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Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 5

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: You’ve lived a sheltered and privileged life, only learning what it truly means to live and love after meeting Jake, a young man of unusual western sorts who was hired to work on your father’s farm.

Warnings: Descriptions of Panic/Anxiety attack, mention of train crash, mild schizophrenic episode, sexual content, unprotected sex, loss of virginity (female), use of the word whore, domestic abuse by father.

Word Count: 5.3k

Chapter 5 (The final chapter)

You dreaded the end of the summer that year. The coming of September meant one thing for you- your wedding.

To your dismay, invitations had been mailed out, your dress had been fitted, and all arrangements had been made. Everything was planned by your mother and father and the entirety of the situation was utterly and completely out of your control.

The wedding was next Sunday. It was approaching quicker than ever and there was nothing you could do to stop it. For weeks you’d been avoiding it, pretending it wasn’t happening. But it was. And it was coming soon.

In just a week's time, you’d be uprooted and moved into a new house with your “husband” who you absolutely loathed.

Though you weren't entirely sure what the future would hold for you, the faint thought of Jake not being in your future was becoming more and more of a dismal reality.

You sat at your vanity, staring blankly at the reflection of yourself in the mirror as Katherine did your hair to get you ready for a pre wedding ceremony party. Behind you, your mother cinched up your corset with a white satin ribbon, loop by loop until you could barely breathe.

Once you were ready, Katherine and your mother left you in your room to wait for your grand entrance in just a few minutes.

However as the time grew closer, you felt things quickly slipping out of your control more than they already were.

Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed over you. You felt a painful burning in your chest you’d never experienced before. Your entire face felt hot and you began sweating despite every window being open and the nighttime breeze cooling down the entire room.

Speaking of the room, it began spinning around you, causing you to grip your bedpost for balance, which was truly no use at all. The floor seemed to teeter back and forth and your vision zoomed in and out.

And corset or no corset, it felt as if someone had their hand around your throat, constricting your airways, and making you unable to breathe properly.

This was your future. This was the rest of your life. This was that train that was going full speed into a mountain with no tunnel to go through. You were on the train and ready for the crash.

Through tear filled eyes, you spotted your bedroom window.

You held your chest as you walked over to it, pushed it open as far as it could go, and looked down. Jake was there. He was below you, in the river, telling you to jump. He was going to catch you.

“Come on, Darlin,’” he called, “I gotcha.”

Without hesitation, you jumped.

A sudden shock of reality hit you as your body crashed into a bush and rolled off onto the ground below with a thud, landing on your hands and knees.

There was no river and certainly no Jake.

Surprisingly unhurt, you stood up and shook yourself, mentally and physically. Once the shock wore off, you looked down at your baby blue and white dress to see it littered with twigs, leaves, and green grass stains on the skirt of it where you had fallen to your knees.

Certainly you couldn’t go to your party like this. Besides, you were supposed to be upstairs, awaiting your entrance. How would you even begin to explain yourself?

You looked back up towards your window and heard the faint noise of Katherine calling your name, wondering where you were.

You had no other choice. The damage had already been done. At the sound of her voice, you ran.

It was as if your legs were moving involuntarily underneath you. Your hair whipped through the wind, becoming undone and tangled as you continued running.

Tears poured out of your eyes and down your cheeks as you ran through the fields, not entirely sure where you were running to. The only thing guiding you was the light from the full moon above.

You looked back to see the lights of your house getting smaller and smaller in the distance when all of a sudden…

BAM.

It was as if you had just crashed into a massive brick wall.

“Pardon m-” you began to say in a panic until you realized exactly what, or who you crashed into.

The dark silhouette of a tall, skinny man with a hat on and two braids hanging out caught your eye.

“Sammy,” you breathed out, “Oh, thank God.”

You knew Sammy was a safe person, despite not really knowing him at all. You threw yourself into him and held onto him tight like he was surely saving your life.

He pulled you away from the embrace you had on him, grabbed your upper arms, and held you in place as he looked down at your dirty dress and eyed your disheveled hair. He was taller than Jake and you could just barely see his face, just the general outline of him in the darkness.

“What the hell’re you doin’ out here this time a’ night? Fixin’ to get yourself killed?” he asked, almost yelling.

Panting and desperately trying to catch your breath, you retorted, “I could ask you the same question.”

“I take Rose out at night to hunt,” he explained, “You however, are a lady. Ain’t right for you to be out here at night, unaccompanied. I’m gonna take you home,”

“No, Sammy, please, I can't go back there, don’t make me go back there,” you begged him as you pulled on his arm.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head, “I’m not taking you back there,” he said softly, jutting his chin toward the direction of your house in the distance, “I’m taking you home.”

A huge sigh of relief escaped your lungs and tears of relief filled your eyes as you realized what he meant. He was right. Where you just ran away from wasn’t your home. It was your house, but not your home. Your home was in the woods in a little cabin with two beds, a table, a couple chairs, and a fireplace.

He whistled for Rose, called out “Come ‘ere girl,” and she came running over to him.

“Come on,” he whispered as he led you out of the fields and into the woods towards where you were desperate to be the very most.

You could see the warm glow of the cabin windows from far away in the woods.

As you approached it, Rose ran ahead of you both and sat herself down on her spot on the porch. Sammy reached into his pocket, handed her a treat, and opened the door, poking his head in.

“Hey,” he said softly as he opened the door fully and allowed you to walk in front of him, “You uh, you got yourself a visitor.”

You entered the cabin and instantly, Jake looked up from what he was doing at the table, taken aback by you in the doorway.

At the sight of you, he stood up and walked over to you, causing your tears to start again.

“Darlin,'” he said in a whisper, grabbing your face, “What happened to you?”

Sammy gave Jake an awkward smile, grabbed an apple off the table and slung a knapsack over his shoulder before leaving the cabin again. He closed the door behind him and the sound of his feet as well as 4 paws trudging on the dirt ground faded as the two of them got farther away, leaving you and Jake alone in the cabin.

Jake sat you down on his bed and you explained what happened as he wiped the tears off your face. He calmed you down and he assured you that everything was going to be alright. And even though, deep down, you knew he was wrong and everything most certainly was not alright; you were with him. And with him, everything was alright.

“I’ll be married in a week’s time,” you whispered as he rubbed his thumb over the top of your hands.

Jake pulled in his bottom lip between his teeth and sighed.

Though neither of you wanted to speak it aloud, both of you knew this may be the last time you would ever get to see each other. But Jake was always braver than you.

“If this is the last-”

“Jake, don’t say that,” you interrupted, begging him not to speak what was on both of your minds.

He stopped looking down at your hands and looked up at you.

“Let me finish, please,” he whispered.

You nodded and he continued, lifting your chin with his finger to meet your gaze, “If this is the last night I can see you, if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it count. If that’s alright with you,”

He was looking deeper into your eyes than he ever had before.

You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what he meant and wanting to give him every last bit of you.

“I’d like that, Jake,” you whispered as one of his hands came up to brush the hair from your face and place it behind your ear, "I'd like that very much."

In the most delicate of ways, he kissed you. It was soft and gentle, possibly the most gentle he’d ever been. However, he quickly picked up the pace and the passion, going for more of you. And you reciprocated everything back to him.

Jake helped you undress, unclasping the neck of your dress and pulling it off so you could get your arms out of it and pull it down.

Instantly, his lips found your chest and you held onto the back of his head as he sprinkled your skin with wet kisses, freely moving his lips and up down from your chest, to your neck, and back down to your chest again, all while undressing himself simultaneously. His lips dancing along your chest tickled you, and small giggles left your lips. While he was kissing you, you could feel his lips turning upwards into a smile.

Your hand feathered over his crotch, feeling his hardness inside his pants as he let out a breathy moan upon your touch, which you gave him more of.

Over the hardness of your corset, you felt his hand snake up your back and toy around with the ribbon that was caging you in.

With one hand, he undid the bow and tugged on the satin ribbon, pulling it through the loops of the corset until it was completely undone and you were free.

You giggled as he hung the ribbon over the wooden headboard of his bed with a smirk.

You pulled the corset off, kicked your dress down off your legs, and threw them both to his floor, not caring where they landed, leaving both of you in your underwear.

In a swift movement, Jake wrapped his entire arm around your waist and scooped you up, moving you from the middle of his bed to the head of it, laid you down, and hovered himself over you.

With one hand holding himself up, Jake snuck his other hand under the undergarments you were wearing and took your breast in his hand, giving it a good squeeze before moving to the other one as to not neglect it.

He pushed your camisole up, bunching it up under your chin, as he attached his lips to your skin.

“Mmm,” you hummed simultaneously as he slid his tongue along your skin, swirling it around your nipple while you tugged on the roots of his hair.

Jake used his mouth like an artist. His tongue was like a paintbrush, wet and warm; and you were his canvas, completely blank for him.

“Talk to me Darlin.’ Tell me what you want,” he said with his voice muffled by your chest.

“Your hands,” you whispered, desperately.

As if your wish was his command, he slid his hands from your chest down to your waist. He dug his thumb into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them off. With your leg in his hand, he lifted it up, and placed a kiss to your ankle.

Slowly, his hand slid from your ankle all the way to where you wanted him the most.

Delicately, his fingers slid along your folds before he took two fingers and slipped them inside you.

Your back arched involuntarily at the sudden feeling until Jake’s free hand pushed down on your stomach, flattening your body against his mattress as he pumped his fingers in and out.

The pressure was building rapidly as Jake continued working on you.

As a dull ache began throbbing inside you, you grabbed onto the wrist of the hand that was on your stomach with white knuckles. Your other hand grabbed onto Jake’s quilt below you, bunching it up in a fist.

“Come on, finish for me,” he cooed deeply as the pads of his fingertips curved upwards inside you.

And this time, as if his wish was your command, you did.

You closed your eyes, threw your head back, fought back on him pushing you down by lifting your back up off the mattress once more, and let his fingers take you to a place of ecstasy.

Under his control, you rode it out until his hand came to a gradual stop and he loosened his hold on you.

He snaked his body up so that you were face to face once again, you out of breath, looking up at him and him looking down at you with a smile on his face.

Like it was second nature, you opened your legs for Jake to settle in between and reached down and dug your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down as far as you could until he finished the job for you, revealing his hard length.

Sitting back on his heels, he pumped his member a few times before leaning into you, closing the gap between the two of you.

He held himself steady at your entrance and looked up at you with concern in his eyes. This was it.

“Y’Ready?” he whispered.

You answered with a wordless nod and a grip on the back of his neck.

Slowly, he eased inside of you with a gasp.

You winced in pain and sucked a sharp breath in.

“I know, Darlin,’ I know,” Jake said softly as he kissed you gently a few times to distract you from what you were feeling. It didn’t take away the pain but his tenderness certainly did help.

Once he was fully inside you, he stayed still for a minute, allowing the pain to subside into a feeling of fullness.

With your permission, he began moving again; easing himself in and out slowly.

You felt your face relax as things became more pleasurable for you.

“Jake,” you moaned, stretching out the sound of his name while you moved your hips in time with his.

“You alright? You’re doing so good,” he said into your neck as you felt the sweat on his face transfer onto your skin, combining with your own sweat that you were working up.

“Yes, keep going,” you whispered, running your hands up and down his back.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements for a moment as he hitched up your leg and pressed down on the back of your thigh, pushing into you deeper than he had before.

You looked up at him in the eyes as a sly smile lit up his face.

“Hang on tight, Darlin,'” he spoke in a deep voice with half a smile appearing on his face.

You giggled but not for long because with that, though he was still being gentle and slow for the most part, he picked up the pressure and pace at which he was thrusting into you. It felt good. Very good.

He reached down and swirled his fingers around in circles on the spot you needed him the most, that little bundle of nerves that was bound to send you over the edge upon his touch.

Once he did, you felt it approaching again, those feelings of intense pleasure.

Jake felt it too and you could tell from the strangled moans leaving his lips every few seconds.

When you couldn’t hold onto it anymore, his name and God’s name left your lips in a series of high pitched cries and whimpers.

You threw your head back to see the ribbon of your corset, swaying in time with Jake’s bed as it thudded into the cabin walls with his movements.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “Relax and let go for me. I’m right behind ya’,” he breathed out.

Just as he instructed you, you closed your eyes and let waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Like a snake, it started in your toes and slithered through your veins as you felt yourself tighten around him.

“There you go, there you… oh,” he said as his body twitched and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He pulled himself out of you and kneeled on the bed between your legs, giving himself a few quick pumps before releasing himself.

He looked absolutely ravishing. His mouth hung open. His head fell back. Guttural sounds escaped his lips. Every muscle in his body tensed up and became more defined as he reached his climax and took himself over the edge.

Slowing his movements, he blinked a few times as he came down from his own pleasure.

You looked down to your thigh to see Jake’s warm release dripping down it.

Quickly, he grabbed a rag from the table and wiped your leg clean before throwing it to the floor amongst your clothes and undergarments.

In shock and awe you looked at him. His hair was sweaty and disheveled, as was yours. His face, neck, and chest were littered with little patches of pink and red. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

As he caught his breath, he grabbed another rag, dipped it into a pail of water, and rung it out before walking back over to you and wiping the sweat off your face with it gently.

His face was full of concern and inches from yours as he whispered, “Y’alright?”

With absolutely no words left in you, you nodded wordlessly before smiling at him and kissing him gently. With that, his face relaxed and softened.

When he pulled back, he wiped his own face, placed the rag back over the edge of the pail to dry, and crawled into his bed next to you.

Now calm and still, he pulled you close to his warm body and gave your shoulders little kisses. He hummed in your ear to lull you to sleep, even though you could’ve sworn you were already dreaming.

Morning arrived with the sounds of birds chirping and the crackling of wood in a fireplace waking you up.

You opened your eyes to a dimly lit cabin, nearly forgetting where you were until you saw Jake sitting at a small wooden table just a few feet away from you, quickly jogging your memory that you did in fact sleep in his bed with him last night.

“Mornin’ Beautiful,” he said in a deeper than normal voice.

“Good morning,” you replied sweetly as you sat up in his bed and stretched, pulling your hair back and securing it into a braid.

Jake was clothed in a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. The same one he wore the day he cut his hand open. You could tell because it had faint brown stains on it from all the blood not fully coming out of the fabric.

You blushed looking down at yourself in just your camisole with his red and white patchwork quilt wrapped around the lower half of your body. Jake lifted his chin towards the foot of the bed where the bottoms of your underpants were folded perfectly.

Jake fought back a smile and downturned his eyes towards his lap as you reached for your underpants and put them on.

Now somewhat clothed, you got out of bed and joined him at the table.

“Hungry?” he asked as you looked down at what he had laid out on the table.

His dishes weren’t the fine China you were accustomed to. He didn’t have the shiniest cutlery made of real silver nor sparkling crystal glasses. Instead, his plates, cups, knives, and forks were all made of a dingy tin. None of that mattered at all though. You loved what his life offered you more than what yours did.

Sitting on each tin plate were two biscuits and in between them was a small bowl of butter that he dipped a knife into and spread onto a biscuit in his hand.

You spread butter on yours and picked up a fork and knife to cut a bite sized piece off of it when Jake caught your eye.

He took a large, messy bite and wiped the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand. He had absolutely no table etiquette. He was a product of his own free world, and you absolutely loved that about him.

You placed the fork and knife back down and followed him, doing exactly the same and it felt good.

He laughed through a full mouth and said “Honey?”

“Hm?” you questioned, looking at him with wide eyes.

Gesturing to a small glass bottle next to you he repeated himself, “You want honey on ‘em?”

Before you could answer, he took the honey for himself and let a small amount drip from the bottle onto the last bite of the biscuit in his hand.

“S’good, try it,” he said, holding out the biscuit across the table for you.

You opened your mouth and laughed as Jake fed you. The sweet flavor of the honey as well as the saltiness of the butter opened in your mouth like a blooming flower in the spring.

Delicious, just as life was like with Jake. Yet bittersweet, what the reality of the situation was.

As the two of you concluded breakfast, Jake cleared his throat.

“Now, I do have to take you back. ‘Fore the sun comes up fully. ‘Fore they find out you’re gone,” he said.

He was right. You were positive Katherine made up some kind of lie to cover for you but the sun was just beginning to rise. You didn’t have much time left. You nodded understandably and stood up from the table.

As Jake cleaned up the table, you got dressed in your clothes from the night before, leaving behind your corset at the foot of his bed and satin ribbon which still hung on his headboard.

As the sun was rising, you and Jake rode back to your house on Whiskey’s back. He snuck you through the back fields until the two of you were standing behind the barn, in the secret meeting spot you had come up with months ago.

You sighed upon getting off Whiskey. You knew what was coming.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing the sides of your head as he spoke to you, “Promise this aint the last time you’ll see me. This isn’t goodbye. Promise me, Darlin,'"

Through teary eyes you promised him, silently praying he was right while knowing the truth of it all was probably hopeless.

He kissed your forehead and the second you closed your eyes, tears fell to the ground between the two of you.

Jake lifted your chin with his finger. His eyes were welling with tears and he was doing his best to hold them back.

He kissed you one last time.

Softly.

Gently.

Lovingly.

You held onto his lips with yours for as long as you could. When the kiss broke, you scanned his face hard and took in all his features, telling yourself to remember him this way; to not forget him or anything about him.

His sharp nose. His big brown eyes. His rough, tanned, and freckled skin. His soft lips. Everything.

He looked down and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pocket knife. The same one he had used the night you first spoke to him and he cut you out of your corset.

“In case you ever get yourself into trouble,” he whispered as he placed it in your palm and closed your fingers around it.

You placed your other hand over his.

“Jake,” you whispered, “I l-,”

The morning call of a rooster in the distance interrupted you.

It was time.

Everyone would be waking up now. There was no time left.

“Go on now Darlin,'" Jake whispered with tears filling his eyes, “I’ll see ya.”

You looked to your house and back to Jake for the final time. You wiped a tear that had fallen onto his cheek and gave him a kiss right where the tear had fallen before turning around to go back to your house, leaving him there behind the barn to sneak back home on his own.

The next day, you had just gotten ready for bed when your bedroom door opened and your father walked through the entryway.

“Good evening, Daddy,” you said to him as you sat up in bed.

He sat down at the foot of your bed and held something behind his back. When he revealed it to you, your heart sank.

“May I ask what this is?” he asked, holding up the knife.

“I don’t know,” you lied, “I’ve never seen that in my life.”

“Interesting,” he said, inspecting the knife, “I found it in here just this afternoon. Looks to have some letters carved in it. J…T…K. Would those letters be familiar at all to you?”

JTK.

Jacob. Thomas. Kiszka.

You could lie. You could say you stole it from him or you found it and were planning to return it.

You opened your mouth to speak but the opportunity to lie didn’t stand a chance as your father’s open palm came up and swiftly struck you across the face.

His voice boomed with anger.

“You are a disgrace! Nothing but a common whore! Sneaking out and having relations with another man! That man of all people!”

You could hardly believe your ears.

“I love him,” you protested.

“You do not love him!”

“You wouldn't know what love is!” you shouted.

It was as if twenty three years of anger that had been building inside you had just exploded out onto him and rightfully so. Your father didn’t know what love was. He never showed it to you or to your mother. He was the reason this seemingly never ending cycle of loveless marriage would be continuing with you.

Rage filled his eyes. His face turned a shade of red you’d never seen on him before. And then, he did the worst thing he could possibly do. He took the knife and threw it into the fireplace.

A shriek escaped your lips but was quickly cut off by your fathers hand pressing itself over your mouth as he got inches from your face.

“In a weeks time, you will be marrying Mr. Drayton and from this point forward you will never see your beloved Jake again or so help me God. Is that understood?”

Terrified, you nodded and he removed his hand from you as he turned to leave your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

The second the door closed you ran to the fireplace and sat on your knees in front of it, watching the wooden handle of the knife turn to ash and the blade turn black as it burned.

That knife was all you had of Jake. And it was destroyed. Now he truly was nothing but a memory.

For a week your father kept a close eye on you, not allowing you the chance to leave your house. Jake was fired and your father banned him from setting foot on his property or else he’d have him arrested.

For the next week, you laid in bed miserable. You went to sleep each night dreaming of lying next to Jake and woke up the next morning imagining yourself back in his bed in his little cabin in the woods. Then, the day of the wedding came and there was no more dreaming, only nightmares.

Katherine and your mother spent hours getting you ready. They did up your hair and makeup to the point of you not even recognizing yourself in the mirror. The white lace dress that was hanging in your room for the past few days was now about to be put onto your body to be married in.

As your mother helped you into your corset, she asked, “Darling, where is your ribbon? The white one?” your mother asked.

Darling.

Jake’s voice replayed in your head.

Darlin.'

Images of the ribbon dangling above your head on Jake’s bed flashed before your eyes.

“You were wearing it just the other day for your party. Right before you fell ill,” Katherine added, looking around for it.

“I don’t know,” you lied in a whisper, lowering your eyes to the floor.

You knew exactly where it was.

Your mother scoffed, “Nonsense. Honestly, how irresponsible can you be? I’ll just go fetch one of mine,” she said in annoyance as she left the room, leaving you and Katherine alone.

“How did he find out?” you whispered.

Katherine looked at you sympathetically and sighed, “He saw you both coming back early in the morning last week. Started putting two and two together. He asked me- I said he had to be mistaken. He didn’t believe me. I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

For your entire life, Katherine held onto your secrets like they were her own. You knew she didn’t tell. If she did, she would have been fired along with Jake for aiding you.

She knew what happened that night. She always knew. Because the truth of it was, she was more a mom to you than your very own mother. And though parting with Jake hurt, parting with her was going to hurt just as much.

You nodded your head at her, fighting back tears, as your mother came through the door again with another white ribbon and began caging you in the corset, tightly, constricting your breathing and painfully caging you in.

To your absolute dismay, the wedding happened. You put on your best fake smile and got through the day as well as the kiss between yourself and William, which almost everyone in attendance assumed to be your first kiss.

After the wedding, a carriage awaited you. William followed you in and in a few moments, it was off, taking you to live with him forever where your mundane life of misery would truly begin.

You sat next to William as the carriage rode along the dusty roads towards the city, making idle conversation.

After just a few minutes, the carriage approached a man on a brown horse traveling the opposite way. As you got closer to him, you knew exactly who he was.

As the carriage passed him, it was as if time slowed down.

There he was. The only man you ever truly loved. And you never even told him.

He tipped his hat at the two of you. William nodded at him politely and unknowingly.

Your head followed him as he passed and you took notice of the horse, who had a white satin ribbon tied in a bow on the bottom of her braided main.

As the carriage pulled you forward on the road, he got smaller and smaller. He looked back at you and gave you a smile.

You returned a smile to him and turned back to face forward in your seat.

Through the pain yet relief of seeing him, you smiled, this time to yourself. You were from different worlds. And for just a moment in time, your worlds collided. It was beautiful and winsome but over too soon. And though all you had left of the collision of those worlds with Jake were memories, you still had him in your heart, where he stayed for the rest of your life.

You smiled, at least you were under the same sky.

Author's Note: This took a while, sorry! To everyone who stayed with the story and was patient with the publishing process, thank you. I may post it as one big story so it's easier for future readers. As always, please let me know what you thought of it! Thank you to @abeautylives for all the support and help along the way, love you the most!

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 27 days

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Exciting News!

I just finished the final chapter of Rollin' and Tumblin' and once my bff reads it and shares her opinions, it will be yours!

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 1 month

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is the new chapter for rolling and tumblin coming soon 😼😔

Hi! It's been a while since I posted on here. I had to take some time away for mental health and I really have not had much motivation to write considering my stuff has been flopping. I hope to work on it soon and have it out shortly! It's the last chapter so I really want to finish it.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 4 months

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Vengeance

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: “When people misbehave, they get punished. That’s how they learn, ya know?”

Warnings: Pit viper Josh, punishment sex, degradation, dominant Josh, bondage (tying hands/wrists and blindfolding), use of the word “slut,” “slave,” and “whore,” puppy play (kind of), forced blow job, gagging, breath control, mention of vomit, humiliation, teasing, rough unprotected sex, impact to the face, spitting.

Word Count: 6.5k

To say you planned to make Josh fall apart would be an understatement. However you never thought he’d turn the tables on you.

As you stood there, with a metal shelf pressed against your back and your hands tied above your head with the strings of your bikini top, trying to figure out how to get yourself free, you thought back to the series of events that led you to this moment.

It was a Kiszka family weekend. Their parents and sister had planned to come to see a show in a few days and the guys had the weekend free, which called for family activities.

Each of the boys organized something. Jake booked everyone hotel rooms, Sam made reservations and covered the cost of all the dinners, and Josh booked the daily activities- which he specifically was very excited for, because you were staying by a lake.

Josh rented a boat for one of the afternoons- something the entire family would enjoy.

So, a few days ago, you rush-shipped a new bikini and coverup for the trip and the day before leaving, it showed up at your front door.

Perfect.

It was a dark green cheeky bikini with little white flowers embroidered on it that was held together by just a few strings. It was cute however, it was a bit smaller in real life than it was according to the pictures online.

But the way it hugged and accentuated every part of your body that you wanted it to perfectly when you tried it on gave you a boost of confidence and not to mention, a few dirty thoughts- thoughts that you were sure were bound to cross Josh’s mind too. Besides, you loved time off with him. He wasn't as tired as he was during show days and you had more time for "activities."

He was going to love it, that much you were sure of.

But, you remembered, you’d also be around his family. So of course, you also purchased a cover up. The cover up was an off white knitted dress that would do its job for when you were around the family or at public places throughout the day.

You packed bags for yourself and Josh and right before zipping up the bags, you admired to yourself how your new bathing suit unintentionally but probably subconsciously matched the one Josh was set to bring- white swim trunks with a subtle pattern of green accented shapes. You threw it on top of yours and zipped the suitcase.

***

“Sam just texted me that he’s leaving now so he’ll be at the dock in a few minutes. You ready?” Josh asked as he laid on the bed of your hotel room on his phone, not bothering to look up to you as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

“Oka- Woah. No. Absolutely not,” Josh protested at the sight of you.

“What?” you asked as you continued to put your earrings in.

“The outfit! No!” he said with a chuckle coming off his lips as if it was all a big prank.

Instantly, you put on the charm.

“You don’t like it?” you asked innocently.

He sighed, rolled off the bed, and came over to where you were standing, clasping his hands behind your back and pulling you close to him.

“Don’t be like that, Mama. It’s just… a lot. Well, actually, it’s not a lot at all. You’re practically wearing nothing. I mean, my parents are gonna be there today,” he explained, getting a good look at you.

You gave him a little pout, dropped your chin, and looked at him through your lashes to hit him with your best puppy dog look.

There was no sense in arguing. Josh knew you could be a bit of a handful at times and after all, that was something about you that he had to admit he loved- something that turned him on, even.

He laughed to himself and shook his head, “God, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Love you too, Baby,” you said sweetly as you gave him a quick kiss and a pat on his butt.

After grabbing your bags and a case of beer, you Josh walked out of the hotel, and down to the dock to the boat he had rented hand in hand. You were the last ones to arrive- as usual with him.

It was hot out but cloudy, and the breeze from the water was perfect. However, despite the clouds, Josh had on a pair of sunglasses. Pit Viper sunglasses to be exact. He loved them. You hated them. They made him look like a douche bag and he knew it. But, with you wearing a skimpy bikini that he didn’t exactly approve of, he figured he should include something you weren’t exactly a huge fan of as part of his outfit for the day. It was only fair.

Josh made a grand entrance upon stepping onto the boat, holding up the case of beer he brought and screaming out to his family to let them know the two of you had arrived.

The boat was big. It had a few decks as well as a full indoor living area, kitchen, and even a bedroom. There were also stairs leading down to an unlit area which you assumed led to storage and technical stuff.

After greeting his parents and sister, you sat down on a white padded bench near Sam who was was sitting crisscrossed on the deck of the boat while his girlfriend had her hands in his hair, tugging it this way and that as she put two French braids in it to keep it from blowing wildly in the wind.

“You look handsome with your hair like that, Sammy,” you said sweetly to him.

“Thank you! You look lovely today by the way,” he replied.

You smiled at Sam’s compliment and looked at Josh with an I told you so look on your face.

“Hm. At least Sammy thinks I look nice,” you whispered to him.

“I never said you didn’t” he said sternly as his jaw clench and he swallowed hard.

He lifted your legs up onto his lap and ran his free hand up and down them a few times before resting his hand just above your knee, almost as if he was claiming you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned in your ear, just above a whisper as the boat started moving.

You opened your mouth to give him a smartass reply but stopped yourself when his dad stood in front of the two of you, handing you each a drink.

“You like black cherry, right?” his dad asked with a Whiteclaw extended to you.

“Yes, it’s my favorite, thank you!” you answered with a smile as you grabbed it from his hand.

Josh took a can of beer from his dad, cracked it open, gulped down almost half of it right off the bat.

“Slow down, Baby, no one’s taking it from you,” you giggled as you brought your hand to the back of his neck and swirled your fingers through the curls at the bottom of his head.

He swallowed and brought the ice cold can to your legs, using them as a table and sending shivers throughout your body.

As the boat sailed through the water, everyone drank, talked, and laughed. Everyone except Josh, who was quieter than usual. He was good at masking his emotions though. No one seemed to pick up on it except you. After all, you knew exactly why he was quiet.

What you wanted to happen, was happening. It was only a matter of time before he broke.

Soon, the boat anchored at a shallower area of the lake. The captain informed you all that the water was about twenty feet deep, making it safe and suitable for jumping off the boat and swimming.

“You guys going in?” Jake asked the two of you, standing up and unbuttoning the black overshirt he had on.

Josh looked over at you and raised his eyebrows, silently asking you if you wanted to go in.

You didn’t answer Josh. Instead, you eyed Jake up and down, making sure Josh saw you do so.

“Yeah,” you said, replying not to Josh, but to Jake.

You sat up and gave Josh a small smile. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he tipped his sunglasses down so you could see his eyes which were strong and giving you a warning look.

Ignoring the “knock it off” look, you gave him a quick peck on the lips before taking off your white knitted cover up. When you pulled it over your head, instantly, you caught Sam and Jake’s eyes on you, despite their own girlfriends being there.

Sam was obvious. His eyes practically burned a hole into the fabric of your bikini. With her hands still braiding his hair, his girlfriend jerked his head around and he winced as his hair got pulled, a seemingly intentional move on her part.

Jake, at least, was smarter about it, hiding behind a pair of round black sunglasses and raising his beer can to his lips, taking a sip to hide his smile.

Even their dad gave Josh an approving look and a raise of his eyebrows.

Josh handled each of them as he stood up to follow you.

He smacked the unbraided side of Sam’s head as he walked by him.

He laughed his dad off as respectfully as he could.

And as he walked by Jake, who was standing on the edge of the boat, he gave him a push and watched him fall into the water below him.

The sound of his body hitting the water was all you heard until you looked over to see him laughing with just his head out of the water, his body completely invisible as it emerged in the dark lake water surrounding him.

“You dick!” he shouted jokingly, “You better get your ass in here and bring me a new beer!”

Josh turned to you, pulling you in tight by your waist, “You heard your boyfriend,” he teased, “better get your ass in there,” he said, smirking.

“Jealous?” you asked sweetly.

He looked down at your chest and then back to your face.

“No,” he answered, stretching out the word fighting back a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you said as you gave him a peck and jumped off the boat and into the water with Jake.

Immediately, Josh followed behind you and eventually, Sam, his girlfriend, Jake’s girlfriend, and Ronnie were all in the water with you.

After a while of swimming with the group, having canned drinks thrown down to you all by their parents, and Sam and Jake swimming away to pee, you started to get cold and the group of you got back onto the boat before it took off again to head to another location in the lake.

As you sat on the top deck in just your bikini, with your legs in Josh’s lap, the sun started burning off the clouds little by little, making the day grow hotter, which was nice considering you were in a cold, wet bathing suit.

“You’re getting a little pink, Baby,” you said, pressing your fingertips onto Josh’s sunkissed shoulder and releasing them to see a small pale dot linger behind before returning to the same color pink around it.

“Yeah you can still burn even with the overcast,” Sam interjected, squinting up to the sky.

Josh rolled his eyes. Sam didn’t have that problem and he never did. Sam’s skin always held strong under just one layer of SPF 30 all day while Jake and Josh would be better off reapplying SPF 50 every hour. Sam’s comment also didn’t help with Josh already annoyed at him.

“You want 50?” his dad asked, holding out a can of sunscreen.

“Ah, yes, that’s perfect,” you said, standing up and reaching for the can from his dad, making sure you pushed your ass and tits out just a bit more than your normally would, “Thank you!”

“Course,” his dad replied.

Josh grabbed your wrist to stop you from twisting the nozzle open, “Actually, you wanna go inside with me? Get a drink and be in the shade for a little?” he asked quietly.

“M’kay,” you replied, getting up, handing his dad the can of sunscreen back, and following him inside the boat as the sounds of his family members talking and laughing muffled with the closing the glass door behind you.

“I want to make something very clear to you,” he said as he pulled you down the stairs by your arm and swung you around to face him once you reached the landing and were out of earshot of the captain of the boat.

The way he whipped you around made your breath hitch in your throat and you exhaled hard as your eyes met his and he continued speaking through his teeth.

“You want to dress like a slut? Act like a slut? I will treat you like a slut. And then we’ll see just how you like it, hm?”

You looked at yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses and smiled just a bit, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. You hated those sunglasses but you were so thankful for them right now. You had to admit, you loved seeing what he saw as you looked at the reflection in them. And right now, all you saw was a little brat who deserved whatever was coming her way.

If he wanted to, you’d let him take you on the stairs right then and there for anyone to see. That’s how bad you wanted and needed him right now.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said sweetly, playing dumb.

“Really?” he asked rehtorically, “You think I didn’t notice all that shit you pulled with my brothers out there? Hm? And my fucking dad?”

“I was being nice. Unlike you who got a little attitude all of a sudden,” you said fighting back a smile.

You knew you weren’t just being nice.

“Yeah the way you were looking at Jake was really nice, wasn’t it?”

“You know what, I think you are jealous after all,” you replied.

“And I think, you need to be taught a lesson,”

“So teach me then,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you, making sure you pushed your tits up just a bit with it.

That was it and you knew it. Those four words sent Josh to his breaking point and the look on his face proved it.

Josh smiled, shook his head, and let out a laugh through his mouth as he traced his bottom teeth with his tongue.

“Teach you? Oh I’ll teach you,” he said as he pulled onto your arm and led you down the narrow corridor of the basement of the boat and into a small room that was seemingly reserved for the crew members.

He slammed the door behind him and twisted the dead bolt to lock it.

He flicked on a light switch to reveal that you were both standing in a storage closet, containing just a utility sink and a metal wire shelf that was stocked from ceiling to floor with cleaning supplies.

“What’s your word, Mama?” he asked with his hands in his hair, untying the white bandana that he was wearing.

“Red,” you said clearly.

“And what if you can’t talk?”

“Shake my head three times.”

“Perfect,” he said, smiling at you and then turning his attention to the bandana between his fingers as he gave it a good tug.

There was a ball of anxiety in your stomach that was more excited than nervous or fearful. The two of you had experimented with stuff like this before. You trusted Josh with everything in you and even though you knew he was about to completely ruin you for his own pleasure and entertainment, you knew you were in good hands. After all, this is what you hoped for.

“Now,” he began as he spun you around, grabbed your wrists and held them together in his hand behind your back, “I don’t give a fuck about your pleasure. I don’t give a fuck if you cum. You misbehaved. And when people misbehave…” he paused for a second to tug the bandana tight around your wrists, “They get punished. That’s how they learn. Ya know?”

All your body would let out was a hum in agreement as Josh grabbed your shoulders and spun you around forcefully, manhandling you.

“So,” he whispered as he brought his face close to yours, “It’s time for you to learn so this doesn't happen again,” he said as he flicked the tip of your nose.

He used one hand to sneak to the back of your neck and untie your bikini top. In just a few seconds, the strings were undone and the top came tumbling down, exposing your bare chest to him. The second string that wrapped around your back was still in place though, keeping the two triangles of the top just dangling over your stomach, swinging back and forth as you moved your body.

The same hand continued down your chest and he swirled his fingertips over your nipple lightly, causing your back to arch involuntarily at his touch.

“Mmm, feels good?” he asked softly with his mouth an inch away from yours.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a whisper, closing your eyes and subconsciously bringing your face closer to go in to kiss him. A kiss which never happened because Josh pulled his face back.

In a second, a sinister chuckle left his lips and a sharp pain rang through your chest as he pinched and pulled upward on your nipple.

“Don’t get used to it,” he said bluntly, giving it one last tug before ripping his fingers from you.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You did as he said and dropped down so that your face was at eye level with the bulge in his swim trunks.

“What are you waiting for? Take ‘em off,” he said sharply.

“Josh,” you said bluntly, “I can’t,” you emphasized your words, reminding him that your hands were tied behind your back.

He didn’t need to be reminded. He didn’t care.

“Get creative. You’ll find a way.”

You looked up at his face and then down at his shorts which were at eye level. All you had was your mouth.

Inching closer to him on your knees, you took your teeth to the waistband of his shorts right by his hip bone, and tugged down.

They came down an inch on one side and you crawled to the other side of him and did the same there.

Back and forth you went, on your knees, tugging Josh’s trunks down an inch at a time on each side, looking absolutely pathetic, as he stood from above and watched with a smirk on his face, laughing at you. You couldn’t even see his eyes through his sunglasses, all you saw was yourself, his slave, in the reflection of them.

After getting his shorts down about halfway and struggling to get them to come off past his bulge, he had had enough and he pulled his shorts down the rest of the way, fully revealing his hard cock to you.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

You looked up at him, licked your lips, and leaned forward to take his dick in your mouth.

The second the tip of his dick pushed past your lips he let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed the back of your head.

Instantly, he started using his hands to guide you. He used your hair as leverage, pulling at your roots and pushing down on your head as he moved you back and forth. It felt good- that little sting that came with each pull.

Normally, you’d be able to add some “technique” to sucking his dick. You’d use your hands and twist them around his shaft. You’d be able to go at your own pace, starting slow and sucking the tip the way he liked it. You could swirl your tongue around the head of his dick or cup his balls to send him over the edge a bit. But not this time. All you had was your open mouth. He was in control of everything.

In a way, you were glad he was. You could barely keep your own balance due to not being able to use your hands and water dripping from both your bathing suits and your hair had made the floor just a bit slippery below your knees, causing them to slide around a bit. Not to mention, you were on a moving boat.

However, him being in control of everything meant he was going to use you just the way he wanted to.

Quickly, he picked up the pace.

Josh let go of your hair and his hands gripped the sides of your head and pulled you back and forth on his dick with force a few times.

But that wasn’t enough for him. He stilled his hands, kept your head steady, and started thrusting his hips into you, fucking your face.

The gargle sounds that started in your throat and came out of your mouth as the saliva collected in your open mouth and began dripping onto your chin were something you’d only ever heard in porn before.

He looked down at you the entire time and you looked up at him, watching yourself in the reflection of his sunglasses. You could see and feel your own saliva dripping down between your tits.

With every thrust, his sunglasses slid further and further off his nose and you flinched as they came down, just missing your face, and hitting the floor to your left.

He stopped for a minute with his dick still in your mouth and both turned your eyes to the floor where you could just faintly see the sunglasses in your peripheral vision.

“Pick ‘em up,” he instructed and he pushed your head off of his dick backwards.

You wiggled your body around and leaned sideways awkwardly to grab at them, but you were unsuccessful. You tried a few times, grabbing them with your fingers before dropping them time after time. The way your wrists were tied up didn’t allow your hands for much movement. Not to mention the way you had to bend around was difficult and was stretching your back in painful ways, causing you to wince and whine as you tried.

You sat back on your heels and looked up at him, defeated and out of breath.

He laughed, “You are absolutely pathetic, Baby. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this.”

You looked at the glasses on the floor again and sighed. Still sitting on your heels, you turned yourself around, giving him a view of your ass with your hands tied right above it, which you were sure he loved.

And just as he wanted you to, like nothing but an obedient dog, you leaned down and with your mouth, picked up the glasses and crawled back around to present them to him.

He reached down and cupped the side of your face gently, a contrast to how he had been handing you for the past few minutes.

“That’s a good girl,” he cooed the same way he would reward Sam’s dog for doing a trick, as he took the sunglasses from your mouth.

You fully expected him to put them back on his own face but instead, he reached down and put them on you.

In any normal circumstance, this would be a soft act of kindness. But not in this one. This was just another way of humiliating and degrading you, and the next words out of his mouth proved it.

“There we go, that’s better,” he said softly and sweetly, before his tone changed as he continued, “Yeah,” he laughed, “I don't even want to look at you.”

He stroked himself a few times before he continued, “Now, is my good little puppy ready for her treat? Open,” he said as he grabbed the back of your head and forced you onto his dick once more and held you there.

You gagged around his dick as it hit the back of your throat. You concentrated on breathing through your nose as your throat closed around his dick. You were swallowing his cock and your own saliva all while fighting back vomit that you could feel forcing its way up your throat.

Tears welled up in your eyes ran down your face, causing the inside of the glasses to fog up to the point where you could no longer see anything.

He kept one hand on the back of your head and used the other one to take hold of your nose and squeeze your nostrils shut.

At that point, you had lost feeling in your arms, you couldn’t see, and now you couldn’t breathe.

The only thing you could do was feel him using you and take it. Your mouth was nothing but a hole for Josh to use to get himself off. Every ounce of dignity was stripped from you. The only thing that even provided you with the slightest bit of it was your bathing suit bottoms that were still intact but pooling with your own wetness as Josh continued fucking your face.

You were a second away from shaking your head to get him to stop when he shoved you away aggressively, allowing you to suck in a massive and well earned breath as well as close your mouth to swallow properly for the first time in what felt like forever.

He pushed the glasses up onto your forehead, allowing you to regain your sense of sight, and both of you watched a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick stretch and eventually break apart into two pieces landing on his thigh and your chest.

Breathing with your mouth open to catch your breath, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, desperately, as he looked down at you with a pleased expression on his face.

You were practically panting to catch your breath when he reached down and lifted your chin to close your mouth.

“Close your mouth, Baby, you look like a whore.”

No shit.

He held onto your cheeks and smooshed them together, hard, causing your lips to part and letting all the excess saliva ooze between your teeth, bubble out, and dribble down your chin.

For just a fraction of a second, he smiled at you. It was so brief that if you would have blinked in that exact second, you wouldn’t have seen it.

And just as quickly, his expression was serious again as he released your cheeks from his grip with a push to your face.

With that same hand, he swirled your hair around his wrist and held it tight in a makeshift ponytail in his fist before using it to yank you up to your feet.

You winced as he pulled you up forcefully, feeling your neck stretch as your legs tried to keep up with how quickly he was pulling.

As he pulled you up, you slipped around on the floor which was not only covered in lake water, but now drops of your own saliva. Josh held you steady for a moment with each of his hands gripping your upper arms.

He spun you around, freed your wrists, and spun you around again so that you were now facing him.

He threw the bandana to the floor on top of his disregarded swim trunks.

“Take that off,” he commanded, jutting his chin out toward your bikini top that was hanging by one loose knot just below your ribcage.

Careful not to drop it, you untied it, pulled it off, and handed it to him, unsure of the next plan he had for you.

“That little bratty mouth of yours served me well, Mama. But now,” he said as he held your wrists together in front of you and wrapped the bikini top strings around them a couple times, “Let’s see what that pussy can do for me, hm?”

He walked you backwards a few steps until your back made contact with the metal shelf behind you, causing you to shiver from how cold it was.

He raised your tied wrists over your head and using the rest of the bikini top, he secured your wrists to the top wire shelf, wrapping the string around in the most unconventional way and creating knots that would be close to impossible to undo.

He gave your wrists a yank and when they didn’t detach from the shelf or slip out of the ties, he smiled to himself with satisfaction.

He walked around to the front of you and looked you up and down.

“Comfortable?”

“No,” you whined as you moved around a bit, struggling.

“Aw that’s too bad, Mama. You look so pretty like this. All desperate and helpless. Nothing but a whore for a good fuck,” he said as he sucked his teeth and gave you a condescending pout.

He took one finger, starting at your wrist, and ran it down the inside of your entire arm.

You squirmed as his finger brushed over your armpit and down to your nipple, giving it a flick before his hand came up to your chin.

With his other hand, he grabbed the front of your bikini bottom and pulled tight, letting the fabric create a burning friction between your folds.

You let out a whimper of pain.

“Jo-” you whined.

“Shhhh,” he said, shushing you but also finishing the last sound of his name that you whined out.

He let go and the elastic in the bottoms snapped back onto your skin with a sting. He pushed the crotch of your bikini bottom to the side, feeling around with his fingers- feeling the wetness that had accumulated. Slowly, he dipped two fingers inside you and pulled them back out.

“You like all this a bit too much, don’t you?” he asked in a sweet voice, “Maybe a bit more than you should?”

He was right. You liked this more than you should. A lot more than you should. Any sane person would find this completely humiliating and degrading. But surprisingly, this got you more turned on than anything.

You wanted Josh to use you. You wanted him to treat you like an object- not a person- nothing but a masturbation tool for him.

You nodded in response as he pulled his wet fingers up and held them in between both of your faces, rubbing them back and forth, inspecting what was left on them.

“You know, I’m starting to think you planned this whole thing,” he said, smiling sinisterly, "You're smarter than you look,"

He picked up the bandana off the floor and wiped his fingers with it before balling it up and shoving it in your mouth.

“You like how you taste?” he asked with his hand covering your mouth tight.

“Mhm,” you said with your voice muffled from both the bandana and his hand.

“I’m gonna give you something that you’re really gonna like then,” he whispered as he lifted your leg up and placed your foot on the ledge of the utility sink next to you.

Still holding the crotch of your bottoms to the side with one hand, he lined himself up with your entrance and then held onto your hip with his other hand as he slid inside you, bottoming out and filling you up completely.

He started off slow, pulling out most of the way before filling you up again. However, he quickly picked up the speed and pressure, pushing your back into the metal shelf behind you with every thrust.

That familiar dull ache began forming deep in your stomach as he kept going. It would come and go with his movements. Normally, you’d be able to tell him what to do to make you cum and he’d do it happily. But not this time. Right now, you knew your place. You were his toy, nothing but a set of holes for him to jack off into. Your pleasure meant absolutely nothing to him, he said it himself. If you asked him for anything to help you get closer to a release, he’d do the opposite and laugh at you.

As he continued, you felt the string of your bikini bottom come loose and fall over your leg and his. You looked down to see the strings dangling from your body and swung around between the two of you.

Upon looking down, the glasses that he had rested on the top of your head, once again, fell to the floor. But this time, Josh paid them no mind.

Instead, he pushed on your left leg that was held up by the sink and used your thigh for leverage, allowing himself to go in at a deeper angle as his other hand white knuckled the shelf behind you.

He grunted and breathed hard through his teeth while you whimpered in both pain and pleasure while biting down hard on the now soaked bandana.

All it took was one particularly deep and hard thrust to send a pornographic combination of expletives and moans from your mouth into the air.

“Oh God, Josh! FUCK!” you screamed, letting the now saliva soaked bandana to fall to the floor.

Josh reached his hand up to your face laid his entire palm on your cheek with a hard slap before forcing four of his fingers into the side of your mouth and pulling your lips apart as he hooked his hand around so the palm of it was on your cheek and he was pressing your head back into the shelf as he continued fucking you.

“Come on, Mama, louder. Let ‘em all hear. You’re lucky I’m not fucking you up there, letting Sammy and Jake have their turns too. Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Keep it in the family, huh? You wanna fuck my dad too? Be my new step mom? You want that, don’t you? Disgusting.”

“No,” you argued back.

But with his hand prying your mouth open, you couldn’t get your lips or tongue to make the right N sound, which in turn made you sound the most pathetic you ever have.

“I’m sorry you’ll have to enunciate. What was that?” he asked with a chuckle coming off his lips, knowing damn well you loved being his little fuck toy and you were his to humiliate.

“I aid o!” you attempted to say.

“Oh you said no? Didn’t seem like it considering you’re all over them, wearing this slutty little bikini. Oh you look so handsome Sammy! Good for nothing but sucking and fucking,” he said, pushing into you harder as he spoke those specific words.

He started slamming into you mercilessly. The shelf behind you began moving and hitting the wall with each thrust with a thud. Paper towel rolls began falling from the top shelf onto the floor. Bottles of soap and cleaning products began falling over on the shelves as Josh pushed you into it.

Despite all that, Josh didn’t stop. Instead, he put his foot up on the bottom rung of the shelf and lifted his hips up underneath you, pushing himself deeper than ever before.

That was it. That was all it took to send you over the edge. The building feeling in your stomach came to a peak right there and exploded.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you watched the inside of your eyelids flicker open and close as you felt yourself tighten around Josh’s dick with your orgasm pulsing through your body.

It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It was deep and strong and well earned.

The sounds that came out of your mouth were unintelligible.

He fucked you through your orgasm and right into his, letting out a deep moan as he released himself inside you. He closed his eyes tight and furrowed his eyebrow as waves of visible pleasure filled his entire body causing his body to twitch as they hit.

When he finished, he stilled his movements and let go of your face; and the two of you, with your faces less than an inch apart, just stared at each other in awe, breathing heavily. Almost like neither of you could believe any of that just happened.

Gently, he cupped your face, as if he was silently asking you if you were okay. It was like time stopped for just a second with him.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, looking at you with a genuine softness in his eyes.

He broke eye contact and looked down as he pulled himself out of you. Slowly, he lowered your leg back to the ground before cleaning himself off in the sink. He splashed cold water on his face and shook it off. You watched him as you felt the warmness of his cum starting to drip out of you.

Josh reached down to the bottom shelf next to you and uncapped a plastic bottle of water.

“Open,” he said as he lifted your chin up and poured water in your mouth carefully in an act of kindness.

You swallowed a few times and he pulled the bottle away, letting the excess water drip down your chin, neck, and chest.

He gulped down what was left in the bottle and when he was done, he pulled his shorts back on and stood back, admiring his work.

Your hair was a mess- half wet, half dry, and tangled. There was black makeup streaming down your face. Saliva, both wet and dry, had run from your mouth, to your chin, and down to your stomach, leaving a wet spot on the top of the crotch of your bikini bottoms, which were hanging on loosely by one hip as his cum dripped down your inner thigh.

Finally, to put the finishing touches on his masterpiece, he got his face close to yours and expecting a kiss, you lifted your chin to him.

“Now,” he began, “What do you say?” he said softly, letting the word “say” draw out a bit.

“Thank y-,” you started to say when you were interrupted by Josh spitting on your face.

You flinched as it hit your face.

He aimed for your mouth but missed by just a bit, landing just below your bottom lip, giving his saliva no choice but to trickle down your chin and then down your chest, where it fell in and mixed with every other bodily fluid imaginable.

He picked up his sunglasses and bandana from the floor and ran them under water in the sink.

“Well,” he said casually as he laid the bandana across the edge of the sink to dry and shook the excess water off the glasses, “I’m gonna go take a nap so, I’ll see you later, Mama.”

“You’re seriously not going to get me out of this?” you asked with your hands still tied to the shelf.

“Eh,” he said, “You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he opened the door and shut it behind him, flicking off the lights as he left, leaving you there as you were.

In the darkness you moved around a bit until a little green blinking light above the door caught your eye.

A security camera.

Fuck.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry (no I’m not).

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 4 months

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Brand New Start

Pairing: Danny Wagner and Female Reader

Summary: Danny could use some help achieving a new, much needed look.

Warnings: Scissors

Word Count: 2.5k

As relationships go, yours was fairly new. You’d been seeing Danny for just a few months but things had been going really well, progressing pretty fast even.

Being with Danny was simple. He was easy going, low maintenance, and nothing but sweet to you. Even though things with him were new, you couldn’t help but imagine a future with him.

The only downside was that Danny had a hectic schedule. With the band's new album and tour, his job really began picking up and it was becoming difficult to spend time together. He was spending the majority of his days at tour rehearsals or in the studio working on things for the new album and next album after that so he wasn't home a lot. When he did get home, he was usually too tired to do much until the weekends, which was understandable.

So, he gave you a key to let yourself in and be able to spend more time with him when he got home, even if it was just a night in with dinner and a movie. It was easier this way. You’d finish work, pack a bag for the night, and be at his place waiting for him when he came home with dinner either cooked or on the way.

Most weeknights, you’d arrive at his house before he would get home, and he’d usually come home around seven. But tonight was different. When you got to his place, all signs pointed to the fact that he was home and he had been home for a while.

You put your stuff down in the living room and called out to him but were met with no answer.

All the lights were on and the curtains were all open.

The TV was still on and a half drunk beer was on the coffee table next to a half empty bowl of pretzels.

In the kitchen, he had steaks thawing out on the counter.

His keys were hanging by the door and his sneakers were discarded right by the stairs.

He was definitely home.

You began walking upstairs on a quest to find him when the faint sound of music caught your ear.

It was coming from Danny’s room.

The music led you into his bedroom and his voice singing along to the music brought you towards his open bathroom door.

“Baby, what are you do- Oh my God,” you said, shocked, as you stopped in the doorway upon seeing Danny in the mirror.

He was standing there, leaning over the sink with a pair of scissors in his left hand and a chunk of his hair between the blades.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and he jumped just a bit since he obviously wasn’t expecting to see you.

“Are you?” you asked cautiously, squinting at him and slightly smiling.

All he could do was nod. There was still a look of shock on his face and his hands were still holding the scissors and chunk of hair.

You walked into the bathroom and stood next to him at the counter.

Reaching down, you picked up a box of black hair dye.

“And…dying it too?” you asked.

He lowered his arms a bit and looked over at you next to him, “That’s the plan,” he said.

“So you just decided to come in here and…”

“Chop it? Yeah,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

You reached out to him and gently took the scissors from his hand. You turned the music down on his speaker. Looking down at the box of dye in one hand and the scissors in the other, you shook your head.

Apprehensively, he looked down at you and bit the side of his lip.

“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” you asked, smiling, and looking up at him.

“Not a fucking clue,” he laughed as a shade of pink appeared on his cheeks.

He lowered his chin and his smile faded along with his laughter.

You felt a little bad for walking in on him at this moment. It was clear he was embarrassed and feeling a little defeated.

You placed the scissors and box down on the bathroom counter and ran your hand across his jaw and under his chin, lifting it up a little to meet his gaze. You moved your hand from his face into his hair and swirled your finger around one loose curl ringlet. It was brown with a few strands of blonde mixed in. He had dark brown, almost black roots grown out that no longer matched the previous dye job which you knew he did carelessly when he broke up with his ex girlfriend.

His hair was dry and brittle and barely held any shape, especially the ends.

In a whisper, you sweetly assured him, “Lemme help you.”

Danny looked over at your finger in his hair and then back at your face as a small smile appeared on him again before he kissed you softly.

Upon pulling back from him, you told him to get an old towel or a shirt he didn’t care about while you read the directions on the box and got to work squeezing the colorant into the developer and shook it up.

He returned to the bathroom in an old black T shirt that was tight on him. It was definitely from his teen days. The sleeves tugged at his biceps and it was super tight on his chest as well.

As you slipped the gloves on, he sat down on the closed toilet seat next to you.

With the bottle in hand, you stood in front of him, straddling his legs so your inner thighs were touching his outer thighs.

He held onto the back of your thighs with his full palm spread, rubbing his thumbs up and down your legs.

As you brought the bottle to his head, you rested your forearms on his shoulders and looked down at him.

“Ready? There’s no going back once I start,” you warned, raising your eyebrows.

“Ready,” he whispered, giving your butt a light pat.

Carefully, you worked the dye into his hair. You separated it into sections and made sure dye covered every strand from root to tip.

As you worked it into his hair, little specks of it splattered onto his cheeks and nose and he flinched as they hit him and kept his eyes closed.

You reached over to the counter, grabbed a tissue, and wiped his face clean.

As you wiped the spots of dye off the sides of his nose and cheeks, he opened his eyes and looked at you as if you were a dream. His eyes had that green tint to them that you could only see sometimes. They were soft and sparkly with just a hint of left over black eyeliner smudged along his lash lines, giving him that dark look that you absolutely loved.

You kissed the end of his nose and finished the dye job, letting the dye seep into his hair for the amount of time instructed on the box while you cleaned up his hairline and ears with a wet paper towel.

When it was time, he stood up and headed for the sink.

He gave himself a look in the mirror with wide eyes. He was a mess. His long hair was full of dye that was dripping down onto his shoulders and spreading out all over the shirt.

He leaned over the sink and placed his head into the bowl of it, face first. You helped gather all his hair and gently, careful not to let any more dye splatter, you flipped it over his head.

“It’s gonna be cold at first,” you said, wincing, as you turned the faucet on slowly and let the water hit the back of his head.

Danny flinched as the cold water hit the back of his head and instantly, the sink became a pool of black water as the dye rinsed out.

“You okay, Baby?” you asked, moving his hair around to get a good look at his face.

He was visibly uncomfortable. He had his eyes closed tight. The water was cold and was running from the back of his head, down his face, and over his nose and mouth. He shriveled his neck up and goosebumps appeared on his arms from how cold it was. He was bent over at an odd angle for his tall frame and it was obvious his back was probably hurting him.

“Mhm,” he lied, wincing and breathing out hard, pushing water off his lips with his breath.

You sucked on your teeth and frowned at him, feeling sorry for him.

After getting the water to a warmer temperature, you leaned on him lightly and placed your chin on his shoulder, giving it little kisses.

With one hand, you rubbed up and down his back. Your other hand found the base of his neck and starting from the roots, you ran your fingers through his hair gently as the water came down on them, making sure to get all the dye out.

You gave his scalp little scratches as you let the water run through his hair, earning little hums from him.

Once the water was rinsing clear, you turned off the faucet, squeezed a good amount of conditioner into your palm, and worked it into his hair.

After rinsing the conditioner out, you placed a towel over his head. He grabbed the towel, letting his hands rest on top of yours for a moment and squeezed down to let the towel absorb the excess water.

He squeezed down on your hands as he did it. His hands were rough and giant on top of yours and he knew you liked it.

You were glad he couldn’t see your face right now because you were smiling like a middleschool girl with a crush.

Carefully, Danny pulled his head out from under the faucet and stood up, arching his back to stretch it out a bit.

He took the towel off his head and a wild mass of long, wet, tangled, and now black hair fell down and started curling up instantly.

“Woah,” he said as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

After the initial shock wore off, the tiniest smile spread across his face as he played with his hair and moved it around a bit.

“Relax, Handsome, it's not done yet,” you joked, breaking him away from the mirror, handing him a comb, and keeping the scissors for yourself as you opened and closed the blades back and forth quickly at him.

“You’re gonna cut it?” he asked, smiling.

“Yes I’m going to cut it!” you laughed, “Did you see how you were holding those scissors when I walked in on you? Besides, you’re a lefty, it’ll end up so crooked if you do it yourself. Now sit down, Daniel. I’m gonna make you pretty.”

He smiled, rolled his eyes, and did what you said.

You were right and he knew it. And secretly, even though he wouldn’t fully show it, he loved that you were doing this for him and with him.

He combed the knots out of his hair and sat on the edge of the tub. You draped the damp towel around his shoulders, parted his hair down the middle, and talked with him about what he wanted.

He wanted it to just come above his shoulders to get all the dead ends off. He also wanted the bangs he had grown out to blend in with it on either side.

It seemed doable.

For the first few minutes you played around with his hair, pulling chunks of it straight and letting them coil back up into curls to see what exactly you were working with before you cut it. Dying hair was one thing- it was simple and the box had directions. Cutting hair, curly hair at that, was much different.

You let the curls rest naturally and then gave him a good look, imagining exactly how he wanted it and trying your best to envision it.

“You okay, Baby?” he asked, somewhat mimicking the way you asked him earlier when his head was in the sink.

“Mhm,” you lied as you squinted your eyes and bit your bottom lip, trying to concentrate on doing the right thing here.

After a minute, starting in the front, you made sure it was the right spot, and SNIP- a chunk of Danny’s hair fell to the floor.

Both of you looked down at it as it fell.

You looked back at Danny who was visibly worried by exactly how much hair was on the floor.

You smiled at him, proud of yourself.

“Don’t worry, Baby. It looks good. I promise,” you assured him.

This time, you weren’t lying. The length was perfect. All you had to do was repeat that action around his entire head.

And that is exactly what you did. You were careful at first but the task got easier as you went and the tension and nerves that once lingered in the air faded.

“So why did you want to do all this anyway?” you asked as you knelt in the tub behind Danny, carefully cutting the back of his hair.

“I’ve thought about it for a while. Just time for a change I guess. Needed something new. My natural hair is pretty much black anyway,” he said, shrugging.

He was right. This was much needed. Danny had changed a lot in the past year, both physically and mentally. Some of which you saw and felt, and some of which you only heard about when he would tell you stories.

But regardless, you were excited for him and his new look. Besides, he looked good. Really good. It was like his outsides were finally matching his insides.

You finished him up, cut any pieces that you missed previously and had him stand up and take the towel off.

You squeezed some of his curl cream into your palms and ran your fingers through his hair, swirling your fingers around the ringlets and allowing the product to work its magic. Almost immediately, his curls became more defined and structured. They had better shape to them than they had before.

“Okay, done,” you said proudly as you moved out of the way and gave Danny his first glance at his new look in the mirror.

“Oh, wow,” he said, turning his head slightly to get a good view of the entire thing, “This looks really good, actually. Thank you, Baby.”

“You look handsome,” you said, standing next to him but looking up at him instead of looking in the mirror like he was.

“I prefer sexy,” he said, moving his gaze from the mirror to you next to him.

Danny wrapped his arms around the small of your back and pulled you in close to him.

“Mmm, that too,” you giggled, standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss which didn’t last too long because his smile broke it and you ended up kissing his teeth.

He pulled back, looking down at his arm, “I should get a tattoo next,” he joked, “ya know, complete my new look.”

You laughed, “You could barely handle that cold water, you think you could handle getting a tattoo?”

“I know I could handle it,” he replied matter of factly, spinning you around and out of the bathroom, “Now come on,” he said, giving your ass a smack, “Let’s clean this up. We got dinner to cook and love to make.”

Song: Niall Horan- On a Night Like Tonight

Author’s Note: To all my Danny lovers out there, I hope I did your man well. I never saw him in any kind of “romantic” way until the haircut and tattoo. I’ve never dyed hair or written a Danny fic before so tell me what you think but be nice!

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 4 months

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My very first Danny fic is coming tonight! I have to say, that short black hair really did it for me.

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Now hear me out… you have scratches on your inner thighs from where the rhinestones repeatedly rubbed and scratched against your skin until they peeled off his face with a sting from the pull.

He’s so..

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Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 4

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 4

Masterpost

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Warnings: Injury (deep ax cut with blood), house fire, death of parents, death of siblings.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 4

As the summer rolled on, your time with Jake did as well. Sundays became your sneak away days. There was no work to be done on Sundays but Jake still came to the farm. Every Sunday at noon, right after lunch, you’d meet him behind the barn and as long as you were back before dinner and relatively clean, no one would suspect a thing.

The only person who knew was Katherine, your lady’s maid. She had known about Jake since the very beginning and she was trustworthy. Through the years, she had kept all your secrets. After all, you’d known her since you were an infant. She was more of a friend rather than a lady’s maid. She was always prepared with a lie to be told if anyone asked for your whereabouts.

In just a few short weeks of spending time with Jake, you’d grown to truly care for him in ways you didn’t even know were possible. You did a lot of things together. He taught you how to fish, how to throw a baseball, and not to mention, he taught you how to make him feel good in certain ways, to say the least.

But despite all that, your favorite thing was reading to him. You would sit down at the base of the hillside and he would lay his head on your lap and close his eyes while you read him books and combed your fingers through his hair. He loved to be read stories. He said it reminded him of his mother who he missed a lot.

After bidding Jake goodbye on Sunday afternoons, you’d watch him work each weekday and count down the days until you could see him again.

This week, the day came sooner than expected.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in late August. The weather was just starting to cool down and it was the perfect day for an outdoor lunch. Your mother’s friends and their daughters all came to your home for sandwiches and lemonade in the backyard.

The daughters were all girls you grew up with, some a bit younger than you and some of them your age and married with children who stayed home with nannies.

The group of you talked and sipped lemonade on the porch while everyone around you was working.

Housemaids served food to the tables of women in the shade while farm hands, Jake included, hauled and cut wood to build a fence over by the barn in the sun.

“What are you looking at, Claire?” you asked one of the girls at the table, as she peeked over the rim of her glass in the direction of the men.

Claire was younger, eighteen years old, and set to be married to the heir of a successful steel milling company in just a few months. She was silly and outgoing. She waved to the men and giggled, causing every girl at the table to turn their heads towards the barn to see who she was waving at.

Standing next to Jake was a man you'd never seen before. He was a taller, skinnier man, with brown hair falling down past his shoulders just like Jake’s except slightly darker and his was tied up into two messy braids. He was wearing denim head to toe and had on a dirty brown hat which he tipped at Claire in response to her wave.

“The tall one is rather cute,” Claire said dreamily.

The girls at the table giggled quietly as they continued staring at them while they worked.

“Yes, but the shorter one is handsome,” another one of your friends, Margaret, chimed in with her eyes set on Jake.

“Look at his legs in those pants,” she said as she stared at him, “I wonder what he looks like wi-”

“Margaret, be a lady! We’re having lunch!” Claire interrupted with a slight laugh in her voice.

The girls at the table giggled and whispered at Margaret’s unfinished comment and Claire’s sudden stop of it.

You let out a few fake laughs to join in with the group. Though Margaret didn’t get to finish her sentence, you knew what the rest of it was going to be and you knew the answer to it. You knew what Jake looked like without pants on. He looked good. Better than any of them could imagine.

But you sat in silence, holding your tongue and pretending not to be interested in any of the men back there, but especially Jake.

It took all you had not to gush over them and spill your secrets to the rest of the girls at the table. Part of you wished you could but the other part of you felt satisfied knowing you had what they wanted, regardless if anyone knew about it or not.

Eventually, the conversation transitioned onto something other than the men, which you were thankful for, and the afternoon carried on.

However it wasn’t long until the sound of Jake’s voice along with a thud of an ax hitting the ground broke through the air, causing your head to whip back around.

“Jesus! Fuck!” he called out as a pool of blood gushed out of his left hand, covered his palm, and dripped along his fingers.

The older women at the table gave him looks of disgust because of his language and continued on with their lunch, not paying him an ounce of attention- not even caring that he’d been hurt.

At the sight of him in pain, you felt your heart drop. You sat up in your chair for a better look. It took everything in you not to get up and run over to him to see if he was alright. You had to remind yourself to stay where you were and keep your thoughts in your head so as to not give yourself away.

Splatters of burgundy littered Jake’s shirt and he pressed a piece of blood soaked fabric tight over his palm.

As your father and Jake approached the back porch, you redirected your attention to your meal and tried your best not to look at Jake.

Your father snapped his fingers at Katherine and she stood up to speak to him. Katherine was a war nurse before becoming your lady’s maid. She knew everything from cleaning and healing wounds to getting blood out of clothing. If anyone could help in this situation, it was her.

He spoke quietly to her and before you knew it, she had gone into your house with Jake following behind her.

After excusing yourself from lunch, you entered your house to find Katherine in the first floor bathroom pulling a small first aid tin out of a vanity cabinet while Jake sat on the edge of the tub with his eyes on his hand.

You cleared your throat and Jake looked up at you and smiled.

“I’ll be done in just a moment, He needs-” Katherine began, not bothering to look up at you in the doorway.

“I can help him,” you said quietly, interrupting her.

At the familiar sound of your voice, she turned around from what she was doing to meet your eyes and smiled.

Quickly, she ran over to you and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Oh Miss, the sight of blood made you a bit nauseous, didn’t it?” she spoke loudly out the bathroom door, letting her voice carry down the hallway and towards the kitchen, “Please, head upstairs to get some rest,” she said, peering out into the hall to check for anyone listening or watching.

She flashed you both a smile of satisfaction before closing the bathroom door and leaving the two of you alone in your house for the first time ever.

Jake shook his head and let out a laugh through his nose, ‘That’s Katherine, isn’t it?” he asked.

Nodding wordlessly at him, you approached the spot Katherine was once standing in and opened the first aid kit.

“You know what you’re doin’, Darlin’?” he asked cautiously.

“Mhm,” you said as you placed the kit down on the edge of the sink and grabbed it as it began teetering off the edge.

Jake placed his right hand on top of yours. There was dried blood from his other hand on the top of it as well as in the beds of fingernails.

“My house ain’t more than a mile away. If you want to head there with me to do this properly,” he suggested.

His idea was probably best. You didn’t have any chairs to sit at or a table to work on in the bathroom and you couldn’t go to any other part of your house to do this without getting caught. Besides, extra alone time with Jake away from your house didn’t sound too bad either.

You made sure his hand was wrapped up to slow the bleeding and snuck him out the front door with ease.

He led you through a wooded area towards his home and within minutes, you approached a clearing in the woods with a small log cabin in the middle of it. It couldn’t have been more than two rooms wide. It had a brick chimney and a few steps which lead to a covered porch where you spotted a dark brown dog laying down by the door.

“It’s not much, but it's home,” he said smiling as you stood in front of the steps.

The dog sat up and barked at the sight of Jake.

You stayed put in fear as Jake knelt down on his knees to pet it.

“Hey girl,” he said softly to her as he rubbed her head with his good hand.

“This is Rose,” he explained, “She’s my brother Sammy’s. She’s sweet, she ain’t gonna hurtcha,’” he assured you.

You walked up the steps hesitantly and extended a hand to her as you stood behind Jake. She sniffed it a bit before licking it gently. You laughed as her tongue tickled your skin.

“You like my lady, Rose?” he said softly to her as if she would answer back.

He smiled at you, “I think she likes you,” he said before looking back down at her, “Well Rose, you’re a good judge of character,” he said as he gave her a final pat and stood up again.

He opened the front door and led the way inside to the tiny cabin.

Inside there was a wooden dining table with two chairs, two beds covered with quilted blankets, and fireplace with logs set next to it.

Jake was right. It wasn’t much. But despite it not being much, it was everything at the same time. It was warm and inviting unlike your house which was stiff, cold, and uncomfortable.

You sat down at a wooden table across from him and placed the kit down as he held out his wounded hand to you.

Slowly, you unwrapped the blood soaked fabric and he winced as you peeled it off his hand to reveal a deep slice in his palm that went from the bottom of his thumb up to his pinky finger. The bleeding had stopped for the most part but you could still see fresh blood as well as dirt and clumps of dried blood in and around the wound.

After getting a good look at it, you dug into the kit, pulling out a few bottles of solutions, scissors, and bandages.

Jake watched you as you read the labels on each bottle and set the correct ones aside.

You picked up a bottle of antiseptic and poured some out onto a clean cloth.

“It’s going to sting, okay?” you warned him as you brought the damp cloth closer to his hand.

He closed his eyes tight and nodded in anticipation.

With your free hand, you gently ran your fingertips up and down his forearm to calm him before pressing down on his wound with the wet cloth.

He hissed as the solution soaked deep into his raw, broken skin.

“Sorry,” you whispered as he breathed hard and bit down on his bottom lip.

You released the cloth from his wound and blew cool air onto it, watching his face relax and his eyes open once more as the pain faded.

After gently but thoroughly cleaning his cut, you cleaned the excess blood off his hands, applied a healing ointment and bandaged him up properly.

“How’d you learn how to do all that?” he asked as you carefully secured the bandage.

“Katherine was a war nurse. She used to tell stories of how she helped wounded soldiers. And anytime I’d gotten hurt as a child, she helped me. So I suppose I learned from her,” you explained.

And for the first time ever, you felt accomplished. You felt like you were worth something- like you could do things that mattered. You weren’t just a trophy for a man to have on his arm at parties. In that moment, you realized there was a lot that you knew how to do and it was because of Jake that you were able to do all these things. Because of him you could ride a horse, swim, throw a baseball, fish, and play card games. All things you’d never been able to do before. You felt good about yourself for the first time in a long time.

You replayed the times you spent together in your head before asking him the question you’ve always wanted to ask.

“Now,” you began, running your hands over the bandage on his hand gently, “I’ve told you all about me and my life. I want to hear about yours.”

Jake sighed. He had avoided talking about himself for as long as you’ve known him, only sharing a few tidbits here and there.

“Tell me,” you began, looking around the house and spotting two of everything, "It’s just you and Sammy?”

“Mhm, just me and Sammy,”

“And your parents? Certainly you have parents. You’ve told me about your mother a bit,” you said, prompting him to add to the conversation. After all, you’d only heard about his mother briefly.

He nodded, “I had a momma and a daddy. When I was little we had this house on a big plain in Texas,” he smiled to himself before his expression faded and he paused.

He looked down for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and continued, “But, when I was ten, there, uh, there was a fire. The whole house- up in flames. We got out of it, me and Sammy. We were the only ones. Lost my brother Joshua and my sister Veronica too,” he shook his head, “Last thing I heard was my momma callin’ out for ‘em. And, then the roof fell. I remember standin’ there with Sammy, watchin’ it burn,” he spoke softly with his eyes fixated on the fire burning in the fireplace just a few feet from him.

He closed his eyes and blinked a few times, moving his gaze back down to the table in front of him.

“Sammy cried. But I didn’t. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I had to be strong for him. Sammy hardly remembers ‘em now he says. I guess he’s lucky in that way. I remember it all like it was yesterday.”

His voice cracked just a little as he spoke and he fought back tears before regaining his composure and continuing.

“But when it was over, and there was nothin’ left, we walked. I walked with Sam all the way from Texas to Tennessee, beggin’ for money and food along the way, hearin’ people talk about a city called Nashville. So we headed for it. Took a while. The winters were brutal and the summers were like a kiss from the Devil himself. But eventually, I got a little older, stopped begging and started picking up jobs, workin’ here and there to get a little money. Lived in Louisiana for a little, then eventually moved up to Mississippi, and then we ended up here. Learned how to tend land, take care of cattle, ya know- farm stuff. Sam would play with the rich school kids while I was workin’. They taught him how to read and write- Sammy’s smart. He’s good at buildin’ too- helped me build this here house we’re sittin’ in right now and he's helping me build that fence on your daddy's farm. Don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have him. He’s the only family I got. Ya know, you say you hate your family, but, you don’t know just how good you have it.”

It was silent for a minute. Jake kept his head down. You could tell he was thinking deeply.

“Jake, I’m sorry,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to cup his face. You didn’t know what else to say. There really was nothing you could say. You felt guilty. He had lived a hard life while you were given everything and still you were unappreciative. And even though there was pain deep in his heart, he was still the kindest, most loving person you’d ever met.

“S’alright,” he whispered, “Got ‘em in here,” he said as he placed his good hand on top of his chest, where his heart was.

He stood up, leaving you at the table as he walked over to his bed.

He pulled off his blood stained shirt and put on a clean one.

“But your parents,” he began as he threw his dirty shirt in a tin bucket, “They set you up to marry somebody and you don’t even like ‘em? Is that how they met too?”

“Unfortunately, yes. That’s how the world works, Jake,” you said as you began cleaning up the first aid kit and bloody fabric.

Now in a fresh shirt, he walked over to you and placed the bucket on the table and his good hand on the arm of the chair you were in, leaning forward and closing you in between him and the table.

“That’s not how the world works,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Alright then, how does the world work?” you asked, looking up at him like you were presenting him with a challenge.

“Well,” he began, “I don't know much about the whole world, but in my world, you meet somebody on your own, get to know ‘em a little, and then without realizing it, you come to find yourself…” his voice trailed off and picked up in a whisper, “falling in love with ‘em.”

He swallowed hard and you did the same. His eyes darted all over your face as he breathed softly through parted lips.

You both knew how you felt. It was just as Jake said. You were falling in love with one another. Better yet, already had fallen in love with each other.

“You ever been in love before, Jacob?” you asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Jake opened his mouth to speak but the sudden sounds of Rosie barking outside and the opening of the front door made both your heads turn quickly to see the tall, skinny man with the braids standing in the doorway, looking surprised.

Sammy.

Quickly, you both stood up and you picked up the tin bucket to hand it to Jake.

“Just, um, let it soak in cold water for a day or two and then wash it well with soap,” you instructed him, trying to cover up how flustered you were feeling.

“I will,” Jake replied shyly before introducing you to Sammy who seemed to know exactly who you were.

Sammy was sweet as could be and a lot less serious than Jake. He had the same subtle twang in his voice as Jake but his voice was a little louder, and sounded just a bit more youthful too, playful even. But just like Jake, he was a gentleman.

They exchanged looks and Sammy quickly saw himself out the front door to give the two of you privacy.

“I suppose I better head home,” you said quietly once Sammy closed the door behind him.

“You know your way back? I would take you but I don’t want to cause you any trouble,” Jake replied, remembering what happened the last time he took you home.

Replying with a smile and a nod, you lifted your chin to kiss him.

He placed his lips on yours and gave you a gentle kiss. There was something about this kiss that was different from all the others. It was softer and sweeter than ever. It was almost as if it had love laced in it.

“Goodnight, Darlin.’ I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Jake whispered as he kissed the top of your head and opened the front door for you.

As you walked down the steps of the front porch, the sound of Sam’s sweet voice caught your attention.

You turned to see him sitting in a wooden rocking chair with Rosie at his feet.

“Take Rose with ya. She’ll keep you safe and she knows her way back,” he said as he lit up a pipe with a match.

You looked back at Jake who was leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly and nodding approvingly.

Sam lifted his chin to Rose and said “Get!”

Instantly, she got up and trotted down the stairs before you.

As the sun set, you walked home with Rose by your side. When you arrived back at your house, you gave her a kiss on the top of her head and sent her away and back home to Jake.

Author's Note: Again, sorry for the delay! I hope you enjoyed it and that little taste of cowboy Sammy! The next (and last) chapter will come sooner rather than later!

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i love the rollin and tumblin series, I hope the chapters never end😫🫶🏻

Thank you! A new one is 90% done and will be yours soon!

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Hi, I just read your Sun Still Shines fic, and I want to THANK YOU. I feel SO SO LUCKY that I stumbled upon this fic.

The past few days have been really difficult for me, and the sh’tty situation has been going on for quite a while, often times I’m just walking back home and think I can just d1e now. I am away from my family, I haven’t been able to see them for almost 5 years, I struggled with ED and recently my body image is particularly bothering me, and school work is when sh’t hits the fan… sorry, TMI.

So you know… as the pathetic freak that I am, I tried to find comforting fics to read to dodge reality (even though I’ve got so many deadlines ahead) and upon reading your fic, especially the line “can you just love me”, I immediately tear up. I feel like, I haven’t been abled to be loved for so long and there’s no way for anybody to do that….but your fic somehow manages to ease the pain to some extent, every words feels so tender and soft, and I feel like being engulfed in a safe hug, and not to mention it really radiates Josh energy… like it seems like such a healthy relationship, they love and heal each other…it’s like the nicest ten minutes I’ve ever had for the past few days, thank you.

Sorry this is long and negative and obnoxious, but I just want to tell you that your writing have healing energy and you should be proud of it

I am speechless.

I don't even know where to start.

I got this ask a few weeks ago, opened it, read it, and started crying (which is big for me because I don't cry often). I couldn't even answer it because it was so hard to find the right words and I wanted to think about exactly the right thing to say because this person deserves it.

First, I'm sorry to hear life has been rough for you lately. I agree, when life gets busy, deep feelings of sadness can make everything feel overwhelming and like there's no solution or no end in sight. You're not a pathetic freak though (especially considering EYE am the one writing fantasies about Josh Kiszka lol). Everyone goes through this whether they post about it or speak it out loud or not, myself included. You're not the only one and you're not alone, even though it can definitely seem like it at times.

Second, I hope that as time has gone on since you originally sent this in, that life has eased up a little and been brighter for you. If it hasn't yet, it is bound to soon and I'm here if you need anything or anyone! (I'll answer quicker next time I promise lol).

Third, thank you so much for the compliments on the fic. I think your ask was the best one I've ever gotten and no one will be able to top it. Sometimes I feel like the thought and work I put into my fics is pointless because they aren't well known or "hits" in the fandom. Smut is always going to do well but since a large part of my stuff isn't smut, I feel underappreciated and overlooked constantly. But just reading your ask made me feel so good about myself and my work. Your ask made me think that it is worth it to keep writing despite the number of notes or despite if people talk about the fic or not. It is really amazing to know that something I created can have such a positive impact on someone and help them. I think a lot of us in this fandom feel comfort from Josh whether we know him or not and I'm just glad I could bring that comfort out in form of a fic. It's nice to know that I could bring that comfort to someone and it's really all because of Josh and how he is.

So again, thank you thank you thank you. I would love to hear how things have been going in your life since you originally sent this in if you want to share. Sending you lots of love. MWAH!

-E ♥

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 7 months

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Next time you buy a book, from a bookstore or online, remember you’re paying for it, whether you enjoy it or not.

Next time you read fanfic, remember you’re viewing it for free. You will likely enjoy it more than the book you’ve purchased, yet you won’t rave about it to family and friends because it’s not as accepted as discussing the New York Times best seller everyone else read.

So that author receives your cash and word of mouth but the fanfic writer you follow just sits around and waits for you to like, read quietly, then unlike without a comment, critique etc. And that’s understandable. Fanfic is widely available. But that fanfic writer is waiting, just like the best selling author, to know if you liked it without the option of compensation, a follow up book offer or the adulation.

Be kind. Offer your fanfic writer 30 seconds to squeal or be constructive and fair. It’s worth more than the cash the best selling author receives and I guarantee you, the fanfic writer will be a bigger fan of yours than the best selling author ever could.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 7 months

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Rollin' and Tumblin' Chapter 3

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ Chapter 3

Masterpost

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Warnings: Thoughts of dying/death, female masturbation, touching, fingering.

Word Count: 4.2k

It rained that spring for weeks, leaving you inside and away from Jake for a while. By the time the rain finally stopped, it was mid June and Jake had a lot of work to do. He had to undo the damage the rain caused, so he was incredibly busy.

From the library window above, you watched Jake. He worked tirelessly each day with the other men on the farm. Jake was first in command under your father. He followed his orders, went over plans with him, and instructed the other men on what to do and how to do it. Just by watching him you could tell he had experience with this kind of work. Like he’d been doing it his whole life.

Jake concentrated hard on the job but every now and again, he’d catch you in the window and when no one was looking, he’d smile up at you for a second or two before returning to work.

But those smiles every now and again weren’t nearly enough. The desire to see him again and to kiss him again was burning within you. And that wasn’t even what was burning inside you the most. For the first time in your life, you felt feelings of lust and passion. At night, you began exploring your body on your own, discovering things that made you feel a way you had never felt before and seeing how far you could take them.

You imagined the hands roaming your body were Jake’s instead of your own.

You wished the things you were doing to yourself could be done by him.

You prayed to God to forgive you for what you’d just done but to also give you a chance to have Jake do it to you.

You needed to see him and kiss him. You needed to feel him. But most of all you needed him to feel you.

Finally, one day, after all the imaging, wishing, and praying- your chance to make your thoughts a reality arrived.

It was the hottest day of the year so far, the Tennessee sun was high in the cloudless sky, burning down on the world below. The April rain and the May sun brought some much needed color to the world. By June, the grass had sprung to life with a vibrant shade of green, flowers of every color had bloomed, and leaves covered every tree, filling the air with a fresh scent.

All the windows in your house were open but the only place that provided slight relief from the heat was the swing underneath the maple tree in your backyard. It was shaded and every now and again, a breeze would swing by, cooling you down. Not to mention, it placed you near Jake, allowing you to exchange looks and smiles much closer than you would have if you were inside the house.

As usual, you and Jake exchanged smiles but this time he would test the boundaries, walking close to the swing every now and then, hiding a smile, and acting as if he barely knew you.

That day, you wore a pale yellow dress, your favorite by far. It had short sleeves, lace detailing, and it was pretty lightweight compared to all your other dresses, which was quite necessary considering how hot it was. Not to mention, the lack of corset felt incredibly freeing.

With an embroidery frame in your lap, you sewed and hummed mindlessly to yourself when the sound of your Jake’s voice calling out broke through the air and caught your attention.

“Alright, boys, Boss’ orders- go on home now, it’s too hot to be workin’ like this!” he called out to the men on the farm as you turned to see your father walking back toward your house.

The sun in the sky was off to the west just a bit, it was only the early afternoon. There was plenty of time left in the work day and despite the heat, you were surprised to see your father put an end to the day so soon when there was still heapings of work to be done.

Regardless, Father headed inside and shortly after, one by one, each worker began heading out. All but one.

Jake was stalling around the barn and on the fields on purpose, inspecting crops and tinkering with tools in the most unnecessary of ways. All of which made you giggle and Jake knew it.

After some time, everyone was completely gone and Jake began to approach you. As he walked up the dirt path from the fields, he peered over his shoulders and looked past you to your house to make sure no one was around and no one was watching.

You could feel your heart racing and those butterflies fluttering around in your stomach once more as he got closer.

Your eyes scanned his body up and down. He had on his usual jeans and boots, and the shirt he wore was unbuttoned most of the way down. However the work day left him soaking in sweat and with dirt of all sorts covering his clothes and face.

“It’s hot,” he said, wincing, into the sunlight.

He kept a serious face and a casual tone.

“Yes, it is,” you replied just as casually.

Both of you knew you had to be particularly careful being so close to your house. However, you were facing the empty fields with your back to your home. No one but him could see your face and you were thankful for that because you couldn’t help but smile at him.

In fact, it seemed that you had the same effect on him. His straight face started to break and he lowered his head to hide it under the brim of his hat. Quickly, he regained his composure and brought his head back up, revealing a serious face again.

“You wanna come cool off with me?” he asked quietly as his eyes moved from your face to your house behind you.

You gave him the tiniest nod as a reply.

He kept his eyes fixated on your home as he spoke, scanning each open window and not making eye contact with you. His voice dropped to just barely above a whisper as he spoke again.

“Meet me behind the barn in a few minutes. I got an idea."

He tipped the brim of his hat politely and walked away, as if he was just another one of your father’s employees, having a nice and friendly conversation with you.

You watched him walk away and back down to the barn. Just as he instructed, you waited a few minutes. You gave him time to put on the appearance of leaving for the day just as all the other men did.

After some time, you rested your embroidery in the grass by the trunk of the tree, gave your house one last look behind you, and headed for the barn to meet Jake.

As you rounded the back corner of the barn, you saw Jake leaning against the wooden wall.

“Excuse me, Sir. Are you waiting for someone?” you asked sweetly in your most flirtatious voice.

At the sound of your voice, he turned his head and flashed you a full smile, the first smile you’d seen from him in weeks that wasn’t in secret or from afar.

A quiet laugh left his mouth and he took a few steps to meet you.

“As a matter of fact, I am. Been waitin’ for a few weeks now,” he replied slyly.

You began walking closer to him and he held his hands out, revealing the wet patches on his shirt and the dirt that covered his hands.

“I’m all sweaty, Darlin,’” he warned.

“I don’t care,” you said, smiling.

Jake grinned and extended an arm out to pull you in by the waist. Your stomach pressed up against his and your face were mere inches from each other, his just a bit higher than yours.

His smile lit up his face, turning his eyes into two little crescent moons. His teeth gleamed bright like snowy mountain tops. Under layers or dirt and sweat was tan, glowing skin with a light shade of pink covering each cheek.

Jake leaned down to kiss you softly and it was like the first time all over again. The feeling of his soft, warm lips on yours lit you up from the inside out. Butterflies flew from your stomach, up to your chest, and manifested themselves into a smile which broke the kiss.

“Missed you,” he whispered.

“Missed you too,”

“Would it be alright if I steal you away again?”

“It would be a pleasure,” you replied sweetly.

“Good, cause I know the perfect spot for today,” he stated.

Jake broke away from you and unhitched Whiskey from a wooden post. He helped you get on her back and he followed behind, giving her a gentle kick to put her in motion.

Whiskey led you down a path in a forest and along the bank of the river. She came to a halt once you reached the reservoir area. It was full and overflowing from all the rain. A waterfall cascaded down a mountain of rocks overhead. The sun shone through the mist of the water, displaying a rainbow of colors in the air. You had never seen anything like it. It was breathtaking.

Jake got down from Whiskey and then helped you down. He pulled some carrots out of a bag that hung off her saddle, placed them on the ground for her, and grabbed your hand to lead you to the water.

You watched him as he stripped himself of his shirt, shoes, and pants, throwing them in a pile near a few rocks and leaving him in nothing but a pair of long cotton underpants. You followed his lead, removing your shoes, dress, petticoat, leaving you in just a pair of short bloomers and a camisole.

Your eyes wandered his half naked body hungrily. The muscles in his back and stomach were modestly toned, forming perfect dips and ridges which began on his chest and continued all the way down to the waistline of his underpants.

He didn’t look like what you’d imagined in your mind behind your closed bedroom door at night. He looked better.

Jake held out his hand to you and you took it, letting out a breathy laugh and following him out into the water on a path of boulders.

He walked backwards, holding your hands in his so you could keep your balance on the slippery rocks.

When you walked out to the last rock in the bunch, the mist from the falls began cooling you off by slightly wetting your hair and what was left of your clothes.

In a flash, Jake let go of your hand and threw himself into the river with a “Wooh,” leaving behind only a splash when his body hit the water, which quickly faded into the darkness of the river.

A few seconds later, his head was exposed to the air once more when it reached the surface. He pushed his now wet hair out of his face and wiped his eyes. The sweat and dirt that once covered his body had been washed away by the river water, leaving him clean and practically sparkling in the sunlight.

“Come on in, Darlin’! S’nice!” he called over the roaring sound of the falls as he dove back under the water.

“Jake I can't!” you yelled back.

“Whaddya mean you can't? The jump ain't that bad! It’s just water! In this heat you’ll be dry in no time!”

Jake thought you were worried about getting completely wet and thus potentially getting caught upon your arrival back home. And though that was a partial part of the reason you were hesitant to jump, there was something else.

So you stood there, shaking your head at him and biting your bottom lip.

“Come on! What are you so afraid of?” he laughed as he swam around and went under for a moment again to get his hair out of his face once more.

“Jake, I-, I can’t…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to swim!” he shouted over the sound of the rapids and the water crashing onto the rocks.

There was no use replying. He already knew the answer.

He swam closer to the rock you were standing on, extended one arm out of you, and kicked around his feet while he spoke.

“Jump! I’ll catch ya, I promise!”

You looked down into the water. It was deep and dark. The current was pushing Jake around slightly and he had to keep his legs moving underwater to stay in one place. Below you, waves crashed harshly into the rocks you were standing on, causing the water to turn into white rapids and splash up onto your feet upon the impact.

For a split second, the thought of death crossed your mind. You figured drowning here would be a nice escape from your mundane life and your inevitable future. Not to mention, dying with Jake by your side at 23 years of age sounded a lot better than living in your own personal hell and dying at an old age next to a man you were forced to marry.

Honestly, the thought was so horrific that before you could even finish it, you jumped.

The coldness of the river chilled you from the inside out the moment you hit the water. Your undergarments soaked up the water, adding extra weight to your body. Being completely surrounded in the dark water with your eyes closed made you feel completely lost, out of your own control, and God knows how far away from Jake. This was it. You were going to die. You were sure of it.

Once your head broke the surface, you opened your eyes and gasped for air. You weren’t dead but you sure were in heaven. Jake’s face was not even an inch from yours, his hands were wrapped around your waist, and you could hear him talking to you.

“Hey, hey,” he spoke with a jagged breath as he struggled to hold onto you and keep you afloat, “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. But I need you to kick for me. Come on Darlin,’ kick your legs.”

You nodded and did as he said as you breathed hard and spit out the water that had entered your mouth. He had a tight grip on you and you could feel the pads of his fingertips pressing into your skin more than anything ever had before. You crossed your hands around the back of his neck and tangled your fingers into his wet and already knotted hair.

He stared intently into your eyes and you did the same to him, concentrating on your breathing and movements in the water.

As both of your breathing slowed down, you felt Jake loosen his grip on you and pushed you back just a bit off of him, making you swim on your own.

“Jake, no,” you breathed out, gripping his forearm.

“Don’t panic now. Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of, you got it,” he reassured you, “move your arms in little circles like me, look.”

He let go of you, showed you how to move your arms, and then grabbed you again once he saw you starting to go back down deeper.

He kept you a float with just one hand holding you up, and slowly, he started to remove that hand from your waist as he saw you able to fend for yourself.

“There you go, that’s it, see?”

“I’m doing it,” you said breathlessly, smiling at him proudly.

You kicked your legs and flapped your arms so hard that you had moved yourself to a shallower spot and before you knew it, you felt the earth under your feet and stood up.

The water came just up to you just below your chest and up to Jake’s waist.

You let out sigh of relief now that you could relax a little.

“There, now you know how to swim,” he said with a charming smile.

You giggled at him and he smiled again. This time, time seemed to have frozen as you caught sight of his smile. It was that same full toothed smile that you absolutely adored with those two soft lips that perfectly fit on top of yours. You stared at them for a moment.

The desperate desire for Jake within you burned more with every passing second and came to a peak right there. So much so that in seconds, your lips met his with a crash.

Jake’s hands found your waist again, digging into your body just as they did when he was keeping you afloat. Your hands found his neck again, only this time, you reached your hand up to grab the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck and gripped them tightly, tugging at them just a bit.

He kissed you over and over, each time, deepening his kisses.

The hands that were once holding your waist tightly were now back in the water. Jake reached down and grabbed the back of your legs just where the hem of your bloomers would normally rest and pulled one of your thighs over his hip.

“Touch me, Jake,” you whispered into his mouth in between kisses.

Just as you said, he kept one hand on your thigh, but the other, which was once holding your waist, snaked up your ribcage to cup and massage your breast gently.

His hands were big, rough, and warm in contrast to the cool water.

A sigh of pleasure escaped your lungs at the sensation of his touch.

His lips detached from your mouth and began working just below your ear. His lips and his tongue in comparison to the water were like fire and ice.

The hand that was once cupping your breast snuck down between your bodies, past the waistband of your shorts, and rested right over where you had been wanting him the most.

“Please,” you desperately begged in a whisper.

Once he got your approval, you felt the warmness of his fingers slowly ease inside of you.

With his mouth still on your neck, you felt the corners of his lips turn up into a smile, “Like velvet,” he whispered.

You threw your head back at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck and his fingers inside you as he began pumping them in and out of you slowly, curving them slightly.

That familiar feeling was building up inside you. You’d felt it many times the past few weeks. The only difference being this time, instead of the pleasure coming from your hand, it was coming from Jake’s. And thank God it was.

He picked up some speed and pressure and with just one press of the pad of his thumb to that one spot, that one particular little spot you'd played around with the most- it hit you.

An intense wave of pleasure washed over you instantly. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth to release the whimpers and moans that you had been choking down and fighting back in your bedroom for the past month and a half. You held onto the feeling for as long as you could and Jake did what he could to help prolong it. But after what felt like just a few seconds, the feeling slowly faded away and Jake slowed down the movements of his hand and fingers, leaving you breathless.

You opened your eyes again as both of Jake’s hands returned to your waist underwater. He lowered your leg off his hip so you were standing on two feet now.

He pushed your hair over your shoulder and held onto the sides of your face gently.

The two of you stood there for a bit, just looking into each others eyes in amazement when Jake broke first and started to giggle.

You reciprocated his laughter and gave him a soft kiss, mostly kissing his teeth.

He broke away from you and whispered, “Come on,” as he threw himself back into the water and began swimming again.

You spent the next few hours with Jake in the river. The two of you continued swimming and eventually ventured out of the deeper areas and into the shallow areas. Holding hands, you walked through it, splashing through schools of minnows and stopping on the bank to watch a mother duck care for her babies.

The sun started lowering itself behind the trees and you both began shivering as the heat from the sun had become hidden behind the trees, reminding you that it had been some time and it was getting late. You had to be home soon. William was set to arrive to pick you up to have dinner with his family shortly.

The trek back to where you started was quite long. Jake led you back past the waterfall, over the rocks, and back to where Whiskey was waiting patiently in the grass next to a pile of both of your disregarded clothing.

The two of you removed your wet clothing and put your dry ones back on, hiding the fact that you were trying to catch glimpses of each other’s bodies sneakily. Jake of course, stayed respectful and truly looked away as you got dressed. You however, didn’t and Jake smiled and shook his head as he took his wet underpants off and put his dry jeans on.

Jake shoved his wet underpants into the satchel on Whiskey’s saddle and held his hand out to you for you to hand him yours.

You fought back an embarrassed smile as he took them and you watched him do the same as he gently placed yours on top of his in the bag and fastened the buckle of the front flap.

With both your hair still wet, you rode back home on Whiskey. Jake sat in front and guided her while you sat behind him with your hands wrapped around his stomach and your chin resting over his shoulder, giving the side of his head little kisses every now and again.

Back behind the barn, you got off Whiskey to bid Jake goodbye.

He held you close and kissed your forehead before pulling back.

His eyes didn’t have the same sparkle they had earlier in the day. There was a slight hint of sadness in them as it came time to part ways, unsure when you’d see each other again.

“Why can’t I have you?” you whispered longingly as you reached a hand up to comb his hair out of his face.

Jake shrugged and shook his head as if he didn’t have an answer to your question, even though he did. You both did.

The truth was, you were from different worlds. Your world was full of lavish houses, clothing, jewelry, and parties. His world was full of… nothing.

You hung your head and fought back tears.

Jake lifted your chin with his knuckle and looked deep into your eyes.

“You do have me. I’m right here. I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he reassured you.

You nodded wordlessly and gave him the tiniest smile.

He was right. You did have him. For now anyway.

After a few more kisses, you bid Jake goodnight and headed back for your house.

Surprisingly, you made it back inside unseen and were just on your way to the stairs when the sight of your fiancé in the entryway made you freeze.

The look of shock took over his face when he saw you in dirty, wrinkled clothing with wet, tangled hair. You smiled politely at him and before he could question your appearance, you spoke.

“I just need a moment. I’ll be down shortly,” you said in your most polite voice, flashing him a fake smile.

He nodded at you and kept the conversation going as you walked by him and up the steps.

“I’m delighted for you to meet my family tonight. My mother is quite excited,” he said.

You held onto the railing and walked backward up the steps as he spoke to you.

“Yes, I too am looking forward to it,” you lied as your eyes left his gaze to travel to the window where you caught sight of Jake with his hair dripping wet down his back, leaving through the dirt path on Whiskey.

William quickly turned his head to look out the window behind him to see what you were looking at where he caught sight of exactly what you did not want him or anyone else to see.

His head whipped back and forth from you, to Jake, and finally back to you again.

Instantly, you felt your fake smile drop.

He knew.

The Adam’s apple on his skinny neck bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard and in a blink of an eye, his polite demeanor changed into something much more demanding and stricter.

“Well you better get ready then. We will be leaving in fifteen minutes and I will not have you looking like… that,” he said with the utmost disgusted look on his face and a sting of anger lingering in his voice, making you feel smaller than ever.

All you could do was nod obediently and head to your bedroom where you would get ready for a night of agony.

Upon entering, your heart began racing as you took sight of the dress Katherine had chosen for you that night and laid out perfectly on your bed.

Velvet.

Instantly, Jake’s words from earlier played in your head and you sucked in an involuntary gasp.

You hadn’t even left yet and already, you began counting down the hours until you’d be back home and in your bed, thinking about Jake while you did to yourself what he had done to you that afternoon.

Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long! I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you for being patient! (Cowboy Sam is coming up in the next chapter so stay tuned!)

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