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[holybananafuck]

Watermelon Sugar/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2607

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ kissing, oral sex (f receiving), spanking (if you squint), fingering, begging, hair pulling, hickies, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls!), breeding

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“C’mon, love, time to wake up.” Sam runs his hand up and down your side, bringing his lips to kiss the shell of your ear. His fingers slid under your shirt on his second pass up your side, the gentle pads sinking into the soft skin of your belly.

“Mm, can’t we just stay here?” You whisper and nudge your hips back hoping you could sway his decision.

“Y/n, baby… I mean, we could but I already paid for the pass.”

“Ten more minutes.” You’re not asking, more so telling. Did you really have to leave now, anyways? He had you pack your bags two days ago… and he had put them in the car as soon as they were zipped. All there was left was the drive.

“Ten more.” He repeats in solidarity, his hand laying flat on your tummy. You can feel the beginning outline of morning wood against your ass, if there was one thing to keep you in bed, it was this. You nudge your ass back against his groin, placing your hand over his and pressing his palm harder against your skin.

“Maybe twenty?” You ask this time, trying to sweeten the deal.

“Uh-uh, I know what you’re trying to do. We’re going.” Sam backs his hips away from you, turning to lay on his back.

“What am I trying to do?” You turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watch him think of his next words.

“Trying to seduce me, woman!” He moves his hand down to adjust himself in his boxers, bringing his arm back up to rest behind his head. You sit up and straddle his legs, placing your hands on his chest and dragging them across his bare skin. You give him the sweetest eyes you can as you slowly lower your chest to be resting against his. You pepper kisses across his chest before resting your cheek over his heart, listening to the beat it drums. His hands come over your body to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to his chest than you thought was possible. He was getting harder beneath your weight from no efforts of your own, his fingers tracing along your spine.

“Mm, Sammy,” You whined as the sensation from his fingers urged your body to shiver in response. In turn, that meant grinding deeper onto his clothed cock. “Fifteen minutes left should be enough, right?”

“Nowhere near enough time for what I wanna do to you.” He admitted shamelessly, a side of him you wished he'd show more. You lift your head up again to continue kissing his chest, going until your lips reach his nipple. You look up at him through hooded eyes before drawing your tongue towards his nipple and flicking it, the combination of spit and air causing it to pebble. Sam moans followed by an audible swallow.

“How about now?” You teased before continuing to kiss his chest, trailing up to his neck.

“I can do it better, y’know.”

“What?”

“I can flick my tongue better.” He finally moves his hands from your back to resting at the waistband of your panties. “Want me to remind you?”

All you offer is a nod and a short mhm and before you know it he’s inching you up his body until your center is lined up with his mouth. He brushes his fingers over your clothed clit before tucking them into part of fabric that meets the junction of your thigh and center. Pulling them to the side, he blows a stream of cool air against your exposed skin.

“So wet, sweet girl.” He didn’t even give you a second to register or respond to his words before his hands were planted on your hips, pushing you down onto his tongue as he lapped at your clit. His fingers dug deep into the supple skin of your ass as you rode out your orgasm, coating his face in your slick. Even after finishing, he licked between your folds until there was nothing left before ushering your legs from around his head.

“My turn now?” You asked, running your hands down his chest, stopping at the band of his boxers.

“Uh-uh, gotta go.” He sits up and kisses you softly before getting out of bed, tossing you a pair of shorts and one of his shirts from high school.

~🍉~

“I think there’s an extra piece…” You say as you struggle to push the pieces together to the tent. Years of Girl Scouts have evidently failed you as your tent looked more like a pile of polyester and metal poles than, well, a tent. You wonder how he always manages to talk you into outdoor activities. The heat was nauseating to say the least, and you were never successful in your attempts to set up the tent or start fires. But it always makes you feel bad when sets everything up by himself.

“Babe, there probably shouldn’t be extra pieces.” Sam drops your shared duffle bag against the hefty trunk of a nearby tree before making his way towards you.

“Okay, well I’m telling you- there is.” Unlike the pieces you were attempting to put together, you snapped. You watch between your legs and see Sam’s feet approaching you from behind. It’s only a matter of seconds before his large palms find purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles across your lower back.

“Woah, woah, woah. Deep breath, it’s okay. Do you want me to get it?” He almost doesn’t give you a choice as he uses his hands to help you stand up. Your backside rubs against his groin as he slowly brings you upright.

“I just wanna help! You always do everything a-and I just wanna… Ugh.” You frown as you turn around to face him. Sam wraps his arms around your shoulders and you press your forehead to his bare chest.

“Breathe, honey girl, you can still help. Do you wanna set up the hammock? You always pick the best spot,” He pulls away to look you in the eyes, bringing one hand to rest against your cheek.

“Okay, I can do that.” You nod your head yes and place your flat palm against the heated skin of his chest. Sam cups your chin and brings you in for a kiss, pulling away for a second before pecking your lips again.

“Hammock’s over there.” He points next to the duffel bag to a smaller striped bag. You turn to walk away, leaving Sam with whatever you had going on regarding the tent, if you could call it that. As soon as you pass him, he reaches back to smack your ass.

“Go team!”

“Saaaam!” You whine, rubbing your hand over your skin to soothe the sensation.

~🍉~

Finding the perfect spot for the hammock was no issue for you, in fact it was the one thing you felt confident in during these ventures. Sam hums a tune you don’t recognize, probably something off their newest project. You smile and slide the rope through the hoop at the end of the hammock, wrapping the rope around the trunk of the tree, and delicately twisting and tying each knot, repeating the process on both sides until the hammock is safely secured between your trees of choice. Embarrassingly enough, Sam still managed to fix the entire tent before you finished hanging the hammock. In your defense, most of the hard work had been done.

“That part was in fact not extra, by the way.” Sam states while walking towards you. “How’s hammocking going?”

“Good, I think it’s ready.” You rub your hands down your shirt and turn on your heels to face Sam.

“Wanna try it out?” He motions his hand towards the hanging fabric. You stand in front of it and gently position yourself in the middle, sitting on the hammock before throwing your legs up into the nest of cloth.

“It’s perfect!” You ring out into the woods.

“Room for one more, you think?” Sam asks as he makes his way over, following suit. To your surprise he successfully found his way nestled in next to you without any casualties. In a matter of moments, your legs find themselves thrown over his, your arms wrapped around his torso and face buried into his chest. He hums at the contact, bringing his hand to rest on your side, the other under your head allowing you to rest on his forearm.

“You did a good job, I’m proud of you.” He mumbles into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you, Sammy. And thanks for fixing the tent.”

“Anything for you.”

You nuzzle deeper into his side, bringing your leg up further, in turn drawing his hand lower on your waist until his palm rests against your ass. You’re reminded again how his playful tap felt in the presence of his gentle touch. You subconsciously arch your back, pushing your ass into his hand more firmly than he was allowing himself.

“I’m sorry, is there something I can do for you?” He asks as he squeezes your supple skin with his calloused fingertips before gently kneading the flesh.

“Just thinking about that smack from earlier,”

“Yeah? Did it encourage you to be a team player?” Sam drags his fingers under the hemline of your shorts until they meet the lacey edge of your panties. “Hm, think you’re ready for your prize then?” Sam’s fingers inch under your panties, grazing against your clothed bud.

“Please?” You nudge your hips forward, trying to guide his fingers where you wanted them most. Like a magnet, his fingers are drawn to your center.

“Careful, don’t wanna fall out.” Sam guides two fingers through your folds, gathering your slick on them. You lift your leg to grant him access to wherever he pleases. He slowly works his fingers up until his fingertips dance along your sensitive bud, causing more arousal to drip from your core.

“Sam…”

His free hand finds shelter upon your neck, urging your lips to meet his. He shifts his body gently enough so the hammock doesn’t tip, allowing you easier access to his chest. His lips never leave yours, instead working to become one as he licks into your mouth. His hand goes lower, lower, lower down your pants until his fingers are tapping against your entrance. You moan into his mouth at the sensation and with that Sam pushes his two digits into your aching core. You bring your hands up to undo the buttons on his shirt, exposing the rest of his torso to you. His fingers slowly fuck into you as he pulls his face away from yours, maneuvering his hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ears.

“There’s my girl.” He whispers into the space between your faces. Your brows furrow in pleasure, compliments to the pads of his fingers against your g-spot and the name he paid you.

“Sammy, please?” You whine, throwing your head back from the stimulation, the slight breeze cooling the sweat coating your exposed throat. Sam drops his head just enough to allow himself access to your neck, dragging his tongue from the hollow of your throat up to your jawline.

“Please what, pretty baby?”

“Need you… in… me…” Your words come out between hitched breaths, nearly unable to be mumbled at all through waves of your pleasure. Sam slowly pulls his fingers out of you and starts to push your shorts down. You help slip them off while you make work of palming his length through his shorts. The more your palm strokes his clothed length, the harder he becomes, the tip of his dick threatening to grow past the inseams of his tiny blue shorts.

Your fingers brush over the zipper, your nimble fingers quick to undo it, hand slipping past his waistband. He whines at the skin to skin contact as you run your thumb over the head of his aching cock. You let go long enough to tug at the waistband of his boxers until his cock springs loose from the restraints of the fabric. Sam hitches your leg over his thigh once again before bringing his hand down to stroke his length. His other hand is still perched against your neck, the sweat pooling in his palm. His fingers grab at tufts of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back to look at him as he drags the head of cock over your soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” He huffs as he uses the tip of his dick to push your panties aside, running himself through your velvety folds. Sam rests himself at your entrance, tugging your head back further to watch your eyes screw shut as he slowly pushes into you, drawing a hiss from your lips.

“F-faster…”

“Can’t, we’ll fall. Gotta go slow.” He whispers as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, each time feeling slower than the last. Your head falls forward and you press a series of open mouth kisses across Sam’s chest. In some spots your mouth lingers, sucking and nipping at his heated skin until red marks eventually fade to purple. Sam brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive bud. Your orgasm starts to build, rolling through your body like distant thunder. The feeling starts in your throat, working down until every inch of you is rumbling with anticipation. He slowly moves his hips, pumping his length as deep into your pussy that your body allows. The dusting of hair around his base can still be felt past the barrier of his thumb and it drives you insane. Sam attaches his lips back to your throat and sucks bright pink marks into your skin. You bring your arms between your bodies, digging your nails into Sam’s chest over the series of love marks you left trailed across his chest. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, quickening his circular motions.

“Just like that… Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” His hips find a faster pace, surprisingly one that doesn’t tip the hammock over and end you both up naked on the forest floor. His words push you over the edge, your nails dig deeper into the skin of his chest as your thunderous orgasm finally takes storm. Your once relatively stable breathing turns into uncontrollably whining and whimpering against his neck. “Yeah… you look so pretty when you cum on my cock. Fuck..” Sam follows swiftly behind, his hips stuttering as ropes of his warm release coat your insides. The dominant brunette is quick to succumb to his own desires. His movements come to a halt as he brings his lips to yours again. He kisses you and holds you like an anchor in the storm, as if you’re the only thing tying him down to this earth. After you both come down from your orgasms, Sam finally pulls out, running his fingers between your folds once again. He collects your combined arousal on his fingers, bringing them between your lips and his. You watch as he laps at his digits, tasting your combination.

“Tastes sweet, like strawberries, wanna try?” He hums around his digits waiting for a response. You nod and he brings his hand down again to collect more, patiently waiting as he brings his fingers to your lips and pushes them past the plump, pink skin. You drag your tongue between his fingers, cleaning every drop of your mixed release from between his fingers.

“Perfect spot for the hammock.”

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[sacredjake]

Teach Me

pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: drinking, cussing. not much this chapter. let me know if i missed anything!

here we are! part one of Teach Me, my first series!! huge thank you to @malany-gvf as always for reading through this and letting me bounce ideas off of her, i love you lots <3. i hope y’all enjoy this :))

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This was it, your last year of undergrad. You have been majoring in Plant Biology at the University of Michigan for the last three years, and tomorrow was the start of your last year. You’ve been enjoying college, but you couldn’t wait to be done with school and actually move on to your desired career field.

Seeing as this was your last year, all students in the major were required to pick an elective with a lab. When you looked over the list before meeting with your advisor you knew immediately which elective you wanted to take.

Forest Ecosystems.

While you already knew about this course from your brother, Sebastian, who was the teaching assistant for the professor who oversaw the class, it jumped out at you because it encapsulated more than just plants. Plants were your main focus, but you were always looking to expand your knowledge. You also took this specific class with Professor Buckley because you had loose connections with the grad student who taught the lab. His older twin brothers were good friends with your brother, and although you never met him, you knew of him. He generally hung around with the twins and Sebastian, and from what you had heard, he was a good guy. Of course you were hoping that maybe in taking his class it would be an easier grade to make, allowing your focus to be on your core subjects. But worrying about classes can start tomorrow.

Now was the time for drinking.

You were currently at one of the local bars in the small town your school resided in. Although it was a Sunday night, every bar on the strip was packed with students who were either hammered or getting there, and trying to enjoy their last night of full freedom. You and your three roommates were no different amongst your peers. Each of you had been fairly buzzed before even making the short walk from your house to the first stop of the night.

There was always a routine when the four of you went out to the bars. It was the same rotation of bars every time and it never changed. You would start the night at one of the bars that was fairly calm, but still had your ears feeling full by the time you left. By the end of the night you were on a dance floor, shoulder to shoulder with random people, jam packed tight like sardines in a can.

It was the point in the night where your group would visit the bar with the large outdoor space. This particular bar was always in the middle of the rotation just because it allowed everyone to breathe and actually talk. The music outside this bar was never particularly loud like the music at the other places. You could always have a moment here to drink water, along with whatever the poison of the night was, and enjoy conversations with your roommates.

“I’ll grab this round, meet y’all at the table?” You took your I.D. from the bouncer and walked further into the building, where your roommates stopped and waited for you.

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll take a tequila soda please!” Chloe always ordered tequila sodas from this bar in particular. She claimed you actually got ‘bang for your buck’ as they always over-poured. You knew better than that though. The bartender had a major crush on Chloe and always gave her a little extra.

“You know what I want, I’m gonna hit the can. I have to piss like a racehorse.” Sadie walked away before you could say anything else. She wasn’t wrong though, you did know what she wanted. Her drink of choice here was a Budweiser, but specifically the bottle. Sadie was a country girl through and through, and she had the accent as well as the ‘to hell with you’ attitude to match. She was a sweet girl, and one of your closest friends, but she was definitely a firecracker.

“I’ll take a vodka redbull and I’ll go grab the waters.” Macie, who you were closest with, spoke up beside you over the loud music. Her drink of choice always changed depending on her mood. Vodka redbull was her go-to when she was on the tail end of her buzz and needed a pick-me-up. To be fair she had driven back in today from her home state, so it was expected of her to be tired.

“Alright see y’all in a few.” With that you headed to the bar, Macie went to the end of the bar where the jug of water and stack of cups sat, and Chloe made her way outside to snag your table.

There were people everywhere. You almost couldn’t see the bar top, but this was to be expected. It was also the reason why only one of you would go to buy everyone’s drinks. Weaving your way in and out of people was much easier when there is only one of you, and usually people didn’t mind letting you cut if they just saw one person. Unfortunately for them they didn’t realize you were ordering more than two drinks until it was too late.

You began moving your body in and out of the swarm of people surrounding the bar. You were looking for people who weren’t paying much attention, and men. Men always had a soft spot for a single female struggling to make her way up to the bartender. And boy did you use it to your advantage.

Just as you always did, you found your target. A group of guys were standing around and chatting away while they waited at the bar. It was time to worm your way in there.

“Hi, excuse me, would it be alright if I stood next to you? I’ve been trying to get up here for ages, but I can’t get through!” You lied right through the pleading look on your face. Luckily for you, this group of guys were already well into their night of drinking.

“Oh yeah! Sure thing! Hey, Dustin, move the fuck down so the lady can get in here!” The guy slurred over to his friend. If he hadn’t been leaning up against the bar he definitely would’ve been swaying.

A moment later an opening appeared along the sticky, wooden top. You squeezed your body into the space and leaned your weight against it on your forearms.

“So what’re you drinking?” The man next you slurred out again, the smell of beer pungent on his breath. It took everything in you not to gag.

“Oh I’m not,” You smiled at him, pushing down the urge to vomit on his shoes due to the distillery wafting from his mouth, “I’m just grabbing my boyfriend another drink!”

Another lie. You were definitely single, but you didn’t want him to know that. The word ‘boyfriend’ usually made guys back off, especially at the bar.

The guy just muttered a ‘Damn’ under his breath and wished you a goodnight. You thanked him for the bar space and did the same. Returning your attention back to the bar, you waited for a bartender to meet your eye so you could order. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before a bartender wandered up to you and you placed your order.

“Lying isn’t always the best way to get what you want, ya know? It’s deceiving.” The voice of a man came from your left, and you turned your head to meet the man who spoke. You looked him over, struck by how beautiful he was.

“Well I think it turned out quite well in my favor. As for it being deceiving, isn’t that the whole point of a lie? Besides, how would you know I was lying?” Your lips pulled upwards into a crooked grin, amusement in your eyes.

He was fairly tall, about 5’10, with long chocolate brown hair pulled into a loose bun, and a thick, but short, goatee. His eyes were also brown, but were layered with different shades and they turned downwards in a way that almost made him look sad had he not been smiling.

“It indeed turned out well in your favor, it landed you next to me.” His eyebrows shot up in a playful way, his smile expanding. As you went to respond, the bartender placed the drinks you ordered in front of you along with your receipt and a pen. You grabbed the pen and signed the thin, and now wet, paper.

“And to answer your other question,” You turned back to him as he spoke and you set the pen on top of the receipt and slid it to the bartender, “Maybe you caught my eye the moment you walked in with your friends.”

You gathered the drinks in your hand as best you could and met his eyes once more. “Well then, allow me to catch your eye again as I walk away.”

You shot him a wink with a wide smile before walking outside to join your group. Just before you made it around the corner you glanced back at him. You were not surprised to find his eyes tracking you through the sea of bodies. He raised his beer to you and dipped his head down slightly, smirking before taking a sip. You nodded back to him, and disappeared around the corner.

When you made it to the table to join the rest of the girls, you didn’t bother mentioning the interaction. They would only force you to go back and talk to him, try and get his number or hook up with him for the night. Not that you were necessarily opposed to any of those, but tonight was solely about you and your girls. You wanted to keep it that way.

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The night finally came to an end at 2am in which every bar closed down on the strip. Sadie led the way out the door, fighting the crowd of people with your hand in hers. Macie was holding your left hand, and Chloe was holding Macie’s left hand at the back of the group. When the group had made it outside, you all started to walk in the direction of your house. It was about a fifteen minute walk, so instead of paying for an Uber the four of you always just walked to and from the bars.

On the walk back you thought about how you hadn’t seen the beautiful man from that one bar the rest of the night. You wondered if maybe that was the only one he went to, or maybe the two of you just never crossed paths again at the others. Pity. He was very attractive, and you kind of kicked yourself for not at least getting his number.

“I didn’t tell y’all this, but I met a guy tonight while I was buying our drinks at Murphy’s earlier.” You and Macie were still holding hands, your arms swinging back and forth between your bodies as you walked.

“Oh? Do tell.” Chloe, who was in front of you, turned around to face you, walking backwards. Sadie continued to walk straight ahead next to her, but chimed in as well.

“Ooooo yes, please share.”

“I walked up to a group of drunk guys and asked if I could stand next to them at the bar because I had been waiting forever, which of course was a lie. After they made room the guy I had talked to asked what I was drinking, and I lied and said I was grabbing my boyfriend another drink, and he left me alone.”

“That’s it?” Macie turned her head to look at you, your arms still swinging.

“No.” You laughed at her impatience, shaking your head slightly. You told them about your short conversation with the man and before any of you knew it, the four of you had arrived home. Sadie took out her keys and unlocked the door, leading the way inside.

“So was he cute?” Macie continued to follow you up the stairs to your room. You knew she would want more information.

“Yeah he was cute. He was also just very like… I don’t know, pretty?”

“Pretty?” She plopped down on your bed while you made your way into your bathroom for makeup wipes.

“Yeah. Like he was attractive of course, but I’ve never seen a man so beautiful.”

You took your makeup off and washed your face while you and Macie switched subjects and chatted about your schedules for tomorrow. Macie was an Animal Science major taking the pre-vet route meaning neither of you had any classes together, and between the two of you, her last year was busier than yours.

“My first class is at 10:30 and I’m out at 4 on Mondays, but Wednesdays I have a lab that goes until 6.” She was now standing in your doorway leaning up against the wooden frame as she caught you up on her class schedule.

“That’s not entirely awful. I go in at 10 on Mondays and Wednesdays and I’m done at 3. However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I go in at 9 for my elective course, but thankfully the lab is immediately after.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not half bad either.”

The two of you didn’t talk much longer, the clock nearing 3am. She bid you goodnight and shut your bedroom door while you rummaged through your drawers for comfier clothes to wear. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out.

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Your first day of classes went well which you expected. Of course every professor that day began their lessons after going over the syllabus, which you also expected. This was a commonality among professors once you started your junior year as they had ‘so much material to get through before the end of the year.’ You didn’t mind though. Getting right to course work helped put you in the mindset you needed to focus. Slacking off early was always your biggest challenge.

On Tuesday you made your way to your only class for the day. Forest Ecosystems, the elective you had chosen. While you did have a lab after the course you considered them to be one long class.

You knew of a few people in your class, but you generally weren’t one to make friends with your classmates per se. Sure you had worked on group projects and assignments with most of them by this point, but you never hung out with any of them outside of class. You were glad to see that one girl you’ve been partnered up with multiple times was in this class and you decided to take the empty seat next to her.

“Hey Jamie, I didn’t know you were taking this course. Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh y/n hey! Yeah go ahead, it's all yours. I figured it could be a fun one to take. I’m glad to see a familiar face here, at least I know who to partner with if we have a group project or something.”

You took the seat beside her and set your backpack on the floor underneath the table. While you waited for the class to start, you and Jamie talked about your classes this semester and plans for after graduation. The two of you were in deep conversation about internships and whatnot when the professor finally walked in to greet the class.

“Good morning everyone, glad to see most of you showed up.” Your head snapped to the front of the room at the sound of his voice. Even without the noise of loud music to accompany it you knew instantly who the voice belonged to. Your eyes landed on the beautiful man from the bar standing at the front of the small lecture room as he greeted the class.

“As many of you can probably tell, I am not Professor Buckley. She is currently on maternity leave as she had her baby just a few days ago, and unfortunately, you are stuck with me this semester.” He was energetic and smiling, just the way he had been at the bar that night.

“I am Sam Kiszka, Professor Buckley’s Grad Student, but you can call me Sam… or Mr. Kiszka, whichever you prefer. I’ll be teaching this course and the lab portion for the semester. Professor Buckley will be joining us at the end of the semester closer to finals.”

You were hung on his every word, his every move as if anything he did was the most interesting thing you had ever witnessed. His eyes hadn’t grazed across you sitting there just yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

“There is another professor who teaches this course, so if I am unavailable for whatever reason, or my office hours do not work with your schedule, please go see Dr. Rhone or his grad student, Sebastian. Their office hours, emails, and office locations are provided for you on the syllabus as are mine. Now,” He clapped his hands together as he walked around the desk in the center of the floor, “Attendance for this class is mandatory, yeah I know it sucks, I promise it wasn’t my decision, but it is something I have to do, so let’s move on to that.”

Sam began to read off the list of names, waiting for a response from each person before moving on. He made sure to take notice of each student when they responded, committing the name to memory. He made his way down the list until he called your name.

“Here.” You raised your hand slightly to better grab his attention. When his eyes found you, his smile grew just a fraction wider. He checked off your name, but paused before calling the next student.

“Y/n is it? Any relation to Dr. Rhone’s TA Sebastian?”

“Um yes, actually, he’s my brother.”

“You don’t say. Well glad to have you here, y/n.” He smiled softly at you, his eyes sparkling, and then continued to read off the list of names.

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The rest of class and the lab went on without a hitch. Except maybe that you couldn’t stop eye-fucking your professor. You spent most of the time daydreaming about him, unable to push the intruding thoughts from your mind. By the end of the lab you were itching to get the hell out there as everything Sam did drove you completely mad.

“Alright, that’s all for today guys, see you Thursday.” Sam concluded the class and tucked his papers away into their folders on his desk. You shoved your notebook and pen into your backpack as quickly as possible, needing to get far away from him.

“Y/n, come see me before you leave please.” His eyes flicked to you and watched as you hurried to pack up. Your heart rate started to pick up, fluttering furiously in your chest. While the other students made their way up the stairs to exit the room, you descended past them.

Sam was still compiling all of his notes and paperwork for the class when you approached his desk. He looked up at you, and then around the room to make sure everyone had left, leaning his weight on his hands that rested on top of the wooden desk.

“I wanted to clear the air with you before we continue on with the semester.” You nodded your head, showing him that he had your attention. “Had I known that you were Sebastian’s little sister or that you were going to be my student I would have never hit on you at the bar. This relationship must be strictly professional.”

You knew he was right. Nothing could ever happen between the two of you while he was your teacher. That didn’t make hearing it sting any less.

“I know, I understand.”

“Do you?” He gave you a questioning look, looking between your eyes, “Because the way you were undressing me with your eyes the entire class says otherwise.” A cocky smirk stretched onto his face as your cheeks flamed, heat creeping up your neck. While you were embarrassed that he noticed, you weren’t about to let him know.

“I was not undress-”

“Oh but you were, and while in any other situation I would’ve welcomed or even encouraged it, but it can’t continue to happen. Not only is it highly inappropriate for anything to occur between us, and it could cost me my job, but your brother would kill me,” He leaned forward leaving minimal distance between the two of you over the desk, “And when you look at me like that I can’t find either of those good enough reasons to not do something about it.”

Nothing could hide the shocked expression on your face. It was not shocking that he was attracted to you, you knew that from the bar, but it was shocking to you that he seemed to be struggling to hold himself back. It was shocking that you were the one testing his limits. And that was incredibly hot. You couldn’t deny the way his words had seeped warmth throughout your core.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, students began to trickle in for the next class. He stood up and cross his arms over his chest. It was your turn to wear a smirk as you waved your fingers at him in goodbye.

“See you Thursday, Mr. Kiszka.” His name rolled off your tongue dripping in sweet, yet smug, desire.

You didn’t turn around to look at him as you left, but instead made sure to swish your hips a little extra as you climbed the stairs.

Was trying to sleep with your professor something you should actively be trying to do? No definitely not, but you couldn’t ignore the way you wanted him. Maybe if you just got it out of your system once then you’d be able to focus clearly the rest of the semester.

Or you would just be hooked and need more of him.

There was only one way to find out, and you were up for a little challenge.

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[welightthefire]

Unexpected (coming soon)

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“Two people connected by the red thread of fate are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, distance, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch, but never break.”

Summary: Y/N is traveling the country solo in her dad’s old camper, never staying in one place too long, always ready for her next adventure. Jake is trying to make a name for the blues band he’s created with his brothers, playing various clubs around the country and continuously writing along the way. What will happen when two people who were once strangers become familiar faces on a wild journey of self-exploration amidst numerous unexpected encounters?

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[cosmickiszka]

Bubbles.

Josh Kiszka x Reader

WARNING: mention of nudity, alcohol ..

Heavily inspired by “Morning Song” written and sung by The Lumineers. Give it a listen while you read. ☀️

A/N: Hello! Happy Valentine’s Day! Consider this a gift from me to you. :) I apologize if the spacing is a little aggravating, I’m still learning to use this app. Also, this fic is the first I’ve ever posted to a public platform so I ask you to *please* be nice! Hope you enjoy! 💟

You take a deep breath, welcoming the cool air of the night to invade your lungs. Exhaling, it being momentarily preserved in a visible puff that lingers not far from your lips, just to fall and disappear behind you as your feet carry you up the familiar front steps and to the dark wooden door.

Fumbling with the items in your hands, you balance your belongings into one of your palms and use your empty one to scope the space of your pockets, searching for your keys. Amongst the empty candy wrappers and crumbled receipts from earlier on in the day, you come across the ridged metal buried underneath them. Smiling to yourself, you bring it out and up to the slot in which it fit perfectly, turning it to the side and pushing it in.

The house is dark as you step inside. Your shoulder presses up against the wall beside the entrance and flips the light switch like you’d done nights prior to this, using your heel to shut the door behind you. Almost immediately your eyes scan the expanse of the living room, brow raised as your soul tries to detect the difference in the atmosphere. Your mind can feel it, your heart knows it, but your vision is unable to find it.

Setting your things down on the nearby coffee table, removing your shoes, you continue to look around before deciding to take the next step — quite literally, walking away from the hardness of the wooden flooring to the transition of plush carpet. The closer you get to the flight of stairs, the more visible the red spots become.. easier it is to figure out what they belong to. There’s a mixture of white and red rose petals leading a messily beautiful trail upwards. Shaking your head, your own personal shade of red dusts your cheeks.

Of course, you would’ve been foolish had you considered him to not do anything today. After all, it was Valentine’s Day. The holiday of love, and who to love harder than your boyfriend, Josh? Your boyfriend, Josh, the man you had spent the majority of your life with rather than without. From the day you moved next door into the warmth of the brick house that roomed closeby to the one his family occupied, you were inseparable.

Since the day your wide eyes full of youthful light met his cheery browns, the second you gathered the courage to approach and ask if he’d like to be friends. From play dates that turned into high school “will yous?” which varied from after school study hangouts to seeking out newly released movies in the theater.

Chaste kisses to the cheek to him being your first real one, how you cherished the electric feeling you felt when his lips planted yours for that first time. It was after a showing of The Notebook, in which you shed heavy tears that he wiped away from your face.

He was so gentle in the way he cared for you. Hardly pressing his thumbs to your cheeks as he collected the large salty drops that ran down your features. It was at that moment that he looked at you for longer than usual and before you knew it, you were having your first kiss with the boy you had been in love with since elementary.

As the sweet moment flooded your mind and made you feel light, like a feather drifting through the wind, you ascended the stairs and found yourself on the second floor of the house you bought together. It took a lot of convincing from your part to get Josh to finally commit to purchasing the piece of property, yourself tired of constantly moving and renting places, desiring a place to finally refer to as home.

Even though that was anywhere you traveled with Josh, you had bigger plans for the future; ones that included building a family, and you wanted to make sure you had a permanent spot to ensure where that could happen, where it could grow.

After searching and scheduling multiple appointments in different areas, you finally found the one and you both agreed without words. The moment you stepped past the door, you exchanged all knowing looks and locked arms, following the realtor as they showed you the rest of the place.. despite you two already being sold.

Now, after almost a whole year, the house was no longer empty and instead, filled with knick knacks from all over the world—per tours and your own personal travel—and other miscellaneous items that showed off your differing personalities. You made it a space that felt welcoming, that you looked forward to returning to.

The lighting upstairs was dimmed to a comforting level, dark enough to relax but bright enough to where you could make out where you were going. Soft music pulled you into your shared bedroom, the smooth voice of Nat King Cole deepening the lovesick trance flooding your mental state.

Behind the instrumental, you could hear him humming along to the song, singing the words like he hadn’t heard you come in.. which, it seemed like he did not from the way he remained kneeled by the tub. His extended fingers swiped under the faucet to check the temperature of the running water, assuming it was warm enough from the content facial expression he wore on his face. Not wanting to startle him but transfixed on the scene, you stayed by the doorframe of the bathroom, leaning against it with your arms loosely crossed over your chest.

“Ever plan on making yourself known, mama?”

Josh spoke up first yet didn’t turn his focus away from the tub he was dressing, only standing up to reach the bubbles that were on the metal shelving below the shower head. He popped the cork off the glass bottle and poured the liquid towards the stream, bubbles forming on the top of the setting water soon after.

“I don’t think so. I’m actually pretty fine with just staying silent and watching you like this.. so domestic. Cute. You make me feel loved without having to speak any words.”

Taking a few steps forward, you were finally in the bathroom with him, closer as you’d like to be but still a little ways from him. Near the sink, you hoisted yourself up onto the marble counter, careful to avoid the candles he had set up so nicely around the otherwise clear space.

Sitting from this new perspective, you could take in even more of the details he had clearly put a lot of thought towards. Tealight candles were placed along the sides of the tub, adjacent to where the faucet was, two long glasses that were not yet filled with the still closed bottle of wine that sat by the bottom of the tub. He had bought a heart shaped box of chocolate too, just to stay somewhat traditional.

“I couldn’t not do something for you, you know. This was bound to happen whether we agreed or not. I need to take every opportunity there is to show you what you mean to me.. to spoil you, to simply love you.”

While he spoke, the track switched over to another soft melody without lyrics. Josh finally took that moment to fully stand up and turn around to face you. His rosy cheeks were full as he smiled at you and his eyes gleamed without the effect of upper lights, it was all from the inside. It was all sparkle from the love he felt for you. God, did he love you. You consumed his every waking thought and without you, he wouldn’t be living—would not feel alive—he would not exist. Your love, what love he had for you fueled him more than anything else. That was his oxygen.

“I love you, Joshua.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to fall from the overwhelming emotion that now possessed the room. You were in love with him. What you had with him was only pictured in love stories, what you felt for him seemed almost impossible to reach had it been with anyone other than him. This was unique, a one of a kind type of thing.

“Oh, sunshine. C’mere.”

Like a magnet, you ended up pressed against his chest, his muscular arms wrapped securely around your frame. His soft lips tenderly kissed over your flushed face as you cried. Josh took care of you like he always did, in the best way he could, as much as possible. Pulling back from you, his large hands laid over the expanse of your back, still keeping you close.

“Feel better? Wanna join me for a bath, baby?”

You managed a nod through your pitiful sniffles. In that moment, you felt the level of importance he held you to and in that same second, you also feared this love. This overpowering love that you always thought could be taken away from you before you got the chance to grip onto it. Your mind was a maze of possibilities that weren’t far fetched but as they came to the surface, Josh was there to pull you away from them. He was there to reassure you they’d never come true, that he would stick by you through the thick and thin.. which he proved time and time again. You weren’t the easiest to love but he made it feel otherwise.

“I’ll help you get out of these clothes, okay? Just want you to relax tonight, spend a little time with me. Does that sound nice?”

He leaned in and kissed the very tip of your nose, his eyelashes fluttering against yours. Another way he showed his affection, with sneaky butterfly kisses. You giggled and he smiled wider, realizing his attempt to get you to crack had worked in his favor. Josh made your personal space his own as he placed more kisses away from your nose and down your flushed cheek, trailing to your chin then back up to the side of your face. All while shedding you from your day clothes; working to pull off your—his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Kissing over to your ear, he earned light laughter out of you, his fingers tucked under the hem of your shirt.

“I’m going to marry you—gonna make you my bride. Then, we’re going to have as many kids as you want.. two, if I remember correctly. We’ll grow old together. I’ll kiss you until I take my final breath.”

Soft promises he spoke, his cheek now pressed to yours, fingers working with the clasp of your bra. An ever growing pile of fabric now existed on the tiles next to your feet.

“I’ll search for you in every lifetime after this one just to experience this kind of love again.”

Peppering kisses down your chin, the middle of your throat, over your collarbones, down your chest, tummy.. his hands placed on your hips, him kneeled on the ground, looking up at you with those full brown eyes. He kissed the button of your jeans before undoing it, pulling the zipper down, ridding you of your pants and undergarments. You stepped out of them and he rose, taking your hand in his, leading you over to the tub now filled plenty with the sweet aroma of lavender and bubbles. You looked back at him; he smiled.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to join you. Just let me get undressed too.. unless you want me clothed?”

Giggling, you shook your head.

“No, let me see you. You’re so beautiful. I need to see you.”

He nodded, watching you step into the bath and slowly descend into the water. Likewise to how he assisted you, Josh undressed himself and kicked his clothing to join yours.

“Oh! The candles. I can’t forget about those, they’ll make the experience even more enjoyable.”

Your arms rested on the side of the tub, folded on top of each other as you watched your living Greek god pace the floor of the bathroom and resurrect a dancing flame to each portion of wax. Vanilla joined lavender, a delightful mix of light scents filling the air. You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling Josh step into the water beside you. Bringing you into his embrace, your back laid against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Time passed slowly as you basked in the warmth emitting from the man behind you and the water you bathed in, not a single negative thought daring to cross your mind, no nerve threatening to ruin this experience. You were in Heaven and Josh, the angel sent to present you peace.

“Want some wine? S’white, bought it this morning just for you.”

He muttered into the crook of your neck, adjusting just enough to reach the bottle that was dunked in a bucket of ice beside the tub. Removing the twist cap, he let it fall past his fingers. Each glass was poured to about half, him presenting you with yours before fixing his own. When they were both ready, he gently clinked his to yours.

“To now.. and however long the cosmos allow us to stick together, my love.”

You craned your neck to look at him. Josh kissed your forehead. He took a sip of his wine. You looked down at yours. Bubbles formed at the top, popping as you tilted the glass, the liquid slipping past your lips.

Tart and sweet.

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Bitter.

Staring down at your drink, ice bobbed up and down in the dark liquor. You don’t know what you ordered from the bar, just that you requested something strong enough to make the night go by quicker. Something to distract you from the feelings eating away at your heart and the thoughts clouding your mind.

From across the room, you could hear the faint sound of laughter. One was more prominent than the rest and instead of swimming towards it like you often used to do, you let it pull you under and drown you under the waves. Where it went wrong, you don’t know. You don’t even know if it went at all. Just that one night you were in love and the next.. the next, he hit the road and you were nothing but an afterthought. Another lover left in the dust with remnants of a one-sided romance.

You heard she was pretty. A friend of a friend. Her eyes were brighter than yours, teeth straighter. She had talent. He wanted more.

He wanted more and you gave him more, but it didn’t hold to the same standard as the music. The music was a priority. You were not.

At this point, you can’t remember if she was an actual person or if she was something you came up with to make yourself feel better in some sort of sick way. If you had a reason why he left, that would make it more bearable. You could understand it. You could understand if he met another and decided they were better in every way there is to be.

You took another swig of the dark liquor and let the empty class clank against the surface of the bar.

It was easier to play pretend than it was to face this reality that you were stuck in. A reality where you no longer had him. A reality where the universe suddenly decided that the time you had spent together was enough. You often thought about if it were easy for him. How easy it was for him. You couldn’t get away from his name in this city. You saw him when you tried to avoid the public by looking at your screen. He was here, there, everywhere that you sought. You ordered another drink. He’s laughing again. A tear runs down your cheek.

It’s a shame that it ends this way.

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[jakekiszska]

wrapped up

josh kiszka x female reader

a/n: i posted this last year for christmas and after some digging i got it back… MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 💗

warnings: explicit sexual content. 18+ only or you will be blocked.

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christmas time was your favorite time of year. you loved all the festivities, the baking, being able to spend time with your loved ones. this year was the first christmas you would be spending with josh’s family, and you were so excited to travel to frankenmuth with him and his brothers.

you were greeted with such a warm welcome from his family, a feeling you’d anticipated— but once it happened you were over the moon. they were so loving and accepting to you. throughout the week you were able to meet extended family and old friends, and you were elated.

when christmas eve came, you all gathered up in the living room so you could hand out your gifts to each other. you practically forced josh to wear matching pajamas with you, which his mother found adorable. his parents got everyone a little something, which you thought was sweet, and all the siblings got each other something as well.

when it finally came time for you to exchange gifts with josh, you handed his present over excitedly. you’d gotten him a new vinyl, the soundtrack to stanley kubrick’s eyes wide shut, and he freaked out with joy the minute he opened it. “thank you,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “i love it so much.”

he reached out to grab a small bag from under the tree for you, and handed it to you happily. the first thing you noticed inside was a small jewelry box, so you took it out and opened it first. inside the box was a silver necklace with a small sun pendant. it had rhinestones around the outside, decorating the sun-rays.

you smiled happily when you noticed jake had gotten his girlfriend a matching one, but her necklace was gold and the pendant was the moon. you hugged josh softly and thanked him, the gift was super special to you. you let him clasp it around your neck and then you cuddled into his side to watch a movie and drink cocoa with his family.

one by one everyone left to go to bed, you and josh being the last two left awake. through the evening, neither of you had been able to break physical contact with the other, you’d always had skin touching somewhere. you would be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little bothered.

you finished the movie together and then you let him lead you down the hallway to his old bedroom, and he opened the door and guided you in. it was clean, you assumed karen had kept it that way, and most of his old stuff was in boxes. you noticed a few posters still taped along the walls and you giggled.

he closed the door and walked over to the bed, quickly removing his pajamas. “what was the point of matching pajamas if you’re not sleeping in them?” you question.

he used his right hand to tousle his hair and you admired the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he lifted it. “too hot to wear clothes to bed, you know that.”

“yes josh, you’re like a furnace… but i thought it would be cute.” you told him, poking out your lip in a fake pout.

he walked over and flipped off the light before crawling into the bed and opening the covers for you. you slid in next to him and chuckled as he pulled your back flush to his front. “what we’re about to do in this bed is going to be very far from cute” he whispered, his voice an octave lower than before.

a shiver ran through you as you felt his fingers slip under the hem of your blouse and skirt up your side. “what exactly are we doing, joshua?” you asked, laughing as he tickled you. instead of answering with words, he moved so he could straddle your legs and then he hiked up your shirt so he could press kisses into your skin. “josh!” you whisper yell at him, “your parents are right across the hall!”

he slid his fingers beneath the band of your sleep shorts before looking up to make eye contact with you. “well, i guess you’ll have to be quiet then” he said, tearing your shorts down your legs. you squealed at his action and kicked him lightly. he grabbed your ankles and pressed soft kisses down your leg before biting down on your thigh.

once his face was hovering above your heat you were practically mewling for him to touch you, but he made it a point to tease you as much as he could first. he continued to kiss and nip at your thighs and the light scratch of his mustache on your skin was driving you crazy as it only added to your pleasure.

he slowly made his way toward your center and blew cold air onto your clit before leaning in and teasing it gently with his tongue. a soft whimper left your lips and he smacked your thigh before pulling off of you. “i said be quiet. if you can’t be quiet then i’ll stop.”

you shook your head yes at him, signaling that you’d stay silent, and so he leaned back in and began to press soft kisses to your clit as one of his nimble fingers prodded at your hole. you felt him gather up some of your wetness before he slipped his finger in, and you fisted the sheet and bit your lip in an attempt to make no noise.

you felt him chuckle against you and you wanted to slap him for being so smug, but he added a second finger and you felt your brain go fuzzy for a moment. he continued to roll his tongue around your clit and your orgasm began to approach way faster than you’d anticipated.

you thread your fingers through his hair to pull him closer to you, and he reacted by adding a third finger and then sucking on your clit harshly. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and as the wave of pleasure washed over you a small squeal left your lips.

josh removed himself from you and kissed his way up your body, lingering a bit over your tummy and again once he reached your neck. you felt his tongue trace across the hollow of your throat before he kissed your jaw and then your lips. he pulled away and made eye contact with you, allowing you to catch a mischievous glint in his eye.

“joshua… what are you up to?”

he smirks at you before you feel him slide his hand under the pillows and when he pulls it out, he’s holding a santa hat. “merry fuckin’ christmas” he whispers, sitting up on his knees and pulling the hat on to his head. “you are so ridiculous!” you laugh, ducking away from him as he tries to kiss you again.

“at least i didn’t put a bow on my dick.”

this time, you reach out and cup his cheeks before bringing his lips to yours. you graze his bottom lip with your teeth and you feel him groan as you slip your tongue into his mouth. you can see him shimmy his boxers down his legs and he breaks your kiss so he can slip them off his ankles. he repositions himself between your legs and you watch him stroke himself a few times, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“you want it?” he teases, and you laugh. “please?” you ask, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. he runs his length through your folds before slipping himself inside of you, and a low growl escapes his throat. you whine instinctively as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, and you can see a frustrated look cross his eyes. as he begins to move faster, the rickety bed he slept in his entire childhood begins to creak, and you laugh as the headboard smacks against the wall. he yanks a pillow up from next to your head and shoves it between the bed and the wall, muffling the noise.

he leans closer to you and kisses the shell of your ear. you feel him move a hand onto your tummy just above your pelvis and then he asks you, “do you feel me there, mama?”

a low moan escapes your throat at his words and he nips at your earlobe quickly before pulling away and making eye contact with you. he stared at you with an angered look in his eye and you knew he was getting mad at you for making too much noise.

“i said to be quiet” josh spat, rolling his hips into you harder. you used your hand to stifle another moan, but he was still displeased with all the sounds you were making.

“you’re such a bad girl, y/n. you need to learn how to listen” he told you, his tone taunting. “open your mouth” he commanded, so you let your lips fall open. before you could protest he had his pointer and middle fingers shoved inside.

you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on them gently before rolling your tongue around them as much as you could. he braced his other hand against your waist and started to fuck you even steadier than before. after a minute you couldn’t stand his fingers being in there anymore, so you pulled his hand from your mouth and pulled him down for a kiss. your lips met hungrily and after a few seconds you pulled away, craning your head to your left and sinking your teeth into his bicep.

a guttural sound escaped his lips and you giggled as he whipped the hat off his head and tossed it to the other side of the room. he continued pounding into you with a ruthless pace and you can feel your second orgasm building up quickly. “josh,” you whisper, pulling his face down to meet yours, “i’m about to cum.”

he slots his lips with yours and muffles your sounds as your second orgasm hits, and his approaches seconds later. you can feel him spill inside you and then he collapses on top of you, stray curls stuck to his forehead with sweat. he rests for a moment and then pulls out, rolling off of you and over to his side of the bed.

you turn to your side and ruffle his curls, and he smiles at you. “we should probably shower after that, yeah?” he questions, and you nod your head yes. he stands from the bed and slides his boxers back on before tossing you your pajama shorts. you slip them up your legs and stand up, letting out a soft squeak as he throws you over his shoulder to exit the room. “what the hell are you doing?!” you whisper scream, and he laughs before replying “i’m santa and you’re my sack of gifts!”

you let him carry you to the bathroom and you shower, making a deal that you’d wash each other’s hair. once you were done you dried off with his favorite fluffy white towels and then you went back to his room to go to sleep, excited for all the christmas day festivities you’d get to partake in tomorrow.

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you woke up early, around 7:30am, and you rolled over to see josh already awake as well. “come on, let’s get ready and go downstairs. mom always makes a huge breakfast.”

you got dressed for the day and walked with him hand-in-hand to the kitchen where you found his mom and sister cooking. the food wasn’t quite ready yet, but there was a fresh pot of coffee, so you poured yourself a mug and fixed it to your liking.

you walked into the den to find josh with his brothers, and you sat next to him on the couch. he pressed himself lovingly into your side as you sipped at your beverage, and you listened to their conversation.

your eyes widened once you heard sam say “i heard a loud thud last night, no clue what it was!” he stood from the couch and walked away, going off to find his dad.

josh rubbed your hand softly before standing himself and following sam, leaving you and jake alone. “i know what the thud was” jake said, a smirk gracing his features. you were the next to stand to leave, but before you could walk out he was by your side, speaking into your ear. “oh josh!” he mocked you, his tone high-pitched, and you smacked his arm. “shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” you asked him, annoyance evident in your tone, but he only responded with a laugh.

“she’s still asleep, silly. someone kept her up all night.”

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[jrvanfleet]

When You’re an Addams - j.t.k.

summary: you and Jake have a 4 year old who’s recently been obsessed with the 1991 film The Addams Family. with halloween approaching, it only makes sense for everyone to get in on the costume fun.

pairing: jake x f. reader

warnings: none! cute family/domestic shit bc i can’t control myself. also bonus uncle!josh content that will probably make you cry i’m ngl..

word count: 3.2k

[read part 2 of this fic HERE! - warning, part 2 is 18+, Minors DNI!]

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It was your favorite night of the year. October 31st. Hallow’s Eve. It was made even sweeter now that you had a four year old who was just starting to understand the wonder of Halloween. Her recent obsession, aside from butterflies and her strange connection to pirates (something she picked up from her father), was the 1991 film The Addams Family. Her obsession started a few months before when her uncle Josh had picked her up from school.

When Jake let himself through his brother’s front door to pick her up, he found the two of them snuggled up on his twin’s couch with a snack, your daughter fully enthralled with the movie. Ever since, she’d been obsessed with the film, asking you to put it on every afternoon when she came home and waltzing around pretending to be Wednesday Addams.

It was no surprise to you or Jake that when you asked her what she might want to dress up as for Halloween, her answer had been immediate.

Her costume had been mercifully easy to put together. Her hair was a beautiful brown, not quite as dark as Wednesday’s but thankfully long enough to put into two braids. You had taken her out on a mother-daughter date the weekend before Halloween and had found the perfect black dress with a white collar and some black tights. She was so excited that she couldn’t even wait until you’d gotten home to start tearing into the package of the tights and trying to pull them on over her leggings.

Your mother-daughter date hadn’t been solely for your four-year-old though. While you’d been out, the two of you had stopped by a few stores looking for the perfect dress for your costume.

After your daughter’s declaration of wanting to be Wednesday, it was obvious to you and Jake that you had to get in on the Addams Family themed costumes. Jake luckily already had a heather grey linen suit in his closet that he was planning to wear, but you wanted something a bit more dramatic.

“Mommy, what about this one!” your daughter shouted down the aisle yanking on a piece of silky black fabric hanging from a rack. You pulled the dress from between the mass of options and your mouth dropped open from the gem your daughter had discovered.

“It’s perfect, buggy!” you told her, kissing her on the top of her head as she ran her fingers over the fabric.

As you walked hand in hand towards the exit of the mall, you were drawn to the delicious smell of Annie’s Pretzels. You leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Let’s get a treat, but we can’t tell daddy.” A devilish grin spread across her face at her new secret.

The two of you walked back to the car, pretzels and shopping bags in hand, your daughter buzzing with excitement in her carseat.

She raced up the few steps through the interior door in the garage, throwing it open and kicking her shoes haphazardly in the direction of the shoe closet yelling “Daddy! Daddy!”

She found him in the kitchen, placing a few plates from the sink into the dishwasher. He quickly dried his hands and spun around to pick her up in a big bear hug.

“Did you have fun today, Buggy?” he asked as she squirmed in his arms.

She recounted your afternoon in rapid fire, telling him all about her ‘Wednesday dress’ and her new tights and how she had picked out mommy’s “perfect costume”–a comment that earned you a sultry eyebrow raise from your husband when he looked up at you leaning against the kitchen door frame–

“And then when we were about to leave, mommy said we should get pretzels but not to tell–” Your daughter cut herself off as she realized she’d spilled her secret in her excitement. Her eyes went wide as Jake gasped with mock hurt.

“You two got a pretzel and didn’t get me anything?” He asked her with a pout.

“Oh no, daddy! Mommy we have to go back and get daddy a pretzel too!”

You smiled as you held up the second half of your snack that you’d saved for him, knowing your daughter couldn’t keep a secret to save her life.

Jake strode over to you, taking it out of your hand and kissing you firmly. “I love you,” he said, smiling into the kiss.

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Your daughter couldn’t stop talking about how excited she was to dress up as her favorite character from her favorite movie. When Halloween finally arrived and you picked her up from school she was talking a mile a minute. She told you about how all of her friends were going trick-or-treating tonight too and how she had made a ghost out of a tissue and a rubber band. She held up the little ghost so you could see it in the rearview mirror and you laughed as she made it fly around the backseat.

When you finally arrived at home, she ran to her room to start putting on her costume. It was only three o’clock and you still needed to clean up the house and get dinner started, but you thought there wasn’t any harm in letting her run around in her dress and tights for the afternoon.

You’d been home for about an hour, your daughter coming in and out of the kitchen, twirling and dancing with her stuffed animals singing “They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky. They're altogether ooky, The Addams Family!”

You heard the garage door open and shut.

“Daddy’s home, wanna go help him bring his stuff in, buggy?” You asked your daughter. She immediately dropped her stuffed animal on the floor and threw open the door.

“My love!” Jake said, a guitar case grasped in each hand. He knelt to set one down in the small hallway so he could scoop her up with a free arm.

“Look at my costume!” she exclaimed from her perch on his hip.

“I almost didn’t recognize you buggy. You look just like her!” He hugged her close to his side and kissed her cheek. Your husband leaned over towards the guitar case he’d set on the floor, trying to balance his things and his daughter all at once. You heard him curse under his breath as he started to lose his balance.

“Jake, don’t you dare drop my child.” You said over your shoulder as you wiped down the dining table.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar,” he replied, his voice strained from the effort. “Let's put this stuff away bug, and then how about we do Wednesday’s braids?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cheered and clung tighter to Jake as he shuffled down the hallway towards his studio.

You couldn’t help but smile at your daughter’s enthusiasm. She and Jake truly were best friends.

Ten minutes later, your daughter came bounding into the kitchen followed shortly after by your husband. Her hair was divided into two cute little braids down the sides of her head and she was twirling in large circles trying to make the braids fly out with the movement.

Jake made his way over to you in three easy strides and you smiled when his hands found your waist and pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” you grinned. “Those braids look good.”

Jake smiled and turned his head to the side, watching your daughter who was lost in her own world. “Why thank you, I am quite talented aren’t I?” A hint of his fake British accent found its way into his joke, his lips turning up at the corners. “Go get ready sugar, I’ll wrangle the bugster.”

You kissed him once more before heading down the hallway to your shared room.

You had only tried the dress on once before. The night you bought it, you kicked Jake out of your room (much to his dismay) and made sure that it fit. It had been against your better judgment to buy a dress without trying it on in the store first, but luckily, it fit just right.

Black satin, dark as onyx, the dress shone in the soft light of your bedroom as you turned left and right. The sleeves reached almost to your fingertips, flaring out dramatically towards the floor, reminding you of a bat’s wings. Your hands smoothed over the bodice, feeling the softness of the buttery fabric under your touch. You’d spent most of your time making your makeup dramatic for the occasion. You took the dress off the hanger and slipped it on. Since it was meant to be form-fitting, it was hard to get the near-invisible zipper up all the way by yourself. You struggled with it for a minute, jumping slightly (as if that helps at all). You managed to close it three quarters of the way before you gave up.

“Jake!” you called to your husband in a huff. You weren’t sure that he could even hear you from all the way across the house, but he needed to get his costume on soon anyway. Moving on from the stubborn zipper you leaned towards the mirror with your favorite red lipstick, applying the color just as Jake knocked lightly on the door.

“Babe it’s your room too, you can just come in,” you joked, the door slightly creaking as he pushed it open.

“I know, but I didn’t want to see you in all your glory until you were ready,” he said, closing the door. “Bug is finishing her mac and cheese I–” his voice trailed off as he took you in.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“What? You don’t like it?” You looked down at yourself. Maybe the cut was too low or he didn’t like the satin. He was quiet for a second and your eyes raised to look at his reflection in the mirror where he stood behind you, taking in the view of you from behind.

“No sugar, I love it.” His eyes were glued to your ass and the curve of your waist. The back of the dress was nearly nonexistent, showing off the entirety of your spine. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your cheeks heated as he tore his attention from your body to look you in the eyes through the reflection.

“Will you give me a hand?” your chin motioned towards your unzipped clasp behind you as your husband’s heated stayed on your reflection. He quickly crossed the room until his chest was pressed into your back and his hands gripped your hips.

“Always,” he said into your ear. You couldn’t help the shiver his words sent through you. He leaned back slightly to pull the zipper up the rest of the way. He took the advantage of his hands being so close to your ass to give it an affectionate smack before hugging you close to him again. “I can’t wait to take this off you later.” He took your earlobe between his teeth lightly to emphasize his point.

You couldn't get enough of these quiet moments with him. It didn’t happen often, both of your lives going at full speed as individuals and as parents, but you soaked up every moment you could with just him.

“I love you,” he murmured onto the skin of your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across the top of your shoulder and the back of your neck. “I don’t tell you that enough.”

You laughed lightly, closing your eyes and leaning into his weight. “Yeah, you only tell me every day.”

“Nmhm,” his voice was muffled from his face being buried into your neck. “It’s still not enough.”

Your heart began beating harder in your chest. Even after years of marriage and the fact that the two of you were raising the child you created, he still gave you butterflies.

“Do you know what’s hot?” you asked, interlacing your fingers on top of his. His hands were warm and strong. You fiddled with the thin wedding band on his left ring finger before turning your face towards his and kissing him softly. “You, in that grey suit over there.” You nudged him toward your shared closet.

His eyes narrowed at your playful tone but he let go of your body, immediately beginning to unbutton his already half-open shirt.

You let him get ready in peace, snatching the small white box that sat on your bed and bringing it with you back into the kitchen. Finding your daughter shoving the last spoonful of mac and cheese into her mouth you asked, “Are you almost ready to go Miss Wednesday?” She nodded furiously as you picked up her bowl and set it in the sink.

It wasn’t long before Jake was sauntering into the kitchen, dressed in a dark linen suit. He’d put his hair up and trimmed his mustache a bit. You smiled when your gaze met his and he wiggled his eyebrows dramatically.

“What do you think, bug?” Jake asked your daughter who was now jumping up and down with excitement.

“Daddy, you look perfect!”

“Perfect, eh?” He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed it slowly, his eyes never leaving your own. You could see the heat in his gaze as he lowered your hand.

“I have a surprise for you,” you said, tightening your hand around his and leading him to the kitchen island. The white box was small and unassuming. Jake hadn’t even noticed it, though you had gone out of your way to hide it so he wouldn’t find it accidentally. “The finishing touch.”

You lifted the dark red bow tie out of the box which you’d bought the same day you and your daughter had gone shopping for your costumes. Jake smiled at you as you placed it around his neck, situating it under the collar of his shirt. Your husband couldn’t keep his hands off you as he stroked up and down your sides as you tied the bow tie.

Straightening the tie you asked, “Not too tight?”

“It’s perfect my love. Thank you.”

You leaned in for a quick kiss but when you made to pull away, Jake didn’t let you go. He deepened the kiss, licking your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the way your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Jake! My lipstick!” you laughed, detaching yourself from his grip.

“Mmm, I can’t contain my passion.” His voice dropped to a sultry lull, fully in character.

Your moment was interrupted by your daughter yelling from the living room, “Daddy! Uncle Josh is here!”

“Go meet him outside buggy, we’ll be out in a sec” he replied, still distracted by kissing you.

After kissing you firmly a final time, Jake grabbed your daughter’s halloween basket off the counter and headed outside, his hand still interlaced with yours.

“Uncle Josh!” your daughter yelled, running down the porch steps towards Josh’s jeep truck. You couldn’t contain your burst of laughter as your husband’s twin stepped out of the car wearing a black and white striped shirt paired with black shorts.

“You dressed up as Pugsley!” your daughter giggled, jumping into his arms.

“Oh course I did! I couldn’t let you have all the fun alone!” Josh squeezed her tight and spun around.

You were grateful that you lived in a neighborhood that had lots of kids. It was a safe area and your daughter had lots of friends from school that lived down the street. That made her even more excited for Halloween.

It was only 5:30, but the neighborhood was buzzing with families starting to come out for trick or treating. As the four of you walked down the street, your daughter spotted one of her friends and she and Josh went over to catch up with them.

That’s how most of the night went, Josh and your child running from house to house, getting as much candy as they could until her basket was almost overflowing. And then there was you and Jake, watching her joy and excitement and enjoying the crisp October air.

By the last house, the sun had sunk behind the horizon and the streetlights sent a cozy glow across the street. Josh carried your daughter on his back like a backpack and spun in circles as he walked, making her squeal with laughter.

“Stop it Uncle Josh! I’m so dizzy!” she managed to say through a fit of giggles. He laughed along with her and pretended to stumble along the sidewalk.

When you made it back to your front door, Jake's arm was wrapped around your shoulders and yours around his waist, holding him close to you. He only let you go when you reached the front door to find his keys.

“Hey bug,” Josh said over his shoulder to the child clinging to him. “What do you say to a movie-night-candy-eating-sleepover-extravaganza at Uncle Josh’s house?”

Her face immediately lit up and she couldn’t contain her shakes of excitement.

“Can I daddy? Pleaseeee?” she pleaded in her best pouty voice that she knew would make Jake melt.

Jake looked over at you, grinning slightly.

“I don’t know bug, do you promise not to stay up too late and to save some of your candy for later?” he asked in a half-serious voice.

“I promise, I promiseeeee!!” she answered so quickly that she barely heard his question. You and Jake chuckled to each other under your breath as he looked at you, pretending to have a serious silent debate between your gazes.

“I guess so, but you’ll have to grab your overnight bag from your bed,” he answered with a dramatic sigh and smiled when she immediately jumped from her uncle’s back and barreled past Jake into the house.

“Seriously, don’t let her eat all her candy,” Jake said to his twin who was sporting the biggest grin you’d ever seen.

“Don’t worry,” Josh answered, “I’ll make sure she eats everything but the Reece’s. I know those are your favorite.”

Jake laughed. “Fine.”

Your daughter came flying back out of the house, her backpack now strapped across her back. She had jumped down two steps of the porch before you said, “No good night kiss?”

She gasped and stopped in her tracks, remembering that she was going to be gone for the whole night. Turning around she jumped into Jake’s arms in a big hug. He kissed her cheek before telling her, “Have fun, but don’t let Uncle Josh have too much fun. I love you.”

She giggled and immediately jumped into your arms next. Her small arms wrapped around your neck in a tight hug.

“Goodnight mommy, see you tomorrow,” she said as she pulled away and gave you a smacking kiss on the cheek before running back to Josh, ready for their adventure.

You laughed as you stood up. Josh had a carseat already installed in his Jeep since he picked her up from school so often and after she was all situated, you and Jake waved to them from the porch.

Once they had turned the corner off your street Jake’s hands were back on your body, his lips slowly and lovingly exploring your neck.

“Mmm a whole night to ourselves,” you murmured, rocking back into him. His grip tightened on you as he hummed his approval. “Whatever will we do with ourselves?” You couldn’t contain your grin as he hummed again.

“I can think of many, many things,” he said into your skin before taking your hand and leading you into the house.

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This is the end of Part 1 for this fic!

If you’d like to read PART 2 which is a Jake!smut and 18+!! You can find it HERE!

I’m sorry dad!jake is so FAR UP MY ASS RN but I’ve just been feeling so fertile recently what can I say… also I love Halloween and the Addams family so this worked out perfectly.

Happy Halloween whores thx for reading our fics. We luv u hehe.

As always Love and Light and we’ll be seeing you soooooon

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Almost

Part Two

Jake x Reader (f)

Warnings: break up, alcohol consumption, cussing

Find All Part Here

On the drive home, Jake tried to prepare himself for what’s to come. He and his partner hadn’t been in a good place in a long time. He knew that, yet he had still held on. He’d hoped that the passion would come back and that the love he’d once felt would return. But if anything, it had only faded further and further until there was only the memory of what once was left behind.

Pulling into the driveway, he parks and cuts the engine. He sits there, wondering where it all went wrong. He thinks back on all the years they’d spent together. It had been good for a long time, then one day, somewhere in the middle, everything seemed to change. Maybe he’d stopped pursuing her. Maybe he’d become too complacent and comfortable. Maybe it was all the time spent away on tour. Maybe he’d taken her for granted. Maybe it was all of it.

Resting his head back on the headrest, he sighs. It’s too late to go back and change things now. Opening the door, he steps out of the car and heads inside through the side door. Walking through the laundry room and into the kitchen, he sits his keys on the counter. She hears this from the living room and gets up. She walks to the kitchen, and leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms.

“Hey.” She muttered.

Jake looks over at her. The woman before him was once the love of his life. He’d thought they’d end up together forever. Now, it was all about to come to an end. Looking down at his feet and crossing his arms, he replies with a hey.

“Jake—” She starts.

“It’s over isn’t it?” He questions, glancing up at her.

“Yeah. I think so.” She whispers.

“Yeah.” He breathes.

“Jake, what happened? What changed?” She asks.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. But, I’m sorry for the part I played in all this.” He answers with a heavy sigh.

“It wasn’t all you. I’m sorry too.” She says, straightening up and walking over to him, rubbing his arm.

Jake rests his hand on hers and looks her in the eye. “Nothing about this is your fault. You have nothing to apologize for.”

She swallows thickly and nods her head, taking a step back. Clearing her throat, she says, “I’ve packed a bag, I’m going to stay with a friend until I find a place and I’ll put the rest of my stuff in storage in the meantime.”

Jake shakes his head, “No, stay here. I’ll stay with Josh until you find something. It’s no rush either. You’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you need. This was your home as much as it was mine.”

Her eyes soften. “Are you sure? It would make things a little easier.”

“I’m positive. Let me go grab a bag and I’ll be out of your hair.” He assures her. 

She nods her head, and he walks past her toward their bedroom. Going to his closet, he grabs a duffle bag and stuffs a few days worth of clothes in it. Closing the duffle bag, he exits the closet and walks over beside the bed. Opening the drawer to his nightstand, he grabs his journal and the book he’d been reading. Closing the drawer, he heads to his home studio. Sitting the duffle bag by the door and turning on the light, he walks over to his guitar stand and grabs the first guitar he’d ever owned. Placing it gently in its case, he locks the latches and picks it up, carrying it over to the door where he grabs his bag. Before he flips off the light switch, he takes one last glance around. Seeing nothing else he needs, he turns off the light and heads back to the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen, he sets down his bag and guitar case. “Well, I guess this is it.” He says quietly.

She looks over at him with tears brimming her eyes. “Okay.” She whispers.

Jake’s gaze softens and he walks over to her. Taking her in his arms, he holds her tightly and says, “You’re still the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I’m sorry I took that for granted and let things get this way.”

She hugs him back and nods her head before wiping her tears. Taking a step back and giving a weak smile, she says, “I’m sorry too.”

Jake stares at her for a few moments, trying to think of something to say to take her pain away, but he knows there’s nothing that could do that. Taking a few steps backward, he turns and grabs his stuff. Facing her one last time, he bows his head before walking out the door. Putting his bag and guitar in the backseat, he opens the driver’s side door and gets in. Sitting there for a minute, he takes a shaky breath. Clearing his throat and blinking back the tears, he puts the keys in the ignition and starts the car. Backing out of the driveway, he heads over to Josh’s.

Brows furrowed and continuously clearing his throat, he manages to keep the tears at bay until he gets to his brother’s house. Once there, he parks and gets out before grabbing his stuff from the back. Walking up to the front door, he rings the doorbell. A few moments later, Josh opens the door with a confused expression. Looking down at Jake’s bag and guitar case, his face drops. Opening the door wider, he motions for him to come in. Jake walks in and stands in the middle of the entryway. Walking around his brother, Josh stands in front of him. 

“Can I stay here for a while?” Jake asks, looking down at the ground.

“You know you don’t even have to ask. Put your stuff in the spare bedroom.” Josh says.

Jake says nothing and heads to the spare room. Walking in, he sits his things on the bed. Standing in the darkness, he feels cemented in place. He must have been standing there for a while, because next thing he knows, he hears Josh walking toward the room. Josh enters the room and pauses before stepping closer to Jake and putting his arm around his shoulder.

Jake doesn’t need to say a word. Josh already knows. Sliding his arm off his shoulder, Josh rubs Jake’s back. They stand there like that for a while before Josh says, “You’re going to be okay. I know you’re hurting now and you’re mourning the loss of something you thought you’d always have, but you’re going to be alright.”

Jake remains silent for a few minutes. “Got any whiskey? Hell, got anything?”

Josh nods his head and ushers Jake into the kitchen. Jake spends the rest of the night drinking and reflecting. He gets incredibly drunk and Josh has to help him to bed. Josh tucks him in and closes the door behind him. Jake lays there for a while, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts of regret and pain swirl through his mind. But as he starts to drift to sleep, the last thing that enters his mind is you.

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[jmkho]

The One Where They Forgot Sam

Summary: Movie night doesn't go to plan when a tornado is about to hit the house

Words: 1,407 ish lol

Warnings: swearing, margaritas, mention of tornadoes - please excuse any errors at the moment I'm running on 0 sleep and feeling like shit

Sam stood at the island counter, leaning on it, his chin resting in his palm, as he watched the back of his older brother, Jake, cooking something. He soon forgot what his brother had just said other than, 

"Don't worry, I'll make sure yours is veggie."

A family film night was currently planned. Food, drinks, and a shitty movie.

One of the thousands of vinyls spun away, filling the background with soft jazz, while Sam kept berating Jake about cooking.

"Make sure you make loads; Daniel's coming over." And Josh will try to eat more than he can actually stomach."

At the mention of the other twin, Josh appeared suddenly in the kitchen doorway, axe in hand.

Sam's hand that he was leaning on dropped from his chin. He leaned against the island with a stoic expression as his eyes looked over his older brother. 

Josh stood there with the axe, his curls a little more messy than usual, kahki shorts, a white vest, a pair of big brown boots that looked way too big for him, and a massive jacket. 

"Look, I get it. You fucking love Stanley Kubrick. But don't you think THIS is taking it too far? What is this? Are you role-playing?" Sam waved his hand out, gesturing at him. 

Jake merely looked up from the meal he was making to his twin, then back down to it without paying him any mind.

Josh let out a giggle. 

"HERE'S JOSHY!" He let out a gruff voice before breaking into a melodic laugh, which made Sam roll his eyes.

"We need wood, and since YOU never offer to chop any and Jakey is busy cooking dinner for us, that means Mr. Muscle here will have to do the dirty work."

"Hey, I do offer; it's just that I'm not allowed after what happened." Sam defended.

The axe once flew out of Sam's hands as he flung it behind his head once, which nearly took out Danny as they both offered to go chop some wood. In Sam's defense, he swore the handle was 'slippy'.

Josh snorted and walked up to Jake. Sam's eyes narrowed as he watched them, Josh said something, then did something with his hand that made Jake nod in agreement, and then he trudged off to go chop wood.

"It will never amaze me that you two communicate in the most bizarre fucking way." And with that, he downed the rest of his drink and walked around the island.

Jake turned from the dish as he let it simmer and looked up at his brother. "Did you want to help?"

"You I will, him I won't." The taller man admitted.

Jake laughed.  "Okay, get all the drink shit ready and you can be like the barten-" he stopped, remembering that his little brother's drink-making skills weren't that great.

"Just get everything on the island, drinks, cups, you know the drill, and ice. Lots of ice"

"I'll be the master of cups and fucking ice." He let out before walking over to the fridge.

Jake laughed. "Stop rewatching Friends."

10 minutes later, Danny arrived. He bought a few drink options along with some deserts he picked up.

"Hello!" He smiled at the two brothers in the kitchen as he placed his things down and looked around at them and what they were doing.

"Josh is out chopping wood." Sam called over his shoulder as he finished his margarita pitcher. 

"Oh." Danny simply replied. 

"Jakes is cooking us a new dish he came up with." Sam called over his shoulder again.

"Oh?!" Danny smiled and replied in a more cheerful tone. 

"And I have just finished the first margarita pitcher!" Sammy turned around and grinned widely at his friend.

"Oh..." he let out, sounding disappointed. If Sam noticed, he didn't let him see, but Jake snorted out a laugh, "Ha."

Josh returned with wood, which turned out to be 2 pieces of very thin logs. 

The rest of the group looked at the wood and then back at him. "Chopping wood, were we?" Sam used air quotes for chopping, which got a laugh from Danny.

"I could kick a tree and get a better result," he added, earning a bigger laugh from Danny.

Josh broke out in a smile. "Okay, I got distracted. A squirrel came, and it kept trying to get in the way of my axe. It wouldn't leave me alone, so I followed it and kinda got lost in the dark."

Sam called him something along the lines of 'Snow White' and told him to be ready for "the best margaritas of your mother fucking life!"

"Ooooh, did Danny make a batch?" Josh asked as he approached the island, ready to grab a glass.

"No!  I did.  It's my pitcher."

Josh's hand grabbed anything but the cup that was filled on the island. His hand happened to land on a lime, which he pretended to be very interested in as his younger brother's mouth dropped open a little as he watched him.

"Boys, dinner will be ready in 9 minutes." Jake turned around and flung a dish towel on his shoulder as he took a sip from his drink that was long forgotten.

"Well, I'm going to take a quick shower." Sam suddenly declared.

"Sammy, dinner is almost ready..." the long-haired twin sighed a little as he watched the youngest brother walk towards the stairs in the hallway, his bare feet slapping on the wooden floor.

He lifted a hand as he walked. "I won't be long; I just want to freshen up." And with that, he was gone.

Josh let go of the lime, and looked at the pitcher Sammy had made. His eyes went from it to Danny, who did the same thing. 

"Shall I make-" 

"Yes."  The twins said at the same time, which made the drummer laugh.

Jake had called out to Sammy that dinner was ready, and they were all settled with drinks and food ready for the movie. All he got back was a loud, "YEAH, I GOT IT!" 

As he returned back to the living room, he was met with Josh and Danny looking at their phones. "Jake, there's a fucking tornado warning. And it's close."

Jake's brows furrowed before he squinted at the bright light that suddenly assaulted his eyes as Josh thrusted the phone an inch from his face. "LOOK! QUICK! BASEMENT!"

They all grabbed what they needed—phones, flashlights, water, some blankets, and their food—and went down to the basement.

"Some fucking movie night." Jake laughed out loud as he sat on a chair, plate perched on his knees, trying to eat calmly and not think about the goddamn tornado that will hit them. Josh sat on the floor with his food at his side and his hands behind his head, prepared for the worst. Danny sat in a garden lounge chair with a drink in one hand and tried to eat with the other.

"I feel like we forgot something." Jake let out as he chewed.  They got their phones, along with chargers, just in case they needed to call anyone if it got really bad. 

Josh's hands fell as he looked up at the two other men. "Oh my fucking god—" he rushed up from the floor and ran up the stairs.

Jake's body automatically jolted to go after him but stopped when he heard heavy footsteps stomp down the stairs. 

"We forgot Danny's pitcher!" Josh laughed as he held up the pitcher with a toothy grin.

 Jake clapped, "Ah, yes! Bravo!"

MEANWHILE...

Sam's wet feet slapped even louder on the floor as he reached the bottom step of the stairs and walked into the kitchen. One hand held a towel around his waist while the other rubbed one on his head. 

"Sorry, but I nearly went flying in the stupid showe-" he said, but suddenly stopped when he saw the kitchen was empty. He walked into the living room. No one. 

"Where's everybody at?" He loudly called out.

The three men in the basement suddenly all looked at each other as they heard him.

"Oh shit, we forgot Sam." Josh let out before he rushed to his feet to run up the stairs again.

Jake and Danny burst out laughing when they heard Sammy's voice grow louder as he got closer.

"The fuck you mean you forgot about me with a fucking tornado about to hit this damn house?!" 

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When The Lake Thawed Out: Chapter 1

Summary: In 1993, a young man goes missing near a lake in his hometown; the town heartbroken and having lost a spark in their lives. Now, after 30 years of unanswered questions, he comes home in one of the most intense heatwaves to ever hit the town of Little Franconia, seeing that things are the same and different. In this tale of discovery and family, watch as Joshua relearns the world around him and adjusts to the nuances of pop culture, technology, and generational rot. Writer's Whining: I needed some help, and I asked a few GVF Tumblr veterans - such as @basiccortez - to help me with a scene or two and even draw from inspiration, with their consent, of course. Also, if you don't see your username, I use the 'Biggest Fans' feature on my Activity category, and I see the same lovely four people who interact with my reblogs and others, of course. Still, if you want to be added to the @ List, send me a message or however you can. Warning(s): Nightmares, PTSD, mention of posthumous character. Word Count: 1626 @List: @obetrolncocktails, @fallonfatality, @wetkleenex-gvf, @takenbythemadness, @heatsaboves, @joshym, @freyjalw, @gvf23

"Josh?" the young male calls out for him. "Josh, where are you?" he asked out into the open water that circled his calves. He had ventured into this space before, but even so: it was unfamiliar. His gut knew where to go. It felt nostalgic, but it pained him at the same time. Still, he buried his feelings and focused. He turned around to see more of the water around him. He turns around again, a figure standing hunched ominously, knees slightly bent and head hanging between his shoulders. "Josh!" he said, running to him and touching his shoulder. "Josh?" he turned him around, seeing his brother with eyes closed and mouth shut. "Josh." He shook his brother momentarily before putting a hand on his cheek. "It's me… Jake."

Like something out of a horror film, the young man's jaw unhinged, and his eyes opened wide, a pipeline of murky water blasting him across the floor. He gasped for air as the water began to grab him, taking him down into the now-darkened water. He tried to reach out to him, but it was too late. His eyes were dark, his mouth still thrusting the water out.

The older man had opened his eyes wide, gasping and shooting up from his bed. He had coughed, holding his throat as if he were still there. Reality and nightmare bounced between him as he tried to get his bearings. He looked at his surroundings and ran to the bathroom. 

He turned on the light, splashing himself with water, feeling the cool water and his sweat mix. He soon looked at himself in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at him, his salt and pepper hair loose on his forehead. He rubbed his face and grumbled about. 

"Dad?" 

The older male had jumped, the other jumping. When he saw who it was, he grabbed his chest again. "Jamie… it's you…"

"Yeah," he said. The young male had a grey tank top and sweats on, feet bare on the floor. He looked tired within himself, his brown tresses out of place and eyes heavy, but not too tired that he wouldn't go and sleep. "You had another one of your nightmares, didn't you…"

"Yeah," he told him, rubbing his scruffy little beard, "It's the same as all others… I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," he told him, rubbing his father's shoulder. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I can go for something right about now; it's not like I'm gonna get to sleep anytime soon anyway," he said, rubbing his forehead. "What time is it?"

"Three in the morning," Jamie said, his father's eyes wide open, "come on, let's get you something," he said, taking his father's hand and leading him away. They walked down the hallway, another bedroom door slightly cracked. Jamie had let go of his father's hand and had peeped inside the bedroom. He saw another male sleeping on his stomach and hugging his pillow. He showed no care and no worry, to which Jamie smiled faintly and closed the door, "at least Samuel is asleep."

"Good… don't want to worry him with these things," his father said.

They quietly go down the stairs, the kitchen nightlight the only thing laminating their line of sight. They turned it off and turned on the kitchen light after. It was a small kitchen, nothing but small appliances and even cuteHis father had sat down, stretching, and closed his eyes for a moment. Jamie reached into the fridge, seeing how barren it was. All that was there were some apples and water. "We need to do food shopping; after all this, our new house…."

"We need to unpack those boxes, too," his father added, "did you unpack your stuff already?"

"Yeah… everything: clothes, shoes, books, you name it," Jamie states confidently, "I'm sure you did as well."

"There's still a box or two I gotta open," he stated, "there's just so much to do, you know? And I've just been sleeping all day, and you know how my sleep schedule is and—"

"It's his stuff… isn't it," Jamie spoke with a softness in his voice.

A silence fell around them like a fog, the older male scratching the back of his neck, trying not to allow emotions to surface. "Y-Yeah…" he said, rubbing his face. "I know; I said I was gonna donate it, but I just haven't got to it yet."

"Dad… it's been thirty years…" Jamie told him, taking his hand, "You just put flowers for him the other day… and I know he was your brother but—"

The older gentleman had slammed his fist onto the table, Jamie jumping and straightening his back. "He wasn't just my brother… he was my best friend," he said, "your uncle Josh would have been so happy to see you boys…"

Jamie had sighed; it was not a pleasant sigh. It was normal for him to go off on tangents about his brother Josh. The more he talked about Josh, the more he lost himself, replaying the days he and Josh would play at the Fisher Hall, even when no one was watching, or getting drunk and high at the rented cabin with his parents and uncles. He was always talking about him. "Dad…"

"And he was the funniest guy. He would have made you all laugh until you cried—"

"Dad—"

"And boy, did he love to do impressions—"

"DAD!" Jamie slammed his fists onto the table, "You need to get help!" his eyebrows furrowed in a way that showed anger, his cheeks flushed and teeth bear, "You said that when we moved back here, it was so we can be near grandma and grandpa, not for you to spiral again…."

"I know, I know," he said, his hands stretched over his eyes, visibly frustrated and eyes closed shut. "This isn't just some stranger's death; I need you to understand that this pain doesn't go away…"

Jamie felt guilt wash over him as he saw his father distressed, his hand in his hair, "I'm… I'm sorry. I don't like it when you become this…"

They soon heard footsteps, the other male, Sam, greeting them. He wore just shorts and sandals, his hair in a loose braid. "Are you guys fighting again?" Sam asked.

"No," the two men said, looking at each other and then at Samuel again.

"No, Sammy," Jamie said, getting up to meet the other and rubbing his back. "You go back upstairs, okay?" he said, Sam nodding and led away by his brother to go back to bed. When he saw him enter his room, he returned to his dad. "Try to go to bed…"

"I will… I need a moment," Jamie's father said.

Jamie sighed, drinking his cup and heading to the stairs. He halted and looked back at his father, his face in his hands. "Dad…"

"Yeah?" he said, removing his hands and looking at his son. His eyes were sunken and wet, his cheeks flushed, and his nose red from holding himself back. He looked depleted. 

"I… I'm going to go in town later today and see what's up," Jamie said, trying to end the conversation amicably.

"Take your brother with you…" he said. "Don't let him out of your sight."

"Right," Jamie responded, looking disinterested as he was lost in thought, staring at the floorboard, "goodnight."

"Goodnight," he told him as he looked at his son leaving. He was left alone in the kitchen, his face in his hands. 

Jamie had traveled up the stairs, hearing his father's muffled sobs as he headed to his room now. He took his headphones and placed them in his ear, and began to play loud music.

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Feathered eyelashes sat on high cheekbones as the icy water flowed through and around him, comforting his form. It was all the body had ever known; it cradled him like the unborn idle in its mother's womb. His eyes opened just slightly, greeted by the soft ripples of light. It caught his iris, the shade of amber bouncing as he looked around himself. He tries to take his first breath but has ultimately invited water into his lungs. He panics and begins to thrash violently around him, bubbles surrounding him. With instinct, he travels to where the sun greets him. He coughs up water and other things, gasping and looking around. 

He was in the middle of a lake.

"W-Where are you-" he says in worry and begins to call out. "JAKE! JAKEY!" his voice sounded desperate, breaking as he swam around the area to find his person. He reached into the water again, looking frantically to see if he was around. He shot his head back up to the surface, eyes red from the contact. He swam to the lake's littoral, crawling on the sand that pricked his skin and panted. He sat on his side, feet tucked underneath him and face towards the sun. Moments would pass, his skin drying as it soaked in the rays. He would soon get up, only to greet the ground again as he was weak. 

"Okay… on your feet," he tells himself in a raspy voice. He slowly got up, arching his back and heading all the bones in his back to release their vices. The male groaned loudly, the relief cascading over him like a waterfall. He took his first step and another. His toes digging into the sand was now second nature for him. He then returned to the water to cool his face, only to look at his state.

He was disheveled, to say the least, and had tried to comb his hair through, but it was not possible. "I gotta get out of here…"

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[holybananafuck]

Lips Like Sugar/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3465

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI 18+ drinking, protective jake, touching, fingering, edging, oral (m+f receiving), food play(?), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), butt stuff, soft aftercare jake

PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY WARNINGS

A/N: this fic was a collab with @starcaughtsam she sent me the sauce and i wrote this ;)

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The cool autumn air sends chills across your barely covered legs as you walk up the driveway, hand in hand with your lover. The music is so loud that you can feel it rumbling the ground beneath your boots. Jake reaches for the handle and gives you a peck on the forehead before opening the door.

“Y/N! Jack! Looking good!” Your ex-coworker, the host, James greets you at the door dressed as a vampire.

“It’s- Jake…” Jake reaches his hand out, to which he’s completely ignored.

“Whatever you say, big guy.” James moves his gaze to you, looking up and down. “And what are you guys supposed to be?”

“Oh, Jake and I are pirates.” You smile wide pointing between the two of you, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder.

“Hm. Imagined the skirt to be a little… longer.” James shrugs his shoulders.

You let out an awkward giggle as Jake pulls you closer to his side, walking with you towards the kitchen for drinks. James turns to watch you from the doorway.

“Here, baby.” Jake hands you a cracked Topo Chico, grabbing one for himself.

“No whiskey?”

“Keeping it light, gotta drive.” He places his hand at the small of your back, guiding you to the crowd of dancing bodies.

The two of you were never big on dancing, instead finding your way to the opposite side of the crowd, plopping onto an old couch. You cross one leg over the other, ankle resting on Jake’s thigh. He places his free hand on your calf and rubs soft circles with his thumb. You share a few drinks over the course of an hour, keeping casual conversation and innocent touching. Jake had cut himself off after three drinks so he could drive, but encouraged you to have some fun.

“Feelin’ good, doll?” Jake asks, bringing his cool hand to your reddened cheek.

“Very good.” You smile stupidly with half lidded eyes.

“Would you like another drink?”

“Mm, maybe one more.” You reach to grab his hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“I’ll be back.” He gives you a kiss on your temple as he gets up to get you another drink.

He saunters into the kitchen, you watch him like he’s the only one in the crowded room. In a sea of costumes, your pirate is all that exists. He makes sure you’re watching before he cracks open another seltzer, licking the foam off the side of the can, undressing you with his eyes. It’s taking everything in you not to touch yourself under his gaze, slick pooling in your panties. You’re snapped from your trance as James emerges from seemingly nowhere, taking Jake’s place on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N. Where’s John? He leave?” James places his arm on the back of the couch as if he’s going to wrap it around you.

“Jake? No, he’s right there.” You point at Jake, who’s standing at the counter looking at you.

Jake trusts you, only watching for any signs of discomfort. You smile and wave at him, earning a little smirk and wave back.

“I don’t get why you’re with him. He seems like a dick.”

“I’m sorry?” You rip your eyes away from Jake to look at James.

“He seriously can’t be that good.” James inches closer to you, reaching his hand toward your knee.

You look back over to Jake who’s now making his way back to the couch empty handed.

“Not that it’s your business, but I can assure you he’s perfect at everything.” You move your leg away from his reach.

Jake finally makes it over to the couch, your knight in shining armor.

“That’s my spot.” Jake points to where James is seated.

“Move your meat, lose your seat.” James remarks.

“What are you fucking twelve, bro? Move.”

“See? Told you he was a dick, Y/N.”

You reach for Jake’s waist, hoping to diffuse the situation before it gets ugly, fast. “Baby, I’m getting tired.” You whine, dipping your thumb into his belt loop.

Diffuse the situation, Y/N. Diffuse.

“Already? I was just getting ready to start a game. Can’t have Halloween without candy!” James tries his best to persuade you, but he’s painfully unsuccessful in his attempts.

You look up at Jake through lustful eyes, images of him in the kitchen playing through your head like a melody.

“It’s up to you, my love.” Jake gently squeezes your hand in reassurance, looking down at you with his brown doe eyes.

You pull yourself up from the couch and stand in front of him, leaning over to whisper into his ear.

“I wanna go home. I have something for you.” You trail away, leaving a kiss below his ear.

“Mm, getting tired, myself. Think we’re gonna go home.” Jake pulls you into him by your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your ass before placing a kiss on your jawline. “Besides, with someone as sweet as her? Who fuckin’ needs candy?”

“Really?” James sucks his teeth, shooting Jake a dirty look.

“Awh, stop being such a downer.” Jake chides as he pulls you away with him, heading for the door.

The car ride is filled with teasing touches, his hand constantly alluding to something more but never giving into your desires.

“Just touch me already!” You tug his hand towards your center, hoping he’ll cave.

He shakes his head and gives in, he’s never been one to restrain himself from pleasure. Jake runs his calloused fingertips up and down your leg until chill bumps rise on your soft skin. His fingers carefully dance along the expanse of your thigh before sliding them under your skirt, meeting with the hem of your panties. He pushes the lacy fabric to the side, running his fingers through your folds before curling his digits into you. He presses his thumb against your clit, working languish circles until you teeter the edge.

“You’re soaked, doll. All from me?” Jake questions tenderly, taking his eyes off the road long enough to catch a glimpse of you falling apart under his touch.

Just as your walls start to tighten around his fingers, he removes them leaving you empty and hungry for more.

“Why did you stop?” You ask quietly, redness failing to dissipate from your cheeks.

“Wanna fuck you right, make you feel so good.” He mumbles, bringing his slick coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

You reach your hand over to his visibly hardened length, palming him through his pants. You unzip the zipper and reach your hand past the waistband of his pants and briefs, rubbing the pads of your fingers slowly across his sensitive tip. Jake wraps his hand around your wrist, restraining you from stroking him any longer.

“Don’t, not yet.” His eyes flutter back as he removes your hand from his length.

He locks his fingers in yours before placing a kiss to your knuckles. He holds your hand pressed to his lips for the rest of the ride, the air from his nose tickling your skin. Upon pulling in the driveway, Jake’s barely in park before rushing you both inside. He rustles for the keys, unlocking the door to your shared home. Jake wastes no time getting his hands back on you, pressing his body against yours forcing the door shut behind you. His hands move up and down your body, squeezing and rubbing on all his favorite spots, as he peppers heated kisses on any and all exposed skin.

“Jakeyyy, hold on!”

“Sorry, sorry. You okay, my love?” He pulls away, grabbing your hand as he steps back.

“Yeah, but remember? I have something for you?” You drag him towards the hall closet with you.

“Damn, I’ve been that bad? Gonna lock me in the closet?” He giggles, waiting for your response.

“No, you weirdo. Gotta get something.” You let go of his hand to lightly smack his shoulder before you open the closet door.

You stand on your tippy toes and shuffle around on the top shelf until you find the little black bag you’d tucked away at the start of the month. Jake’s hands rest on your hips to help balance you, his calloused pads gently pressing into your skin.

“You got us matching costumes… so I got us something matching!” You watch the curiosity wash over Jake’s face as you remove the contents from the bag.

CANDY g-string

“We don’t have to, I thought it would be fun for Halloween.” Your voice grows quieter as you watch Jake’s face for some sort of reaction.

Silence washes over the room, the only thing to be heard is the pounding of your heart behind your chest. The nervousness continues to build up until you watch his lips part in response.

“Am I wearing them too…?” He points to the boxes and then to himself.

“Only if you want, I got two incase you did.”

“Do you want me to?”

You wait a second before nodding yes.

“Okay.” He reaches for one of the boxes, inspecting the packaging.

All you can do is stand in disbelief, his willingness to try new things always astounds you.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go, sugar lips.”

You practically run to the room, Jake hot on your heels. You start to open the boxes as Jake gets undressed, handing him a pair of the candy panties.

“Don’t think my dick’s gonna fit in this…” He says, hanging the panties from his index finger.

“Oh, it’s coming right off anyways.”

Jake comes over to you at the edge of the bed, laying you back.

“Let me do it?” He asks, reaching for your pair of candy panties.

“Okay.” You whisper in response.

Jake’s hands trail up your legs, fingertips dragging across your calves and thighs until they slip under your skirt to meet the waistband of your thong resting on your hips. He slips his fingers past the band and leaves them there for a moment. He’s hovering over you, staring into your eyes.

“You okay, Jake?” Your brows furrow.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re just so beautiful, had to take you in for a second.” He leans in and places a few heated kisses to your lips before working his way below your skirt.

Jake places soft kisses to your thighs before removing your thong. He slides them down your legs and off your ankles followed by unzipping your boots and tossing them to the side. He reaches over for your matching pair of candy panties and slides them up your legs, adjusting them over your center. Jake’s kneeling between your legs at the edge of the bed, looking down on you.

“Y’know, these things feel weird.” He giggles, snapping the band of the panties against his hips.

You push yourself up off the bed, meeting his lower abdomen with your face. You pepper kisses across his supple skin, making way to his prominent hip bone. You snake your tongue under the string resting on his hip and pull a piece of the candy between your teeth, biting down to break it free. One of Jake’s hands find their way cupped around the back of your neck as you continue kissing the expanse of his stomach. Center with his navel, you start kissing in a line down his body until your lips are against the candy holding his cock. You adjust your hands to hold onto his hips as you start to break off pieces of the candy covering his length. Each time you go for a piece, you snake your tongue between the candy and his flesh to avoid biting him, the feel of your tongue against his cock earning you soft moans. You bite off a few pieces before you grow impatient, pulling the panties to the side to free his length. You drag your tongue up and down his cock a few times before taking him in your mouth, pushing him as deep as your throat will let him. You get about a minute into pleasing him before he grows hungry for more of you. Jake places his hands on yours, removing them from his hip as he lays you back and puts them above your head.

“My turn, sweetness.” He moves his hand down and unzips your corset, laying it flat on the bed behind you, letting your breasts feel the cool air.

Starting at the hollow of your neck, Jake kisses a trail down the valley of your breasts until he meets your lower stomach. He tucks his thumbs into the panties resting on either of your hips before reattaching his lips to your skin. He lightly bites the soft skin of your tummy, your hands resting on top of his at your hips. Jake bends his wrists back enough to intertwine your fingers with his as his lips work their way down to your center. He brings a piece of candy from the middle into his mouth and breaks it off the string. He uses your hips as support to push himself up, bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. He licks his tongue along your bottom lip and slips the piece of candy into your mouth. Lips still on yours, Jake presses his hand over your mound and moves it side to side, stimulating your clit with the hard candy. You lift your legs up and wrap them around his back, trying to push yourself into his touch more.

“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you.” He removes his hand from your center and wraps his fingers around your ankles.

Jake brings your knees to your chest, placing kisses along the back of your thighs before he reaches your candy covered center. He moves them over with his teeth, exposing your slick heat to himself. He licks a wide stripe from your entrance to your clit, adjusting his lips to suck on your swollen bud. He lets go of your legs to free his hands, allowing them to rest over his shoulders. His hand comes down and replaces his lips, thumb now pressed to your clit as he teases you with his tongue. He dips his tongue past your entrance, pushing it as far as he can. Once you grow wetter under his touch, he moves two fingers to your entrance, slipping them inside of you as his thumb continues working fast circles over your bud. In a matter of seconds you start to tighten around his fingers.

“Go on, sweetheart. Cum for me.” He curls his fingers up more to aid the process.

“Fuck… Jake, don’t stop.”

“I’m not, baby, I’m not.” He whispers.

You watch his eyes intently watching you writhe under his touch.

“Jake, please.” You reach down to hold his wrist stopping him from moving.

“Are you okay?”

“Just wanna cum on your cock. Wanna make you feel good, too.” You reach further down to wrap your hands around his thick length, stroking and guiding him to your center.

He places his hand over yours and follows your stroking motion, dragging his tip between your folds before pushing into you. Your walls flutter around his width as he gently works himself inside fully. He lays on top of you, hands wrapped around your torso holding you into his chest. There’s not a single part of you going untouched by Jake’s body in some way. His fingertips pressed into the skin of your back and his chest laying on yours, you wrap your legs around him again. Jake’s face is nuzzled into your neck, lips against your ear allowing you to hear every obscenity mumbled from him. A mantra of fuck’s and oh my god’s leave his mouth as he slowly engulfs himself in your touch. Your arms are wrapped around his torso, pulling him in as hard as you can. The pressure of his weight rubbing against your nipples combined with him inside of you forces your own breathy moans out, creating a one of a kind melody just for the two of you. His body so close to yours has allowed the candy panties to rub against your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. Just as you start to tighten around him, he stops again, eliciting a groan from deep inside of you.

“I know, I’m sorry, had an idea.” Jake pushes himself up and pulls out of you, making you groan at the loss of contact. “I promise this time I’ll make you cum. I’m sorry, baby. Can you flip over for me?”

You weakly roll over onto your stomach, body growing tired and sore from Jake’s consistent edging.

“Can I take these off now? Kinda getting in my way.” He asks, toying with the string on your ass.

“Only if you’re gonna make me cum this time.”

He answers by removing the candy panties from your hips and slipping them between your lips.

“Give that mouth something to do other than talk back.” He mumbles as you hear his pair hit the floor.

Jake pushes your legs together and situates himself around you before you feel the tip of his cock against your ass. He leans his torso into your back and brings his lips to your ear.

“Ready?” He whispers.

All you can manage is a nod and Jake slips his cock back inside of you. A few strokes in and Jake’s already pushing you to the edge again. He leans back up and places his hands on your hips, pulling you up to your knees. He adjusts your legs around his frame, spreading out the view for him. He begins thrusting into you again, hands on your hips and his fingers digging into the skin. He moves one hand from your hip and runs it over the swell of your ass. His thumb rests over your back entrance, rubbing in circles for added stimulation.

“Is this okay? You like that?”

“Yeah…” You moan. “Put it in.”

You hear spit leave his lips and make contact with your ass as he uses his thumb to spread the manmade lubricant over your entrance. He slowly pushes his thumb into your ass, resting his palm against your lower back. He slowly moves his thumb in and out of you as he works his cock inside your pussy. Jake removes his other hand from your hip and wraps it around to toy with your clit. Chasing his own release, he starts thrusting into you harder, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix every so slightly. With all of the added stimulation, you start to tighten around his wide length again, this time with the promise of finishing. Jake removes his thumb from your ass and brings it up your back to grab your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He wraps it around his hand and pulls your back into his chest. You bring your arms behind you, pressing your hands into Jake’s sides, squeezing his love handles. He fully pushes you over the ledge, gifting you your promised release as he himself comes undone. The two of you fall to the bed, Jake’s cock still buried deep inside of you. After falling, you both catch your breath, Jake pulls his now soft length out of your aching core. Jake rolls off the bed and collects the candy pieces from around the room, tossing them into the bathroom trash can. You turn your head to watch him as he leans over the tub and begins to draw a hot bath. He shuffles through cabinets under the sink and pulls out a handful of bath products.

“Rosehip or coconut?” He shouts out into the bedroom.

“Rosehip is good.” You mumble just enough for him to hear.

Jake saunters out of the bathroom and over to the bed, picking you up in his arms and bringing you to the bath.

“I’ll be back, just relax a little, okay?” He says, lowering you into the water and placing a kiss to your forehead.

You watch him enter the bedroom several minutes later with a cup of chamomile tea and an assortment of snacks. He comes back to the bathroom with your mug and hands it to you before climbing into the tub with you.

“Nightmare on Elm Street is ready on the tv when you are.”

After the bath grows cool, you guys get out and dry each other off before making your way to the bed.

“Wait, don’t lay down yet.” He walks to the closet and grabs fresh sheets, stripping the bed of the old ones and discarding them in the dirty laundry.

Once the bed is done up with clean sheets, Jake gets you settled with the snacks before climbing in next to you and starting the movie.

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[sacredjake]

Teach Me Masterlist

Pairing: *Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student!Reader

Series Warnings: 18+MDNI! angst, drinking, cursing, inappropriate relationship (TA/professor x 21+ student), mild violence, smut. each part will come with its own, in depth, warnings.

*Sam is actually the Graduate Teaching Assistant for the reader's class, but fills in as the professor while your professor is on maternity leave.

posting schedule & links to chapters and taglist below the cut

Starting your senior year of college you expected the year to throw some challenges your way. Hell, you even welcomed it. You were not expecting, however, the hardest challenge to be your incredibly hot professor.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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[binarysunset17]

Ive never written a fan fiction before but i really wanted some spooky gvf fictions (cuz i love Halloween and spooky season) so i thought id give it a try!

Warnings: swearing, ghostys, poor spelling and grammar

The Cabin Trip

Jake sat in an old wooden chair slightly uncomfortable on the hard surface, he leaned back with his legs tucked up.

Him and Josh decided to stay the night in the old cabin for a ‘nature retreat’. Some place to relax and get away from the hustle and bustle of tour life while they could.  It was October and they’re headed off to Europe for their Starcatcher tour come November.

"yknow autumn would be a lot nicer if it didn’t get dark so fast" Josh motioned as he slipped inside the rigid old wood door, to find Jake pretzeled on the wooden chair.

Jake shrugged his shoulders barley taking his eyes off his book.

"eh, I kinda like it.. don’t have to wear sunglasses all the time."

"HAH- yeah except you do anyway" josh chirped grabbing his jacket and some kindling from a dusty silver tub.

"I get overstimulated alright!" Jake said fake mad turning his head to see josh giving him an eye roll as he turned the corner into the dark hallway.

Josh went out the back door. 'To the firepit to start a fire' Jake assumed given the kindling tucked in his arms as he left. 

Some time passed and the quiet sounds of nature came to a hush. Its almost too quiet. The darkness of night came so quickly Jake hadn’t realized he was sitting in total darkness until his eyes strained to see the words of his book.

He was about to flick on the lamp beside him when he heard a creek in the floorboard down the hall. He almost forgot about Josh outside. Jake paused his motion leaning his head to get a better view of the dark hall.

"Josh?" Jake asked casually into dark. Still paused in his motion of reaching for the lamp. His eyes strained and saw a dark figure walk passed the hall with heist. Quickly Jake finished the motion of turning the lamp on without removing his eyes from the source of the movement. He waited in silence for a second.

"Josh?!" Jake called out annoyed this time. I know you can hear me he thought.

"Seriously Josh fuck off... what are you doing!?" Jake voiced into emptiness. It was deathly quiet all throughout the cabin.

Until a loud bang from the front door opening made Jake jump and rip his eyes off the hallway. Josh walked in completely chipper and said

" oh there you are! what the hell I thought you would’ve came out? some hell,ve a book" he said doubtfully grabbing more kindling under his arm. Jake wide eyed, still shaken up from the bang of the door.

“hey, did you call my name by the way?' Josh asked bent over picking through pieces of wood.

"Yes! I saw you walk down the hall why the fuck didn’t you answer me?!"

josh frowned a confused look matching his twins face.

"I didn’t? I was outside the whole time" Josh said standing straight up slightly irritated

"Why did YOU lock the back door, now I had to walk all the way around to the front?" Josh retaliated.

"I didn’t! -…" Jakes voice trails off remembering the human figure he had seen earlier. If josh was outside the entire time ...jakes head quickly turned back to the hall scanning wide eyed.

" What?!" Josh said more irritated than anything.

Jake stood up not taking his eyes off the hall as he did. He slowly walked towards his twin and pointed to the hall as he spoke.

" There was a person-w-walking past the hall earlier-I saw it!" He spoke in hush tones as if fearing being heard by anyone else but josh. Josh looked at him skeptical, trying to rationalize what Jake was saying.

"No, I’m deadass right now Josh I’m not fucking around!!" Jake pleading Josh to believe him. The seriousness and panic in Jakes eyes were enough.

" .. and you didn’t lock the back door... are you SURE??" Josh said equally hush locking his eyes down the dark hall.

"YES, I’m fucking sure!" Jake said between is teeth.

A thud came from the corner of hall where their eyes couldn’t see.  All corners where pitch black even with the lamp on. They froze not making a breath. Staring at the location of the sound.

The light switch to the hall was far to close to the source of the sound for that to be an option. Plus neither of them could move... even if they could.. would they want to see ?

They stood for what felt like hours. Finally, Josh grabbed Jakes arm lightly and tugged, whispering to him

"we need to go .. like now.."

With that they bolted out the front door and straight to the car without looking back. Jake driving, quickly started the car and made heist down the dirt path back to civilization.

As they drove, dirt dusted up behind them, sparkling under the moon light. Josh looked back to see the dying fire he left was completely out.. and standing by the firepit where Josh had been all night..there was a black figure of a man, with glowing eyes waving at him as the car turned the corner leaving the old cabin behind.

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[dharma-divine]

DIOSKOUROI

Chapter I

Pairing: Twins x (Female) Reader*, endgame TBD

Summary: Given your first taste of freedom in order to attend a prestigious arts academy, you befriend a sweet, charming boy who ultimately proves to be delinquent warlock, desperate to free his equally deceitful twin brother from hell after a necessary betrayal to their coven. You are essential to the brothers’ liberation and reunion, and in the process of learning of their mystic abilities and lineage, you reveal the truth of your own.

(For a more information regarding mythological references and character abilities, please click here)

WARNINGS: None at the moment, though this series will eventually contain adult content. (*this is a love triangle situation, no sort of in*estuous content occurs)

Thank you @garbagevanfleet and @godlyvia for editing and being my betas xx

Taglist: @gardenvanfleet @alwayzthere @sammygvfslut @gretavanhoney @maverick-rose @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw @obetrolncocktails @capturethechaos @tlexx @charlesashton @garagebandvanfleet @myownparadise96 @jakeslovehandles @sparrowofthedawn @danny-wagners-peacesign-necklace @alt-jb @idk-maddie @theweightofstardust

FLECTERE SI NEQUEO SUPEROS, ACHERONTA MOVEBO

The words echo in your mind in a deep, thunderous voice as your vision manifests into a thicket of evergreens. You look up to see an orange glow beyond the treetops, specks of ember rising to melt with the stars. Tendrils of rich foliage loom above you, their sunken arms dusting you with crystalline dewdrops as you maneuver through them. You’re winded — you don’t recall running, but your lungs burn as they gulp in the frigid air, your chest heaving staggered breaths as they try to recover. 

You’re getting closer.

You look down at your feet as they continue to guide you towards the entrancing voice; they’re bare, numb to the nettles and other debris of the forest floor. You curl your stiffened fingertips into tight fists, your nails digging into your palms once you know you’ve reached the last row of trees. You hesitate to reach forward, to push through the remaining branches and step into the clearing before you, the massive beacon of fire blazing in its center.

He’s sitting at the base of the inferno, his legs crossed neatly in front of him, his fingers splayed over his knees. The flames cast dancing shadows across his face, and you realize as you approach that his eyes are shut, his eyelids fluttering frantically as his lips move to match a thunderous voice that is entirely too powerful to be coming from just his small frame alone.

FACTUM FIERI INFECTUM NON POTEST. VENI AD ME, TE ARCESSO 

You don’t know what they mean, but the foreign words strike something deep within you.

“I’m here,” you answer, your voice sounding meek and distant from where it escapes from your lips.

His eyes suddenly open, irises blazing with the same fire that begins to magnify behind him, as if someone just doused it with gasoline. 

“Help me. Save him,” he replies, in a tongue you understand. 

As he breathes the last word, a figure appears within the flames, casted black, but you can tell by the broadened silhouette that it’s also a boy. He just stands there, only his shadow visible within the sweltering heat, but you know that he’s looking at you. You suddenly feel the magnetic pull you’ve been experiencing strengthen, your legs continuing to guide you towards the fire despite the light being nearly blinding. You walk past the boy sitting in the grass, feeling his gaze follow you as you dare to step into the flames. Your watch as you place your foot on the glowing embers, but you don’t feel the burn. You realize you’re numb to the fire entirely, despite the flames lapping up your legs as you venture further. It feels as though you’ve dipped your body in a warm bath. It’s almost comforting. You look up at the dark figure to see that he has an arm extended towards you, his palm facing upwards. You reach out and grab his hand with your own, and you’re shocked to feel the sensation of skin, of calloused fingertips and a plush palm, even though he only appears to be a shadowy void in front of you. You squeeze it as he pulls you closer, leading you deeper into the fire.

You’re finally starting to see his features as you get closer – round eyes, plump lips, wisps of hair that lay gently on his shoulders. He’s a beautiful boy, just like his brother – they have to be brothers. You let go of his hand and start to reach up to caress his cheek when a dull, heavy pain starts to gather in your chest. You clutch at the area, though nothing is there. You start to panic as the pressure quickly grows into a deep pain, and you begin struggling for breath. You frantically grab at your chest, desperate for the pain to stop, and you begin to cry with frustration. You look up at the boy in front of you, wanting to beg for his help, but when you open your mouth, another force suddenly yanks away and out of the fire entirely, dragging you back into the dark woods.

You’re swallowed back into the night at once, stifling sobs once your eyes meet the expanse of the eerie woods once again. 

You feel tired, and hopelessly alone, stuck inside some sick, sick time loop. You want nothing more than to collapse onto the forest floor, to decay and become one with the earth below, your soul seeping into the dirt. 

But your skin pricks at a rush of cold wind, another menacing voice carried with its blow.

Run.

You awaken with a gasp, your hands clutching the pressure on your chest, only for them to meet a pelt of soft fur.

A shrill yowl sounds from the void rested upon you, two yellow eyes blinking open to meet yours.

“Get off,” you scold, sitting up so the lanky black cat is forced to slide off of you, hopping down from the bed and scurrying across the wood floor.

“Why don’t you just let Lazlo love you?” you hear your aunt call just before she enters the open door across the room, steadily carrying a tray in front of her. “He’s sat at your doorway all morning.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble as you attempt to clear your mind of your nightmare, the same one you’ve experienced every night for the last week and a half, rubbing your eyes as she sets the tray across your blanketed lap. “I‘ve told you, I’m just not a cat person.”

She sighs.

You’re rubbing sleep from your eyes when you feel something heavy set in your blanketed lap, and you open them to see a glorious breakfast spread set atop your wooden bed tray, the lucious smell of its contents wafting up at you and melting away your tiredness.

A white, porcelain kettle with dainty pink roses sits in the center, along with a matching teacup and saucer. Two more plates sit on either side of the tea set, a heaping stack of pancakes on one, scrambled eggs and charred bacon on the other — just how you like it.  

You smile at the beautiful spread of food, plucking a strip of bacon and crunching down on it.

Aunt Edith bares a teabag from her gingham apron, placing it in the little porcelain cup before tipping the kettle to pour steaming hot water over it. You catch sight of the tiny slip of paper attached to the string of the teabag, the word protection written across it in black ink.

“Aunt Edith I really appreciate your concern, but I don’t think tea is going to offer me much protection,” you laugh as she dunks the bag a few times to help it seep, the clear water gradually turning a rosy pink color.

“Just drink it please, for me,” she pleads, suddenly sounding distressed as she runs her hands down her apron.

Though her anxiety is usually quite exasperating, you consider it justified today. It’s the first day of your semester at Acaber Academy, a prestigious fine arts school that you had begged her relentlessly to let you apply for, practically threatening your life if she didn’t let you. 

You have been homeschooled by your aunt your entire life, up until you graduated a little over three years ago. It was hard enough growing up alone throughout grade school, but at this point, you’re absolutely yearning for a life beyond the cottage tucked in deep in the woods that you’ve resided in your whole life. You’re miles away from any big cities, the suburbia you read about and watch on film seeming like an entire different universe.

With it just being the two of you (she never married, never had the desire to), it’s pretty easy to sustain most of your food and other necessities yourself. She tends to her lavish garden in her front yard everyday, rotating her crops every season — right now with autumn in full swing, she’s just about ready to harvest her carrots, potatoes, and cabbage. You have a sweet old neighbor a few miles up the road that’s a butcher, and she exchanges some of her fruits and vegetables for fresh meat and milk. She has a chicken coop out back for eggs, and she makes her own soaps, shampoos, and cleaning detergents out of herbal oils and other ingredients she grows. 

Despite the autonomous lifestyle, Aunt Edith lets you wander into the nearest town, a sleepy town still a good twenty minutes away, every so often to buy rice, flour, and other dry goods that she can’t grow herself in bulk at a farmer’s market that congregates at the beginning of every month. The tiny field with dozens of vendors sits just on the edge of the town’s main square, and the visit is always the highlight of your month. Though Aunt Edith is always adamant about you only going to the market, you’ve admittedly let yourself venture into the surrounding shops and bakeries when your purchase leaves a few dollars to spare. You have a painful sweet tooth, and love to stop for ice cream at the creamery that sits on the very corner of the square — a scoop of classic french vanilla in a waffle cone always being your favorite, or to stuff your pockets with bonbons and other candies at the shop next door, with Aunt Edith never keeping sweets in the house that are not of her creation. You always sit on a bench in the center of the square, right next to the courthouse, watching couples and families go by, wishing you had a life like theirs. 

When you were younger you would have to make sure every wrapper and receipt was thrown away by the time you get home, ridding yourself of any evidence of intermingling with the real world because you were certain that Aunt Edith would kill you if she were to find out about your solo adventures, though in recent years you’ve found that you don’t really care. You’re a bit resentful of your aunt for keeping you so sheltered for so long, but you’re willing to let it go now that your freedom is here. It’s been a long time coming, but it’s finally here.

“Did you sleep alright?” she asks, walking over to your closet and flipping through your assortment of coats and sweaters. “You looked a bit startled when you woke up.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you assure, waving your hand dismissively. “Just another weird dream.”

You try to deter them, but the images of the fire and those figures flash back into your memory. This is the third time you’ve had these strange dreams, and they’ve all played out exactly the same way – you running through the forest, entranced by that mystical voice – though the duration of the dreams seem to extend with every night, with tonight being the first time you actually made it into the fire. You recall how surreal it was to not feel the burn of the flames, only a pleasant warmth as they lapped against your skin. 

The first one occurred on your twenty-first birthday, which just passed a little over a week ago. The day wasn’t anything special, as most birthdays aren’t, but Aunt Edith did let you have a sip of red wine she had stored in the basement cellar, serving it in her nicest crystal chalice with your favorite buttercream cake after dinner.

“Just one glass,” she had ordered, and honestly, one glass was all you needed.

The bittersweetness was pleasant on your tongue, and after only a few gulps, you had a fuzzy, warm feeling in your chest, your cheeks flushed. You went to bed promptly after, prancing up the stairs, your head full of giggles.

You fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed, your mind suddenly entranced in vivid visions of fire and night. You've never had such lucid dreams before, and you rarely ever recall them the morning after, but these are so clear they feel as if you’ve actually lived them. The only details blurry to you are the faces of the figures, and though the thought of reliving them again scares you, you hope for them to be revealed eventually. You feel bound to them, almost as if they were a part of a past life.

Aunt Edith justifies these dreams as your unconscious anxiety for starting school, and for eating too many sweets before bed. At this point, you don’t care to elaborate on them anymore.

She hands you the teacup once it’s seeped, urging you to place it against your lips.

“Well, there’s no need to ponder on it. Drink up.”

The tea is earthy and bitter, and you struggle to get it down. You wish for a spoonful of sugar or honey, but you don’t see any in the spread before you, and don’t care to bother your aunt any further after the effort she made with this breakfast. So, you gulp it down until you feel the grainy sediment of the herbs hit your tongue.

After breakfast, you walk out onto your front porch to get a feel for what weather the day will bring. The painted wood of the deck is cold against your bare feet as you step onto the porch, stretching your limbs when you catch a ray of sunlight that slips between the clouds above. It’s a brisk fall day, but pleasantly so, a chill running through your body only when a swift rush of wind wisps around you. 

After a few minutes of soaking in the fresh air, you step back inside and pad over back to your bedroom, swinging your closet door open and eyeing your eclectic arrangement of clothes. You decide on a black and white plaid dress with tights and knee socks, along with your favorite black loafers with the silver buckles. You pull a coat with fur trimmings over the whole ensemble, as well as a red beanie and scarf. 

You walk over to your bag and do one last run through of all the items you read that you needed online – a journal for each subject, a zipper pouch filled with your favorite assortment of pens and pencils, a few folders, and – contributing to most of the weight – your hefty textbooks, which you hope you will not have to carry the entirety of the semester because just heaving the bag over your shoulder makes your back ache.

“Alright,” you call out to Aunt Edith as you walk into your entryway, grabbing your keys from the hook. “I’m leaving.”

“Oh, look at you,” she gushes as she walks in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. “You look beautiful, so grown up. Be safe, sweetie. I know you drive into town sometimes but it’s a lot different where you’re headed. Watch for traffic, especially since you don’t have a license yet — we need to get that done soon. God, I should’ve done a test drive with you first. Don’t talk to strangers, maybe make a few friends but don’t go out to any parties they invite you to. And please  —“

“I got it, I got it,” you laugh, unlocking the front door and stepping out. “I promise I’ll be safe. Love you too.”

The wind nips gently at your legs through your thin tights, though you don’t mind. You trot down your gravel driveway, admiring the garden that is already beginning to sprout with gourds and autumn greens. 

You get to your truck parked at the very end of the gravel, hopping in and shivering at how cold the leather seat is against the exposed bits of your body. You quickly turn the ignition and switch on the heat, rubbing your hands together once the warm air begins to pipe through it.

When you pass the street you usually turn on to go to the farmer’s market, you have to fish out your phone to pull up the directions to the academy. You find your maps app and typing each letter of Acaber Academy into the search bar, flicking your eyes from your screen to the road with each letter. You get to the second ‘a’ in academy when you start to feel panicked and that you should just pull over. You sigh, tossing your phone in the passenger seat and focusing back on the road. 

Just as you’re about to veer over to the stop lane, a brown figure dashes in front of you, and you slam on the breaks. Your tires screech to a halt, stopping just inches from the startled deer that stares bewilderingly from the street. Your heartbeat roars in your eardrums, your shaking hand pressing down on your horn to scare it back into the woods where it came from.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe to yourself, chest heaving as the adrenaline leaves you trembling.

You stare blankly at the road for a second, trying to refrain from thinking what would have happened if you had still been distracted with the directions on your phone.

☽ ✩ ☾

After a few laps around the parking lot, you finally find a lucky spot at the very front. You hastily pull into it, shutting your car off and falling back into your seat with a huff. 

You look at the campus that’s laid before you, and at all of other students zipping around you, en route to their own classes. On top of the waves of anxiety from earlier still washing over you, your stomach is full of anxious butterflies, having rarely ever been around so many people your own age. After giving yourself a few affirmations, you push open your door and step out into the brisk autumn air. You sling your book bag over your shoulder, the action exciting you — you always saw it in movies, the outcast main character, their heads bowed low, anxious to face whatever adventures await them in the halls before them. You hope you’re in for something exciting.

You pull up a map of the campus on your phone, then the screenshot of your class schedule that had been emailed to you the night before. 

9a-10:20a — Maple Lecture Hall, Room 444 — Professor Stalenberg

You squint as you look for Maple Hall on the map, finally locating it on the far left. You begin your trek in the general direction, trying to use the buildings and landmarks you pass by to guide you. Pollock Library, Cypress Performing Arts Center, Eden Sculpture Garden, the signs for all these unfamiliar places start to overwhelm you. You don’t see them labeled anywhere, and you begin to panic that you’ve gone the wrong way. You know you look frantic, your face buried in your phone as you attempt to read the tiny letters on the map, your eyes wide as they dart around to see where you are in relation to it. You’re so distracted in fact, that you don’t notice the person stopped in front of you, and you end up slamming right into their back, your phone flying from your hand and into the grass in front of the both of you.

“Oh, god,” you blurt, cupping your mouth in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” a cheery voice responds from over their shoulder, bending down with their back still to you. “It’s my fault for stopping on such a busy sidewalk.”

They turn around, extending a slender arm with your phone in hand. You look up to see the sweet face of a boy, a toothy grin spread across his lips, the tight curls of his hair bouncing with the light breeze. 

“No, it’s—” you stutter, taking your phone from him. “It’s fine.”

You can’t help but freeze for a moment, stunned at the sight of him. He’s enchanting, his dark lashes batting from your tattered phone to you, his irises pools of warm amber that glint charmingly once they meet yours.

“You need help?” he asks, leaning forward to look at the map that’s still pulled up on your screen.

He smells like a wonderful mix of amber and vanilla, his curls coming only inches away from tickling your shoulder.

“I do, actually,” you nod, trying your best not to look flustered as you hand the phone back over to him. “It’s my first day.”

“Like, ever? You don’t look like a first year,” he says, studying you for a moment. 

Your cheeks warm at his gaze. You nod, a smile curving your lips. “Like, ever. I’m twenty-one, I guess most twenty-one -year-olds are in their first or third year, but I had a bit of a late start.”

“No shame in that,” he nods back. “Better late than ever. What’s held you back, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My aunt, she,” you begin, trying your best to word your thoughts correctly. “She’s a bit overprotective.”

“Mmm,” he purses his lips, looking past you as if he’s contemplating your reason. “Well, welcome to Acaber. I’m Josh.”

The boy extends out a hand, and you reach out to squeeze it, the scratchy wool on the cuffs of his coat tickling your fingertips.

Josh continues to study your phone for a few more moments before handing it back. 

“Maple is right this way,” he chimes as he starts walking, to your dismay, in the exact opposite direction you were going in.

You feel your cheeks blush with embarrassment but you quickly brush it off, falling into step next to your new friend.

“So, Josh,” you say, your breath billowing from your lips against the chilled air. “What year are you?”

“Well, I guess I had a bit of a late start myself,” he explains, glancing over at you. “This is only my second semester, I transferred last spring.”

“Oh,” you say, raising your brow. “Well what are you studying?”

“History,” he says, flashing a smile at you.

“That’s so vague,” you laugh. “What kind of history? American? Literature?”

“Classical” he answers, turning a corner and chuckling when you shuffle to follow. “Classical studies.”

“Oh, and what does that focus on exactly?” you ask.

“Ancient civilizations, linguistics, art, mostly of the Greeks and Romans–”

He pauses to look at the building he has suddenly halted in front of. 

“Which includes our Art of Ancient Greece class that we have together,” he says, giving you a cheeky smile. “What are the odds?”

“What are the odds,” you beam, following him up the steps to the building.

You watch fondly as his hair bounces with each step up the stairs, turning back to you once to make sure you’re keeping up. You anticipated making friends, but certainly not this quickly, and not with someone this cute.

Josh catches one of the front doors as someone swings through it, holding it open for you to walk through it with a toothy grin.

Upon entering, you’re wafted with the smell of old books, mahogany, and to your delight, coffee, the expanse of halls and corridors much more grand than you anticipated. Two more sets of stairs are laid out before you, one set leading up to the second floor that winds above you, another that descends into the vast space below, rows upon rows of desks ornamented with glowing lamps, students gathered around some as they mingle. 

“This is gorgeous,” you breathe, gazing around the ornate ceiling and sculptures displayed along the walls, some of philosophers, some of deities you recognize from skimming through your textbooks.

“Yeah, this is not your average college campus, I suppose,” Josh chirps, leading the way up the ascending staircase.

When passing the second floor, you notice where the coffee scent is coming from; a small counter is nestled into the far corner of one of the rooms, a handwritten chalkboard and collection of old leather seats and booths making it the perfect burrow to study or have a quiet break.

On the third floor the library, which you only pass by briefly so as to not disturb anyone. It’s much quieter there, and you only see a few students wandering around the massive rows of shelves that ascend from its furthest wall, all stacked tightly with tomes and other old, worn books.

You finally reach the fourth floor, and you’re admittedly out of breath as Josh finally takes a turn down one of the dark corridors, the seceding pattern of arches along its ceiling making it feel like a never ending tunnel. You catch glimpses of each classroom as you walk by their opened doors, all occupied by their own handful of students, and you wonder what each of them are here to study, and if any of them are as new and anxious as you are at this moment.

You eventually make it to the end of the long hall and Josh turns towards a set of large double doors, one slightly ajar.

“Here we are,” he says, somehow not heaving for breath like you are. “Room 444.”

He pulls the door open to reveal a massive lecture hall, the seats nearly full at this point except for the very back rows, the quiet murmur of voices echoing off the expanse of walls around you. You glance at the time to find that it’s about five til.

Without a word, Josh leads the way down the middle aisle that separates the rows of seats, before shuffling down a few chairs. You follow closely behind him, dodging each seat as it pushes against his hip and springs back. He finally plops down into one towards the back left corner, and you slump into the one to his left. 

In that moment, you hear a door towards the front of the hall clammer open, and in walks an older gentleman, dressed in a gray tweed suit and a brown briefcase gripped firmly to his side. He walks confidently, his head of grayed hair and stern face held high as he makes his way to the podium at the front of the class.

“He’s a great professor, from what I’ve heard,” Josh whispers to you as he leans forward and pulls a black notebook from his bag. “But he grades a bit tough.”

“Then why are we sitting all the way in the back?” you ask with a laugh as you follow suit, also pulling a notebook and pen from your bag. “Isn’t it statistically proven that students who sit in the back do the worst?”

“Don’t worry about your statistics,” he jests back, flashing you a grin and a wink. “I wouldn’t get to guide you through the basics if we sat at the front, we’d be too disruptive.”

You nod, noting how his voice seems to naturally carry itself, and you’re already a bit anxious that people can hear you, even though the closest person is at least five rows in front of you. 

“Plus, all we gotta do is get the information and study together in the library at least once a week, and we’ll be golden?”

You blush, turning to him to look him in the eye.

“Are you already planning our study dates? I just met you fifteen minutes ago, who said I’d be studying with you?” you joke, and you’re impressed with your ability to flirt.

His eyes widen, a devious smirk crossing his face.

“Of course you are,” he says matter of factly, tapping his pen against the slab of wood above his lap. “I’ve already got it all planned out. You won’t be able to survive this place without me.”

☽ ✩ ☾

It’s about 6pm when you’re finally pulling into your driveway, your eyelids heavy with sleepiness. To your surprise, you find your aunt in the garden, bent over and fiddling with one of the plants, a wicker basket full of a variety of vegetables at her side.

“I’m home,” you call out, and she pops her head up in surprise.

“Oh, wonderful!” she leaps up, standing up to brush the soil off her knees and walking over to you. “I was just getting a few veggies for dinner, we’re having stew. I’ve already got some tomatoes simmering inside.” 

“That sounds fantastic,” you smile, your stomach grumbling at the thought of dinner, having not eaten since Josh's granola bar. 

“Go get washed up, and you can tell me all about your day, I can’t wait to hear about it,” she sings, motioning you inside.

Thirty minutes later, you are sitting at your dinner table with a big bowl of steaming stew and a slice of fresh garlic bread. 

“So, did everything go well?” Aunt Edith asks, sliding into the seat across from you with her own bowl.

“Oh my gosh,” you beam, mixing around the hearty chunks of potatoes and carrots with your spoon. “It was amazing. I got a little lost when I first got there, but this really nice boy helped me find my way around.”

You blush a bit when Aunt Edith raises her eyebrows at you with the word boy.

“His name is Josh, and I feel like we’re gonna be good friends.”

“Is he handsome?” She asks, clearly not able to help herself.

“I mean…” Your face grows warm as you take your first bite of stew. “Sure, he is. He has a really nice smile, and a cute head of curls. But it’s not like I’m looking to date — not yet, at least. That’s definitely skipping a few steps in my independence, and I think I need to get my bearings first.”

“Good,” your aunt says, smiling between bites.”I’m glad that’s how you’re going about this. Better to play it safe.”

You nod, but you can’t help the tingly feeling that arises in your stomach at the thought of where your newfound friendship could go.

You make it to bed at around eleven after doing a few introductory discussion posts for your art history class. You find it fun getting to write a little blurb about yourself, mentioning your love of romance novels and gardening. You scroll through a few of the posts already listed, your heart leaping when you find the one you were looking for.

Greetings, my name is Josh and I’m a second year student here at Acaber, studying classical history. In my free time, I enjoy indulging in a good film, attending one of our stunning theater productions, or perhaps debating the nuances of life with my fellow peers. I hope this semester goes swimmingly for everyone. Yasou!

☽ ✩ ☾

“You’ve finally found her,” Jake repeats as he stares up at the ceiling, the flame dancing across his features

“I have, and she’s everything we hoped for,” Josh replies, smiling down at his brother. “She’s strong, beautiful, and so smart. It’s going to take a bit more time for me to gain her trust, but we’re almost there. “

“Please.” Jake insists, turning his head to look at him. “There’s no rush, we’ve already come this far, and I don’t want her to feel betrayed and back out when you break the news to her. Let everything come naturally. Remember that she’s a gift, not just a tool used to fix our problems. I’ll be fine, just take your time.”

He sits up while trying to croak out the last comment, letting out a gravely cough into the crook of his elbow.

Though he knows Jake is trying to be strong, and he certainly has a good point, it’s becoming increasingly difficult for Josh to focus on anything other than getting his brother the hell out of, well, hell.

Even with the countless times Jake has told him to not worry, and that he’s fine, he knows he is struggling immensely at this point. They’re twins after all, and the perpetual weight of guilt for Jake’s pain sits in his chest like a heavy stone, making it hard to even breathe every time he looks at him.

He sees how much his demeanor has changed so much since the fateful night they were separated. He used to carry himself with such a jubilant confidence, a shimmer in his eyes that danced with mischief and a lust for thrill, which has now frosted over into dull gloom, worn by reparations for a sin that was not his own. 

The heartache is what keeps Josh going, even though part of him worries that if it’s not done soon, it’ll be too late, that Jake will be withered to dust by the time he finally reaches him.

“I have to go,” Josh whispers, deciding to cut their meeting short, his voice almost catching in his throat as he holds himself together.

“See you later,” Jake sighs, his voice heavy with sleep, his eyelids slowly blinking closed. “I love you.”

Josh grabs the snuffer from the hook on the wall, looking at his brother one more time before extinguishing the flame with its cold metal bell. 

“I love you too. We’ll be together again soon, I promise.”

And just like that, Josh is back in his room, hunched over at his study desk as he stares at the silver thread of smoke that dances above its charred wick, the sweet vanilla of their meeting tinged with a bitter, ashen goodbye.

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[jakekiszska]

sticky sweet

vampire!jake kiszka x female!reader

a/n: finally vampire!jake is back. this is another fic i posted in october of last year on my old blog, stardustschords. i have edited it slightly and added more. 🤍

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. mentions of drinking, mentions of blood.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @singingmangoes @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama @bluevelvetgvf

the music inside the club was loud. incredibly loud, droning, vibrating through the floor and up into the warm bodies. it was pissing jake off.

“such a pretty face, on a pretty neck, she’s driving me crazy… but i’m into it…,” he heard blaring over the speakers. a few girls at a table nearby drunkenly sang along, butchering the words.

jake scoffed as he stepped into the crowd, eyeing the people as they danced around. he hated the music… the scenery… he had a general disdain for human activity. but, he needed to feed.

every year he chose the club scene to pick his prey— the victims were usually more willing here, intoxicated and invited in by his pretty face. it usually didn’t take him long to find someone and go in for the kill, but this time, it was different. the air in the club felt off… there was something amiss.

he’d roamed around for a moment before he spotted you, sitting at the bar tapping at your phone. if he’d been breathing, the saccharine sweet scent rolling off your body would’ve knocked the air from his lungs. he sauntered over to you, hopping up on to the neighboring barstool. he turned his body to face yours and asked, “can i buy you a drink?”

you look up at him, intrigued by what you saw sitting before you. he wasn’t a tall man, maybe average height, and he had long dark hair that had the slightest wave to it. he wore black jeans, shoes, and a long sleeved black shirt. he also wore large framed sunglasses, which you found strange… but also sexy.

“no, but thank you. i don’t drink.” you answer.

he huffed a laugh before responding, “neither do i.”

“why are you at the club, then?” he questioned, and it’s your turn to laugh when you counter, “why are you?”

“touchè.”

you looked back down at your phone, mesmerized by an influx of messages coming in from your friends, when you felt him reach out and graze a finger lightly over a vein the back of your hand. “can i help you?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, and he chuckles. “sorry. your skin just looked really soft.”

you shake your head, refocusing your attention to your phone, and he lazily drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at the crease of your elbow. you shoot him a pointed glare, but all he does is chuckle. he runs his fingers along your skin again, and you shiver.

“wanna leave?” he asks, and you laugh, tipping your head back.

“are you crazy? we just met. i don’t even know your name.”

he leans close to you, his breath fanning your face, and whispers, “i’m jake.”

you suddenly feel drunk, though you’re sober, and you quietly mumble out, “y/n.”

he laughs, and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body off the stool and bracing you against his side. “c’mon, let me get you home.”

a million thoughts are swirling around inside your mind and you feel truly intoxicated. all you know is that this stranger, jake, is guiding you… and you’re letting him.

you make it to what you believe to be his car, and he helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in. he walks around to the drivers side and gets in himself before asking you your address. you reluctantly share it with him, but to your surprise, he actually takes you to your place.

“let me help you inside.” he commands, and you nod at him. you give him your key so he can unlock the door, and he helps you through the frame before walking you towards the couch. you let your body slump into it, your vision hazy, and you see jake kneel before you. you look up at him, and you have the sudden urge to thread your fingers through his hair… so you do.

“jake. you’re so pretty. can i see your eyes, please?” you ask, your tone slightly whiny. you’re wondering why his sunglasses are still on. he stifles a laugh, but he figures he’s about to kill you anyway, so it doesn’t matter. he pulls his glasses off but keeps his eyes closed, and you suck in a breath when you notice he’s got smudged black eye makeup framing his eyes. you never knew something like that could get you going, but it did.

“open them… please?” you plead, and he does, very slowly. his irises are jet black, and you suck in a harsh breath. a slow, dark laugh begins to pour itself from his lips, and you’re more terrified of how turned on you are than anything else. “jake… i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?” you ask, and he stops laughing instantly, his glare turning cold.

in all his years, jake had never felt emotion like this. he’d never indulged in his prey, never let them kiss him, touch him… he always simply went for the kill. he hated humans… but with you it felt different. he blinked slowly before looking you up and down, and then he nodded. “yes. you can kiss me.”

the minute you connect your lips to his you feel electric shocks pulsate through your body. unbeknownst to you, jake feels the same. he stands from his position in front of you to lean over your body, and you use your grip in his hair to pull him down on top of you. his arms meet the couch on either side of your head and he crawls to hover over you, slipping a knee between your legs.

you slide your tongue past his lips, and you gasp when you feel that the inside of his mouth is cool, inviting you in like sweet mint. you lick across the roof of his mouth before sliding your tongue along the back of his teeth, and you gasp as your tongue meets the sharp edge of what you think is a fang. although it scares you, you’re so caught up in the euphoria of what you’re doing, you can’t bring yourself to actually care.

you remove your hands from his hair, raking your nails down his still clothed back. once your fingertips reach the hem of his shirt, you tug on it, signaling that you want it off. he obliges, reaching an arm behind his back and grabbing the neckline of the tee, pulling it off in one go. you admire his toned, tanned abdomen, skirting your fingers down his chest.

you look up and meet his gaze, watching as he smirks at you. you can tell he wants your shirt off too, so you pull it over your head, leaving your silky black bra exposed. he groans above you before sliding an arm up your back and tangling his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck. you gasp as he tugs lightly, and he suddenly flips you so that he’s sitting against the couch with you on top of him.

from the new position in his lap you could easily maneuver your arms around his neck, so you wrapped them around his throat. you brushed the hair off his shoulder and leaned in to press a kiss to his collarbone, eliciting a gasp from his lips. you watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure, and you licked a stripe up his neck. his skin tasted sweet, like warm butterscotch melting onto your tongue, and you peppered kisses along his jaw before meeting his lips again.

you felt his hands dance along your sides before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. you shrug it off and then you moan as you feel him thumb over your nipple. “fuck, jake…” you sigh, and you can feel him smile against your lips. he pushes you back slightly to break the kiss before leaning down to flick your nipple with his tongue. he keeps eye contact with you as he continues to swirl his tongue around it, using his pointer finger and thumb to squeeze the other one. you lean back, arching forward into him before you hear him command, “take them off.”

you know he wants you to fully undress, but you make sure he knows that he has to as well. you stand from your place atop him and unbutton your jeans, attempting to take them off sensually. he laughs at your before undoing the clasp of his belt and then unbuttoning his own jeans. he pulls them off, along with his underwear, and you watch as his cock springs up against his abdomen. you slide your panties down your legs next, and then you look at him with your head turned slightly, a silent plea to take him between your lips.

he doesn’t give you an explicit answer, so you drop to your knees before him, wrapping your hand slowly around the base. you bring your lips down to the tip, sticking your tongue out slowly to lick across the slit. you can see him tip his head back, a soft moan escaping him. you take the tip into your mouth slowly, teasing him. you learn quickly that his patience is thin, because he threads his fingers through your hair again and tugs you off of him. he holds your head steady and takes himself into his own hand, slapping his cock against your cheek. “we’re gonna do this at my pace, okay?” he breathes, and you nod your head the best you can.

you open your mouth for him again and he slides you down onto his length until it hits the back of your throat, and you gag. immediately he begins to fuck your face, and tears sting at the corner of your eyes. you try to keep your eyes open to look at him, but you falter every now and then. you’re caught up in the pleasure of it, hanging on to every broken sound and curse that leaves his lips. without warning he pulls you off completely, and you almost mourn the loss of contact. “please…” you hear him start, his voice distant, “i need to fuck you.”

you climb back into his lap and position yourself above him, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding it through your folds before sinking down onto him. you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, digging crescent shapes into his shoulders with your nails. he barely gives you any time to adjust before grabbing you by your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down and you let out an audible scream.

once you regain the slightest bit of composure you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage and gyrate your hips around him slowly before you start to ride him. he holds you by your sides, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. you reach down a hand to rub circles onto your clit but before you can, he smacks your arm away and does it himself. strings of pleasure attach themselves to every nerve ending in your body as you work yourselves closer to the edge.

“jake, i-i’m… i’m gonna cum,” you manage to stutter out, pleasure overtaking your body. before you can, he reaches out and grasps your jaw, turning your head to expose your neck and making sure you can’t move. as he continues to fuck up into you, sending you over the edge with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, he sinks his teeth into your neck. he holds your head steady as you writhe on top of him, a mixture of the overwhelming pain and pleasure. after a few moments he pulls away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

your body slumps forward, blood streaming down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, dripping all over your body and his. you connect your lips to his, tasting your own blood in his mouth, and he lets out a soft moan before chuckling.

the lyrics from the song in the club come back to him, and he laughs at the irony of the words as the hot stream of blood running down your neck drips onto his body.

“hard candy dripping on me til’ my feet are wet.” replays in his head.

you begin to quickly lose conciousness, and he pulls of off of him before laying you on your side, your head lulling over. he’d refrained from draining your body— the atmosphere in the club had let him know his other half had been nearby.

he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, “my mate. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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[gardensgatekeeper]

Watching Over

I never imagined I’d be sitting in a courtroom watching my best friend be accused of murder. I also never thought I’d see the day where I wasn’t sure if I could trust the one person I thought I knew everything about.

--

24 year old Isabella “Izzie” Rotterdam lives in the sleepy town of Chesterville, Ohio where everyone knows everything about everything. Things couldn’t have been more normal in this picturesque community until the body of Jenny Evans was found brutally murdered along the Kokosing River one summer morning. The town was quick to point fingers at Jenny’s ex boyfriend and Izzie’s best friend, Danny Wagner, but without any concrete evidence and no other leads, the Chesterville County Police were forced to stop the investigation and the case went cold, along with Danny and Izzie’s friendship.

One year later, Izzie finds herself in a position where she can no longer run from her past. If there’s any chance and finding peace and clarity, she’ll have to face her demons head on to get the answers she’s been searching for all this time.

But things aren’t as simple as they may seem. Everyone in this town has secrets and some will go to extreme lengths to keep them hidden. It’s about time the skeletons in their closet were exposed…

MASTERLIST

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4 (coming soon!)

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