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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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The Spot

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x GN!Reader

Wc: 2k

Cw(s): Angst, mentions of coke and the reader doing coke (you're a business major, sue me for accuracy), video game talk, like a single swear word, not good writing (tell me if it sucks ass)

Summary: The spot brought you together once and it'll bring you together for a final time

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It was a strange place to meet, but you met the gorgeous man at an arcade. You were absolutely demolishing your friend at Street Fighter before he offered for you to play someone better than you. He was cocky, you liked it.

Of course, you took him up on the offer. You were an undefeated champ in Street Fighter (except for when you played your old man, who showed you the game but had been playing since the 80s), so you were confident enough to take him on.

He knew all the combos on practically every character, and his reflexes where beyond those of anyone that you'd ever played.

The stranger was a perfect match of your skill level.

No numbers were exchanged that day, not even names. Only a promise of returning the following Friday night to play Galaga and see who would reign victorious.

It was followed through.

Jake gave you his name when you beat him in the first round of Galaga. Then his number when he beat you in the second round.

After that night, you both were inseparable, even after the honeymoon period. He took you on dates, bought you flowers every now and again that always had a hidden meaning that you'd have to find out. Jake introduced you to his family, and you introduced him to yours. The Kiszkas simply adored you, and your family seemed to love Jake like a son after only the first few times he came over.

But Friday nights, you two always went to the arcade. It was a haven, of joy and laughter, of memories of first meetings, of safety and comfort. The smell of popcorn and candy gave you an instant sense of comfort, the laughter of small children made you smile instantly.

After two years of arcade nights, they stopped.

Jake's music career had taken off, and you just stayed in Frankenmuth. He begged you to come with him, tour with the band, the boys love you and they wouldn't mind having you with them on the road. But you couldn't. Jake's dream was groundbreaking, and though you'd supported him through the entire thing, you couldn't abandon the life you were making in the meantime.

While Jake was off, making music that was surely amazing, you worked your ass off with full-time school. You went to the University of Michigan-Dearborn, for business.

Once you got your MBA after long and tough two years, you celebrated with all of your fellow classmates, only to hear that your beloved arcade was to be sold and turned into a clothing shop.

You put the business degree into action, buying the arcade. It was a good investment, loved by many of the town's children and teenagers. You wouldn't be able to ever step foot in it again, but it was too precious to see get turned into a fucking Brandy Melville. All that had to change was the name on the arcade.

Upon your return to Frankenmuth, it was a strange feeling to see it up in the neon sign. The Spot. It was what you and Jake always called it. But now, your inside joke, would become the name on so many children's tongues. Your heart warmed at the feeling before you put your hands in your pockets and turned away. With all the will in the world, the soles of your shoes could never touch that black and purple carpet again.

"It's different," you told your friend. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, looking your direction while the two of you sat on a park bench. "It's so small compared to Detroit. There're no people around."

"Fair enough. I think it's...quaint," Cody said.

You had brought Cody along for the signing of the deed. He had been your roommate for two years, and you didn't think you'd be able to part ways with him after being crammed in that small basement apartment you shared. The plan was to return to Detroit in a few days, to get your bachelor's together come September and upgrade from the basement apartment.

But, for now, you wanted to show Cody where you came from. Enjoy a moment with him.

"Think anyone makes it snow around here, or is this town too small for that," he asked you after checking his stocks on his phone. You smiled, pulling out your own phone and giving your old plug a call.

In half an hour, you had an 8ball.

You were business students, after all.

When the sun had gone down, the two of you made your way into town to grab something at a pub. Your parents were at the neighbour's cottage for the weekend, so you and Cody essentially just got to muck about for the weekend.

"This band must really be something," Cody hummed to himself, looking into a shop window. You looked.

A bird back in Detroit could hear your heart shatter and a worm in the dirt could feel your chest tighten.

"They're from here, y'know," you muttered, not taking your eyes off the t-shirts and posters displayed in front of you. Jake was still just as beautiful.

The light in his eye was captured by the camera, even brighter than you had ever seen. Jake was living his dream, like he set out to do. He was finally happy, finally with all the pieces in place. But it hurt. You didn't know why, but it hurt.

"Y'ever give them a listen? They seem like your vibe."

"No," you replied softly. How could you? How could you listen to Jake's guitar without crying, without thinking of the nights you'd spend at his house, listening to him strum random chords and write you love songs on the spot? You were sure they were good, you were certain of it. But you couldn't bear to hear his sweet strumming.

"Hey, would a bump in the bathroom help?" Cody asked, putting his arm around your shoulders and dragging you away from the shop.

You smiled to the blond boy that cared so strongly for you, "Yeah. It would."

True to his word, Cody took you into the boys bathroom of the nearest bar. You ran into one of the boys you went to high school with, then a group of them when you came out of the bathroom. They gave you tight hugs and bought shots for you and Cody when they found out that it was you who saved the arcade.

Later in the night, your phone buzzed. It was probably just Erin, back in Detroit, venting about her girlfriend.

Then it buzzed again. Maybe it was Nicky, sending you pictures of the raccoons he saw around the city.

But when you finally checked your phone, your heart stopped beating and it was hard to breathe. Because you were wrong, so violently wrong.

It was Jake.

Meet me at our spot

Meet me at the spot

You left. You told Cody where you'd be going, you said goodbye to everyone, but you left in a hurry. You had to get a mile away, and to the arcade.

And there he was.

His silhouette was perfectly outlined in the bright light of the full moon and the various street lamps. Jake's hair was much longer now, but his posture was no better as he sat on the bench outside of the arcade, facing the arcade and away from you.

No words could come out of your throat, so you didn't greet him. You just sat beside him, not looking at him, and not close enough to touch him. But you could still hear the sharp intake of breath when he noticed your arrival. You could still feel the warmth coming off of him in waves. You could still smell the Old Spiced scent of his cologne.

"You came," he whispered. Without any warning, your stomach turned to television static and your palms became sweaty. You nodded. "I wasn't sure you would."

"I was," you responded, making Jake take a deep breath at your voice.

"The name...it changed," Jake pointed out.

Once again, you nodded, this time finally looking at Jake's perfect side profile, "I bought it."

Jake looked back at you and pain struck your heart. It stung like the most brutal knife and felt like someone was squeezing your heart too tightly. "You...you bought the arcade?" You nodded. "Was it going to be replaced or something?" You nodded again. Jake frowned deeply. "So you saved the arcade."

You didn't nod this time, just turning your head to the brightly coloured building in front of you two. The sign was lit up in a dark purple and a few signs were still on inside. But, besides that, it was dark. It was empty, and cold.

"Is that why you came back?" Jake asked. You nodded. "Jesus, Y/n, please, just say something," Jake plead. His voice cracked a bit and you could hear the frustration and sadness in his tone. "Please. I just want to hear your voice."

"I came back to sign the papers. We're going back to Detroit on Tuesday." Your voice shook while your eyes glossed over. You looked back to Jake who seemed just as heartbroken as he did two and a half years ago. "I missed you."

Relieved at your admission, Jake sighed happily, "I've missed you too."

"How'd you know I was in town?"

"I saw you at the park, sitting with that blond boy," Jake told you, emotion changing on a dime. But you couldn't help but crack a small smile.

"That'd be Cody. He's my roommate, has been since we met in Detroit," you told him absentmindedly. Jake's heavy heartbeat could be seen from the pulse point in his neck. "He almost didn't come...he didn't want to leave his girlfriend back in the city for too long."

"I didn't leave you," the long haired boy said quickly. Your eyes snapped to his. They were full of a flame of longing, of sadness. "I wanted you with me forever."

"Sometimes, forever just doesn't last that long, I guess," you replied somberly. "We want different things, Jakey. We were destined to end like that. It doesn't mean we didn't love each other, that we didn't mean the things we said when we were young."

Jake didn't say anything, and you almost begged him to speak. But you didn't. You turned back to the arcade and envisioned the two of you, walking in for the first time together as a couple. Your arms were linked together as you strolled up to the Bubble Bobber machine and fed it coin after coin before going to the Pac-Man machine.

That day, you split a cotton candy cone that turned both of your lips blue. You stayed at the arcade till it closed at 9, then sat on this very bench, sharing a red slushie and having your hands laced together.

With a smooth movement, you went to stand, before Jake held your wrist. You looked to him, his cheeks tear stained and eyes puffy. A tear fell from your left eye before your right as you looked on to the boy that you loved first.

"Don't go...not yet," he asked, voice enough to have you crying even harder.

You sat back down, closer to Jake. Without a word, you held the hand that had held your wrist, intertwining your fingers with his. Jake gave you a heartbreaking smile before you put your head on his shoulder, eyes gazing back to The Spot.

"If you knew then, what you know now," Jake whispered after a few moments had passes and the tears had subsided. "Would anything be different?"

Silence enveloped the two of you for a minute. "Everything is as it should be, Jakey, I promise you."

You got up, and Jake didn't stop you this time. He looked up at you. You gave him a warm smile and a kiss on his salty and tight cheek, before leaving him at your spot. Jake watched as you went, listened to your shoes hit the pavement, until you turned a corner and your footsteps became too far to hear.

#jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka angst #jake kiszka oneshot #gvf one shot #oneshot #one shot #x reader

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Old Habits are Hard to Break

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x GN!Reader

Wc: 1.6k

Cw(s): Possible typos, angst, might make a couple bitches sad idk

Summary: Neither of you can shake the old routines.

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The bed was cold went you woke up, but you didn't care. At long last, you'd finally gotten more than 3 hours of sleep during the night - it was more than you've gotten in so many days that you'd lost count. Sleeping on your own was hard now, because you'd gotten so used to not being alone.

You rose like the dead, becoming wrapped in the cold of your room. It was dark and smelt a bit like sweat and dirty clothes. You didn't want to be in there, not any more. The days of loving spending days being in your bed, doing sweet fuck all, except being with him were long gone, but the memory still stung your heart, poisoning it a bit more every time.

It was almost as if your routine had become robotic. Your body knew what to do while your mind remained void of any thoughts and emotions. Not even realizing it, your hands grabbed two cups while the coffee machine was still dripping.

Putting your mind in an even further haze, the smell of coffee invaded the small kitchen. The dark, rich scent, that you had come to hate still seemed to take your mind further and further off the ground.

Your mind only turned on to realize your mistake. After you had poured the creamer and sugar in the cups, you noticed the second cup. It was in his cup. Just the way he liked it, the way you made it every morning since he moved in.

The fragrance of the freshly brewed coffee entranced you, swirling around in your every sense, making a small smile grow on your lips. As the sound of the drip was nearing the end, you got out the sugar and creamer Sam bought. It had vanilla extract in it, which Sam adored. He was all for trying out different types of creamers, but his heart was set on the vanilla creamer now.

To perfection, you made both of your coffees. Sam's in his powder blue mug that had a wider bell and narrower base, and yours in a purple mug that had sides that curved up to the bell that was just slightly more wide than the base.

When you brought the cups into the bright room, he was still asleep. Sam's beautiful locks splayed on the pillow behind him, the thick comforter had replaced you in his arms, tucked tightly against him. You couldn't help but smile at how pretty he was when the morning sun hit him like this.

"Sammy, Sweetheart," you whispered, perching yourself on the side of the bed and putting the cups on the bedside table. Gently, you stroked his back, using your nails to lightly graze over his soft skin. Sam hummed underneath you before rolling over.

His eyes that matched the coffee that was still in the dripping pot opened slightly, becoming pools of amber in the early sun. Sam smiled at you before taking you in his arms and rolling you back onto the bed to cuddle up to you again, just as you had woken up.

"Sammy!" You laughed. Sam pulled you tighter against his body, warmth radiating off him.

"Good morning, I love you." He started every day with these words, wanting you to start every day knowing that he loved you. All Sam wanted was for you to know just how much he loved you at any moment of the day, but especially how you were his first thought in the morning and last thought at night.

"I love you too, Sleepy Prick. I made you coffee," you told him. Feeling the soft rumble of laughter in Sam's chest, your fingers carded through the weak sleep knots in his hair. Sam loved it when you played with his hair, supremely when your nails massaged his scalp in soothing circles. Somehow, you knew exactly how to make Sam melt under your touch.

Lifting his head from your chest, Sam looked at you. "A spoon of sugar?"

"And measured the creamer with my heart."

Sam's smile stretched from ear to ear, like a kid in a candy shop. Your heart softened in your chest as your eyes roamed the face of the man you loved most in the whole world. Before he grabbed his coffee, Sam kissed you, ignoring the morning breath. "That's my girl."

You poured the second cup down the drain.

When Sam got back from another long and tedious day at the studio, the silence of his apartment greeted him abysmally. Yet again, the boys invited him to go out with them for the night, but he couldn't. He didn't want to. Sam didn't want to do much these days.

It was already quite late in the evening. The sun had set a couple hours ago, and the 11 o'clock news was closer than the 8 o'clock news. There was nothing left to do in his day, or anyone else's day for that matter.

Straight away, Sam went to his bedroom. Pulling a vinyl out of it's sheath, he placed it gently on his wooden record player. The needle dropped as he stripped his day clothes, in favour of a pair of itchy plaid pyjama pants. Music began to fill the stale air, but it wasn't much company. Nothing could compare to your company to Sam.

With light feet, he went to the bathroom. He brushed his hair quickly before getting out his toothbrush. He wet it quickly before putting the green and white toothpaste on the bristles and leaving the tube out with the cap undone.

He sat on the left side of the tub, before realizing that you weren't about to join him. You weren't about to come, to take the spot beside him on the porcelain beside him.

Days were so long when they were spent away from you. The best time of day for Sam was finally coming home to the apartment and instantly being greeted with the aroma of your perfume and the lavender scented candles you loved to light around the space. Today, the sound of Stevie Wonder's music filled the air waves.

Just like every day, you instantly greeted him at the front door with a big kiss and a gleeful smile. Sam grabbed you by the waist and brought you in for another kiss, holding your warm body closer to his for a minute. After hours away from you, Sam wanted to revel in a few extra moments in your embrace.

"Hey Baby," Sam grinned. You put your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes in the sweetest way Sam had ever seen. He'd always loved your eyes, because he could see everything good in the world within them. "I missed you."

"I missed you way , way, way more," you said. Sam chuckled, shaking his head. He twirled you around to the music, making the lovely sound of your amusement mesh perfectly with the music humming through the small area. You always loved when Sam would dance with you, especially when you weren't expecting it.

Putting his arm over you and kissing your sweet lips again, Sam began taking you both on the way to your bedroom. "C'mon. I'm knackered."

You both changed into your pyjamas in the bright moonlight of the window. You, into a pair of joggers and one of Sam's favourite t-shirts that looked so much better on you than on him, and Sam, into his most comfortable plaid pyjama pants. You took the paddle hair brush, running it through Sam's long brown hair and getting out the knots in the most painless way possible, before running it through your own. Sam went on to the next step before you. It was alright, you'd always join him soon enough.

With another kiss, Sam made it into the tiled bathroom. The lights were bright, but not harsh, making the baby blues of the bathroom shine bright. Sam got his purple toothbrush out of the holder, putting the blue, red and white toothpaste on the bristles. Leaving the tube uncapped for you, he wet the brush before putting it in his mouth and sitting on the right side of the tub.

Just as he expected, you came in after you were done brushing your hair. You came in and followed the same routine he just did. As you capped the toothpaste with your blue toothbrush in your mouth, you looked over at him.

"Sammy," you said in a false-scornful voice. Sam cocked an eyebrow. "That's my spot."

"My spot tonight," he teased, mouth full of frothy paste.

"I'm putting your toothbrush in the toilet water tonight," you threatened. Sam laughed before moving over to the left side, giving you the right side of the porcelain. You bowed your head. "Change of heart?"

"It was for the good of my toothbrush." You both laughed as your brushed your teeth in tandem. Playfully, you stepped on Sam's foot lightly. He did it right back, smiling at you as he did so.

Sam, of course, was the first to finish brushing his teeth. He spit out the paste and rinsed his mouth and brush, before returning the brush to it's holder and kissing your cheek. He went back to the bedroom, hearing the end of the record.

When you joined him, you'd taken the needle off the record. You slid into the sheets beside him, instantly making the bed warmer. Sam turned to you and asked, "Did either of us lock the door?"

"And blew out the candles," you responded with a nod and a smile.

Sam gave you a broad smile that was laced with a growing tiredness. He kissed your gingerly before wrapping his arms around you to intertwine your bodies so sweetly. His heart felt light and full as he kissed your lips again. "That's my girl. Goodnight, I love you."

"I love you too, Sammy."

He sat in the middle of the edge of the tub.

#sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka #sam kiszka fanfic #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka angst #gvf one shot #sam kiszka one shot #oneshot #one shot #gvf #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fanfiction #x reader

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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y’all in all honesty its so hard for me to write for danny cause my old man’s name is danny💀

forgive me🙏

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In the Middle of a Meadow

Pairing: Danny Wagner x GN!Reader

Wc: 1.1k

Cw(s): Shit writing, sfa else

Summary: A love that grew for years, finally admitted among the newly growing flowers

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By God was it ever the most beautiful day anyone had seen in countless months. The snow had melted, the rain had slowed, the flowers blooming now overpowered the puddles of mud here and there. The world was filled with new colour again, shelling away the dark depths of Winter.

However, no amount of flowers blossoming, no morning dew, no radiant sunshine, could ever overshadow your immense beauty. At least, not in Danny’s eyes.

You looked fantastical in every season, but Danny always thought Spring was your best. After knowing you since you two were just minor niners, he had seen you cycle through the seasons many times. When you started wearing thinner clothing, when all you wanted to do was go out to see the greenery. Danny wished it were always Spring, just to see you in your finest element and your happiest time.

Even now, ankle deep in adulthood, Danny stood in awe of the natural beauty you harboured, immersed in nature yourself.

A while ago, you two had found a large field while on a walk. It was during the Winter, so it looked like a barren plot of land then; but now, tall grass was growing, wildflowers sprouted from the ground, and the trees that surrounded the plot were all bright with new leaves. It was a Wonderland for you.

“Danny.” Your soft utterance of his name snapped him out of a daydream that involved rings and prams. His eyes focused on your kind ones, crinkled by a smile. He then noticed you were hiding something behind your back.

Curiosity peaked, he asked, “Did you bring me here to murder me finally?”

“No, Dummy,” you chuckled. Your laughter hit Danny’s ear like the sweetest melody. Pulling your arms from behind your back, you presented him with a circle of intertwined flowers. “I made you this.”

Within the crown, vibrant colours and a sweet scent invaded his senses. There were the most pink Bellflowers, eye-catchingly yellow Lance Leaf, pale blue Queen Anne’s Lace, and dotted with pure white Yarrow blooms. The twining was intricate within the crown, but the flowers all faced outward, side by side.

Gingerly, you lifted the crown. Danny instinctively leaned lower, for you to place it perfectly atop his curls. It fit exquisitely, not stretching the crown around his head, nor slipping lower from looseness.

“Marvellous,” you whispered to yourself. Danny’s cheeks hurt from an unconscious smile having rested upon his face for so long. Your cold breath fanning across his face was the only thing that alerted him of how close the two of you were.

“Only you could make something this pretty,” Danny told you, making a blush spread across the bridge of your nose. He leaned away from you, despite your internal wishes.

“Have you heard your music? A hundred times more pretty than any flower crown I can weave,” you disputed before twirling on your heel to re-immerse yourself in the beautiful view that awaited both of you.

But as you extended your hand, Danny’s heart beat just a couple beats faster. Your eyes were filled with the softest feeling that spread to him; like a dandelion blowing it’s seeds to the wind. A bright orange butterfly flew to you, landing on your cheek just for a moment, to bestow a kiss to you, before fluttering off.

He took your expecting hand.

Without music playing, he stepped forward and spun you ‘round like a ballroom dancer. Laughter fell from your lips as you did a small Waltz with Danny upon the path. Danny’s smile was positively ear to ear as he extracted every second joy this brought him, committing it to memory for the rest of eternity.

“Y/n,” he said lightly. His throat had become dry, but his slightly shaking hands were masked by your own in his. The dancing stopped as your eyes fell upon him, attention undivided. “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“What? That you’ve brought me here to kill me finally?” You joked.

The dark haired man rolled his eyes, a small chuckle lightening the nerves in his stomach. “No, actually. The opposite, really.”

“I’m all ears, Buttercup.”

“Well...for sometime now, I’ve been thinking...about you,” Danny began. Christ, he didn’t want it to be long winded, but he didn’t want to be abrupt. But, you were anxious too. You were hoping for what would come next. “And not in just a friendly way, y’know?”

“I’m with you so far, Dan,” you chuckled.

For the sake of ease, you took your hands from his, lacing them behind his neck instead. Danny’s hands found your hips, and you couldn’t help but notice just how warm they were.

“Y/n, I think I really, really like you, I want you to be the first face I see in the mornings and the last I see before I go to sleep; actually I think I’ve wanted that since we were graduating, but that’s not the point,” he babbled. You smiled, eyes twinkling. “I just needed to tell you, because I can’t go on like this. I need to know how you feel about me, if you feel the way I do.”

Your momentary silence was an eternity of torture for Danny. His heart lay in his hands, and the fear of you rejecting him enveloped him.

“I love you,” you muttered, before leaning up and placing your soft lips upon his. Danny was quick to react, squeezing your hips and pulling you close. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces, moving in tandem.

When the kiss was broken, Danny let out the deepest sigh of relief, feeling his eyes well with tears. He placed his forehead against yours, letting himself feel his emotions deeply. Your breathing mixed with each other’s before Danny gently held your cheeks in his palms, lifting your face to look into his eyes.

“Do you mean it?” You nodded, feeling a small tear well in your own eye. “Do you really mean it?”

“I love you,” you told him again. You watched on as with a blink, a tear fell from Danny’s eye, trailing down his cheekbone. With a light laugh, you wiped it away with the pad of your thumb. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.”

“I hope as long as I have,” Danny laughed. You smiled again, sealing the deal with another kiss.

A breeze blew through the field, letting the long stalks of grass whip against your calves. The iron-like scent of the meadow filled your nostrils, along with the Old Spice scent that the man in your arms favoured. Contentment filled your blood, and a relaxing sensation tickled every inch of your skin.

Finally.

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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this shit made my heart physically hurt🦦

chapter five | fuck buddies.

title | work song

summary | the aftermath of the cabin’s latest events

warnings | no warnings this time !

word count | 4k

author’s note | hello loves ! thank you so much for the continued love on this series… it makes me so incredibly happy you have no idea. your kind words bring the biggest smile to my face.

song of the chapter | work song, hozier

❝ in the low lamplight, i was free / heaven and hell were words to me❞

Keep reading

#pls read #highly reccomend it #fic rec #gvf #jake kiszka

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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This is a pro Brittany Broski GVF fan blog. She’s so sweet and funny and I can’t stand gatekeeing mfs that try to bully her out of liking them :(

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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without an ounce of cap i literally hate myself

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damiano-mylove · 3 years

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When The World Knows Peace

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x afab!reader

Wc: 1.6k

Cw(s): SMUT, unprotected sex, sex in a forest, sappy love, oral sex (reader receiving), prolly typos (tell me if it sucks ass)

Summary: The world may know a fleeting moment of peace when lovers embrace

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Many a moon-many a generation- had passed before the lovers met under the moonlight once more. Their souls had been connected since the dawn of time, always drawn to each other, always in yearning for the other, and never complete lest the souls find each other once more.

It is said that their very souls were once one, until the Gods' tore them from one another; to damn the lovers to an eternal plight to once again be whole.

Their tale had existed in many different tongues, a legend of time, a legend of persistence. Twas for naught, as the children whose ears the tale fell upon laughed - for, how true may true love really be?

Yet, each time the souls rejoin, the onlookers-whom had grown from the children who laughed- were marked as indisputably mistaken. Only fools may look upon the souls intertwined and still beg the question how true may true love really be?

In the expanse of the many eons, the souls had taken many a form; each with a different face, doctrine, and colour. Be that as it may, none were to be more beautiful in the eyes of one half than their counterpart. Each visage had the other swooning at first sight, feeling the everlasting pull of fate to their other half.

There were lifetimes where the clock ticked much too speedily, and the lovers were once more damned to a life of separation and settling.

But not this one.

Now, as the lovers lay in the forest, they loved, they loved, and they loved, as if this may be the last lifetime they may spend together.

"Happy three years, Baby," Jake whispered to you. A deep blush spread from your sternum to the upper-most tips of your ears. Somehow, despite having been in love with him for three years now, even the simplest of words from Jake could have the blood rushing through your veins at mach speed. The beautiful boy beside you chuckled, brushing his rough thumb over your cheek. "Awe, you still get all flustered around me."

"I'm going to punch you in the mouth," you laughed, placing you hand over his. Jake smiled contently, gazing at your beguiling face. "Y'know how we went to that really fancy restaurant on our first year?" Jake nodded. "And to Vancouver on our second?"

"If this is about how our third is low budget and-"

"I like this one the best," you finished with a snicker. Jake rolled his eyes with a certain sass.

"So we spent all that money only for you to be happier with a blanket and a forest?" He grinned. You laughed, propping your head up with one hand, resting the other on his chest. Jake smiled up at you, "Well I'm glad my idea is the best one."

Leaning lower, you brushed your nose across his, gaining a low chuckle from your counterpart. "You're an asshole," is all you said before closing the gap between your lips and his.

While your one hand traveled up to cup the lower part of Jake's face, his hand came over and rested upon your side. Still, you shivered at the touch, his fingertips seeming to strike lightning to each cell in your body.

"Baby, I love you - you know that, yeah?" Jake mumbled, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second.

You couldn't suppress the smile. "I know that, Jakey. I've always known - just like you've always know of my love for you."

"I would not wish any companion in the world but you," he spoke lowly.

"The Temptress. Slick."

Jake came back up to rejoin your lips, for he could never satiate the need of your own upon his. The overwhelming feeling of passion engulfed you both, bathed in the light of the Pale Lady Moon above, while shrouded by the dark green of the foliage.

Pushing you back on the blanket, Jake deepened the kiss so that there may be no doubt of his love for you. The feeling of utmost devotion was palpable to even the animals passing by.

Grasping the ever-so soft locks of his hair, your fingers got lost in the maze of his scalp, bringing him infinitely more close. Jake's hands roamed your body as if he were savouring the moment, though this was not the first nor the last he'd ever caress your sweet form. One hand drifted from the curvature of your frame to lift your thigh, effectively wrapping your leg around his waist.

The tight prison of Jake's jeans brushed against your own as you could feel the warmth of arousal dampening your underwear. With a small tug on the roots of his hair, Jake groaned, relishing in the pleasure just your simple touch could bring him.

For a moment, you broke the kiss, as for both you and Jake to strip your shirts. The cool night air nipped at your skin, but you could practically imagine steam rolling off the two of you. Jake began to kiss from your jaw, to your clavicle, leaving the smallest bites and the sloppiest kisses down the territory of your neck. The hands fondled your newly exposed chest, making your nails drag down his back when he began to pinch and twist one of your nipples with his forefinger and thumb.

"Jesus, Jakey," you sighed in pleasure.

Your comment only spurred the guitar player further, becoming more rough with your breasts. He opted to attach his lips to your chest, while beginning to toy with your unoccupied nipple. His teeth grazed your tender skin, making you putty in the palm of his hand.

"You torture me, y'know," you respired as Jake began to make his trail further down your torso. The lowly laughter of Jakey only sent vibrations from your stomach to the spot he was most anxious to meet.

His dark eyes met yours, looking at you in the most sinful way. "It'd be no fun if I didn't." As he spoke, his fingers undid the button and zipper of your jeans, removing them from your legs entirely, to join with your shirts, in a pile long forgotten. The pressure you felt against your core was still clothed by your soaked underwear, making your boyfriend hum, "You're always so wet for me."

"And you're always rock hard for me," you responded, letting your calf graze his raging erection. Jake smiled as he came into connect with your clit, sending a shiver up your spine. You couldn't resist the low moan that came from your lips, "Please, Jakey."

"As you wish."

With a swift snap, your panties were removed from you, leaving you fully exposed to a man you fully trusted. He leaned further down, letting his warm breath fan your weeping heat. Flattening his tongue, he collected your juices on his tongue, reveling in your sweet taste. You let out a groan as Jake began lapping up your arousal with his tongue, having it like ambrosia.

"You taste amazing," he whispered. His tongue came into contact with your clit; abusing the bundle of nerves while his fingers found home inside of you. The sounds you made were pornographic as Jake decided to begin sucking your sensitive spot.

It wasn't far after that you could feel the nerves begin to collect in the pit of your stomach. The fingers that carded in his hair became unorganized, and Jake knew that was his sign to stop.

You gave him a look of betrayal as he began undressing the rest of himself. "Tortuous."

"As wonderful as you taste, Baby," Jake said, coming back on top of you. He tilted your head with his fingers gently, leaning in closer. "You know I love it when you cum on my cock. Who am I to deprive you of that pleasure?"

"God, you're so right."

You attacked his lips feverishly as Jake began to slowly fill you to the brim. The kiss stopped you from making too loud of a sound, but it was unavoidable.

His thrusts were slow and methodical, finding your g-spot. Once the soft tissue was found, Jake began ensuring he hit it every time. With every hitch in your breath and every vibration sent down his throat, Jake came closer and closer to his own undoing.

"Jakey, I'm really - ah - really close," you whimpered.

"Me too. I'm right behind you," he grunted, his thrusts becoming less and less methodical, yet more and more animalistic.

The bundle of nerves in your stomach finally burst, causing your legs to spasm and your walls to clench around the cause that was buried deep inside. Feeling the wave of orgasm wash over you, Jake was quick to follow, shooting his warm seed deep inside of you.

After a few more weak thrusts, Jake slipped out of you, flopping next to you on the blanket. You looked over at him, but Jake was already looking at you.

"Even after three years, you can still fuck me like no one else," you laughed. Jake busted a ragged smile as his chest heaved, trying to absorb every bit of oxygen he could get.

"I'll never get tired of you, Y/n," he told you. You smiled, getting bashful again. "Even when we're old and grey, I'll be right by your side, still taking you to plays and still playing you every song you want to hear."

"I'd want nothing more."

The two of you joined for one more kiss, this one oozing with passion and love. And for a moment, the world was still, and all that mattered was this moment.

The Gods let it be so, that when the souls shall be connected once more, enthralled in the other's embrace, the world would know peace, if not just for a fleeting moment.

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