Warnings: graphic sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, masturbation, listen, all the warnings on this one. Blame Jacob Thomas Kiszka Sir
A/N: This is a two part series! This is part two! Make sure to read part onefirst! Please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors and leave feedback! Also excuse anything that is incorrect about art techniques and what not I’m not an artist lmao. Same thing for the musical terms… you’ll see. I just really hope you all like this little series as much as I do! Thank you!
Pairing: f!reader x Jake
Summary:“give it to me and then paint a fucking picture of it when we finish.” or the one where…Jake has many talents that you admire, one of them including his skill with the pencil. When he needs a certain model, you are more than willing to pose for him,.
Following Jake out the door, you don’t have to check over your shoulder to know the three others are watching you all with delighted looks. The back of your neck heats up, and you’re almost afraid that there will be six little holes burnt into the back of your coat from their eyes, but you assure yourself you aren’t getting hot from any burning stares. The anticipation is making you grow warmer. In fact, despite the slight chill of a Nashville February, you drive all the way to Jake’s with your windows cracked, inviting the cold air in hopes of it cooling your nerves. It only causes you to shake with suspense.
None of the boys live too from the bar, and they all live pretty close to one another. In fact, Josh lives right down the street from Jake, and Danny and Sam only a few blocks in different directions. That being said, the drive is quick, and gives you little to no time to rehearse what you’re going to tell Jake when you get inside. While he pulls into his driveway, you park in your usual spot on the street and quickly pull down your mirror, adjusting your hair and reapplying some lip gloss at the last second. There’s a tap at your window and thank god the lights already dimmed out, so he didn’t see you.
You grab your purse and step out, “Sorry.”
“Thought you fell asleep in there.” He jokes, holding his arm out for you to hook with your own.
You look at it for a second, your chest tightening with nervousness, before wrapping your arm around his own and letting him lead you up to his house. You stay quiet, your mind and heart racing. You can’t help but wonder what is going on in his own head. What if Josh already talked to Jake about this, and this was some elaborate scheme he came up with to get you two together? Before you know it, you’ve convinced yourself this was all Josh’s doing and you’re doubling back on yourself.
I can’t do this I can’t do this I can’t do this-
“What’s with the formality?” You fake a giggle, nodding your head to gesture towards your hooked arms.
Jake just shrugs, “Just felt nice.”
I’m overthinking all of this.
“Oh,” you nod, letting him go once you have reached the front door so he can unlock it.
I don’t even know where to begin. This is a fucking MASTERPIECE. You captured Jake so perfectly, in my opinion. The dialogue was phenomenal, the buildup was delectable, everything about this fic has me digging my own grave because after reading it, I know that I can die happy. I will now be RACING to read absolutely anything else that you decide to write. Absolutelyamazing.Thank you.
A/N: This is a two part series! Here’s the link to part two! I have been working on this one for about a month and a half by now, so pretend this takes place in February. Also, I am no artist and know nearly nothing about supplies and techniques so please bare with me here. I’m pretty proud of this piece, and I hope you all like it too! Excuse any spelling or grammatical errors and please leave feedback! Part two coming soon!
Pairing: f!reader x Jake
Summary:“You do realize that most anatomy portraits are done…” he looks around as if trying to find the right word, “au naturale?” or the one where…Jake has many talents that you admire, one of them including his skill with the pencil. When he needs a certain model, you are more than willing to pose for him,.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, strong language, talk of nudity, alcohol consumption, slight angst, etc.
Word count:10K+
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A renaissance man. That’s what you would always call Jake, and he would always see it as a joke, but you truly meant it. The man held so many talents, so much knowledge, you were left speechless sometimes.
Of course everyone knows him for his legendary guitar playing skills. He’s a master on the strings, shredding to the music gods above, causing them to ponder if a mortal was just as good as them, perhaps even better. Everyone acknowledged his songwriting capabilities, but only few were given the opportunity to read and witness his solo work, stuff he has written on his own such as poems or short stories. He has a way with words that makes you feel tongue tied, writing and speaking wise. Jake would sometimes just open his mouth and you would be in awe because of his eloquent vernacular.
But the one talent he rarely shows the light of day, is his artistic abilities, those of which that involve paper and pencil and sketching and shading and so forth. You consider yourself the luckiest person alive when Jake shows you his art pieces, telling him he’s a modern day da Vinci. He always rolls his eyes, but you really mean it. You always mean it.
Truth is, he would never really show anyone, outside of his brothers, his art projects besides you. The first time he showed you just a simple sketch in his book he’d been playing around with for an hour or so, he was so nervous. Your approval meant the world to Jake, and though he’d never tell you upfront, you could always tell when he would repeatedly say ‘ya think so?’ after you’d stare in amazement and say, 'this is incredible’. After that, all Jake wanted to hear were the praises and compliments from you, so he’d make sure to show you his projects once he deemed them completed to perfection. Just like today.
“How the fuck do you do it?” You chuckle with shock, hooking your arms around his neck and giving him a hug, feeling him snake his arm around your waist.
“Do you like it?” He mumbles, watching you closely as you pull away. You look at him in disbelief, surprised that he’s blind to his own talent still, “Seriously? I love it. It’s beautiful, Jacob. You’re amazing. Every single time, you do so well.”
“Thank you,” he blushes, watching you turn back to the drawing on the table to study it some more.
