Tom X Jake Fanart Novels & Stories

I knew exactly what they were, Jake with his thick arms covered in ink, always walking around shirtless like he wanted everyone to stare at the V that disappeared into his low-slung sweats. Tyler, leaner, blond, smirking like he already knew every dirty thought running through your head before you even admitted it to yourself. They weren’t shy about it either, the last family barbecue Mom dragged me to, I caught Tyler palming himself through his basketball shorts while he thought no one was looking, his eyes glued to his phone screen and his lip caught between his teeth. And Jake? He’d just laughed when he noticed me staring, and he would give me a slow wink and said, “Eyes up here, nerd,” b

Jacob answered, correcting his first statement, but Jackson just rolled his eyes at him before he noticed something. “What’s that?” he asked his brother, pointing at the stuff he brought with Anna earlier. “Her sketchbook I guess,” Jacob retorted and they both moved closer to it. Picking up the sketchbook, Jackson stared at it in amazement after looking at the first page. “This is amazing.” He let out before showing it to Jacob. It was the same painting Anna had sketched the day she joined Tumblr . A painting of a girl with scars as she outstretched her hand to accept the hand of a man even though it was filled with thorns.

Possessive, always so fucking possessive. Before I could savour it, Jake appeared in the doorway—my stepbrother, twenty-five and pure sin. Towering at six-foot-three, with a gym-honed body that screamed danger: tattooed arms, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and messy dark hair that begged to be yanked. His grey joggers hung low on his hips, hinting at the V-line disappearing beneath. "Sis," he growled, that voice like velvet over steel. He pulled me from Richard's arms into his own, hugging me so tight my feet dangled. One hand tangled in my long blonde waves, the other splayed across my lower back, thumb brushing the dimples above my arse. I inhaled his scent—musk and fresh sweat from what

The rogue across the river was Jake, Alpha Clement’s brother. Xandar’s features stiffened, and he emitted a low growl in Jake’s way for speaking to Lucianne in that flirtatious manner. Jake had short, black hair with a good build to match his flawless bad-boy look. His stormy-grey eyes studied the King only momentarily before his sights returned to Lucianne. “I heard that you got yourself a King, Lucy. Can’t say I’m surprised you managed that, given your ability to charm…”

💞 Gianna’s P.o.v💞 After that tiring pillow fight with Xander,i left for my room. “Hey, gorgeous” it was Jake,one of the guys from college. “Hey,Jake” “Gosh, you look so sexy” “Jake,i don’t have time to talk,am so tired and i have a hangover” “How about i take away your hangover?” He asked and i rolled my eyes. “Touch a hair on my sister and I swear i will cut your d**k and feed it to you” Jamal said,Jake put up his hands in surrender.

I wish she’d scream and curse the world for the hand she was dealt, but Brie is still the composed aristocrat she’ll forever force herself to be. I lean against our door, repeatedly running my hand over my face, unable to tear myself away, yet unable to go back inside. I’ll snap. I’ll actually lose my fucking shit if I have to look at her, mangled with tears in her eyes, knowing I’m the cause. Jake, the teenage deckhand who’s father is one of Alex’s high ranking wolves on the Artemis, clears his throat from the middle of the staircase where he’s been perched for Goddess knows how long.

I propped myself up on my elbows, unwilling to miss the show. Each revealed body was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—Xander's massive frame covered in intricate pack tattoos, muscles rippling with every movement; Kane's leaner but no less powerful physique, the wolf tattoo on his chest seeming to move in the moonlight; and Dax, all coiled strength and barely contained energy, his arousal jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. "Like what you see?" Dax smirked, catching me staring. "Yes," I admitted shamelessly, my gaze traveling from one magnificent male to another. "You're all so beautiful."

Jace said, smiling. I offered him a small smile and took a step back. “I'm so sorry for worrying you, Jace,” I said. He gasped dramatically. “She knows my name.” I couldn't help but smile. “And Jaxon. And you too, Jackson. As you can see, I'm fine. No one kidnapped me. I'm in one piece. I did say I would come back when I wanted to.” “We should have listened,” Jackson said, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. His arm was folded over his chest and I saw a tattoo that resembled that of a wolf.

I honestly don't think my heart could beat for another. "Hey Tess, you gonna dust that picture all day?" I heard Jaxon laugh. " No Jax!" I rolled my eyes and set the picture down. Jaxon is Chris's cousin, also one of my best friends. He's a very handsome werewolf with light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile like sunshine.As he walked behind me I got a snap notification from Chris. He was sitting in his car with Samantha, his good friend who happens to be a witch he met on campus, both smiling with the text saying road trip. I snapped back with Jax making a funny face over my shoulder telling them to have fun. and stay safe.

I figure they were likely talking to each other through mindlink. “You don’t really ask questions.” Jaxon comments as he takes off his suit jacket and makes himself comfortable on the sofa. I could now see that his chest and arms were almost completely covered in tattoos. The dark shapes and lines visible underneath his white shirt. The suit jacket had made him look more slender than he really was, hiding his bulging arm muscles. “Oh I do.” But the questions I asked were mostly to myself. Xander smirks at me.