the volume of his voice lowering drastically.

You could already feel heat running through your body, a dull ache forming between your legs. This was exactly what you wanted.

A little mean if you? Sure. Sam looked so worked up it was painful. But it was soon to be worth it.

“I just wanted to show you how good I looked today.” You smirked, a hint of cockiness in your tone- Something that Sam usually possessed.

“Oh, really? And you chose to do it while I was stuck in a five hour meeting?!” He stepped a little closer to you, his volume raising back up.

“I didn’t know your meeting was gonna be that long.” You shrugged and he scoffed, not at all buying it. “Bullshit, Y/N. You did know, because I told you.” Sam snapped, glaring down at you.

Man, was he hot like this… Horny and irritated. A very common combination for Sam, so you’ve come to learn over the months of being with him.

“What am I gonna do with you…?” He walked the remaining gap between the two of you slowly, hands coming to your hips and pushing you towards the bed once he reached you.

“You won’t do shit, Sammy.” You provoked, knowing damn well he would. You just wanted to push his buttons a little more.

“You know, maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should just leave you right here, all needy and pathetic.” A whimper escaped your mouth at his words, and a smirk immediately tugged at Sam’s lips.

“That would be something, wouldn’t it? Maybe…” He shoved you back causing you to fall on to the mattress, leaning down to hover over you. “-Maybe I’ll just tie you up right here and tie that pretty vibrator you’ve been hiding from me between those beautiful legs, and leave you here.”

You couldn’t even stop to wonder how he’d discovered your vibrator. That was the last of what was on your mind. The filthy picture Sam had painted for you, rendered you completely speechless.

You looked up at him in utter shock, the pulsing ache between your thighs intensifying.

“Talk to me, petal.” he leaned in, placing a kiss just by your ear. “Pick your punishment. What should I do?” He asked, toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “Sammy…” you breathed, unable to even form a complete sentence. The thought of him making you choose your own fait for the evening, was enough to make your head spin.

“Go on. Tell me what I should do to you, Y/N.” He demanded, tone low and smooth as silk.

You gathered all the sense you had left to tell him.

“Tie me up, Sammy. Use my vibrator on me… Anything. Just don’t leave me.” The last part came as a plea.

“Oh, I wasn’t ever really planning on leaving you, baby.” he assured. “I wanna stay right here and watch you fall apart.”

You reached out for him, in an eager attempt to pull him in to meet your lips, but he stopped you. “Ah, ah. No touching.” He pushed your wrists away, leaning back from over you and turning towards the closet.

You watched him flip on the light switch, shuffling through some of his ties that he rarely ever wore and pulling one out.

“I thought you might like this one.” Sam smirked, holding up a pretty blue tie and walking back to the bed with it.

“Get up and take your clothes off.” He commanded, laying the tie down on the bedside table.

“Don’t you wanna take them off?” You innocently asked him and he shook his head no.

“You heard me, Y/N. Take. Them off.”

You crawled out of the bed and did as he told you. Removing each item of clothing painfully slow to tease him a little more. It was the last of the teasing you’d be doing for the night anyway. So you had figured you may as well make a good show of it.

“That’s right. Get all that teasing out of your system, petal.” Sam spoke, sounding all too cool and collected.

You would absolutely be lying if you said it didn’t make you crumble a little bit internally. But when your eyes raked over his body, his hardened length that was visibly straining against his jeans gave him away.

“Like it isn’t working.” you sassed, eyes boring right back into his to show you weren’t planning on backing down that easily.

“Don’t get smart with me. You’ve already dug yourself a pretty deep hole. I’d hate for you to fall in it.” he crossed his arms, cautioning you.

You both stood there, still as statues; eyes staring into each other’s souls in a silent battle of dominance. You knew good and well he was going to win, but you weren’t backing down without a little fight.

Sam slowly started walking towards you, his eyes darkening with each step. The intensity of his stare finally becoming too much for you and you looked away. He had you and he knew it. Hell, even you knew it.

“Giving up so soon?” He mocked, grabbing your hands and pulling you to the bed. “Lay down. Arms up.”

You caved, laying down into the softness that was Sam’s bed. Raising your arms up to the headboard, while he grabbed the tie.

Sam’s tone changed for a split second. “Look at me, Y/N.” his eyes locking on yours once again. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I’m sure, baby… I’m positive.” you promised, giving him a confident, warm smile.

Sam took the tie in his hands, bringing it up and securing your hands together, then to the headboard. You gave your new restraint an experimental tug, finding that there was very little give to it.

Sam trailed his eyes from his beautifully tied knot at your hands, all the way down your body. Just to trail back up agonizingly slow from your feet.

Your heart pounding and body heating up under his gaze.

“So gorgeous all tied up and helpless for me. I could look at you like this all night.”

Glancing around the room quizzically, Sam disappeared back into the closet. By the sounds of shuffling drawers and boxes, you knew exactly what he was getting.

“Found it.” he said proudly, appearing back in the bedroom with a wicked grin.

He held up the toy, flicking it on just to torment you more and you jump slightly in your spot. He laughed at your helplessness.

“Relax, petal.” He walked back over to the bed, adjusting your legs and sitting in between them. “Color?”

“Green.” You replied confidently, locking your eyes with Sam’s, trying to anticipate what his first move was going to be.

Sam’s hands smoothed over your skin from your shins to your hips, leaving a fiery, tingling feeling in their wake. His body followed his hands, coming almost nose to nose with you.

“Kiss me, Sammy.” you tried to demand. Sam raised his eyebrows at you in amusement. “You’re not really in a position to make demands, now are you?” He leaned down a little closer to your face. You could just barely feel his the heat of his breath on your lips. You lifted up as much as your restraints would allow you, trying to connect your lips with his.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve a kiss yet.” He dipped his head down, using one of his hands to cup your jaw and tilt your head back, placing kisses below your jawline. No biting, or sucking. Not even using his tongue, only gentle, quick kisses. Applying just enough pressure to have you begging for more.

He worked his way down slowly, not giving you the satisfaction of even a few nibbles to your skin, until he reached where your shoulder and neck meet. He bit into the skin there softly, drawing a sigh of frustration from you. “Sam, come on.”

“You’re so worked up already.” He touched the vibrator to the center of your belly and your body jumped from the sudden feeling.

“Sammy, please.” it sounded pathetic, but you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Please what? Stop teasing you?” he questioned, faking a serious tone.

“Yes, please quit teasing me.” Even the most polite tone you could muster wasn’t good enough for him.

“Nope. I want you to know just how I felt all that time stuck in that meeting.” He rasped out. You were certain his voice dropped down a whole octave.

He switched the vibrator on, dragging it slowly from where it rested just below your bellybutton, up towards your chest. Your back involuntarily arched into the toy and Sam, making him chuckle. “Ah, stay still.” He told you, pushing you back down against the comforter. He held you in place with a firm hand on your hip.

“Sammy!” You squealed when he touched the vibrator to one of your hardened nipples. An amused, almost taunting smile forms over his lips. “Aw, is that too much for you, petal?” he chuckled almost evilly, repeating the same action to your other nipple.

You jerked away involuntarily. It was kind of a strange and intense pleasure. You’d never used your vibrator on other parts of your body, so the feeling was completely foreign to you.

“Sam-“ you tried to choke out through a moan.

He moved it away from your breasts, dragging it back down your sternum and stomach. He stopped just shy of your throbbing core. “I bet this is where you want it, isn’t it?” He asked you, a smirk adorning his face.

“Yes. Yes, Sammy, please.” You could faintly feel the vibrations, but not enough for even the tiniest bit of relief.

Without another moments thought, he brought it down to your dripping entrance, gathering some of the wetness pooling there and finally placing it over your clit.

“Oh, god-“ you moaned, tugging your tied hands. You wanted so badly to reach out and grab his wrist.

The vibrating shot through your whole body like electricity.

“Hmm… Let’s figure out a way to tie this to you.” Sam said, sounding like it was almost a suggestion- Even though you had absolutely no say in the matter.

He turned it off, laying it down beside you and getting up from the bed. He walked his earlier track back to the closet, searching around until he finally found one of his belts. Of course It wasn’t made for this sort of thing, but it would work. Hopefully.

He appeared back in your line of sight, holding it up with a smug smirk.

Sam climbed back in the bed, settling back in his previous spot between your legs. One of his favorite places to be, you were certain.

He spent what felt like forever messing around with the vibrator and belt, until he finally got it tightly secured against you. “Can’t move too much, petal… We don’t want it to come loose.” You nod, knowing good and well you wouldn’t be able to stay still. “Color, baby?”

“Still green, Sammy.” You assured him, watching his hand move to the switch of the vibrator and turning it on the lowest setting.

“Fuuck yes, Sammy.” Your soft moans of relief filled the air immediately. Sam watched you, growing even harder at the sight of you. Part of him hated that he wasn’t exactly the one making you feel good and he wanted to quit the antics and fuck you right then. But, he decided against it- Feeling like you deserved a major taste of your own medicine.

After a few minutes of listening to your barely audible moans and taking note that you weren’t quite squirming the way he wanted, he leaned forward. “I think this needs to go a little higher.” He turned it up, sending a much higher level of vibration directly into your clit.

“Fucking hell, Sammy!” A significantly louder moan tore from your lungs and a pleased smile formed on his all too smug face.

“There we go… That’s all you needed, huh?” Sam teased, getting up from the bed.

“Sam, y- you said you wouldn’t l-leave!” You manage through your constant whimpering and moaning, panic written all over your face.

“Shhh, petal. I’m just gonna sit right there and watch you. Just like I said I was gonna do.” He pointed to the black loveseat in the corner of your bedroom. “Sammy, please.” You beg. but you’re not quite sure what for.

Sam only chuckled at you lowly, reaching down to bump the up the setting once more, before sauntering over to the chair.

The new setting; switching between a few seconds of solid vibrations and a quick pulsating rhythm, had you lurching forward and the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Fuck, no! Sam, please I- I need you right here, please!” You begged, clinging to your last few moments of composure, before your first orgasm was soon to take over.

“Sucks doesn’t it, petal? Can’t touch me, can’t feel my fingers inside you…” You groaned at his verbal tormenting, but tried to focus on the pleasure your toy was providing you. “That’s it… Let go. Cum for me, baby.”

You first orgasm snapped inside you like an overstretched rubber band. Your back arched away from the bed- loud, high pitched moans falling from your lips almost constantly.

Coming down from your high, you were seeking out a moment to recover, Only to find the vibrating hadn’t stopped and wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“S-Sam, aren’t you gonna- gonna let me have a break?” you choked out breathlessly and he shook his head “Nope.” was all he said, smirking at your already sweaty, flushed body.

“S-Sam, come on. That’s not fair!”

you whined in protest. “It wasn’t fair to me when you sent those pictures. Be a big girl and take it.” He shot in a sharp tone.

Three more orgasms later, you could barely think even straight. Body trembling and thrashing, pornographic, loud cries of pleasure being ripped from your lungs. Sam’s name being pretty much the only word you could remember.

“Sam- Sammy! Plea-please!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face in a constant stream. “I can’t t-take it! I’m b-begging you-“ Your words sputtered out in little hiccups, with broken moans mixed in.

Sam seemed to take pity on you in that moment, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and walking over to the bed. Before he even had a chance to turn it off, you fell completely silent through another orgasm.

He took his former spot in the middle of your legs, immediately shutting off the vibrator and removing it from your body completely.

“Shhh, petal. Can I touch you so I can untie you?“ He carefully asked sitting the toy on the nightstand. His dominant demeanor faded and was quickly replaced with a calm, sweet, but still firm and strong one.

All you could manage for him was a soft nod.

He reached up, pulling the knot loose and taking your wrists gently into his hands. You relaxed under his soft touch, breathing finally calming down.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” His eyes scanned over your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

“I’m okay, Sammy..” you answered, voice just above a whisper.

He continued to study your eyes, a small smile forming over his lips when you reach up to cup his cheek.

“Sammy?”

“Yea, petal?” he was giving you his undivided attention and it made your heart swell in your chest. “I need you.”

Without a second of hesitation, Sam’s lips were on yours in a needy, frantic kiss. His hands traveled up your arms from where they had still been cradling your wrists, up to your face.

He pulled away after a few more moments, tugging on your bottom lip as he drew back. “Are you sure you can handle it? I just put you through a lot…” He trailed off with a shit-eating grin, gesturing to your center that was without a doubt still soaked.

“I think I can handle it, as long as you’re gentle.” You giggled, gliding your hands along his shoulders softly.

Gentle, slow sex with Sammy was something you rarely got. Granted, this was an interesting turn- given he was absolutely dominating you just 15 minutes ago, but you weren’t going to complain. Sammy always kept you on your toes and you loved that.

“I mean, I probably won’t get off again… but at least you will.” you smirk, hand snaking between your bodies to his painfully hardened dick.

You palmed it gently, causing a animalistic groan to erupt from Sam.

“Fuck- quit or I’ll cum right here in my pants.“ he hissed, swatting your hand away.

He undid the button of his jeans, frantically fumbling around to get them off.

“Slow down, Sammy..” you ran your fingers through his hair, willing him to take his time. He closed his eyes for a moment, regaining his composure and returning his attention back to you.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re still wet enough to take me. Okay, petal?” His hand massaged at your thigh, awaiting your approval to touch your still slightly sensitive core.

“I’m okay, baby. Go ahead.” You encouraged, spreading your legs open a little more for him.

“Think I can get one more orgasm out of your pretty cunt, Y/N?” He questioned, dragging his finger through your folds that were indeed still drenched. A shaky breath fell off his lips at how wet you still were.

“I think I can do one more…”

You whimpered when he slowly slid in a single finger, keeping it completely still to be sure you weren’t too sensitive.

Once you gave him the okay, he pumped his finger in and out a couple times. After a few curls of his finger, he removed them from you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“So, so hot, Sammy.” His cheeks tinted the most subtle shade of pink. If you hadn’t been looking at him so closely, you would have surely missed it.

“And You’re my pretty girl. Aren’t you?” You opened your mouth to answer, but gasped instead as Sam pushed into you slowly. “Of course you are.” He answered for you.

“Yes, Sammy. So perfect.” you whimpered out, taking a moment to adjust to him, before finally telling him that he can move.

He set a slow but deliberate pace. Each thrust he delivered was deep and purposeful.

He dropped down onto his forearms, laying his head against your shoulder as you played with and tugged at his hair. It was one of the sweetest moments you’d ever had with Sam and there wasn’t much keeping tears from forming in your eyes.

“You feel so good wrapped around me. So, so good, petal.” he praised, picking up the speed of his thrusts the tiniest bit. One particularly deep thrust hit your sweet spot perfectly. “S-Sam, right there-“ you choked out through a moan, fingers tightening in his hair and He groaned in result of the action. “Shit, do that again.” He demanded.

You repeated the action, pulling just a little harder than the first time.

A loud moan sounded from him and his pace faltered for a split second.

“I’m so- close.” He grunted out. “Think you can cum one more time for me, petal?” He asked, hand sneaking between your bodies and ghosting over your clit. “I can try.”

A strangled cry ripped from you when Sam’s calloused fingertips fully connected with your clit, rubbing quick and tight circles.

“Come on, you can do it, baby.” Sam encouraged, fighting to hold off his own high for a little longer.

A strange feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach, one that you weren’t familiar with. It didn’t feel like the normal feeling you’d get before your highs. You grabbed at Sam’s wrist frantically, attempting to stop him. “Sammy, I don’t- I can’t- I feel close, but it feels weird??” You rush out and Sam shakes his head.

“Don’t hold it back. Feel it, pretty girl. I’ve got you..” You did as he said, trying to let your body feel whatever it was that was building inside you.

“There you go. That’s my girl… now let go for me.”

As if your body was waiting for his permission, the knot in your stomach exploded. Your body fell into the most euphoric state you’d ever been in: Stars taking over your vision, your body buzzing with such intense pleasure, it didn’t even feel like you were inside your own body anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sam’s moans and curses reached a volume much like when he had stormed through the bedroom door earlier.

Coming down from your high, you could feel how sloppy and slow Sam’s thrusts had become.

He stilled inside you, panting heavily and shaking above you- Almost identical to the current state you were in yourself.

“You… I… You’ve never done that before…” Sam panted out in shock and you knit your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Haven’t done what?” You questioned, glancing between your bodies for any clues to what he was getting at. He looked up at you attentively, taking your hand in his and guiding it between your two bodies. When your hand reached where you and Sam were connected, you gasped- His stomach and thighs were soaked in your sweet cum. “Oh my god… Was this from me?”

“Yep. I had a feeling your were gonna squirt, that’s why I told you to keep going.” He explained and your mouth fell open slightly.

Carefully, he pulled out of you and both of you hissed from the over-sensitivity. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Couldn’t be better. I’m sorry for teasing you all day.” while it was completely sincere, you couldn’t help the wide smile that took over your face. Sammy rolled his eyes at you playfully. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you are.” You giggled at that, shoving him lightly.

“I think I should get you cleaned up, petal.” He said getting up from the bed. Once he was standing, he offered you his hand. “Come on, I’m gonna run us a bath. That sound okay?”

The smile that formed over your face was so big, that your cheeks started to hurt. Nodding, you took his hand and let him pull you up to your feet, steadying you when your legs wobbled beneath you.

“I think that last one really did me in.” You giggled and he laughed with you, walking with his arm hooked with yours, to the bathroom. “I mean, you did just get off at least 5 times..”

You made it into the bathroom, resting against the sink while Sam turned on the water, pouring in a couple different bath salts. He grabbed two towels and laid them beside you.

Once the water was ready, you stepped in carefully and sighed at the instant relief the hot water provided you. Sam followed soon after, settling in behind you. Pulling you into his chest, he rested his chin on your shoulder, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your jaw.

You both stayed like that for a while; silent and content in each other’s presence.

Sam was the first to speak up after a few minutes. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, babe?” you shifted around slight so you could see him.

Sam leaned up a little closer, barely grazing his lips against your ear. “Next time you wanna tease me, don’t do it while I’m in a 5 hour meeting.”