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Are you going to continue “glass slipper”?

you’ll be getting more of the josharella story…..but the next part may not be strictly about them ;)

#let’s just say this next part has been a beas—i mean bitch to write 😳 #hehe i had all these elaborate plans for this series in march and now finally getting to do it is fun! #anon #by liv :)

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glass slipper pt. 2

a/n: put a fork in me, i’m done. enjoy :) ♥︎ liv part one

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5kish words

warnings: SMUT (no minors!), unprotected sex, emo jake mwahaha

Joshua set you down on the empty veranda when you reached the top, and you wobbled slightly when he pulled you behind him, darting to a small door that was dwarfed by the grand ballroom doors. He pulled a golden key from his jacket pocket and placed it in the small door’s lock. 

“We’ll have to be quiet,” he whispered as he turned the key and pushed the door open with a creak. He grabbed your hand once more and you found yourself jogging down a well-lit hallway, with doors open and sounds pouring out of them. The clatter of dishes and cutlery told you at least one of the rooms you sprinted past was a kitchen. The shoe you hadn’t lost was clutched tightly in your hand as you ran.

Elation coursed through you as you looked at the back of Joshua’s head. You weren’t quite sure it could be called love. After all, could someone really fall in love after only one night? 

Before tonight, you would have said an emphatic ‘no’ as well.

Joshua stopped abruptly in front of a closed door and pulled you into another mind-melting kiss, his hands on either side of your face and lips moving softly against yours. “I had to do that,” he exhaled when he pulled away. “You look so absolutely perfect, I just want you entirely.” You clutched his hands as he gazed at you in adoration. You were sure your eyes mirrored his.

“JOSHUA!” called a booming, jovial voice from farther down the hallway. 

“Shit,” hissed the prince, looking around wildly for a doorway to shove you in. A round-bellied man was making his way toward the two of you, his arms outstretched and red face beaming. Joshua’s eyes landed on the heavy wooden door you’d stopped in front of, and he experimentally jiggled the knob, finding it open. “Trust me,” Joshua muttered as he ushered you inside an empty room. “I’m saving you from the dullest conversation you’ll have all evening, darling.” He leaned in from the doorway and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and shutting the door in haste. Seconds later, you heard the muffled sounds of greetings, a strained laugh from Joshua, and your own heavy breathing as your mind reeled and your heart pounded.

What the hell had just happened? The prince, the honestly real and royal prince, was completely enamored with you. Granny isn’t going to believe this, you thought, resting your forehead for a moment on the oak door.

For the first time, you glanced around the room you’d been unceremoniously shunted into. It was a small sitting room, and you were sure it was cozy when the fireplace had been lit and the windows propped open. As it was, the only illumination for you to see your setting was the moonlight streaming in.

“‘Darling’, hm? It would seem that His Highness has finally found someone worthy of his affections.” A voice from one of the room’s shadowy corners made you jump out of your own skin.

“God!” You shrieked in a whisper, clutching at your chest and backing up to press against the door. One of the armchairs positioned facing the window scraped back, and a figure stood, moving into the moonlight and perching on a table piled with books. 

It was a man, handsomely dressed, with long hair hanging down his back tied neatly with a black ribbon, and attractive features half-cast into darkness in the ill-lit room. He examined you head to toe in silence as your hands shook with nerves. “I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be in here,” you babbled in awkward apology. The man smirked.

“The only rule you’ve broken is mine, of trying to avoid as many people as possible at one of these bores,” he said. You relaxed an inch at his easy tone and looked more closely at him. His dark suit and straighter hair were in contrast, but his face was almost identical to一

“I’m Jacob,” the prince’s brother told you, and with a wicked baring of his teeth, added, “His Excellency, the Grand Duke, to you.” You stuttered an unintelligible greeting and began to curtsy with trembling knees once more, but the Grand Duke cut you off with a raspy laugh and held up a hand. “I’m only joking. Sorry, Joshua always hates my sarcasm.” His casual stance and disinterest in the ball formed a persona in your mind that you thought may not be far from the truth: a fun, sardonic trickster who preferred his own company to that of the highborn party-goers attempting to woo him and his power. You decided to play your hand, which consisted solely of him assuming you to be a shy common girl his brother had taken a liking to.

“You shouldn’t make people always refer to you by your title,” you sniffed, turning up your nose and adopting a haughty tone, “or soon, they’re going to start giving you some real responsibilities, Your Excellency.” Jacob threw back his head in a howl of laughter. You couldn’t help but join in, your shoulders dropping completely as you stifled a giggle behind your hand. The two of you continued laughing, you tickled immensely at seeing the almost-king with tears leaking down the sides of his face.

“Well,” Jacob said, when you’d both settled down from your hysterics. “I can see why my brother is clearly enamored with you. Did you just meet him tonight?” You told him that you had, and he nodded thoughtfully, tapping a finger against his chin as he mused, “Perhaps I ought to join the throng more often at these balls, if there’s witty women to be found there.”

You blushed and curtsied in an exaggerated manner, and he smiled again. “You seem to possess the acute knack for being a princess. Been practicing long?” A frown slashed across your face.

“What do you mean?” “I mean,” Jacob began, pushing himself off the table to poke around the ashes in the cold and empty fireplace. “You’re at a ball, waiting to nab a wealthy husband, and how lucky for you it happened to be the prince! I hope you’re well-practiced in the art of having your life stolen from you.” He dipped a finger into the ashes and smeared a “J” on the marble hearth with them. “Or as it’s more commonly known, being royalty.” 

You were indignant. “I didn’t come to this ball to find any sort of husband, and besides, I hardly think marriage is on your brother’s mind after just one evening.” “Then clearly you don’t know him all that well.” Jacob pressed his lips together and looked over at you, sheepish this time. Ashes fell off his fingertips as he rubbed them together absently and drifted towards the ground in slow spirals. “He’s a romantic, a hard-headed romantic, at that. And I knew one day一” He cut himself off, and an awkward silence settled between the two of you. Then, it seemed, he shook his resigned tone off and bit, “Real princesses wouldn’t be caught dead barefoot, sneaking through the halls with a man she’s just met, and in possession of only one shoe.”

Slowly, you felt your smile creep back onto your face. The sarcastic would-be king grinned as you fiddled with the other glass slipper you were still clutching. He wanted to spar, you could tell. He wanted someone he could fling barbs at who would duck and retaliate in kind. In the end, though, you chose a softer poke: “I dropped it outside. Your brother has quite literally swept me off my feet.”

He took it as the best he was going to get, catching your softness and spitting back in more jokes and insisting that you were going to be his sister-in-law sooner than you realized. Familiarity bloomed unusually quickly between the two of you, his barbs chipping away neatly at the wall of discomfort that had been built by his declaration that royalty would ruin you. A while passed, maybe minutes, maybe seconds. You had slid down the door long ago, and now sat on the cold ground with your arms wrapped around your knees. The remaining slipper had been placed to the side, forgotten. Jacob made you laugh.

The door swung open behind you as Jacob opened his mouth once more, and Joshua’s hands were on you before you even saw him. He hauled you up to your feet, moaning, “God, I’m so sorry, you lovely creature,” and pressing you into the door frame in a deep kiss. “That man is a lord in my father’s court, and he’s completely insufferable.” You made a small noise against his lips and squeezed his upper arm to alert him to the fact that you weren’t alone in the room.

Josh pushed off of you and turned to see Jacob, smirking and reclining once more in the armchair. He laced his hands behind his head and asked, “And what exactly were you two up to when you were so rudely interrupted by father’s lackey? And myself,” he added, flashing a stunning wink to you and causing you to wave him off with an indulgent smile. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” Joshua ordered sternly. His hands were still on your waist.

“But they’ll be looking for you, Your Highness!” Jake cried, clearly reveling in his brother’s frenzy. “What shall I tell people when they come searching?”

Joshua grumbled under his breath for half of a second, then cleared his throat and gazed deeply into your eyes. One hand reached up to tuck a piece of hair that had fallen into your eyes behind your ear. “Tell them I’m with the most spectacularly kind and beautiful woman I could ever dream of, and that I’m entirely consumed with falling in love with her.” With that, he pulled you back into the hallway. 

Although Joshua’s words had stolen your breath, attached you to him completely, and made your heart feel as though it was full for the first time in your life, you couldn’t help throwing a last glance over your shoulder to the prince’s brother, wanting to make a parting playful joke. But as the door swung shut, you saw Jacob, for the first time, dumbstruck. Forlorn. His face settled into confused dejection, and longing creased his forehead as he watched his twin hurry away with someone he could be entirely intimate with.

The sight flew from your mind, however, the moment you were inside Joshua’s chambers. Getting in was by no means easy; you slipped past at least three guards who were posted in the various corridors of the expansive castle while Joshua distracted them with banter and showboating. You had to suppress laughter several times, already used to and delighted by his antics after your short time together.

His chambers were larger than the top floor of your home. Nearly every surface and object that could be gilded was gilded, and a fire already roared in the hearth, waiting for him to retire for the evening. The enormous bed, made neatly in silk and mahogany, sat against a wall, positioned so that sunlight would stream in from the windows lining the far wall and kiss his face in the morning. Several oil paintings were hung at various points on the wall, firelight flickering and glinting off the dark paint. You tried to pin down some of their subject matters, but before you could, Joshua’s tongue was in your mouth again.

He was tangled up in you, hands grabbing at any part of you he could reach, fingers fiddling madly with the ribbons lacing your dress at the back. You could barely tear yourself away from his lips long enough to groan out, “I want you, so desperately!” 

“Mm, but how do you want me, milady?” he asked, voice hoarse in your ear and lust-drenched already. Your heat throbbed between your legs and you wanted一no, needed him to take you anyway he chose to. “Do you want me to lay you softly on the bed?” 

As he spoke, he lifted you by your waist and tossed you as though you were made of porcelain onto his plush mattress. You sunk into the silk duvet and almost let out a cat-like mewl of happiness before his lips were on yours again. “Shall I treat you like my princess?” he rasped, trailing his tongue down your neck and stopping around your sensitive spot when you reacted with a louder moan. “Do you want sweetness?” He sucked and pulled the sensitive skin into his teeth, almost definitely leaving a dark purple mark in his wake. 

“Or…” Joshua grasped both your legs, struggling to find purchase at first with the slippery material of your gown covering them. He pulled you toward him so your legs wrapped around his waist and you once more felt the incredibly hard bulge in his pants pressing into your core. You threw your head back, certain that this was going to be the thing to send you over the edge already. Then, your prince leaned down to press his lips into your ear again and muttered, “Do you want me fucking you so relentlessly that you’ll be able to think of nothing but me for the rest of your life?” 

Your eyes rolled back. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Tell me what you want, my darling, and I’ll give it to you,” he purred, and you pulled away to search his eyes for a moment. The earnestness there told you he meant every word he said, even as his mind grew cloudy with desire as he watched your chest rise and fall as you panted beneath him.

“I just want you,” was all you could breathe out, and he looked like you’d just broken him in two. His fingers absently trailed over the string of pearls, but you were so engrossed in staring into his face, you never noticed him take delicate care in unclasping them and setting them on a mahogany end table near the bed. You only noticed when his mouth returned to your neck and he sucked his own necklace of dark purple spots around your throat. A moan escaped you as you twined your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck.

In response, Joshua ground his hips into you in a fluid motion, his cock pressing between your legs. His arms were propped on either side of you as he alternated between kissing your face and neck. When he surfaced and looked down at you, your breath hitched. He was far too heavenly; a face that would have been used a hundred years ago to depict the archangels. His full, pink lips smiled so often that you were beginning to think he felt as happy as you did. You took the opportunity of him pausing to run your fingers over his lips, brushing over the mustache as well. “I like this,” you giggled. 

He nuzzled against your neck for one more moment before murmuring, “Is that so? Do you like the feeling here?” In demonstration, he trailed his lips around the tops of your breasts quickly, the mustache and small beard scratching the sensitive skin and causing a small gasp of confused pleasure to emerge from you. Then, he asked, low as sin, “Shall we see how it feels against your legs, milady?” Your core throbbed shamelessly as he scooted off of you and went to kneel at the edge of the bed. Rough, weathered fingertips skated featherlight up your exposed legs, pushing your skirts up with them. True to his word, he kissed up the inside of your legs, from ankle to thigh, his fingers keeping an iron grip on the bottom of each calf as he worked with careful precision. 

“Oh, do hurry, please, God,” you begged as he teased his way closer to where you needed him more than anything in the world.

“But my darling, we have all night,” Joshua murmured from between your legs. His heavy eyebrows and golden-brown eyes peeked up at you through the mess of curls. Some very vague voice in your head tsk’d in disapproval and reminded you in a pert cluck that you did not have all night to spend at the castle. It was so easily silenced, as it had been the first time, when the prince’s lips touched you.

His tongue slid upwards, dragging you into heaven as your back arched dramatically and you groaned. He rubbed it against your clit and the feeling was so sharply pleasurable that you couldn't help the shriek of “Fuck!” that fought its way out of you. 

“Good, princess?” he inquired. The only way you could answer was to grasp at his curls and pull yourself more flush against his face, feeling his prominent nose pushing against you in the most shamefully wonderful way. Joshua took this motion as praise and exhaled a chuckle before licking teasingly around your core. Once it seemed he was satisfied with your huffing, moaning, and pleading, he returned to eating you out voraciously. He sucked your clit in between his lips and a blazing light streaked from your legs to your chest. Your nails were dug so far into his hair you were surprised it was staying attached to his head. His fingers gripped the flesh of your thighs and held you in a death grip as the outright filthy sound of him lapping at your cunt filled the room, mingling with the crackling of the fire. 

A dreamy, breathless sigh escaped you as he continued, and floated up, out the window and into the starry night sky. “Joshua, angel,” you moaned in distraction, and you could see the top of his forehead color from between your legs. The pet name clearly had an effect on him. 

An effect you greatly enjoyed.

“You’re so wonderful, Your Highness,” you sighed. His fingers tightened around your thighs, causing you to giggle, but he soon pushed the laughter away by rubbing his nose against your clit at just the right angle, and without warning, your back arched off the bed as your body was filled with so much glittering pleasure that you couldn’t stand it any longer. You screamed and called out his name and thrashed beneath his grasp, but he held you down and kept his tongue pressed into you throughout.

When the feeling had finally dissipated from you, you lay against the silk, feeling as though you could sink into it at any moment. Then Joshua was kissing you again, and you realized you never wanted him to stop. His face was damp from your orgasm, which caused you to blush. He broke away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“What are you thinking of?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, and his fingers trailed over the smooth skin of your face. Your brain was clouded in such a fog that all your exhausted brain could offer as a compelling thought was, “S’warm in here.” 

Joshua chuckled against your skin and pressed more kisses along it. “Too hot, milady? I suppose I may have worked you into a bit of a frenzy.” He paused and winked at you before getting to his feet and walking away from the bed. Your dress was still pushed up around your hips, and you could hardly move for a few seconds, still basking in the feeling of euphoria your prince had given you. When you finally sat up, dress rustling around you, you turned to see Joshua unlatching a window and pushing it gently open. He stared out into the grounds of the castle for a moment, then turned back to you and held out a hand.

Mere hours ago, that hand had been beckoning you onto the dancefloor. The thought made you want to laugh in delight. You tried to roll gracefully off the bed, but your dress was sticking to your skin uncomfortably. You finally smoothed it back down to its original position with much huffing and puffing. Joshua murmured “Come here, you pretty little thing,” with a soft smile. 

It almost worried you how willingly you went to his arms. The two of you perched on the window sill, your back pressed into his chest, and gazed out at the darkened garden. The sound of the fountain was almost imperceptible from this distance. You tilted your head back so it rested between his neck and shoulder, and you could feel his heart beat against your back. 

“Do you know why I chose this room for mine once my brothers and I got older?” Joshua asked quietly, breaking the extraordinarily comfortable silence. You craned your neck to look up at him. 

“Haven’t the slightest idea.”

You thought that his eyes were reflecting the image of the stars in the sky, or maybe he was simply giddy with affection. 

“This is the only bedroom that faces east, over the gardens and towards the village. The sun rises every morning in the east, over the houses and I一” He broke off and cleared his throat awkwardly. You frowned.

“And you what?” you asked. The prince dropped his gaze to your shoulder, suddenly very interested in the detailing of your dress’s neckline. He exhaled a short laugh through his nose and peeked up at you.

“...And I always had a feeling, a very strong feeling, that the sun was shining on someone I was going to fall in love with. It’s ridiculous, I know, but…” Trailing off again, he chewed his lip, unable to meet your eyes. 

Words escaped you. Everything escaped you. You turned your body so you were once more sitting between his legs and placed your hands on either side of his face and said, “Joshua, I think I’m falling in love with you already.” 

The look of desperation and surprise that lit his face would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been deadly serious about your declaration. “Already?” he croaked, voice scratchy and pitched high. You almost giggled. 

“Absolutely.” You kissed him so gently that at first, he didn’t move. He stayed frozen, stock still, and felt you pecking at his lips. Then he let out a stuttering breath (that may have been the ghost of a bemused laugh) and grabbed your face, kissing you back with hunger. 

“I think that’s preposterous,” he said between kisses. He seemed unable to go for so long without talking, even if his tongue was sort of occupied in your mouth. “Who ever heard of two people falling in love after one night?”

“I was thinking the same,” you said, and gasped out a startled laugh as his hands flew to the silk ties on your dress and finally undid them. The dress fell from your shoulders and you hurriedly pulled it back up to cover your chest. 

“What’s the matter, darling? You’re so entirely perfect,” Joshua groaned, attempting to pull the dress back down. “Are you not ready? Shall I stop? Would you like to go home?” 

His barrage of nervous and gentle questions made you really laugh. “No, no, no, Your Highness!” you cried. “I want nothing more than to stay with you, but you’ve just undressed me in front of a window for the entire kingdom to see.” You tweaked his nose playfully. “I think for just now I’d rather you be the only one who sees me this way.” 

The prince let out an entirely-too-loud guffaw and said, “You know, you make a compelling point, milady! I think I will keep you just for myself, at least for the moment.”

What felt like mere moments later, he was pulling you back towards the bed and shedding his own clothing in the process. Clothes fell sloppily as you kissed one another with passion, your dress long forgotten by the window and various undergarments strewn about the room. You tugged his white, silk uniform shirt off and very nearly threw it in the fire in your desperation to feel his soft skin. 

He fell backwards onto the bed when his legs hit it, pulling you on top of him and running his hands through your hair and over your back as he kissed you. The two of you were now completely bare for one another, and the feeling of him beneath you was indescribable. He was lean, but had muscle enough to keep his chest firm and stomach tight as he clearly fought the urge to buck his hips up into yours to find some relief. You could never have dreamed that you would ever feel the prince’s cock between your legs, let alone so many times in one night. 

You were achingly wet for him, already digging your nails into his shoulders even as he continued kissing you. Gone was the dominant, powerful persona that he had brought you into the bedroom with. There was more than lust here, you could feel it.

Just when you thought you might die if he didn’t take care of you, a strained and tense huff escaped him as he frantically whimpered, “Can I please be inside you now?”

A moan the likes of which you were sure had never defiled the walls of the castle before left you and you sunk down onto him, the both of you gasping and moaning and near-sobbing with pleasure. He fucked up into you immediately and you shrieked, putting out a hand on his chest to steady yourself. 

“Easy, milord,” you panted under your breath, and Joshua smiled sheepishly. 

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “Please, keep going when you can.”

Part of you wanted to stop and beg this man to marry you, but the slightly more dignified part of you began riding him in earnest, leaning down for a kiss that Joshua returned with aggression. His hands slid all around your torso, palming your breasts momentarily then coming to rest on your hips and bounce you himself. He felt incredible inside you as he thrust his hips up to meet yours, and you cried out in pleasure before remembering yourself and asking in a haze, “Oh, can they hear us?” You weren’t sure who “they” would be, only half conscious of your volume as you fucked the future king into his own royal bed.

“No, I shouldn’t think so,” grunted Joshua in return. His face was as red as it had ever been, his lips pressed tightly together in an obvious effort to last as long as he could. You leaned down again to trail your tongue lightly along his ear before whispering, “Let go, Your Highness…”

The prince groaned in dismay. “Please, stop…every word out of your mouth is setting me on fire, my darling!” He gripped your hips harder and flipped you over so your head now rested on his pillow, and began slamming into you with such force, it almost hurt.

Almost.

Instead, your pleasure hit a peak incredibly fast and lasted, tugging you through endless clouds of gauzy comfort and bliss. You wanted to cry as you trailed your hand up his chest, absently feeling the thin layer of hair covering it. Joshua’s pace was fast, but he soon began to falter as each thrust pushed you closer and closer and closer to your edge.

You tumbled over it clutching to Joshua and crying out his name as he did the same. The cries mingled together and muffled as he kissed you and you clenched around his cock still inside you. You came together with an exuberant sigh, feeling him fill you up before he took a deep breath and pulled out of you. He rolled over and lay beside you, the two of you panting in harmony and laughing quietly when the orgasm had faded from view.

Joshua rolled over to look at you. “You are more beautiful to me than the sun that rises every morning over your house.” Your skin was already hot and sticking to the duvet, but you couldn’t help feeling bashful still. 

“You are a flirt,” you laughed, brushing a sweaty curl off his forehead. “I would have thought that more characteristic of your brothers.”

“Ah, they only know how to say cheap things, empty sentiments that have been used ten times over to impress whatever living, breathing thing is within arm’s length.” He paused and the smirk melted from his lips. “I’ve meant every word I’ve said to you.”

“So have I, milord.” A groan of mock anguish left the prince as he buried his face in your neck and you giggled in delight. “Must I beg you to stop calling me that?! I’m just Joshua, that’s all I want to be.” He placed a hand on the back of your neck and lifted you gently to his lips. “That’s all I want to be for you.”

You thought of the ball that was most likely still going on, floors and floors beneath you. It felt like you’d entered the doors of the palace a lifetime ago. “I should go,” you whispered, although it was the last thing in the world you wanted to do. 

“Why?” Joshua asked, his tone matching yours. “Your family will be there in the morning, stay with me. Stay…stay fore一” He cut himself off and tried to recover in an embarrassed rush, “For as long as you’d like.”

“What happens tomorrow, when the sun rises? Am I going to look as beautiful to you? Or are you going to remember that I’m just a low-born girl who has no business even being inside of this palace,” you asked. The words tumbled out of you in fear before you could even stop them, and tears pricked at your eyes. You wiped them with the back of your hand in frustration. 

He pondered his words for less than a second. “I imagine…that when it’s tomorrow…I’ll wake you up with a kiss, like this.” Joshua kissed your shoulder, soft and sweet, then smiled. “Then I’ll lift you out of bed and find something to wrap you in一do you like satin? I’ll give you my favorite robe to wear, and we’ll go down to the gardens, and pick some mint leaves to make tea, then we’ll sit and look at the flowers, and you’ll tell me you’re falling in love with me again.”

Your heart hammered, and you were suddenly keenly aware of how naked you were. But everything within you, though nervous, felt right. It felt right to be here with him, and to be doted on and adored by him. You loved him, already.

“And then, of course,” the prince muttered, kissing you one last time before he pulled the coverlet over the two of you and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “I’ll tell you that I love you again.” 

The two of you drifted into an even slumber for several minutes before you remembered to get up (“Not quite ready to bear the royal heir?” Joshua joked) but then, you redressed in your slip and climbed into the bed next to him once more. 

“I’ve put all your clothes and your pearls over on that chair,” Joshua murmured sleepily, tugging you closer to him as you sighed in contentment. “But, where are the shoes you were wearing, my darling?”

#WOOHOO!! #hope this makes sense it's been written in so many chunks FLKFJDFJ #josh kiszka fic #gvf fic #gvf smut #josh kiszka smut #by liv :)

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Omg more more more of glass slipper. Best fic I’ve ever read

well good thing it's already 80% done hehehe ♥︎

#mayhaps this weekend who knows! #anon #by liv :)

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glass slipper

a/n: omg so this only took like three months. anyway, i love cinderella so i was GEEKING to write this, and i hope you all love it as much as i do. shoutout to lexie @sparrowofthedawn for being this fic’s number one fan, ily bestie ♥︎ cinderjoshua! let me know if you’d like to see more of this, because chapter two is uh...already written ♥︎ liv

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warning: sensual content/light smut, mentions of a dead parent, part two gonna be smuttaayyyy

“You look beautiful,” your grandmother murmured as she watched you examine your reflection in the floor-length mirror. “There won’t be a single gentleman who can keep his eyes off you.”

She pulled herself out of the armchair with sun-stained velvet, a relic she had kept facing the window in her room for longer than you’d been alive, and supported her weight on her ivory-handled cane, plodding slowly across the room to you.

“Are you sure?” you whispered. You twirled experimentally, the skirts of your grandmother’s borrowed ball gown swirling around you and settling back onto the floor with a hush. 

“Very.” Grandmother stood behind you and you looked at her reflection with a small smile. “I can’t believe how much you spruced up that old thing. You know, I wore it to my very first ball.”

You turned around in surprise and took your grandmother’s hands in your own. “You used to attend balls, granny?” You tried to picture a youthful woman, who used to run through the very house you lived in now, and who dazzled your then-young grandfather with her winning smile.

“Of course, my dear. I’m so overjoyed that the king has decided to open this one to the whole of the kingdom.” She brushed imaginary dirt from the silky skirts of her dress and beamed at you in the mirror. 

“Father says I shouldn’t go,” you said, chewing your lip. “He thinks it’s foolish to even attend, since no suitor with any sort of title would even look twice at our family.”

Grandmother huffed indignantly. “Oh, what does he know?” You stifled a giggle, then gasped when she pulled a delicate string of pearls from her pocket and ran them around your neck. “There are some men who don’t care a penny about wealth, and those are the ones worth falling in love with.” She finished fastening the string of pearls and stood back, smiling. “These were your mother’s,” she said softly. “I think she’d cry, seeing you wearing them now.” 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you dabbed at them with the back of your hand, not wanting your face to get blotchy. You looked down at the dress again, loving how the setting sun reflected off the shining folds that draped so elegantly against your figure. The bodice was tight against your chest and laced with ribbons up the back, and puffed sleeves that had gone out of fashion years ago complemented your arms. Pulling up the skirts, you rotated your left heel to show off the small, heeled slippers you were wearing. “I am so happy now that I bought these from the glass-blower’s. I know they were an unnecessary expense, and glass slippers are less than practical, but一”

“But they’re perfect. And a young lady deserves to have a small bit of luxury, every once in a blue moon.” Grandmother winked.

You practically flew from the house, too excited to pay much attention to your father’s weary promises that this was a waste of time. He told you to be back at home by midnight, at which you placed a sweet kiss on his cheek and assured him you would.

“Unless I fall madly in love, right, granny?” you called over your shoulder as you passed through the front door.

“Right!” Grandmother responded, and you caught a glimpse of your father rolling his eyes in distress.

Every square inch of the castle had been decorated for the occasion. Vibrant flowers filled vases on every table, and the footmen were wearing burgundy and gold-lace-trimmed uniforms and stationed near every door. You swept into the ballroom with all the other attendees, feeling nervous and self-conscious next to all the fabulous trappings of wealth you saw around you. The king and queen themselves sat in thrones at the front of the ballroom, surveying everyone filtering into the room with smiles and gracious nods. 

After a few moments, a footman who stood by the main entrance walked in front of the doors, cleared his throat, attracting the attention of many, and loudly announced, “His Royal Highness, the prince!”

The prince. You strained your neck, as did everyone else, to see the man that entered the ballroom. He was broad-shouldered and handsome, dressed in an off-white silk uniform which was elegant without being eye-catching. He fidgeted awkwardly under the gaze of the entire ballroom, but quickly pulled a winning smile onto his face as everyone applauded his entrance. He looked accustomed to a spotlight, if not partial to it. 

You watched as he passed around the front of the dais, bowing first to his father, then stooping to kiss his mother’s hand. He then moved to stand to the right of his father’s throne with his hands clasped stiffly behind him and stared out over the crowd. The king stood to address the party-goers with outstretched arms, but his words faded into a light buzz as you found yourself unable to wrench your sight away from his son. People in the village talked at length about the handsome royalty, but seeing him in this element was something else altogether.

He wasn’t particularly tall, but his stance was so powerful that he demanded attention. You noticed several people’s eyes flicking over to him, as yours were, while his father spoke. The ball was being thrown in celebration, the king announced, because his dear friend, and king to the neighboring country, was in visitation with the royal family. Prince Joshua looked down at his feet after several seconds of attempting to stand still, resuming his uncomfortable fidgeting. He practically sparkled with energy. His hair was wild, an ungovernable mess of chestnut curls that complemented light brown eyes and the patchy facial hair around his mouth. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Though you tried your best to listen to the king’s words, the prince continued to steal your attention. He would look up, then down, sometimes moving his shoulders in apparent boredom with the stiffness and formality necessary to his station. The king finally announced that the party should commence, and the orchestra began playing a lively tune, at which several couples swept onto the dance floor. Prince Joshua relaxed his stately stance and moved into the crowd to make conversation. You tried to busy yourself in polite nods and smiles at the easy chatter from the guests next to you, but desperate wishes that a man as beautiful as the prince would one day look in your direction were quickly filling your heart.

Excited murmurs behind you alerted you to the fact that one had.

When you looked back in the prince’s direction, you saw his brown eyes locked with yours. Your stomach dropped, nerves twisting it into knots and your chest suddenly feeling hot. He was pushing his way towards you through the crowd, muttering apologies to people he brushed past. Full lips quirked into a lovely smile as he realized you were staring back at him in surprise. People parted, looking first at the prince, then you, making you feel as small as a mouse.

The prince stopped in front of you and cleared his throat. His smile was so kind that for a moment, you could almost believe that this was just a boy you would meet in the village, shopping at the market beside you.

His outstretched hand reaching for yours made your breath falter. There was pleading, soft and earnest, in his eyes. “Milady,” he said, low enough that the whole ballroom leaned in to hear him. “Might I have the next dance?” There was an entire ocean, perhaps a universe, between your hand and his. A hush enveloped the two of you as the string music fizzled away, taking its cue from the prince. Your dress felt tight against your skin. Every atom of you wanted to take his hand. 

So you did.

It was impossible, you thought, as the prince’s face relaxed into an easy smile and began leading you into the center of the dance floor, that two people’s hands should fit together this seamlessly. His was warm, holding yours as tightly as he could without trapping you. He looked back and smiled sunshine at you, and you returned it with nervous anticipation. Hundreds of eyes bored into you as you went. Jealous whispers and titters from the other young ladies were soon masked by the orchestra striking up a waltz, and the prince paid them no mind as he finally stopped in the center of the room, turned to you, and bowed.

Your head sunk and knees bent in a curtsy, an iron grip on the fabric of your skirt preventing wobbling legs. When you raised your head again, the prince was standing closely in front of you, his arms open and waiting. His mouth and fingers twitched so slightly with nerves that you would have missed it had you not stepped into him. One arm wrapped around your waist, and when his hand pressed into the small of your back, you swore you could hear him sigh. The fingers of his free hand grasped yours delicately and held them to the side.

“Are you nervous?” he whispered. His lashes cast shadows onto his cheeks with the light from the chandelier overhead. Up close, his eyes had a yellow lilt, like flashes of lightning.

“Not a bit,” you lied breathlessly, and he pulled you flush against his chest. You spun with careful steps into the center of the dancefloor as the string music swelled back to fill the room. The glass of your shoes clinked against the immaculate waxed floor, and you prayed with every fiber of your being that you wouldn’t trip over your long gown. The prince had a tight hold on your waist as he danced the two of you around in circles. Your body was almost unresponsive, swept along as you stared into his eyes and tried to recover from the shock of what just happened. The suggestion had been that everyone would join the prince in this waltz, but the onlookers stayed at the edges of the floor, too interested in watching the young man and his mysterious, pretty companion gaze at each other.

As you passed around the center of the crowd, you heard one lady, perhaps a duchess, given the sash she wore over her dress, whisper to her companion from behind a feathered fan, “She’s not at all what I would have thought for him…although quite beautiful, I must say.” Your face colored, and the prince smiled at you, his sweet brown eyes as warm as the hand that rested on your back.

“Quite right,” he murmured. His eyes never left your face. Yours dropped to the ground with sudden interest. The steps of the waltz now felt like an old and familiar routine as you stayed pressed to his body.

You muttered an embarrassed, “Thank you, Your Highness,” but the prince tutted quickly, causing you to look up at him.

“Joshua,” he said plainly. It suited him so wonderfully, you thought. His simple and easy nature was fitted to his simple and easy name. Prince Joshua had always sounded unnecessarily prim to you, as you remembered one time when you had seen the prince attempt to visit a shop in the village. His coachman had loudly announced the prince’s entrance, and you had caught the smallest glimpse of Joshua squirming in discomfort. You’d thought then that he must have preferred to keep a low profile. Now, you were certain it was something else.

“Do you truly love your crown?” You asked, and the abrupt rudeness of your question surprised you as it left your mouth. Joshua blinked in disbelief, his lips parting immediately to answer, then closing. Open, then closed. “I am sorry to ask,” you whispered quickly, “but it seems as though the stiffness of royalty doesn’t quite appeal to you, and maybe you’d rather explore other pursuits, perhaps ones that don’t come with a title and the whole nation’s eyes upon you.” 

He kept dancing you around the floor, although now his gaze was clapt on you with interest and a little surprise, and his movements seemed rehearsed and mechanical. “Do you know that you are the first person who’s ever asked me that?” he queried. 

“I apologize, milord.” You wanted to hide your face in shame.

“Don’t,” came the soft reply. “Or you’ll have the whole of the royal guard to contend with.” A laugh surprised you by fluttering nervously from your throat. Joshua smiled, but his eyes took on a far-away look as he said, “I wouldn’t pass this crown to my worst enemy.” His mouth settled into a grim line. “Though were I a lesser man, I might. The pressures and the decisions and the一” He cut himself off in a huff, his hands absently switching positions as he stared at a fixed point on the wall. “I hate it, with every bit of me, I hate it.” Joshua looked at you suddenly, as if he’d forgotten you were there. His grip tightened again when he locked eyes with you. “I can’t believe I’ve…I’ve never told anyone that before. I never wanted to sound ungrateful.”

You didn’t know what to say. Every bit of you wanted to hold him, feel his curls in your fingers before you kissed him and tugged him away from this dance floor, from this castle, from this kingdom, from everything and tell him he’d never have to feel that pressure again. Instead, you moved the hand on his shoulder to rest on his cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb. “Thank you for doing so,” you said quietly. 

Joshua was still looking at you with the same longing he had been, but now there was a different, more fiery look behind the placid attraction. “Milady,” he said, and dipped his head forward so his nose was touching yours, his lips centimeters away, “if I may be so bold.” 

He was going to kiss you. The two of you stopped your calculated swaying, coming to rest near the center of the floor. Your feet felt like they might betray you at any moment, ankles perilously close to giving out as you nervously clutched at his lapel. Other couples had since wandered on to join the waltz, although you and the prince had been so wrapped up in one another, you’d hardly taken any notice. Music seemed to be playing, but it dulled in your mind as the room became more of a painted background than reality. The multitude of dancers now hid you partially from sight, which you were insurmountably grateful for as he moved to press his lips, sweet as honey, to yours.

“How are you getting on, then, brother?” The loud crow from a passerby interrupted the tranquility of your moment with Joshua and caused the two of you to awkwardly jump apart. Samuel, duke of the principality, and younger brother to the man holding you in his arms, spun by in a whiz, a young lady in a dark red gown helplessly clinging to his arms in an effort to stay upright.

“I think you’ve misheard the tune, Samuel,” Joshua replied, and you noticed a slight tick in his jaw as if in irritation at his little brother’s interruption. “This is a waltz. There’s no need to throw your companion into hysterics.” From the look on her face, Samuel’s erratic dancing seemed to have charmed, if slightly exasperated his partner. 

The duke waved Joshua’s words with a good-natured smile and called over his shoulder as he made his way across the floor, “I do hope you’re not planning on jeopardizing the lovely lady’s time all evening, Joshua!” Your stomach flipped for a moment; surely, he couldn’t mean you?

“My brother,” Joshua grumbled, motioning in the direction of the duke. “He always wants what I have.” Your hand slipped slightly in his grasp, suddenly damp with nerves. 

“And you…have me?” You inquired, chewing at your lip. It didn’t matter, whatever he responded. If the prince wanted you, then you were his. Royalty was handed anything it took a fancy to. For all your attraction toward him, the thought upset you. 

He smiled down at you. Fondness was etched in every corner of his face. “Only if you’d have me,” he replied. Your stomach untwisted and you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The pace of the music had quickened, though the two of you remained locked in a slow sway as party-goers twirled past you in delight, wrapped up in their own lives and loves as you considered the man whom you were beginning to think might be yours.

“How gracious.” The two of you shared a secret smile and kept dancing, although your bodies were merely going through the motions. The waltz ended soon after, and Joshua bowed once more to you as it did. 

When the orchestra struck up another slow and romantic tune, Joshua glanced quickly around him. You noticed his eyes land upon his mother and father, who were engaged in deep conversation with a diplomat who had approached their dais. You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward. “If you have been instructed to dance with other ladies,” you began in a whisper, unable once again to look into his radiant face. “You have free leave to do so, I understand there are noblewomen here that I’m sure your parents一” 

“I can’t imagine anything I’d like to do less.” You snapped up to see him pressing his lips together to contain a gleeful smile. Your shoulders dropped in relief; you couldn’t imagine anything you’d like him to do less, either. Girlish excitement flooded through you once more. “They do,” Joshua confirmed with a somewhat sheepish glance at the floor, “want me to dance with all the landed gentry they can force upon me, so I might find myself hopelessly and conveniently in love with one of the richer ones.”

“Gold loves company, I believe the saying goes,” you joked, poking his dimple with your finger, unable to stop yourself as he beamed at you once more. He grabbed your hand as you went to lower it and pressed a kiss to the palm. He made eye contact as he did so, and if you’d thought your stomach had been full of butterflies before, they had surely now flapped themselves into hysterics.

The only thing able to leave your pathetically drooping mouth was, “Oh…” The prince chuckled and released your hand, though you quickly moved it back up to rest on his shoulder once more. 

“I get the feeling that you’re not often rendered speechless,” he said. 

“No, not often. Only in the company of very beautiful people.” Joshua, future ruler of every part of the world you’d ever seen, blushed furiously. 

“Would you like to retire to the gardens, milady? I am so enjoying your company.” With a nod you were sure appeared as desperately breathless as you felt, you took his outstretched hand once more. He led you to the edge of the dance floor, slipping into the throng like a ghost and pulling you behind him. With demure and tight nods to some nobility that tried to catch his eye, he stopped in front of a gilded table next to the massive glass doors that led out onto a veranda. You could make out a staircase, with what had to be a hundred steps leading down to the gardens, shrouded in soft light from the moon and stars that watched over the castle quietly.

No one noticed your departure as the two of you slipped silently from the ballroom. The crowd swirled together in your eyes, fuzzing into one colorful shape that stayed on the edge of your periphery. The only person you had eyes for rested his arms for a moment on the balcony, gazing out over the garden, at the center of which sat a hedge maze. 

“My brothers and I used to get lost in there nearly every day,” Joshua said, noticing your eyes locked on the maze. “Eventually, our mother had to put a guard by the entrance, because she could never get us out in time for dinner.”

You giggled, enjoying the image of a young, curly-haired prince relentlessly pursuing the future duke around the harrowing twists and turns of the maze. You tried to recall the image of the other royal brother in your mind. A name escaped you, but you were certain you’d heard talk of him in the market: a twin to the prince, handsome as his brother, but born five minutes too late to be king. It seemed likely he had been flitting around the ball as much as his brothers, although you couldn’t remember seeing him. You’d been so wrapped up in his brother’s attention that anyone else had slipped into nonexistence in your mind.

“Shall we go down to the gardens, then? It’ll be less crowded, at least.”

Indeed, it was so much less crowded that it was empty; the only sound was a tinkling fountain and the careful click of your heels down the steps. Joshua led you gently down the stairs, his hand grasping your fingers and looking back at you almost every other step. You breezed through the cool gardens, the air thick with stars and excitement. Some partygoers had filtered onto the veranda after you, no doubt searching for the missing prince. A stone path led the way through lush bushes and a plethora of magnolia trees, all the way to the marble fountain that sat in front of the hedge maze.

Joshua sat down on the edge of the fountain and pulled you to sit across from him. You folded one leg and sat with it in front of you, the other hanging over the lip and swaying gently. Your nerves were still set alight, but you felt so completely safe with the man toying with your fingertips that you hardly noticed.

“Talk about yourself, please,” Joshua began. You stared back at him.

“If I do that, I’ll have to tell you that I’m not…” Not what? What could you say? I’m not fabulously wealthy, like you. I have no title, no station, no land, no…anything. And surely, he’d start fidgeting uncomfortably once more and feign a sudden engagement that he’d forgotten about and leave you behind.

“Not what?” Joshua asked, mirroring your own thoughts. “Not as much of an angel as you appear?”

Your heart was twisting in on itself, wringing out every ounce of affection and longing and wishing desperately that you could heap it on the prince. Everything he said made you fall a little bit more under his spell, and the most confusing part was that he didn’t even seem to notice he was making an absolute mess of you. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you charmer,” you muttered in embarrassment, unable to make eye contact with him as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. Joshua blushed once more. “Stop that,” you ordered, although your suppressed grin told him you were only poking fun at him. “You look so lovely when you blush, I’m going to forget myself.”

“Darling, you seem to forget that we’re meant to be discussing you.” He pressed two fingers under your chin and propped it up so your eyes met again. 

You sighed, fearing but resigning yourself to the fact that your evening with this enchanting man was about to end. “I don’t come from nobility, milord. I live in the village. Everything I’m wearing is borrowed, even一” You lifted the skirts of your dress and dropped them back down forlornly. “This dress was my grandmother’s. I had to patch most of it back together.”

“You did an excellent job,” murmured Joshua. Surprise took you aback; he didn’t seem to be running from you in terror, afraid of consorting with a commoner from his kingdom. 

“So…you aren’t going to leave?” you asked, barely above a whisper. Your hands shook slightly as you tried to ignore the embarrassment of the situation.

“Leave?” cried the prince, as if he couldn’t fathom anything more ridiculous. “Leave, and miss even a moment of being with the most interesting, thoughtful, and enchanting woman I’ve ever met?” He leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours and said, “Something about you makes me feel as if I don’t have to be royalty all the time. As if I don’t have to be completely perfect.” You pushed him back lightly by his chest and stared deeply at him.

“Of course you don’t have to be completely perfect. No one should.” 

The two of you talked for what felt like an eternity. The moon drifted higher in the sky, although it stayed at the edge of your vision. It was entirely too easy to talk to him, you thought. Your mind had sunk into a blissfully happy state as you listened to him chatter about his family and the antics his brothers would get into around the castle. He listened with rapt attention as you parried with your own stories, telling him about the hound dog you’d had since birth and how it followed you everywhere, even to school when you were a child, much to your teacher’s chagrin. 

Soon, you were telling him things you never would have dared tell a prince, like the aspirations you only ever pulled from the impractical part of your brain and dusted off for rainy day-dreaming. His fingers played over yours, often sliding the silk bit of your skirt back and forth between his index finger and thumb absently. He seemed unable to ever sit completely still, but in a way that was far too beguiling. 

After a pause in the conversation, you caught the prince looking down at your lips. Your hands had long since tangled with his, but you slowly tugged him towards you, gauging his reaction (you’d never seen anyone look so eager), and murmured, “Milord, if I may be so bold…” He threw back his head in laughter even as he drew closer to you. 

“Quite a line, isn’t it?” He smiled, placing one hand on the side of your face and keeping the other intertwined with yours. Your mouths were inches apart, and your heart was hammering in your chest.

The bell in the clocktower echoed throughout the courtyard, and you involuntarily dug your nails into Joshua’s hand, startled. No, you thought, begging whatever higher power had the ability to freeze time. Please, not yet, let it not be twelve. You remained still, not wanting to turn and see the time broadcast from the massive clock that stood before the castle. Joshua searched your eyes with worry.

“What is it? It’s only twelve,” he said. “The night is still so young, and I一”

You interrupted him in an effort to lessen the pain of leaving him. “I…I can’t stay here. I have to leave. My family, they’ll be expecting me…” You were unable to meet his eyes, knowing that if you looked at him once more, you’d almost certainly throw caution to the wind and stay talking to this man for as long as you could. His hand slipped up to circle your wrist. 

“Stay with me,” he pleaded, attempting to catch your line of sight as you continued to avoid his. The voice in your head demanding you begin the journey home grew more and more muffled as you watched his thumb rub your wrist gently. His hands were tanned and strong and rougher than you would have expected from a highborn gentleman. 

You wondered what it would be like to kiss him. You wanted desperately to find out.

“I must go, Your Highness,” you whispered. His tongue slid across his lower lip before he bit down on it. A nervous habit, perhaps, but the sweetest and most alluring one you could imagine. A hand pressed into your hair and twirled a piece of it around.

“How many times must I ask you to use my real name?” You blushed and rolled your eyes in playful jest of him. 

“You’re the future king, milord,” you replied. “You’ll forgive me if using your first name takes some getting used to.”

“Use it. It’s yours. It belongs to you.” 

The clock hadn’t yet stopped chiming, but your heart had ceased its anxious beating. Everything felt distant, blurred at the edges, except him. He sat incredibly close to you, hands trailing from your knees up your thighs, skating over the shimmering fabric of your dress with the delicacy of someone handling a glass figurine. “Joshua,” you breathed into his lips, and he kissed you.

His mouth danced around yours in the same familiar fashion that you’d danced in the ballroom. Every new sensation felt so right and perfect with him. You dug your hands into his wild curls, the unkempt mane surely one small act of rebellion against his title. You could imagine a rosy-cheeked boy, sticking his tongue out at the royal hairdresser insisting that princes must keep their hair shortly cropped. The thought made you smile into the kiss.

“What’s so amusing?” the prince hummed, and you broke into a full giggle. 

“It’s nothing!” you cried, although laughter had now overtaken you. Joshua pulled back and tried his best to frown at you, but his lips betrayed him as they quivered, holding a smile at bay. “I just love your hair, that’s all!” Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, though he dipped back in after mere seconds to kiss you again. He chased after your lips hungrily and his tongue pushed against yours, tugging moans from both of you. Pressure and heat built inside you as he continued to kiss you in desperation, causing you to unconsciously push yourself against his thigh in an attempt to gain some friction between your legs. 

Joshua held your face in his hands, fingers pressing into your neck. “Do you really一” He broke away from your lips to press kisses down the side of your jaw and neck as he asked, “need to leave still?”

Midnight be damned, you thought, as your prince reached down to slide his fingers under the part of your skirts that were resting on the fountain. The leg that you had been resting on was caressed with the utmost gentleness. There was no doubt in your mind that this man would treat you with the same gentleness as long as the both of you lived. The searing heat coming off him, however, made you crave less softness.

“I could never,” you moaned. Every inch of you was begging for his touch. The soft trickle of the fountain was the only other sound mingling with your soft panting in the darkened garden. You broke away from him and held his face in your hand. “Is it possible to fall in love with someone after only one evening?” you whispered. Somewhere behind you, a bird cooed softly from one of the magnolia trees.

“Hmm…” Joshua moved his free hand to grasp at your chest, fingertips gliding over every bit of exposed skin he could find. “Before tonight, I would have said an emphatic ‘No.” 

You nudged his long nose with your own so you could reach his lips at a different angle. “And after tonight, milord?”

“You must stop calling me that,” Joshua groaned. His eyes closed as you pushed your face into his sweet-smelling neck and pressed kisses down to his collar. “I do want you to call me Joshua,” he insisted, “but一”

“But what?” you asked lowly, ghosting a breath over the shell of his ear and feeling him shiver beneath you.

He pulled you fully onto his lap, legs straddling him on either side and all the fabric of your dress bunching between your stomach and his. “But you’ve got me so unbelievably hard, hearing ‘milord’ fall from your pretty little mouth.” If ever there had been a time you wanted someone this badly, it flew from your mind as soon as the prince gripped your hips and tugged you even closer to him so you could feel the bulge in his suit between your legs. “Then I suppose,” you half-gasped, half-moaned, “That I’ll keep calling you that forever.” The word slipped out of you, as inconsequential to you in your heightened state of desire as the curfew you knew you ought to be obeying. Perhaps he hadn’t heard it. 

“Forever,” he murmured into your mouth, and the two of you wrapped your arms around each other, pressing as closely together as was possible. Forever had fluttered up into the air and rested over your heads like a soft cloud, hanging with the suggestion that there was no need to make any sort of pledge to your new lover tonight, although it would surely be welcomed if you did.

Your mind was hazy with affection, but overcome with lust as Joshua’s hands slid down your waist to squeeze your ass briefly before lifting you into his arms like a new bride. “Oh!” you cried in surprise as his lips left yours and he began making his way toward the large staircase you’d descended earlier. “Where are you taking me?” “Well, my hope was that it would not be in the garden,” he said, a smirk growing on his face. “Have you any objection to being taken in His Highness’s chambers?” 

How the night had progressed to this, to you, in the arms of the future king, who was waiting pleasantly for you to consent to sleeping with him in his royal bedroom, you had no idea. Your brain was spinning so fast and your heart thumping even faster that somehow, the only thing to come out of your mouth was, “And I thought you didn’t like being ‘His Highness’.” You winked at him and he smiled down at you, your arms wrapped around his neck and face flush with excitement. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said. His voice sounded like the wind that rustled gently through the trees and shrubs around you. He grasped at words he didn’t have. “Utterly…everything.”

The irony of his words wasn’t lost on you as you gazed up at him, the most breathtaking man you could have ever dreamed of. “Take me to bed, milord,” you whispered, reaching your hand up around his neck to pull him into a swift kiss. He murmured a word of assent and then started to hurriedly make his way up the grand staircase. 

As he walked with such a brisk pace, you found the heel of one of your slippers sliding off, the whole shoe now dangling precariously from your toes. You hardly noticed it as you laughed at his eagerness and he laughed at the mountains of fabric your expansive skirt provided now resting in your lap and tickling his face. Quick kisses were pressed to your face, then his, then to each other’s lips, until you were thoroughly wrapped up in the excitement of being with him, and the desire to reach your destination. 

The glass slipper fell from your foot and landed on a stair with a quiet clatter. 

“Oh, your shoe,” Joshua mumbled in distraction, stopping and pulling his lips away from yours to look back at it. You grabbed the swathe of silk that he had tied loosely around his neck and tugged him back to your lips.

“Leave it,” you ordered.

He grinned, and carried you the rest of the way up the stairs.

#WOOF #this fic is so freakin long altogether so i had to break it up 😭 #gvf fic #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka fluff #gvf smut #by liv :)

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not to be a pushy bitch or anything but i haven’t been able to stop thinking about every day like sunday since the last time you posted and im dying for you to continue i love it so much please and thank

omg this isn’t pushy at all!! i love that story sm as well, thank you 😭🤍 at the moment, im working on my graduate portfolio for my master’s, so i’ve been absolutely swamped with that and other schoolwork :( there’s a possibility i’ll keep writing into the summer, but we’ll have to see! i might be quietly putting my gvf writing career to bed what with all the changes happening in my life 🤍 i’d love to continue edls, though, because i have some great ideas for it! thank you for inquiring so sweetly 🤍 liv

#lysm but i’ve just been slowing down on gvf lately :( #esp with all the ‘SpeakUpGVF’ stuff happening on twitter; my heart is breaking :( #i will update on my status later!! #ask mama sam tho who knows she might be up for it ;) #by liv :)

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every day like sunday - ch. 2

a/n: ok i love this fic. first and foremost, i need to shoutout the people that i RELENTLESSLY bugged abt it and who edit and proof-read and reread within an inch of their lives and help me so enormously: @sparrowofthedawn​ @alwayzthere​ @jakekiszska​ @kiszkashorizons​ @daisiesyellow​​ y’all are angels for putting up with this nonsense. i love you!!! anyway, enjoy snarky 20′s sam ♥︎ liv

CHAPTER ONE 

5.8k words, sam x reader...jake x reader oops

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warnings: brief heavy violence (tooth/mouth-related) (just trust me), brief sensual content, alchohol mentions, i accidentally made 20′s jake way too attractive...

The hallway wasn’t long, but it was pitch black, and you quickly shot one hand out to place against the cool, dank wall and steady yourself. Joe moved in front of you, and you could hear his shuffling gait leading you forward. 

“Couldn’t afford any lights in this place? I thought business was booming,” you said, trying not to let the laugh that accompanied the words sound nervous. Joe grunted noncommittally and scraped his way down the hall, turning left ahead of you and disappearing from view for a moment. Your heart hammered for a second, thinking you had lost him, but a sliver of light from a cracked-open door at the end of the hall forced a sigh of relief out of you. You turned and hesitantly pressed your fingertips against the door. How many mysterious doors could one single building hold? 

It eked open, curling a threatening finger of a screech to welcome you inside. Joe stood on the threshold, waiting with his hands on his hips as if annoyed you’d taken so long to follow him. He held up an arm and swept it out over the expanse of the room, and you couldn’t help the very unlady-like whistle that escaped your lips.

A sea of tables, all fixed with green banker’s lamps, filled the expanse of the room. Men were hunched over nearly every one, running counting machines and arguing angrily. Cigar smoke created a nearly opaque cloud that hung heavy in the air. A chalkboard hung on one wall held the names of horses, with bets slashed angrily next to each one. On the opposite wall, a chalkboard with men’s names had been given the same treatment. 

Joe indicated that you should wait there with a grunt and ambiguous hand gesture, then walked away to a desk that sat at the back of the room. He engaged in hushed conversation with the man, although you wouldn’t have been able to hear them shouting with the cacophony of noise already filling the room. You looked around somewhat nervously, taking in the bickering bookies, gripping their cigars in their teeth to let out occasional shouts of laughter. Much discussion of who had taken whose wife to bed the previous night was thrown around, and you breathed a miniscule sigh of relief when several seconds passed and your presence didn’t immediately draw unwelcome attention.

In fact, the only attention it did draw was from a man stationed at the desk nearest the door, who turned to glance at you and offer a smirk that felt more friendly than invasive. Making a friend in Nashville may prove useful in the future, if you ever returned.

You crossed to him, noting his abnormally long hair, held back in a tie. What was he, some sort of delinquent? Who wore their hair that long? You stuck out a hand, which he shook jovially in greeting.

The man looked you up and down, but without the same leering entitlement you were used to men drenching you in. It felt more like the way you look over an old friend you haven’t seen in many years, taking in their appearance and appreciating the changes time has brought. “What’s your name, bearcat?” he asked. Strands of hair hung around his large eyes.

“What makes you think I’m a bearcat sorta lady?” you shot back, although an involuntary grin showed your hand too soon, and made him smile as well.

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

He had that right. The trust put in you to transport the suitcase across the country hadn’t come without more than a modicum of feist and years of clawing your way, scrappy as you were, up the rungs of the rather unsavory ladder you perched on. 

“Alright, Tiger, you got me.” His smile widened to reveal two rows of straight, white teeth, uncommonly perfect, and small wrinkles framed his eyes. This kid must get anything and everything he wants, you thought. That was certainly familiar.

“I’m Jake,” he said, reaching forward to clasp your hand in his and shake it vigorously. “As in, everything’s jake.” He winked and the resemblance slapped you even harder. 

Jake turned back to the table he stood at and picked up another stack of twenties, leafing through it with ease and muttering the count under his breath. You tried not to let your eyes widen at the casual way he thumbed over more money than you’d ever seen at one time in your life. His profile was quite darling, a pointed nose and full eyebrows both scrunched in slight concentration, and teeth skating over his bottom lip absently. “Seven hundred, seven-twenty, seven-forty一sorry, sweetheart,” he said, without looking up from his work. “We’ve got a big fight coming up later today and need to have everything in order, you understand.” 

“Is everyone in the bar in on this racket?” You asked, setting the case down on the floor and perching on the table next to him. Jake glanced sideways at you before resuming his counting.

“Just about.” You thought of the beanpole that had so gracefully attempted to charm you at the piano. 

“Even Slim out there tickling the ivories?” Jake threw back his head and laughed a deep, husky laugh, thumping his hands down on the table, fists stuffed with money.

“Even him. That’s my brother, Samuel,” he said. “‘Slim’一I like that. I usually just call him a mug. He’s newer around here, and, of course, you don’t get to come into the back room until you show them you’re worth it. So for now he ‘tickles the ivories’, yeah? And when he’s lucky, he, uh…runs little errands for us.” His voice dropped an octave and he moved closer to you, causing your face to warm. “Anything you need doing, he can do for you.”

Jake’s eyes were a dark shade of amber that reminded you of a grizzled old alley-cat that used to live behind your house. That cat used to hiss and spit at passersby as if that were its job. But when you would place a bowl of water out for it, and scratch it right between the ears, it would purr like a motorboat.

“And what if I need you to do something for me?” You asked, reveling in your boldness. 

His eyebrows rose and he seemed close to sinking his teeth into一his lip or you, you couldn’t be quite sure一but then he chuckled again and kept his voice low as he said, “I’m sure that can be arranged.” 

A cold bath of deja vu plunged over you, Jake’s wily grin replaced in an instant with a familiar, softer one, although similar in shape.

Are you trying to grow a mustache, Kiszka? Warm light filled your body every time you looked at him.

A snort. What do you mean, trying? Look at this wonderful specimen. He tugged his lips into a cartoonish frown and stroked the sparse hairs growing in, wavy and unruly.

Well, I’ll have to decide myself whether or not I like the feel of it.

A smirk. That can be arranged. Soft hands sunk into the skin of your waist.

I leave you alone for one week, and this happens. You pulled him close to you and held his head back, admiring everything. 

It felt more like a year. You’ll never leave California for that long again, will you? 

I think I might, one day. But you’ll come with me.

A smile. Naturally.

A snap, very much in the present and very much in front of your eyes. “Hey, where’d you go, bearcat?” Jake asked, his head quirked. 

“Oh, n-nowhere,” you said. You felt like you’d just shown him something intimate, taken him some place where he wasn’t allowed, even though he wasn’t privy to your memory. “You just look a bit like someone I used to know.”

“Someone dazzlingly beautiful, no doubt,” said Jake, the easy spring returning to his voice. You laughed, not offering a reply, and watched as he finished thumbing through the stack of bills before placing it in the neat rows he’d created. Then he turned to you and asked bluntly, “Are you going to give me that case or not?”

Your heart hammered nails made of nerves into your chest. “Are you the one I’m supposed to be giving it to?” you said, attempting to remain shrewd. Jake nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna get it to the person you’re supposed to be giving it to. You don’t just get to walk into Rob’s office unannounced, but一hey, where are you…?” Jake spluttered into panicked disbelief as you started marching your way toward the office at the back of the room, cut off from sight by the frosted glass. You could make out the silhouettes of two men arguing in the office as you wove in and around the tables of flustered bookies whose jaws would have to be scooped up off the ground when you were done. Your heels clicked against the weathered hardwood. Jake was still pursuing you madly. “Lady, you can’t just go in there!” 

You all but kicked the door down, case swinging in hand as you blew into the office. You spared a moment to glance over your shoulder and call to the bewildered and nervous stud behind you, “I’m not in the habit of waiting for men to be ready for me. None of them ever have been!” His pretty lips hanging agape in horror was the last sight you saw before the door swung shut behind you.

“What the fuck is this?” came an angry voice before you had the time to turn around. When you did, you saw a tall, well-muscled man in his shirt-sleeves standing over a withered, sallow loser slumped into (or, more accurately, onto) a rolling desk chair. The office was all mahogany, down to the huge desk that took up nearly a third of the room. Before a word of explanation could leave you, you noticed the taller man’s white shirt was spattered lightly with red. No doubt if you took a closer look at the sap in the chair, you’d see a broken nose or busted lip. But now was hardly the time.

You tried to keep your voice even as you adjusted your stance so the case rested comfortably in front of your legs. “Sir, I believe this belongs to you now.” 

The man didn’t move as you extended the case to him. “You see I’m in the middle of conducting some business now, huh?” he asked, his jaw moving in irritation. As a show of how busy he truly was, he yanked Mr. Sap up by his lapel and gave him a swift left hook. A tooth shot across the room, narrowly avoiding your head as you ducked to the side. It tinkled against the window of the door, ricocheting off the gilded words “Robert Sheridan, Proprietor”.

You bent down and picked up the tooth, calmly wiping the blood off the root with your thumb and tutting. “You poor thing,” you crooned. Sheridan’s power play notwithstanding, you made eye contact with him. “What’s his crime, sir?” The mobster looked caught off guard, but hurriedly cleared his throat and shook helpless Mr. Sap. 

“You know, it’s funny, missy. He owes me money for some of what you got in that very case there,” Sheridan said in an easy tone that contrasted his earlier snap at you. He looked young, albeit with a good ten years on yourself. A dark beard, closely trimmed, lined his jaw. You could have sworn a wink was sent your way as you crossed the floor and bent down to look at the sniffling, bloodied man that had collapsed back into the desk chair.

“You don’t say,” you mused. A sickly smile that you hadn’t felt on your face in quite some time spread across it as you gripped Mr. Sap’s jaw and forced him to look you in the eye. “Do you owe Mr. Sheridan some cash, my dear?” The man gulped and nodded, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Sheridan with terror. You tutted again. “Well then, it would appear that you owe me some cash. You see,” You lifted the leather case and brought it down on the mahogany desk with an earth-shattering crash. Mr. Sap flinched and began trembling even harder than he had been under your grip. “Mr. Sheridan bought this from my boss, so any money missing is coming out of my paycheck, I’m afraid.” 

You held up the tooth that had flown across the room seconds ago. It was a bottom row molar, and you could see the gap near the front of the left side of Mr. Sap’s mouth. The low light of Sheridan’s desk lamp cast a shadow of it on the floor. “You got a good dentist?” you asked the cowering man in front of you. He stammered a string of incoherent, snuffling, sniveling pleas, at which you shook your head sympathetically. “I know, I know, it’s just impossible to find a solid dentist in the city! But you know what? I think I can fit you in for an appointment right now.” On the last word, you jammed the tooth back into its hole, causing Mr. Sap to scream out in muffled pain as your hand stayed firmly in his mouth, the other one clutching the back of his head to give your shove more force. 

When his screaming subsided and you withdrew your hands, Sheridan was laughing. “Call me Rob,” he said, extending an open palm to you. You smiled and wiped your bloodied right hand on an inconspicuous portion of your jacket. As you took his hand, Rob said, “Billy told me I wouldn’t have to worry about you making the journey alright, but I had no idea he had someone so capable on his payroll! You whipping those other mooks in California into shape?” 

“Of course, Mr. Sheridan一Rob,” you said with a slight chuckle and knowing grin. The cheery set of greetings was in direct contrast to the bloodied, whimpering man folded into the chair between the two of you. But that was just business. You bent down once more to be at eye level with him. “You’re gonna pay the nice Mr. Sheridan here the money you owe him, aren’t you, soldier?” He nodded fervently between sobs. “Oh, I think you’ll live.” You patted his head and looked up at Rob expectantly.

He was running his hands over the smooth leather of the case on the desk with fire in his eyes. “For you to come all the way across the country personally, well, it was so generous. And this一” He indicated the case with both hands and opened his palms to you. “Oh, it’s everything. Thank you.” He paused for a moment then said, “Any chance I can get that payment to you tomorrow? It goes without saying, but I’m a bit short.” 

Billy had taught you to always be gracious, to a point. You held up your hands in peace. 

“Anything for you, Rob,” you said. “My train leaves at 4:00 tomorrow.”

“Tell Billy that his best worker is being wasted as an errand girl.” Rob moved around Mr. Sap and held out his arm, ushering you from the office. You picked up your carpet bag and blew one last kiss to Mr. Sap, whose eyes were still wide and horrified. Rob opened the door for you and led you back into the betting office. You felt about a hundred times lighter without the case weighing you down, so you chatted easily with the bloodiest mob boss in southern America. How was your trip in? Well, it was delightful, thank you for asking. 

You were so lost in conversation and the euphoria of completing your job, you didn’t notice reaching the entrance to the office. “Tomorrow, then,” Rob said, with a friendly salute as you made your way back down the dark hallway leading to the bar.

When you had exited the darkness and stepped into the, well, slightly-less-darkness of the bar, you looked around the room and said to no one in particular, “I need a fucking drink.”

A loud sigh from the corner behind you and the scraping of the piano bench made you turn around. “I suppose that’s my problem,” Sam lamented. He folded the sheet music he was reading from and stood, making his way toward you. “You’re not going to attack me again, are you?” he asked, voice pitched in mock fright. For a moment, you truly felt bad, and opened your mouth to apologize, but snapped it shut promptly when he said, “You know, you’re supposed to flick kittens that claw at you on the nose so they learn to stop.” He actually made a show of pressing the nail of his index finger into the pad of his thumb and stretched his hand to your nose.

“I can’t imagine how you think this will end well for you,” you said, a cool, calm deadliness in the stare you gave him. For probably one of the first times in his life, Sam made the wise decision and withdrew his hand. He slunk over to the bar, his lanky form casting candle-lit shadows on the floor as he went. You wondered how his skin got so darkly tanned if he worked in this hole day in and day out.

Sam looked at home behind the bar, his long fingers wrapping around various bottles with ease as he poured an old fashioned for one of the groggy patrons sitting near the door. You sat on a stool that wobbled dangerously in front of him.

“Can I tempt you?” he asked, waggling an eyebrow. You fought the urge to snatch the bottle for yourself and decided to knock this cocky mug down a few notches.

“I met your brother, back there, you know,” you began. Sam splashed some gin in a glass that had certainly seen cleaner days. He made no comment, so you plowed forward. “I’ll bet he’s got ladies crawling all over him. God…” you chuckled to yourself as you raised the glass to your lips, “...he might have another one real soon.” 

You knocked the gin back without making a face, the welcome bite of it feeling familiar and homey. Sam gazed at you with those big, brown eyes as if sizing you up.

“Am I supposed to hear that and grovel at your feet, miss?” he said after a beat. You looked up at him with surprise, afterwards cursing yourself internally for giving him so much, and he leaned forward onto the bar, placing his hands across from yours on either side. “Would you like me to beg, and plead, and say, ‘Oh, please, ma’am, I’m ever-so-much bigger than my brother, won’t you let me keep you company tonight?’” He pulled his face into a ridiculous shape and used an affected southern accent. You stared back at him with hardened eyes as he scoffed and began wiping down some tumblers with a rag. “You drew blood, you know.”

Sam offered his wrist, and you saw the four crescent-shaped cuts your nails had left from your little altercation earlier. Blood had scabbed around the wounds already. 

“You tried to take my case.”

Your intrepid bartender threw his hands in the air, tossing the towel with them. “I tried to help you, to assist you, miss,” he hissed in irritation. The little nickname was making you want to wring his neck. “And you, in a delightful show of gratitude, attacked me. Pardon me if I’m not falling over myself to sleep with you.” 

Rage bubbled in your stomach over the sheer nerve this boy had. “Jog my memory,” you spat, reaching behind the bar and leaning into his face as you did so. “I can’t seem to recall the bit where I said I wanted anything to do with you. I’m here for one night, which I’ll be spending blissfully alone.” You snatched the bottle of gin from its place on the counter and poured another, generous shot into your glass. 

“And my brother?” Sam shot back. “You seem quite taken with him. And from what I hear, he’s quite the cake-eater.” Your faces had grown uncomfortably close throughout this whole exchange, angry heat palpable. You threw back your shot, the second one burning more than the first.

“A ladies’ man, is he?” you purred. Your brain was beginning to fog, frosting over like the windows of Rob’s office. Kiszka could always get you to do some truly daring things with the help of gin shots. The thought of one night that ended with the two of you ducking in a dark alley and trying to keep your giggles to a minimum as incensed bar patrons pursued you made you blush. 

Sam reached forward absently to take the empty gin glass from you, but your hand gripped his lightning-fast, and he let out another pained yelp. “When will you learn,” you said through gritted teeth, your nose a hair away from brushing his, “to not take my things before you’re handed them.” A piece of hair fell onto Sam’s forehead. Your hands were still interlocked and his chest heaved as you both stared daggers into the other’s eyes. His nose was infuriating to you, for some reason you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was longer and less pointed than his brother’s. He leaned forward, his long smirk slashed lazily across his face now, and stopped just short of touching your lips with his. 

“And when will you learn that this is no place for a woman?” His words dripped humiliation and disgust that rolled directly off your hardened exterior. The only thing poking at the miniscule chinks in your armor was his mouth, the softness of which you were trying desperately to avoid feeling. 

You reared back, thoroughly annoyed and finished with this thorn in your side. “I think you’ll find that I can handle anything you can, and then some. And then quite a bit more, actually,” you told him. You released his hand and smoothed down your jacket. Sam didn’t move, but rolled his eyes at you (not for the first time that day) as you gathered up your carpet bag and straightened your hat. “Now, would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the Hermitage Hotel?” 

Sam spluttered. “The Hermitage? That’s the nicest hotel in Nashville! There’s not a chance you think Rob’s going to pay for that!” 

“Correct,” you seethed, tossing a bill you retrieved from your purse onto the bar. “I think I’m going to pay for it.”

Just as Sam opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something stupider yet, the door that led to the bookies’ office swung open and Jake crashed through, emerging into the speakeasy with a bang. “Oh, bearcat, good! I thought you might be gone already!” Your cheeks colored at his attention, and something within you stirred as his dazzling smile sparkled in your direction. He had taken his hair out of the tie so it now hung loosely below his shoulders. Sam grumbled something under his breath and moved to the opposite end of the bar, but you barely took notice. 

Jake approached you and took your hand, bending over to kiss it lightly. “So old-fashioned,” you fawned with exaggeration, batting your eyelashes and laughing. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” Jake murmured, his eyes flashing up at you. “I’ve never seen a man with the guts to walk straight into Rob’s office!” He was getting worked up, excited. “I know you work for Billy and everything, but you’ve just got nerves of steel, baby! Where’d you learn to put the screws to someone like that?” 

“You said it yourself: I work for Billy.”

Jake’s eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and you were once more graced with his husky laugh. “Is it true you jammed a TOOTH back into his mouth?! God, you’re incredible.” He held you at arm’s length by your shoulders and shook you gently as he said it, making you blush harder still. His touch was so warm and inviting and so familiar…

“...and I want to take you out,” he was saying when you snapped back to reality. “You are the toughest broad I’ve ever seen in this drum, and I like it.” 

Part of you wanted to say yes. Part of you really wanted to say yes. But when you made the decision to do so, the words died suddenly in your throat. Jake looked at you expectantly, his teeth once more skimming his bottom lip. What an adorable habit. He just looked far too much like一

“Yes,” you choked out, surprising yourself. “Yes, alright, let’s go to dinner.” You hated yourself for saying it, knowing exactly why you were attracted to this man. But the way his eyes lit up when you said it…you might say anything just to see that expression again. “I’m staying at the Hermitage.”

Jake whistled and leaned over to pull your bag off the chair you had set it on, but Sam interrupted with a barking laugh, “Careful, Jakey! She might take a knee to your cock!” 

You launched forward, leaning over the bar as far as possible and grabbing the idiot’s shirt collar in one fist. “I’ve had ENOUGH out of you!” you growled, and shook him by the collar. His slicked hair was now quite disheveled and flying madly around jawline. “Quit whining and close your head.” You released him and stepped back, readjusting your clothing for a second time. Jake was gaping at you, perhaps even more stunned than when you’d marched into the most feared mobster in Tennessee's office unannounced. 

“I think I might be in love.”

☞

Dinner at the Hermitage was a pleasant affair, Jake’s conversation amiable and light. He had the steak, and you had the chicken. His hand would skate over yours on occasion, thumb rubbing your knuckles. When your plates had been cleared, he joked with the waiter: “A glass of wine, please, sir.” The waiter glared at him, apparently not finding the fact that he could lose his job for providing any libations humorous. Jake waved him away with a chuckle of his own.

“This dry spell is driving everyone mad! It’s 1924!” he said. “The fact we have to hide a shitty bar behind a dress store, and ‘cerulean’? What kind of a code word is that? I told Rob when he一” Jake stopped short, catching sight of your tired expression. “I’m sorry, bearcat. I’m boring you to tears.”

You sat up, mortified to have let your guard down in front of him so much. “Oh, no, Jake, it’s not you at all! I’ve just had a very long day, coming straight from the train to Miss Juliette’s and meeting you all…I’m just about wiped.” The dim atmosphere of the swanky restaurant had done nothing to energize you.

“I’ll escort you to your room, then.” You tried to hide your flushed face. 

“Oh, you don’t have to一”

“Bunk. This swanky, highbrow hotel is no place for a lady,” Jake winked. The imitation of his irritant of a brother made you roll your eyes, but you stood as he pulled your chair out. The soft tinkle of silverware cutting against fine china seemed worlds away as Jake’s hands slid down your arms and reached around you to retrieve your hat from the table. “Madam,” he mumbled, as you turned to meet his face, inches from your own. You took the hat and ignored the way his eyes flicked to your lips.

“Ever the gentleman.”

The two of you crashed into your hotel room, ignoring the stares from passersby in the hall. He had you up against the closed door in seconds, lips furiously working against yours and hands gripping your waist. He ground his hips against yours, and you instantly felt your core react, your attraction to him that had been growing all day reaching a peak. Your hand tangled into his long hair, winding tendrils around your fingers and tugging. Jake moaned and moved his mouth to your neck. Your heart was pounding, and not in the delicious way you would have preferred.

This was wrong. You knew it was wrong, knew you were only attracted to him because he looked so much like一

I love that perfume on you.

Something about the way you can’t keep your hands off me may have already alerted me to that fact. You giggled. Kiszka groaned and buried his face deeper in your neck, lips ghosting all over the soft skin. 

I love when you wear your hair like this. He extracted a few pins from the coil of hair you’d piled on your head and threw them to the side. I love when you get nervous and your face goes all pink.

I love you, you moaned, head thrown back. I love you so much,一

“Joshua,” you whispered in the present. The man currently ripping the buttons off your blouse and kissing your collarbone froze. Not Joshua. You closed your eyes tight and felt his mouth leave you. 

Slowly, Jake said, “What did you say?” His voice was a sheet of ice in April, at the point of shattering. 

None of the thousand options for what to say at this moment would have made the situation better. “I’m sorry,” you whispered meekly. “I didn’t mean to say…” Jake slid off of you and stepped back, clearing his throat. The air had gone from thick with tension to thick with discomfort in the time it had taken for you to say…well… 

“You said, before, that I looked like someone you used to know…” His words were slow as he sat down on the bed. There was a beat, and then he said, “I think this Someone used to kiss you like I want to.”

How could this man you’d known a matter of hours wreck your heart until it felt like a piece of wet newspaper, discarded in the street on a rainy day? He was beautiful, even stifling his obvious distress. Both lips pressed together, he looked around the room, at anything but you. A dimple formed in his cheek when he did that. “I’m sorry,” was all you could offer again, this time even more pathetic.

You stayed pressed to the wall, hands folded behind your back. You could tell that your lips were still swollen from being explored by him. This was all so stupid, you thought as you gazed at Jake and he averted his. Why couldn’t you just let yourself fall in love with someone else, anyone else? Or even just…kiss anyone else without thinking about him?

Tentatively, you moved from the wall and sat down beside Jake, about two feet away from him. You both stared at the doorway. “Do you have a brother?” you asked finally, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you kicked him in the groin and pulled him over a bar earlier.”

“No, I mean…” You trailed off with a groan, already frustrated at how difficult it would be to explain this. “You don’t have another brother, do you? Anywhere else in the country?”

“No.”

“Not in California?” 

“Not since the last time I talked to my mother.”

“Oh, and when was that?” You smiled and tried to make a joke of it all. 

“Yesterday.”

“Ah.”

Jake sighed and fiddled with the fabric of his pants. He seemed still unable to look up at you. His face was Joshua’s, it was just too similar, and although your brain warned you not to, your heart continued the fruitless line of questioning.

“What’s your surname?”

“Kirschner.” Your heart jumped a beat. A very irrational part of you wondered whether that wasn’t a derivation of Kiszka that came from years of migration and customs-declaration. The much larger, rational part of you told you to stop it.

Jake turned his head to look at you at last. “Why do you ask? Do we look that much alike?” You bit your lip and nodded. He inhaled through his nose, then sighed. “Me and the… Someone?”

“You’re a dead ringer for him. I’m sorry.” You felt your next words spilling out of you faster than you could catch them. “You look so much like him and I一it’s not fair if that’s why I’m…Oh, God, Jake.” You pressed your hands to your face, feeling how incredibly warm it was. Embarrassment, shame, everything swirled inside you until you felt like you were in one of the cocktail shakers back at the bar. 

“Hey,” he said, and you looked up at the sudden softness in his voice. “Listen, bearcat. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’ve known you all of five hours, and clearly, Someone一” he paused a beat and waited for you to fill in “Someone”’s name.

“Joshua,” you murmured, for the second time that evening.

Jake nodded and swallowed thickly, remembering. “Clearly, you’re in love with Joshua,” he said gently. 

“Not anymore,” you whispered.

His head snapped to you, and now it was your turn to avoid his gaze at all costs. The fresh, floral wallpaper of a hotel had never looked so interesting to you as it did then. In a play of maturity you thought he could do well to pass onto his brother, Jake didn’t press you.

“Well, anyway, you’ve still got a friend in Nashville.”

Your spirits rose. “Oh?” Jake chuckled and nodded to himself.

“I meant it when I said you were the toughest broad I’d ever seen! I’ll like you no matter what. Nothing I hate more than being sappy but you一” He dug his fingers into your sides, tickling the places he’d been caressing before, “一are the bee’s knees.” You shrieked with laughter and pushed at him, throwing him gently into the bed.

“Thanks, buggy,” you smiled as he pushed his hair away from his face. 

“Buggy?!” he cried with mock outrage. “Oh, what, because I said ‘bee’s knees’? I’ll get you for that one!” He jumped up as you did and chased you around the room while you giggled almost maniacally. 

That night, you lay in bed and stared at the crown molding on the ceiling. Your silk nightgown felt cool against your tired skin. Sleep began clawing at the edges of your vision as you noticed the cherubs hidden carefully in the room’s corners. Jake is wonderful, your brain mused happily, drifting ever closer to blissful darkness. He didn’t make me feel bad about all that nonsense, or ask me about Kiszka. I’d almost like to stay here longer, with a friend like that. 

And his brother, interrupted an annoying voice. You scoffed to no one. I hate him, you reminded yourself. He’s such an irritating little…

So why are you thinking about him?

You turned over in bed and hmph’d in frustration.

Rob seemed like a boss you wouldn’t mind running with, even if he did still frighten you, for all his good-naturedness. And Miss Juliette, with all her understated elegance and kindness to the girl she thought had wandered into her little “shop” off the street. It seemed that Nashville wanted you to stay. 

As you finally drifted off, the eyes that featured in your dream weren’t their usual light, golden-brown. Much to your confusion, they had heavier brows, and occasionally, ever-so-subtly, they would roll at your words.

#if ur like me u will have whiplash from the word 'bearcat' after reading that #hope you liked this chap!!! #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka x reader #gvf fic #by liv :)

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the way cinderella josh is coming along…ya aren’t ready 😳

#every day i open ‘cinderjoshua.gdoc’ and cause myself pain #im obsessed w this fic smmm 😭 #by liv :) #tbd

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Coming soon, my friends. Thank you for your patience ❤️

(chapter one)

#making collages now so people will stop stealing my edits #HOPEFULLY #i'm glad y'all love them but pls : #by sam #greta van fleet #jake kiszka

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The Devil is a Gentleman

Jake Kiszka x Reader

a/n: I wrote this fic based off this song, I hope you enjoy! 

taglist:

@alwayzthere ​ @kk223478​ @stardustschords​ @tellmama-allaboutit​ @gretavanhoney​ @weightofdreams-gvf​ @daisiesyellow​ @kiszkashorizons​ @dannythedog​ @mywaysooon​ @tripthelight-fanfic​ @star-boxer​ @obetrolncocktails​ @greta-van-yeet​ @theweightofstardust​ @the-chaotic-cow @gretavanfleas​ @dakotadovato

warnings: alcohol, smut (18+ minors dni), mentions of religion, church and bible verses, narcissistic behavior

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The lights were dim and the music loud enough to feel physically as you stepped into the crowded bar. It was laced with the smell of weed and alcohol, the smells getting stronger as you pushed through the crowd of people while making your way to order a drink. You brush your hair out of your face as you find an empty area to stand in line, reaching down to fix your shirt which had become disheveled through the crowd. The longer you stood in line, the more the feeling of being eyed crept over your body. You take a quick look around, unable to place where the feeling was coming from. You work your way to the front of the line, ordering a vodka soda and waiting for it to be mixed, crossing your arms over your chest, stealing another quick glance around the room to find the set of eyes that seemed to be burning holes in your body, but again, your attempt was unsuccessful.

You step up in front of the man, who is even more visually appealing up close, even under the dark club lighting. “Hi.” he smirks, taking a sip of his beer. “Hi.” you respond, twirling the straw around to stir your drink. You weren't normally a nervous person, but something about him made you that way. “What's your name, pretty girl?” he asks, leaning back against the wall and bending his knee to prop his foot against the wall. “Y/N.” You say. “Yours?” you add, taking a sip of your drink. “Jake. Remember that baby, you'll be screaming it later.” He winks, pointing at you with the same hand he was holding his beer in. You roll your eyes, but give him a smile anyway, and he seems to find this amusing. “What? C’mon.” He says and places his foot back on the floor and takes a step forward, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'm just being honest. I can't flirt a little with a beautiful woman such as yourself?” He says with a sly grin. “Not like that, you think you're gonna lure me back to your place that easily?” You ask with a scoff. “Well, maybe. It doesn't sound too enticing that way does it?” He says and clears his throat. “I guess I gotta try a little harder, huh?” He says with a wink, taking a sip of his drink.

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Jake had persuaded you to dance with him after another drink. You were a little more than tipsy after having a few, so dancing with him didn't seem so bad. He pulls you onto the dance floor, where dancing in front of each other turns to your bodies pressed together, his thigh between your legs, his lips against your neck and his hands roaming your body. Every second thought you had about him had washed away with the way he touched you, the way his body moved against yours. Before you knew it, the room was hazy and you felt dizzy, and Jake was pulling you out of the crowd to an open area next to the door. You stumbled a bit in your drunkenness, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Come home with me baby, let's end this night with a little more fun, hmm?” he says, moving his hands over your hips and up your sides, then back down. “Mm, okay.” you smile, pulling away and grabbing his hand, pulling him out of the bar and into the cool, night air. You pull out your phone and order an uber, since the two of you were too far gone to drive.

As you're standing on the sidewalk, waiting for your uber, you feel Jake step up behind you, running his hands down your sides. “I just can't believe a pretty girl like you was out all alone.” He says, reaching up to move your hair away from your neck, leaning in and pressing a series of lingering kisses along your neck. “Well, all that matters is that i'm not alone now, right?” you say, closing your eyes and leaning your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. “Right. I can't wait to get you home.” He says, smirking against your skin. “Mm.” you reply, reaching down to place your hands over his on your hips.

Before you knew it, the uber was pulling up in front of you, pulling your attention away from Jake. “Let's go.” you say, taking his hand and leading him to the car, opening the door and sliding into the backseat. Once you were both in, you hadn't so much as turned to look at him before his lips crashed into yours in an open mouthed kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body, grabbing handfuls of your ass, thighs and tits. “Fuck, Jake.” You mumble as he moves his hand under the fabric of your skirt, up over your inner thigh, ghosting his fingers over your still clothed pussy. You spread your legs a little for him, allowing him to pull your panties to the side, dragging his fingers over your already soaked slit.

You lean in to kiss him again, letting out a breathy moan against his lips. “You're already so wet for me, baby.” he says just so you can hear, earning a nod from you. It was all you could muster as he began rubbing slow circles over your clit, sensitive and swollen as you had waited to feel his touch. “I want you so bad.” You murmur, Jake clearly being flattered by the comment, a sly smirk growing on his face. “Yeah? I can tell.. I bet you're so tight, can't wait to fill you up with my big cock.” He says, his fingers speeding up to a steady rhythm now. “Oh, fuck.” you moan softly, reaching up to grip his bicep as leverage.

Just then, the car stops, and Jake pulls his hand away, leaving you flustered and wanting more. He then brings his hand up to lick his fingers clean. “Mm, let's get you inside.” he says, grabbing your hand and opening the door, getting out and pulling you right behind him as he walks up to the front door of his house. He gets the door unlocked quickly, opening it and pulling you inside, closing it behind him and tossing his keys on the entryway table before pulling you upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, he pushes you on the bed, climbing on top of you, pulling your shirt over your head, clothes flying into the floor and creating a scattered pile as the two of you undress each other. Once you're both bare, Jake wastes no time in diving in for another heated kiss, nudging your legs apart with his knee, his fingers finding your clit once again, this time moving them in quick circles. You let out a loud moan against his lips, your hands going to his hair, tugging at the strands as you feel the relief you had needed for those few minutes between the car and this bed.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” you mumble, pulling away from his lips just enough to speak. “Can you hear how wet you are, pretty girl?” he asks, the way his fingers moved creating an audible indication of how much you needed him. You open your eyes to look at him, nodding. “mhm, I can't help it, Jake, you touch me just right.” You say, letting your jaw drop with another moan as you feel your orgasm begin to build. “Uh uh, I want you to cum while i'm fucking you.” He says, pulling his hand away, bringing it up to your lips. “Here, have a taste.” He says. You take his fingers into your mouth, sucking around them, tasting your wetness upon them. “That's it, good huh?” he says, licking his lips as he pulls them out. “Mhm.” You respond. Jake then reaches down, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, running the tip up and down your slit before slowly pushing into you, causing you to wince at his size. “Oh, shit.. you're so big.” You say, jake’s hands finding a spot over each of your shoulders to hold himself up. “I know baby, you'll get used to it.” He says, allowing you a moment to adjust before beginning to thrust at a steady pace, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw slack as he lets out soft grunts and groans at the feeling of your tightness around him.

“jake.. jake, harder, please.” You ask, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “oh, you like it rough, yeah?” he asks, pulling out of your grip to sit up on his knees, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he begins to pound into you relentlessly, earning a loud, whiny moan from you. “That's it, moan for me baby, you sound so pretty.” he says between ragged breaths. “Right there baby, fuck that--feels so good.” you say as well as you can as your body is jolted into at such a force. “Cum for me baby.” He says, his eyes glued to you and the way your body reacted to his. “So close.” you mutter out, reaching up to grab the pillow above you, digging your head back into it as you feel the sensation building yet again. All at once, it washes over you, your thighs quivering against Jake’s torso as you let out an earth shattering moan. The way your walls convulsed around his cock sends Jake into his orgasm as well. He pulls out of you, knocking your legs out of the way as he wraps a hand around his cock, pumping his seed onto your torso with a soft groan and heavy breaths.

“Fuck.. fuck.” he says breathily, looking down at the mess he had created for a moment before hopping off the bed and sprinting to the bathroom, grabbing a towel. He comes back and tosses it to you, in which you take it and begin to wipe yourself clean. “That was amazing.” you say, tossing the towel onto the floor as you sit up, running your fingers through your hair. “Mm, yeah.” Jake says, sitting down in the bed next to you. A few silent moments pass before he speaks up again. "I'm so glad we were at the same place at the same time tonight." He says, leaning over to wrap an arm around you. "You don't find pretty, intelligent girls like you just anywhere these days." He smiles, kissing your shoulder. "I'm glad too, you're amazing." You say, tilting his chin up to kiss him. You lay back on the bed together, cuddling and caressing each other's skin for what seems like hours before falling asleep.

The next morning, you are awoken to Jake rustling around next to you. "Mm, morning." He says, giving you a smile. "good morning, how'd you sleep?" You ask, rolling over and draping your arm and leg over his torso and thigh. "Amazing next to you." He smiles. "As much as I hate to, i've gotta head out pretty early this morning. I hate to ask you to leave, but hey, i'll pay for your uber home, for the good time.” He winks. “Gimme your phone.” He says with an outstretched hand. You felt a pang of disappointment as he mentions you leaving, but it was just a hookup after all. You hand him your phone, and he puts his number in your contacts, then orders you an uber back home, on him.

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The next few days are spent texting and calling Jake with no reply. Something about him felt different, you had felt a connection with him like no one you had ever been with before, but he had seemed to drop off the face of the earth.

“Oh, come on. It's a fun church, it isn't boring like all the other ones. There's singing, the priest is so good, just this once?” Your roommate says, snapping you out of your trance, standing in your doorway. “Please, it's 8 am…Am I ever gonna hear the end of it if I don't go?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. “No. Now come on.” She says, raising her eyebrows at you. “Fine.” You say, getting out of bed and going to your closet to find a modest dress option. It had been years since you had gone to church, and something about it made you anxious, but you would do it if it would shut your roommate up. You pick a yellow floral sundress, holding it up to look at it before stripping your pajamas, changing into it. “Ugh, I don't even know why I have this.” You say to yourself as you look in the mirror. You just shrug, going to your vanity to sit down and brush your hair, putting on some natural looking makeup before slipping on a pair of sandals and heading into the living room. “Alright, ready as i'll ever be.” You sigh, your roommate turning to look at you. “Aw, you look pretty, how come you never wear that?” she asks as she gathers her things. “Because I look like a little girl on easter sunday.” you roll your eyes, going to grab your purse before leaving with her.

After what felt like the longest drive ever, you were parked in front of the church. It was massive, ornate stained glass windows and ancient architecture, like every church you had seen in your college textbooks. “Alright, here goes nothing.” You say as both of you get out of her car, heading into the double doors. The place was flooded with people of all ages, big and small, young and old. And you didn't recognize a single one of them. You follow your roommate to one of the pews near the back, sitting down and looking around. Within a few minutes, all of the people in the church had sat down, the choir beginning to sing a series of hymns. They sounded beautiful, the way their voices echoed off the walls, the blend of voices, but something wasn't right. You scan the large choir, your eyes landing on a familiar face. Jake.

“Oh my god.” You murmur, your roommate turning to look at you. “What's wrong?” she asks. You look up at her, shaking your head. “Nothing, nothin. Just sounds really pretty.” You say, a smile growing on her face. “Right? I told you!” She says, your eyes diverting back to Jake in the choir. Days with no response, a wild night of drinking and sex, and this is where you found him, at church. You were baffled, to say the least.

The choir sings a few more hymns before taking their seats, the priest taking his stand and beginning his sermon, which you were completely zoned out from, most of the time.

“The devil is a deceitful fellow.” He starts. “He will bring you to temptation and persuade you to partake in acts of sin. He is charming, he is mischievous.” He says. “Let's look at our bibles here, 1 Peter 5:8 says.. “Be alert and of sober mind, Your enemy the devil around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” He says, this verse sparking something in you. You look down at your hands, furrowing your eyebrows. “Damn.” you whisper to yourself. It was like this lesson was for you.

The sermon goes on, and you only catch bits and pieces, all about the devil and his deceitfulness, his charm, his selfish ways, and you couldn't help but tie the references back to Jake, the way he had ignored you, kicked you out, fell off the face of the earth after the connection you'd shared with him. There is a prayer between the sermon and dismissal, and as you stand, you sneak away from your roommate and around the pews, over into the corner next to the choir. Church then dismisses, people dispersing all over, creating a bit of chaos, and the perfect distraction. You watch as the choir files out of their seats, pushing through the crowd as you see Jake. You make your way to him, grabbing his arm as he turns to walk away.

He smirks as soon as he turns around. “Oh, hey pretty girl. What a coincidence, i've never seen you here before.” He says. “Cut the crap, Jake. Where the hell have you been?” You ask. “Please, watch your language, we're in the presence of the lord here.” He says in a cocky tone, causing you to roll your eyes. “Don't paint yourself to be some saint. Just last week you were….” you lower your voice. “drunk, fucking my brains out.” You say. “Ah, yeah. I remember.” He says, crossing his arms. “And then you fell off the face of the earth. i've been calling you, texting you… why won't you answer me?” You ask. “Sweetheart, you were a hookup.” He says, cocking his eyebrow. “We met at a bar and hooked up, we're not together.” He says, your heart dropping. While you knew this was true, it still hurt to hear. “But Jake I-I felt..” You start. “A connection? I know. They all do.” He states. “Please just give me a chance, we can be more..” you say, jake giving you a soft chuckle. “Sweetheart, don't you see? You heard the priest today. The devil is charming, he’ll lead you to sin and then leave you to burn.” He says “Wha..?” you respond, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I'm only in this for a good time, pretty girl.” He says. “Jake.. you're the fucking devil.” You respond, pointing your finger at him. “And i've gone easy on you. I could've walked away, I could've left you at that bar alone. But you know what, sweetheart?” He asks, taking a step towards you. “Maybe the devil is a gentleman.” He smirks, giving you a wink and turning to walk away.

#jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #gvf smut #gvf fic #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine

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it’s your party utterly destroyed me

i love you 🤍

#utterly destroyed me and chey too JFKFKSK #she was very enraged the whole time writing it bc i made her simp for sam ❤️ #anon #by liv :)

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it’s your party

a/n: and i can cry if i want to...i know i cried several times while writing this :) this fic was a super fun game/writing exercise? between me and my angel chey @jakekiszska​; we switched off writing this after every 250 words, no matter where we stopped, and it led to a new fav sam fic for me 👀 bonus points if you can tell who’s writing is who’s bc i sure can’t! enjoy loveys and thank you chey ♥︎ liv

taglist: @alwayzthere​ @godlygreta​ @serenitysammy​ @kk223478​ @stardustschords​ @tellmama-allaboutit​ @gretavanhoney​ @weightofdreams-gvf​ @daisiesyellow​ @kiszkashorizons​ @dannythedog​ @mywaysooon​ @tripthelight-fanfic​ @star-boxer​ @obetrolncocktails​ @greta-van-yeet​ @theweightofstardust​ @the-chaotic-cow @gretavanfleas​ @dakotadovato 

warnings: SMUT! (absolutely no minor interaction!), crying kink (oof), oral sex (fem receiving), unrealistically dom sam, fem reader

“Happy birthday, Mr. Presideeeeent⏤”

“Stop, you know that creeps me out.”

Sam giggled and rubbed your shoulders, moving behind you as you admired the small cake on the table. Six candles blazed brightly in the pink frosting--pink vegan frosting that Sam was so proud of. You took a deep breath, shut your eyes, and wished that his hands would never leave you, then blew on the candles. Sam clapped, the sound echoing around the empty house, and your cheeks flushed.

“One didn’t go out,” you pouted. “Now my wish won’t come true.”

Sam leaned forward and peered at the offending candle. “Oh, no way. Not on my watch.” Then you felt a familiar index finger and thumb lightly tap your lips. “Open up, birthday girl,” he muttered, and you looked back at him to find no trace of goofy smiles or easy giggles. He stared you down until your lips parted, then pushed them into your mouth. After you had obediently wrapped around the digits, he withdrew them and pinched the flame between his pads. A slight sizzle, then a thin plume of smoke rose into the air.

Your heart was beating faster now. It was so rare that Sam ordered you to do anything that it had immediately created a thick blanket of tension, which hung heavily now as you gazed at each other. “Good girl,” he murmured, eyes flicking from your lips, to the swathe of skin showing where your dress dipped low, and back to your eyes.

You eyed him curiously for a moment before standing and retrieving a knife to cut the cake. As you stood you noticed your dress had ridden up your thighs, so you smoothed down the fabric before walking over to grab the knife and cake server. You could feel Sam’s eyes burning holes into your back the entire time.

You reseated yourself and nervously took the knife to the cake, cutting it into eight equal slices. You served Sam a slice first and then a piece for yourself. You worried when you saw a mischievous glint flash across his eyes.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, “I forgot to grab us forks!”

As you stood once again to retrieve them, Sam caught your wrist, spinning you around so your back was pressed flush to the front of his body. “We don’t need forks…” he whispered, his voice sounding even deeper in his hushed tone. He reached down to his slice and dipped his middle and pointer finger into the frosting before swiping the sticky substance across your cheek.

You squealed and jumped away from him, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him take your face between his large hands and swipe his tongue right across your cheek, licking off all the frosting. You decided you needed payback.

You dipped your fingers into the frosting next, trailing them down Sam’s Adam’s apple. You leaned forward and captured it with your tongue before sucking a hickey right into the supple flesh of his neck.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, and you knew you’d won. His hands were already playing with the back of your dress, trying to find the strings to untie as his head remained thrown backwards. He abandoned his efforts and opted to lift you onto the table instead, pushing the cake aside. You giggled as he threw you back onto it, then pulled him in to stand between your legs and kiss him deeper.

When you bit his bottom lip, Sam growled and gripped your hips harshly, turning the kiss darker and hungrier. You jumped at the sudden sensation of his slightly cold hands running up your thighs and slipping under your dress.

“Happy Birthday to me,” you hummed happily, and smiled into his mouth. Sam laughed for just a moment then turned his attention to your core, pressing his slender fingers over your panties and drawing a blissed moan from you. It was impossible for him not to notice how embarrassingly wet you were already. Your face colored. “Sammy, keep going, please.”

“Only ‘cause it’s your day,” he rasped in your ear, his voice clearly straining to stay even. “Tonight, I’ll let you tell me what to do.” Your heart was pounding, and you were sure he could feel it, pulled flush to his chest as you were. A tiny amount of frosting lingered on his throat, and you licked and sucked it clean until Sam’s hands were shaking. He never liked giving up control, even one special day a year.

“Take me to the bedroom,” you command, and you can see the regret flash across his face. Nevertheless, he obliges, hoisting you up by your thighs and carrying you to your room, your lips meeting in a heated kiss once again.

He drops you unceremoniously to the bed before climbing over you, pushing your dress up to your navel and pressing his knee between your legs, grinding it over your clit through your clothes.

“Sammy, I want your mouth.” you tell him, tangling your fingers through his hair and pushing his head down closer to your core. He laughs at you, and the sound is dark and gravelly. “Anything for you, princess.” he bites, but he also flashes you a wink.

He dips his slender fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them quickly down your legs, and he shoves them into his back pocket with a giggle. He leans down between your legs finally, holding them apart with his strong hands, and blows a cool gust of air right over your dripping core before flicking his tongue against your clit.

You realize then that he’s made you a deal that he’ll do whatever you want, but he’s going to be a teasing bastard about it for as long as he can. “Sammy… please,” you whine, putting on the most sultry voice you can muster in a better attempt to get your way.

He presses his tongue flat to your sensitive nub one more time before removing it and making you grasp wildly at his hair. “Don’t fucking tease me on my birthday,” you pant, and Sam rolls his eyes in irritation.

“How about you don’t get used to telling me what to do, baby?” he spat back, but he dove back down between your legs nonetheless. The first thing you felt was his scruff, grown out per your personal request, scratching up the inside of your sensitive thighs. It tickled, but before anything resembling a laugh could escape you, Sam’s tongue had slipped inside you. You threw your head back and missed his eyes, lids hanging low, looking hungry and dark. He licked and sucked with his full lips, and you were sure you could feel his mustache occasionally brush your skin. Fuck, he looked sexy with that mustache.

Your fingers were still hanging onto his hair for dear life. The silky strands slid through your fingers every time you adjusted your grip, and you moaned in frustration when you couldn’t pull him as close to you as you wanted. His tongue went flat against your clit and you screamed. You could feel the smug bastard smile at your outburst and redouble his efforts. In less time than you thought possible, you were coming undone on his face as he kept working your core until you were a panting, moaning mess.

Sam surfaced and grinned at you, his lips covered in the evidence of your orgasm. He moved up your body to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close.

“Well, birthday girl,” he posed snarkily, “was that satisfactory enough for you?”

You said nothing to him, but instead arched forward so that his still clothed erection would brush over your sensitivity, eliciting a low whine from somewhere inside your chest. “Sammy… I want you to fuck me now, please.”

He chuckles at the innocent voice you’re trying to adopt for him before he stands and rids himself of all of his clothes within a matter of seconds. Before you know it he’s hovering over you again, but this time he’s pulling at the straps of your dress so he can peel it off your body. You sit up and reach around your back to pull at the zipper before taking your dress completely off.

He stares down at you like it’s the first time, but it definitely isn’t. “God, you’re so perfect.” he moans, and for a second you can see the dominant persona flicker. He quickly takes it back up though, pushing you back so you’re flat against the pillows and slotting his body between your legs.

He takes his cock in his hand and teasingly runs it along your slit before asking you, “Is this what you want?”

You’ve had enough nonsense, you think. You reach up and grab his hair again, pulling his face close to yours. “Listen, you teasing bastard. It’s my birthday, and it’s what I want. Now you better fuck me til I cry.”

You thought you could just make out Sam release a stuttering breath but he pushed inside you before you could dwell on it too much. The stretch of him was such a wonderful pain you almost began the crying prematurely. Sam grunted, “Ugh, God, you like that? Feel good, princess?”

Something approximating approval choked its way out of your throat. Sam grinned. Everything about him was darker when he was like this: his body above yours, short pieces of hair falling untucked from behind his ears as he moved, eyes staring into yours, hands pressed into the bed on either side of you, trapping you in the best prison you could imagine.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, and you followed suit. Sam picked up his pace and began fucking into you harder and faster, causing you to claw at his back with desperation. He felt so amazing with his hips slamming into yours, muttering filth under his breath. “So pretty, God, such a good girl.”

As quickly as he had begun fucking you, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. You shouted at the loss of contact. “Hey, what the fuck?” Sam had pulled back from you to sit on his heels, panting.

“You’re not crying yet.”

You flushed. “That’s a figure of speech, Sammy, I don’t actually have to一”

He held both your ankles in one hand and pulled you unceremoniously toward the end of the bed. He then took your spot, flopping down on the pillow and lacing his fingers through his own hair behind his head. “Oh,” you mock, “You’re gonna make me work for it?”

A smirk teased at his lips and he batted his eyelashes at you. You crawled over him and grabbed the base of his cock, holding it tight as you sank down onto it. A grunt escaped his lips as you worked yourself up and down, leaning forward to press your chests flush together. You began kissing and nipping at his neck and earlobes and you licked a thin stripe from his clavicle to the beginning of the patchy hair growing on his chin. “Sammmmyyyyy…” you whined, picking yourself up and placing your palms flat on his chest.

Somewhere during your teasing he’d began bucking up into you, and you could tell he would soon be close to his peak… maybe. He suddenly pulled out of you again, lurching your body onto all fours. He pressed your face into the mattress with his right hand as his left slowly slid his cock back into you. “You still wanna cry for me, princess?” he jested, but the tone was darker than it had ever been.

You pushed back onto him as far as you could go and he chuckled before placing a sharp smack right on your outer thigh. He pulled out and then slammed back in, bringing both hands back to your hips. His grip on you was so tight that it felt like he could tear holes into your skin. You liked the bites of pain he always graced you with.

Three different positions and Sam’s relentless pounding in each had brought you close to your second peak in no time. You were turning into a whining, breathless, sweaty mess underneath him, and judging by the broken cries and half-moans you heard above you, he was, too. You could feel tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes as you dug your nails into the sheets.

You wondered if Sam would notice the tears with the side of your face pressed into the pillow as it was.

He did.

“Oh, there she is,” Sam huffed, still keeping an iron grip on your hips and bringing them back to meet his. “Is my princess getting a little choked up?” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin he was wearing. He leaned forward until his chest was flush with your back and sang in your ear, with a low yet delighted voice, “It’s your party, you can cry if you want to...”

He let out satisfied laugh at the sob that escaped you, his fucking building the sweetest pleasure you’d ever experienced to a crest. “God, Sam,” you whimpered. “I’mgonnacum.” The slew of words was the best you could produce under the circumstances.

“Is it fucking good? Am I fucking you good?” he panted. His fingers pressed into your hips and you let out a pathetic whine of approval. The second Sam reached around to rub at your clit, you came undone, waves of pleasure washing over your body like the angry ocean tide beating against the shore. You felt it radiate from the top of your head to your toes as tears streamed down your cheeks. Sam followed suit and came seconds later with a grunt.

You buried your face into the pillows as your body went limp, Sam pulling out and lying down next to you. He rubbed comforting circles into the small of your back with the calloused pads of his fingers. You didn’t know if you could find the words to communicate to him that he’d just given you the best orgasm you’d ever had, so instead you used all the strength you had in your body, which now felt like jello, to pull yourself on top of his chest and bury your face into his neck.

“Sammy… that was…” you start, the fog in your brain preventing you from continuing. “I know, baby.” he says, his teasing tone replaced with a more gentle one. He stroked your hair lovingly as you placed a kiss to his cheek.

“Holy shit, babe!” he exclaimed, leaping from his place on the bed and running toward the bedroom door. You panicked for a second before asking what was wrong. “Nothing! Stay there!” he shouted, running out of the room.

When he returned he carried your plates and forks in his hands. Your favorite goofy grin spread across his face as he handed it to you.

“We forgot to eat our cake.”

#after watching ohio eat dirt in the super bowl i needed this #TY CHEY THIS WAS SO FUNNN #sam kiszka fic #gvf fic #sam kiszka x reader #gvf smut

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idk if this is where you want us to request prompts so apologies if not🥰 BUT i would simply DIE for

'you look like you were jealous'

'i'm not jealous'

'you're hot when you talk back'

hehehhe thankyouiloveyoubye

an anon asked for 'you're hot when you talk back' with jake so 👀 ily2 lovey!

He cleared his throat loudly and looked down into his beer with an expression of disbelief.

"What," you asked, exasperation already evident.

"Nothing, I just⏤" Jake shrugged. "I've never seen someone fall for such an obvious line."

"I didn't fall for anything. I got a free drink," you shot back. God, this man would do anything to antagonize you, wouldn't he? "Can you just leave already? This is supposed to be my relaxing bar night and you're pissing me off about ten minutes in."

"Oh, come on," he replied, scooting his stool closer to yours. "You were totally eating it up! 'I'm new in town, do you know any fun spots to go to?'" He did a mock imitation of the guy who'd just sidled up to you and offered to buy you a drink, then scoffed.

A smirk formed across your lips. "You look like you're jealous."

Angry red tinged Jake's high cheekbones. "I'm not fucking jealous. Jealous of what? I could get a girl like you whenever I wanted." He sipped at his beer, looking frustrated. "I could get you whenever I wanted." You hummed noncommittally.

"Keep telling yourself that, Tiger."

His bedroom was cleaner than you'd expected, although you barely had time to notice before he was throwing you down on his bed and shoving his hands up your shirt. "Fuck," he moaned, your tongues still writhing together in the best kiss you'd ever shared. His hands found your breasts and his knee slipped between your legs, applying pressure and making you grind down on it in turn. "Take off everything," he ordered.

"No," you gasped out, needing to prove to yourself more than him that he wasn't "getting" you at all. "Take yours off first."

"God, you're a mouthy little whore, aren't you?" he growled. "But goddamn...I hate how fucking hot it is when you talk back."

#i'm not proofing or rereading these at all so i hope theyre making sense LMAOFADFLJS #jake #by liv :)

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❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜ w/ Josh please

combining this with a request for "make me" from known angel @alwayzthere 🥰 bit of sub josh for your afternoon :)

“Josh, quit it.” Your hand slipped while trying to feed the earring through your piercing as Josh tickled you quickly under your arm. He pouted at you in the mirror.

“I finished getting ready like an hour ago, I’m bored,” he whined. His fingers began ever-so-lightly trailing up and around your waist, making you smile in spite of yourself. You assured him that you were almost finished, and apologized for cutting it close to the time you were meant to be leaving the house.

Josh walked away from your dresser and fiddled with the edge of your duvet. “I don’t wanna go.” You turned around and grinned sympathetically.

“But I’m all done! Don’t I look so nice?” You said with exaggerated inflection, twirling around so he could see how your green dress hugged your body. Josh licked his lips and stood, staring with wide eyes and attempting to undress you with only his gaze.

“Goddamn, mama,” he whispered, and pulled you into a hug that devolved quickly into a sloppy neck kiss.

His lips attacked your collarbone and exposed shoulder, then moved up your neck to leave pink marks bordering on bruises. “Jooosh,” you groaned. “You have to stop, we have to go soon!”

“Make me,” he muttered absently. You pulled back from him with a raised eyebrow and he blushed, looking immediately sheepish.

“Is that what you want?” you asked, and yanked him into you by his white shirt collar. Your lips smashed into his with hunger, biting at his already abused mouth and licking along his jawline before placing a small hickey behind his ear. Josh was a different sort of whiney now, turning quickly into putty under your touch.

You slid your hand from his collar to his tanned neck and grasped it tightly. You felt him choke out a pleasured moan as his eyes slid shut and he began pawing at the zipper of your dress. “You look so good with my hand around your throat, baby,” you whispered, drawing another longing whine from your pretty little boyfriend.

#the whore (me) jumped out <3 #zee i wonder if you will like this 🥰 #josh #by liv :)

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hold up what are the thoughts about a smutty cinderella au 😳 my mind is ticking

me trying to figure out how to combine several josh requests together like ok it’s super tender but he also spits on her 🤔

#is that dumb i can’t tell 😳 #like lonely girl meets handsome prince has one incredible night etc etc?! #pls help #by liv :)

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me trying to figure out how to combine several josh requests together like ok it’s super tender but he also spits on her 🤔

#LIKE FJFKSKSKS #blurbs finished up today 😍 #they so helped me with the josh writers block!! #by liv :) #tbd

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Wandering Thoughts

warnings: light mention of anxiety, daddy kink, smut (MINORS DNI)

Thank you to @jakekiszska for helping me write this!!

a/n: All fics that I post are fictional characters with the boys as face claims. Nothing I write is an assumption of the boys or their actions in real life. It is purely fiction for entertainment purposes only.

taglist: @alwayzthere ​ @godlygreta @serenitysammy​ @kk223478​ @jakekiszska @tellmama-allaboutit @gretavanhoney​ @weightofdreams-gvf​ @daisiesyellow @kiszkashorizons​ @dannythedog​ @mywaysooon​ @tripthelight-fanfic​ @star-boxer​ @obetrolncocktails​ @greta-van-yeet​ @theweightofstardust​ @fleetsonfire​ @gretavanfleas​

Today had been a long day. You were home now and had been doing some cleaning while Jake napped, and were halfway through washing the sink full of dishes when you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist, and a head on your shoulder. “Did you have a good nap?” You ask, continuing your task as you feel Jake rub your side. “Mhm. Would've been better with you.” He mumbled against your shirt. “I wish, but I just have so much to do.” You sigh, rinsing off a dish and placing it in the drainer. “Why don't you come lay down for a while, baby. I'll help you with the rest of the chores later.” He says, lifting his head. You decided to take him up on his offer, taking a break and laying down sounded nice, especially after all the work you had done today.

Jake pulls away from you, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He lays down on the bed and opens his arms, and you join him, laying your head on his chest as he wraps them around you. He begins to rub your back, kissing the top of your head. “Y'know, you didn't have to do everything yourself. You know I don't mind helping you around the house.” He says, looking down at you. “Yeah.. I just needed to keep myself occupied.” You say, closing your eyes. “Occupied from what? What's going on?” he asks, and you were silent in response. “Princess…” he says, bringing his finger under your chin and lifting it so you would look at him. “Tell daddy what's wrong.” He says softly, placing his hand on your cheek. “I dunno, my mind is just racing. Too many thoughts, I had to do something to distract myself.” You say, biting your lip. “Aw..” he says, giving you a soft pout. “What can I do to make it better?” he asks.

“I dunno, just hold me.” You say, and he nods and leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. He then wraps his arm around you again, this time lifting his hand to stroke your hair. You close your eyes again, your mind beginning to wander as you lay with him, feeling his fingers in your hair and his hand on your back, the way he lightly scratched at your skin, the way his fingers moved.

You reach up to run your hand over his chest, up to his neck and then into the back of his hair, tugging at it lightly, lifting your head to begin pressing soft kisses along his neck, causing him to smirk. “Mind wandering again, hm?” He says. moving his hand lower on your back. “Mhm.” You hum against his skin, lifting your head to look at him. “just thinking.” you say, reaching up to trace your finger along his jaw. “About? Tell me.” He says, raising his eyebrows. “You.. onstage.” You say, Jake smiling at you. “Oh? I know you like watching me up there baby. Gets you turned on doesn't it?” He says, moving to prop up against the headboard. You nod, moving to sit up next to him, shifting in the bed a little. He was right, and even thinking about it made you feel things, a little more than you were willing to admit.

“You thinking about the way my fingers move on the frets? How I do it the same way I move them when I'm touching you…” he says, reaching over to run his hand over your thigh. You nod, smirking and bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, parting your legs as he moves his hand higher, closer to your core. “Why don't we get these off, maybe daddy can use you for a little practice, mmm?”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you bite your lip, your eyes still glued on his. “Answer me, princess.” He says, raising his eyebrows at you. You nod at him, and he smirks, hooking his fingers in the legs of your panties and pulling them down your legs. “That's better.” He says, sitting up in the bed and parting his legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you between them, his chest against your back. He then nudges his feet beneath your ankles, spreading your legs over his. “Perfect.” He says, moving his hand down and running two fingers over your slit. “Already warmed up and ready for me, huh?” He asks, his lips against your ear as he uses his middle and ring finger to begin rubbing your clit in slow circles.

“Y-yes daddy.” You say laying your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes, letting out a soft moan and placing your hand on his wrist as he begins to speed up his movements. He brings his other hand up and moves your hair away from your neck, dipping his head down to press a few lingering kisses against your skin. “Does that feel good baby?” He asks as you let out another moan, which echoes through the otherwise quiet room. “So good. Please, faster.” You say, Jake smirking against your skin, wrapping one arm around your waist as his fingers reach an unmatchable speed against your swollen clit. “Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum daddy, don't stop, please!” You say, just moments before your orgasm hits, a slew of moans and curses falling from your lips.

Jake pulls his hand away, bringing his now soaked fingers up to your lips. You lift your head, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking around them, humming against them before he slowly pulls them away. “Lay down, I need to be inside you.” Jake says. You follow his command, moving from between his legs to lay down on the bed next to him. He then gets up to unbutton and pulls off his pants, then peels his shirt off and tosses it to the floor, taking his hardened cock in his hand and giving it a few slow strokes before climbing on the bed between your legs.

He holds your gaze as he slowly slips himself into you, a slight groan escaping his lips. He pushes in until he’s bottomed out, and you wait a few minutes for him to move because even though you’re no stranger to his size, it still burns a bit every time.

He slowly runs his right hand up your side until he can slip his hand under your shirt and cup your breast, lightly pinching your nipple between two fingers.

When he starts to thrust they’re slow and deliberate, and he leans down to give you one of those kisses you can’t help but chase after. You always loved the hint of smoke and alcohol that lingered on his breath. You let out a soft moan as you feel his tongue prod against yours, and he slowly drags it along the roof of your mouth.

His hands have made their way up to frame your face as he props himself up above you. You watch his hips flex as he slowly rocks into you. He pulls away from your kiss to catch your eye again, and then leans down to press soft wet kisses to your neck.

“Baby…” he moans softly into your ear, “you know daddy will always take care of you, right?”

You nod softly as whimpers fall from your lips. Your hands find his hair again, holding him in place as he bites at your neck softly and then soothes it with his tongue. “Please don’t ever hesitate to tell me what’s on your mind… or to ask me if you need some extra loving, okay?” he breathes into your soft skin.

“Okay, I won’t. I promise.” you whisper back, feeling your orgasm approaching as he quickened his pace. A few more thrusts into the perfect spot within your core sends you spiraling into your orgasm, a string of moans and soft curses leaving your lips and echoing through the room as you relish in the overwhelming pleasure that he always seemed to bring you. His orgasm follows soon after, he gives you a couple of hard thrusts before stilling inside you, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed as he lets out a relieved groan at the feeling.

He stays in this position for a few moments before pulling out, plopping down on the bed next to you and pulling you into his arms. “I love you, princess.” he says, kissing your forehead. “So much.” he adds, closing his eyes as he rests his chin atop your head. “I love you too, daddy.” you respond, soon falling asleep wrapped up in the warmth of his arms.

#by sam #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #danny wagner #gvf #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #gvf fic #danny gvf #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #josh #josh gvf #sammy gvf #gvf smut #jake kiszka smut

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ok for sam “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know” LIKE DAMN🥴

omg it’s our girlfriend 😍

sam’s hand had slid up your thigh at a pace almost imperceptible over the course of the evening. when you sat down, engaged in serious discussion with danny regarding the quality of star trek over star wars, sam had rested his hand at the top of your knee, smiling sweetly at you as you patted his cheek.

the sun was now completely set, leaving the restaurant patio about twenty degrees cooler than when you’d sat down, and sam’s hand was at the apex of your thigh. his pinky brushed against your core every time he leaned forward to take a drink. the large group still chattered on, all absorbed in separate conversations with each other.

you thought you might lose your mind with the pent-up desire building inside you. sam was ignoring your pointed glances indicating that the two of you should find a private(-ish) bathroom and that he should promptly screw your brains out. you decided to up the ante a little bit.

“hey,” you whispered, raising your glass of wine to your lips to cover them. “i’m not wearing any underwear right now. thought you’d like to know.” 

sam froze in the middle of chewing the last bite of his dessert. “oh my god,” he growled under his breath, voice full of lust. your excitement reached a fever peak; you’d finally gotten him. he leaned into you until his lips were kissing your ear and moaned, feather-light, “neither am i.”

you snorted loudly into your rosé, unable to contain your laughter as sam placidly resumed his eating. 

fifteen minutes later, you were asked by a very stern maître d’ to leave the restaurant. “ok, so next time, we know to find a private-er bathroom,” sam said happily, flinging his discarded underwear at you with a giggle as you walked five steps ahead of him, all the way home.

#WAIT I KINDA LIKED THIS ONE #mayhaps we will have to expand #me? write sam without it being goofy? ridiculoussssh #sam #by liv :)