Tom X Jake Fanart Novels & Stories

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at

The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area. "It's attractive as well...", I glanced at her, she was busy admiring the painting,"... pardon me, my name is Jake, Jake De walter",I said, offering her a hand.She turned, looking down at my hand. She took it,"Rachel blake, nice to meet you", she said, shaking my hand.

Jake replied causing the sweet smile on my lips to widen even more. "Good, why don't we start the game by taking off your bathrobe?" I said to Jake and he smirks at me and then takes off the bathrobe he's wearing right now. I could not help but swallow my saliva as he took off his bathrobe give me more access to his body that was full of tattoos. Jakipz is so fucking hot, he's like a descendant of some greek gods, I would do everything just to have him tonight. "Now tell me why I get this tattoo here," Jake said and pointed to his tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo was an old man with a long mustache. A smirk flashed across Jake's lips as if he is certain that whatever I have in mind is no

~Xavier~ "Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes. "Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself." "Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them.

Jake said cockily, a smug look in his face. “ So when is your birthday, Jake?” Tomiwa said. She was wearing a dark yellow bikini which accentuated her curves, highlighted her dark figure and showed her flat stomach and toned legs. She wrapped her bikini bottoms with a blue scarf and her bikini top was modest. Not too conservative, not too revealing. Jake had been having a difficult time engaging in a conversation with her without looking downwards and blushing, which she noticed but meant to toture him anyway. “Not far away.” He said silengtly, looking away and rubbing his neck.

Connor, Alex and Jake made their way towards me with smirks on their faces. Jake even flashed his middle fingers at Tom and his crew. I could feel a smirk adorning my own face when I saw Tom throwing a tantrum with his arms raised in anger as he kicked the tyres of his car while his team mates tried their best to stop him from taking all his anger out on his poor racing car. “Let’s go.” Alex wounded his right arm around the back of my neck as we stepped away.

"What's wrong with that?" "I don't want him to think of you guys differently. He's Bethany's boyfriend. Please, respect that." "Thea's got a point Kylie." Jonah takes my side. She rolls her eyes. "I am just bored here with all of these paintings surrounding me. What do you expect me to do? Hit on those paintings instead?" I sigh heavily. "At least don't be too flirty." "Okay. Okay. Jesus. Okay I won't." Kylie answers. We stood in front of this huge painting where Tommy left us. Jonah was still busy understanding the meaning of the painting.

he quickly added, and both opposing friends just sighed, knowing they had no choice. "Well... Tomorrow we don't have her in the same classes," Laya said. "In case you don't know, we're in drama acting, and she's in visual arts." "She's really good at it, isn't she?" Harrison said. "She has some beautiful tattoos." "I'd say they're amazing," replied Harrison. "Well, enough already," Tom said irritably. "Stop flattering that fool. I'll see you tomorrow outside the drawing classroom, alright?" "As you wish," they said in unison, lacking the energy to argue, and knowing that Tom, in his current state, was completely out of control.

"Jake really is handsome, isn't he? He aged like fine wine." Xielle’s head snapped toward him. "Ma? Handsome? He has the face of an angel and the soul of a snake," she hissed, her eyebrows knitting tightly together. Maxine let out a loud, dramatic cackle. "You really hate him that much, huh?" "I do," Xielle said shortly, turning her attention back to her screen. She shouldn't have checked social media. The internet was already on fire. #XiJakeCollaboration was trending worldwide, and fans were losing their minds over the "visual power couple." They had no idea that behind the glamorous frame lay a history of wreckage.

They’re men who wear danger like cologne. I’m so caught in my spiral that I don’t even realize I’ve been staring until Jaxon grins again. “Take a picture,” he says smoothly, “it’ll last longer.” I blink and snap out of it. “What?” He pushes off the wall with fluid confidence and steps forward. “Welcome to the house, little artist.” His voice is teasing but it carries an edge like he’s playing, but not really. “I’m Jaxon, in case you didn’t figure that out mid-sketch. And that quiet storm over there—” he gestures lazily toward Damien, who doesn’t acknowledge us, “—is my brother. Damien.”