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sacredstarcatcher · 1 year

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Cruel Summer - Part 1

Jake & Sam x Reader

WARNINGS: language, mentions of alcohol consumption/intoxication, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

When your coworkers let you choose the location for end-of-week drinks, they hadn’t been expecting the dimly-lit, sticky-floored dive bar with a blues band on the tiny corner stage. The crowd in your cohort, seeing as you were a kindergarten teacher, didn’t exactly match the crowd you spent your time with after hours; but you were determined to show them a good time.

And that’s what you were currently doing; you look around taking stock. Two of them are swinging each other around on the dance floor. There are three others taking shots at the bar with some friends who were strangers just a few minutes ago. Then, there are the two by your side, watching the band with interested eyes.

“Is that a harmonica? People really play those?” one asks, leaning close to your ear so you hear. You sip your cocktail, nodding as you chuckle.

“Cool, right?” The song ends and you finish the last of your drink, putting your glass down to applaud. It’s then that you realize you need another and navigate towards the bar while the band starts their next song.

Once you order your go-to drink, a rum and coke with a cherry (or three if the bartender’s generous), you continue to scan the bar around you, watching others enjoying the music and each other’s company. As you search the back of the dark dive, your own eyes lock with a pair of warm brown ones. Your first instinct is to smile politely- you didn’t want them to think you were staring. As you focus, you see that the face you’re staring into is devilishly handsome and wearing an up-to-no-good smirk. He’s got hair to his chin, brown and wavy, pushed back behind one ear. He has sunglasses on top of his head despite it being 10pm and a shirt that, despite having all the buttons, is left more than halfway open.

Your tongue darts out to wet your suddenly dry lips and he raises his glass gently in your direction. Blood rushes to your cheeks, but you’re quickly snapped out of your haze by the bartender returning with your drink. Once you pay you look towards the stranger again and find he’s still watching. How could you not play along? You lift your glass and return the favor, and the dazzling smile he sends your way nearly stops your heart.

“Hey, do you want to dance?” You jump out of your skin as your closest coworker latches onto your shoulders with the proposition. You whip around to see her, taking your drink with you.

“Oh, Jesus! No I’m okay, you go ahead,” you say with a grin, waving her off enthusiastically and encouraging her to have a good time. What you didn’t know was that your new bar crush watched the whole ordeal and is now determined to get you out onto the dancefloor.

“We’re gonna slow it down a bit now folks,” comes through the echoing, buzzing microphone of the probably decades old sound system. As if on cue, you feel a warm hand on your forearm.

“May I have this dance?”

You turn your head to see your bar crush has tracked you down and is somehow even more stunning up close. He’s dripping with sex; the exact opposite of every man you’ve ever known. You already know he’s going to get you in trouble.

You think for a moment before putting your drink down and agreeing. The alcohol in your system is chanting DO IT, and you figure there isn’t much to lose. Not wanting to overthink, you nod let him sweep you up in his arms, taking you a few steps over onto the creaking, still sticky, raised floor.

“Bachelorette party?” he asks. You shake your head with a furrowed brow at his question as he links the fingers of his left hand with your right. God, they’re so warm.

“It’s the end of the school year. We’re teachers.” His hold on your lower back is firm as he rocks with you to the bluesy music. Even without a mirror you can tell your cheeks are red as apples from the rum mixed with his charismatic influence. He smells delicious- an air of cinnamon on his breath and eucalyptus shampoo from his hair.

The tune must be familiar to him. It’s loud, so you can’t hear it, but you can feel him humming as the tune rumbles through his chest. You’re incredibly careful not to step on his toes to avoid marking up the white vans on his feet. It feels like it’s only been a minute when the song ends entirely too soon.

“I’ll buy you a drink if you tell me your name,” he says in your ear, and it sends a chill down your spine from the proximity. You look up at the ceiling in faux consideration, twisting your lips into a thoughtful pout.

“Deal.” You follow like a lost puppy as he walks back towards the bar. You respond with your drink order as soon as he asks. You watch as he orders for you and find it incredibly sexy for no evident reason.

You eventually give up your real, actual name after a sip of your drink. He, however, introduces himself as Sir Jacob. You respond with a roll of your eyes and follow him to the seat you originally spotted him in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, brother!” he says, his voice booming and silly as he pulls a chair from another table for you to sit in. You peer out from behind him to see who he was addressing. “A pretty girl agreed to dance with me,” he continues proudly, taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s very kind of you to do such meaningful charity work,” his brother responds as you take a seat. You can’t help but let out a cackle at his comment while Jake remains deadpan.

“Not funny. You’re just not funny.”

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Despite your better judgment, at 2am you’re in an Uber with Jake. Last call came around, your coworkers turned in early, and your inhibitions went out the door after your third drink. His words were too sweet, his hands too warm, his eyes too sultry. You didn’t stand a chance against him.

Jake, ever the gentleman, closes the door to the car after you exit and leads you up the stone path up to his definitely haunted house. You don’t have enough time to ask if he’s a vampire before his lips are on yours, his body pressing you against the wall in his dimly lit foyer.

He dips his head down to kiss at your neck, pawing at your hair to get it out of the way. As you blink and get a chance to open your eyes, you look over his head into the living room, filled with contrasting dark upholstered furniture and shining, stately gold surfaces.

“Is that… Mmm… Is that a fucking sword?” you ask, thoroughly distracted by the open mouth kisses he’s placing on your neck. He cups your ass with a loud clap and pulls you against him, chuckling lowly. Before you know it, he pulls away and turns you gently by the shoulders.

“Upstairs,” he says, commanding you towards the narrow steps in front of you. You look over your shoulder as you make your way up and see he’s got his eyes on your body through his dark, full lashes. You’re giddy with excitement so you pick up the pace, reaching the top and waiting for further instruction. He walks past you nonchalantly to the door on the right, made of heavy, dark wood and adorned with a hefty brass knob that was likely put in when this cadaverous old place was built.

You follow him in and take in the details of his bedroom. The walls are painted a charcoal color, the hardwood floor cushioned with a rug that probably cost more than a month of your apartment’s rent. He sits on the edge of his bed, sleek black metal with a canopy above. There’s a large gold mirror in the corner, and when you look into it, you see his statuesque side profile. As you slowly approach, he holds out a hand to you. There isn’t a thought in your mind that pushes you to do anything but accept it, willingly melting into him as you climb to straddle his hips.

You lean down to kiss him again, your tongue grazing his plush bottom lip. A roll of your hips pulls a moan from his chest and you’re sure you’ve never heard a more beautiful sound in your life. Needing to keep things moving, he pulls your dress over your head, revealing the modest black bra and underwear you chose. You were just getting drinks with your coworkers, after all.

“Gorgeous,” is all he lets out, his words breathy and slightly tinged with that damn British accent you heard a few times at the bar. You smirk and unhook the clasp behind you before running your hands over his chest. His skin is warm and soft as you slide your hands down to conquer the last two buttons of his already undone shirt.

Once they’re out of the way, he takes it upon himself to flip you onto your back and toss his wrinkled button down to the floor. His mouth immediately latches to your nipple, his palm catching your other breast.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” you let out, arching your back into his ministrations.

“He’s not here, baby. Just me.” The mumble of his voice against your skin and the laugh that follows drives you absolutely wild.

“Ugh, Jake, please.” Your whining immediately pays off when he pushes up onto his knees, pulls your boring cotton briefs off, and steps off the bed.

“Only because you’re so polite.” His hand darts out and latches to your ankle before he drags you to the edge of the bed. You watch his shadow as he sinks to his knees, burying his head between your legs instantly. The sound that comes out of your mouth is unrecognizable; that couldn’t possibly be you. But then you feel him lapping at you and accept that yeah, maybe it was.

It’s not long before you’re panting, writhing, and on the edge of cumming against his tongue. The catch is that he knows, he absolutely knows, and you know he knows because he’s purposely slowed down. Your body relaxes in defeat and you open your mouth to complain, but before you have a chance, he smacks the outside of your thigh and lifts his head.

“Don’t be a brat,” he lets out, his voice rough and breathing labored.

“No offense,” you begin, lifting your head to look at him, “but I didn’t come here to get edged into oblivion. Can we get on with it?” The amber light from the probably antique lamp in the corner of the room accents the glistening wetness on his face as he gives you that same sneaky smirk you saw from across the bar.

“You asked for it,” he replies, standing and making his way onto the bed. He rolls you over effortlessly and you’re on your stomach, watching his movements over your shoulder. His hands meet your hips and pull you up onto your knees, making your confidence falter as you bury your face in his comforter. You hear the clink of his belt buckle and he smacks your thigh once more.

“Look at me,” he says, and you instantly obey, turning over your shoulder to watch him from the corner of your eye.

“Not like that, pretty baby. You’re gonna hurt your neck.” The laugh that follows sends a chill up your spine. It takes a moment for you to understand just what he means as he slides the head of himself between your folds. The statement clicks in your brain as you whip your head to the front again and see the expansive gold mirror in the corner. He begins pushing inside you as you watch; he gives a gentle shake of his head as if he’s in disbelief as he lets out a curse under his breath.

“Oh my God,” you whimper, and he exhales through his nose with a laugh.

“He’s not here either,” he says through gritted teeth, bottoming out inside you with a vice grip on your hip. “But you might see him soon.”

Before you can formulate a response, he picks up his pace and knocks every thought out of your head. His hand finds a place in your hair, pulling at the base of your hairline as if he knows exactly where it won’t hurt. He holds your head in place, his once honeyed eyes gone dark, lids heavy with lust. He’s so warm inside as he stretches you, filling you, his hips coming flush against you with each stroke.

You can’t help but close your eyes as he drives you back towards the peak he so selfishly kept from you minutes ago. But he doesn’t like that, and you know because he drives a particularly deep thrust into you, so deep, your eyes shoot open to see he’s smirking in the mirror.

“Go on. Let me have it. You wanted it so badly.” His tone is teasing and arrogant, and you can’t help but obey as he fucks into you so deeply you’ve forgotten your own name. It hits you hard and fast like a fucking train, pulling a groan so animalistic out of you you’re sure your throat will be raw tomorrow. He works you through your climax, slowing slightly, watching your reflection like it’s the most magnificent thing he’s ever seen.

You’re unable to recognize yourself as you glance at your own face in the mirror, but it doesn’t matter because he quickly steals your attention away. He pulls out and releases your hair, steading himself on your hips with that hand, the other reaching down around himself. You watch his parted lips, his furrowed brow, his rosy cheeks. The pained expression on his face makes your stomach flip when he loses himself and you feel like you could watch that exact moment on repeat for the rest of your fucking days. You catch your breath as he sits back on his heels, admiring the view.

“Better than the finest fucking art. Gonna put you in a museum.”

“Hang me over your mantle?” you ask smartly as he stands to grab a towel, tossing it so it lands on your backside.

“Sword,” is all you hear, a chiding tone from behind the bathroom door.

Once you’re dressed, Jake sends you off in the earliest hours of the morning with a smack on the ass and a bottle of water. You laugh and roll your eyes as you shuffle to your Uber, shoes in hand. He’s leaning in the doorway of his ghostly abode watching as your ride pulls away, smirking.

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a/n: this is my first published fic- please be nice! if (for some reason) you want to be added to the tag list, send me a message! I'm thinking this will have around 10 parts! thanks for reading! :)

Part 2

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luverleaver · 2 months

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hi babies 🥰🥰🥰

#forbidden twins #they’re there in spirit #greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #sam gvf #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner

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shimmerwindow · 2 months

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I Never Really

Part Seventeen

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, brief allusion to suicidal thoughts

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You awoke with an uneasy feeling in your chest. Something didn’t feel quite right, though you couldn’t put your finger on what, exactly. Maybe it was the fact that the daily good morning text from Sam you’d gotten used to wasn’t there. He hadn’t even told you when he’d gotten home last night, like he usually did. You were a bit anxious thinking about it, and the feeling only got worse when he wasn’t there to walk you to class.

By the end of the day, you were starting to feel genuinely nervous. You’d texted him a few times, with no response. He didn’t even read the messages. The sun set, and rose the next morning, with still no sign of Sam. Those nerves turned to a knot of pure anxiety in your stomach. You considered going down to his floor and knocking on his door, but decided against it. That seemed to cross some imaginary line in your mind – after all, it's not like you were dating the man. Maybe he’d been hit with a sudden deadline, maybe his phone was broken, maybe maybe maybe.

The sun was starting to set once again when you felt your phone vibrating on the bed next to you. You grabbed at it so quickly you felt a little embarrassed, turning it over to see the screen. An incoming call from Jake. Your stomach dropped through the floor and your palms started to sweat – something must be wrong. Jake hadn't called or texted you for weeks now.

You answered the call. “Hey, what's up?” You struggled to keep your voice from shaking.

“You’re at home, right?” Jake’s voice seemed equally strained.

“Yeah, why? What’s going on?”

“I’m outside. Come downstairs.”

You stumbled out of bed, grabbing your keys and your coat with shaking fingers. “Why? Have you heard from Sam? He hasn’t texted me all day–”

“He’s fine. But we need to talk.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, worries and relief all at once. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

He didn’t even say goodbye before hanging up the phone. You felt incredibly far away from your body as you speed-walked to the elevator, and down to the lobby. His car was out there, idling in the parking lot. You watched the steady plume of steam crawling from the exhaust be whisked away by the wind as your feet crunched over the snow and ice.

You barely had the door closed before he was driving off, down a road you’d been on once before. You knew immediately, he was taking you to the place you’d last been with him. Glancing at him, you noticed a reddish bruise along the curve of his cheekbone. It looked fresh, the spot under his eye still a bit swollen, marred with the same color. You were thoroughly trembling by the time he finally parked the car.

“So!” he began, his voice loud enough to make you jump, though you were already on edge. “Care to tell me what the deal is with you and Sam?”

Your mouth went dry, and you were suddenly dangerously nauseous. “What do you mean?” Your voice wavered.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t play dumb.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if you were already giving him a headache.

“We’re–” you swallowed thickly around a lump in your throat. “We’re talking.”

“Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at you, slinging an arm over the steering wheel and turning his body to face you. “Talking? That’s the narrative you’re going to feed me?”

“I just mean, talking as in, like…” you couldn’t continue. You couldn’t quite place what about this conversation was making you so nervous. Jake seemed to cast some sort of aura, one that could so easily impact your mental state. When he was pissed, you could feel it, even without words. But you didn’t have anything to hide. It hadn’t been a secret, though you and Sam had been rather conservative in front of the family. Out of respect, or to hide it, you weren’t sure.

“As in, you’re fucking, right?” Jake said it as more of a statement than a question.

“Well…yeah.” He’d shown you more than enough times that there was no point in trying to hide anything from him. “But I don’t think that’s–”

“Not my business?” He smiled at you, though there was not a glimpse of humor in that flash of teeth. “As if it wasn’t me and you long before him.”

“Why are you so mad? It's been months since the last time. And–”

“And I wasn’t as important, hm?” He turned his palms up in a half-shrug.

“That's not true.” You lowered your voice, averting your gaze. You didn’t actually know if it was true or not. Jake, at the end of the day, had only been a placeholder. A seat-filler, someone to take the place of the one man you thought you couldn't have. It had meant something, but not all that much.

"So, let me get this straight–"

"Jake," you huffed, interrupting him. "Can you just slow down? What the hell is all this even about?" The pieces were starting to fall into place, although your mind would not allow you to even glimpse at the full picture. "Sorry if you heard me and Sam fucking in his room, or something, but you didn't have to drive me all the way out here to scold me for it."

"Alright, alright." He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Let's start at the top. You were with me, now you're with him."

"I haven't been with either of you."

"Sorry, you were fucking me, now you're fucking him. And I don't appreciate that all too much."

You rasped out a sigh, your stress over Sam boiling over into anger, now. "You don't get to dictate who I choose. That's not how this works. Sam already figured that out, seems like you need the same lesson."

"You're misunderstanding me. It's not that, it's because it's him."

"What do you mean?" You shook your head, already exhausted with this discussion.

“So I was just some springboard to get you closer to Sam, right? Just your launch point to reach him.”

“Jake,” you sighed. “It's not that serious. Plus, I didn’t think what me and you had was all that important to you.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Seems like every time I see you, you've got someone new in tow.” You were struggling to contain your anger at this point. “Don’t try to tell me I was anything different than your flavor of the week.”

“It was important, though. And you were the only one…” the anger in his voice faltered a bit. “You were the only one for a while. Until I figured you’d gotten bored.”

“You’re making quite the fuss over a whole two nights, Jake.”

“Two of the best nights of my life, actually.”

It felt like a line he'd said to many girls before you. “Either way, it was twice,” you sighed. “Let it go.”

“We're losing the point here,” he said. “I told you I wouldn’t play a part in some jealousy game. And you played me regardless.”

“Jake, I didn’t–”

“It was all just to piss him off, wasn’t it?” His jaw was set, and his teeth bit at the inside of his cheek between sentences. You’d never seen him angry like this. “I don’t appreciate being played like some chess piece in your feud with him. Even if it ended well for you.”

“Please, just listen to me! It wasn’t like that, okay?” You were growing exasperated. “Maybe I had some ulterior motives, but if I did, it wasn’t on purpose. I wouldn’t have fucked you at all if…” you trailed off, stopping yourself before you could finish. You’d just dug yourself another hole.

“If you’d thought you had a chance with him? So I was just the backup? Next best thing?” He shook his head, his eyes looking out at the snow-covered overlook.

“As if I didn’t just happen to be the one easy girl in the room at that Halloween party.”

“You might think I’m just some kind of…womanizer, or something, but you’ve got me all wrong, angel. I liked you. I really liked you. Despite my better judgment, I still do. For you, not for the way you look, like you seem to think.”

“But you didn’t love me.”

"Does Sam love you?"

That question was one you hadn't expected to hear from his lips. You were certain of the answer, despite never having heard it directly from Sam. Every one of his actions was drenched in his love for you. "Of course he does." You said it with complete conviction.

He paused, turning his gaze back to you and letting his hands fall into his lap. “And what if I did too?”

You could feel the magnitude of those words shake through you like an earthquake. He didn’t. He doesn’t. “But you don’t.”

“Love is a strong word,” he sighed. “My feelings for you wouldn’t be correctly described with a word of such weight. But it was certainly more than just thinking you’re hot. Which is why I’m not pleased you made me a victim of your game.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” It felt like he was talking you in circles, with no clear goal to his lecturing. “I'm sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have slept with you when I knew how complicated the situation was, and when I knew Sam was the one I wanted the most. I just didn’t think it would end this way.”

“Neither did I.”

“Can we just…forget this? Leave it in the past? And can you please just keep it to yourself?”

“That's the other thing we need to talk about. Too late for that."

Those last four words made you feel like you’d just stepped off a cliff. Your body went numb, your ears ringing yet the world going eerily silent. “What?”

“He knows.”

You opened your mouth, finding the words caught in your throat for a moment. He stared at you in silence, waiting patiently. “No he doesn't,” you said softly.

“I told him.”

You had to fight the urge to reach across the center console and claw his eyes out. After all that talk of how much he liked you, he was more than willing to fuck up the once nice thing you'd ever had in your life. “Jake.” You drew in a shaky breath, trying to keep a level head as rage threatened to overtake you completely. “Why would you tell him? What did you say?” A part of you prayed he was lying, just trying to gauge your reaction as some kind of sick test.

“I wanted him to back off. I'll be honest, I didn’t realize it was so serious between the two of you. I thought he was trying to steal you.”

“Steal me?!” You screamed it at him, finally snapping. “When you– as if I even– god, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

With every word, his eyes widened a bit, and he shrunk further against his side of the car. “Maybe if you’d told me he was the one you actually wanted, I would’ve never–”

“Was it not fucking obvious?” You ran your fingers through your hair, pulling at the roots, your bottom lip starting to quiver.

“Not to me!” He bit back. “Not to anyone else but the two of you!”

“And that’s why I haven't seen or heard from him for the past two days, right? Right, Jake?”

He shrugged. “Probably.”

“I hope you’re happy.” You jabbed a finger at him, inches away from his face. “I hope this is everything you were hoping for.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and you didn’t bother even attempting to choke them back.

“You’re the one who decided to hook up with me,” he said, gently pushing your hand away from him. “Were you just planning on hiding it forever?”

“I was going to tell him on my own time,” you hissed. “I wanted to be delicate about it. I’m guessing you just screamed it in his face like an insult.”

“Not quite.”

“Did he give you that?” You pointed to the bruise along his cheekbone. “Did he beat the shit out of you for me?”

“Would it make you feel better if he did?”

“I fucking hate that, you know. When you answer my questions with a question.”

“To be honest with you, angel, I don’t really care.” There was a bitter edge to his words now.

“I hate you.” When it left your mouth, you expected to regret it, but you didn’t. Not even a little bit. In this moment, you meant it.

“Good. I deserve it.”

"When did you tell him? What did you say?"

"A couple days ago. Just asked him to back off, and he snapped on me."

You didn’t want to hear another word, your tolerance for him already past its breaking point. You flipped up the hood on your coat, hooking your fingers around the door handle.

"Hey now, hold on–” He reached for you as you made your way out of the car, trudging away from him through the snow. He got out after you, calling your name. “You can’t walk from here!” He shouted at you. “It’s too cold out! You’ll freeze to death!”

“I don’t care!” You called back, not slowing down even as the bitterly cold air whipped against your skin. It was brutal, but you figured you could make it. You heard his car door close behind you, and you kept walking. At this point, you really didn't care.

The mental numbness wore off within a few steps, and it all crashed down on you piece by piece, as if you were slowly being buried by an avalanche. He had ruined everything for you. You felt so fucking stupid, thinking you'd had something worth keeping with this group of brothers. You looked to the horizon, to the dark swell of the road and the mounds of snow pushed aside by the plows. You probably couldn't make it, but you didn't care. With any luck, the snow and wind would swallow you up, and you would cease to exist on this planet anymore. Maybe that would be for the better – none of this would hurt you if you'd never been born at all.

His car started up, and his tires crunched across the snow towards you. You wouldn’t look at him when he slowed to your walking pace and rolled his window down.

“Get in the damn car.”

“No.” You still wouldn't look at him, feeling like a defiant child.

“It’s at least five miles back home. You’re not walking all that way. Get in.”

You knew you couldn’t make it back. But some part of you was too prideful, too ashamed of your own mistakes, too hell-bent on disappearing into the snow to never return, to get back in his car. Even as the wind battered every inch of exposed skin, your fingers nearly numb, you didn’t care. You figured you deserved this, for putting this family through such hell.

He called your name again, more stern this time, in a tone that actually made you stop. “You’re bleeding, by the way. Get in.”

You hadn’t realized, in all your anger, you'd been digging your nails far too hard into your palm, scratching at the half-healed scab there. A single droplet of blood ran down to your fingertip, and you watched it land in the snow, spreading out along the ice beneath. Your tears were nearly frozen to your cheeks when you finally looked at him. It was a look of agony that he gave you, more expression on that face than you’d ever seen before. And it hit you that he didn’t want this, either. Both of you had been trapped. Caught in a place you didn’t want to be in, stuck between two hells. Whichever path both of you had decided to take, it wouldn’t have ended well.

Considering the severity of the bruise blossomed along Jake’s cheek, Sam likely wouldn’t have taken the news well, even if it was from your mouth. Sure, it would have been a more peaceful resolution than flying fists, but you doubted he would be able to forgive you. It was a mistake, a slip-up you should have never made, but it broke many fundamental rules these men seemed to live by. You hadn't really been able to comprehend it at the time – the weight of fucking your crush’s older brother. Put so simply, it seemed like an awful thing for you to choose to do.

“I didn’t want this,” Jake said, his voice wavering. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“Why can’t I just be happy?” You asked, to nobody in particular. “Is this really what I deserve?”

“No. I'm…not happy about any of this, either. But I don’t want you to be damn near killing yourself over it.”

You couldn't think of anything more to say, falling silent as your chest heaved with labored sobs. You stood motionless as you heard his door open and close, and his footsteps on the snow in front of you. The toes of his shoes appeared in your gaze.

“I can’t fix this for you. But I can make it a little easier.”

“How?” You asked, the word exploding from your chest in a gasp.

“I don’t know yet.”

His hand settled on your shoulder, and you felt no need to push him away. He’d fucked up, but in the end, he was right. You were the one who’d decided to sleep with him. You couldn’t blame him for the outcome of your own bad decisions. You couldn’t have possibly expected all of these lies and secrets to hold themselves together forever.

Without thinking, you fell against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into his neck, reveling for just a moment in that familiar scent of vanilla. Sobs wracked your body as you hung off of him, wetting his jacket with a torrent of tears. He said nothing more, only holding you gently and allowing you all the time in the world to cry.

“I don’t hate you,” you choked out between gulps of frigid air.

“I know.”

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devilat-thedoor · 7 months

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Sweet to Taste II

blame @ignite-my-fire she asked for it👀

This one is really nothing but forbidden twin filth. But shoutout to these babes for being so supportive💖 @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @gvfpal @jakesguitarsolo

Word Count: 4.6k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader x Sam Kiszka

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Voyeurism, Fingering, Pussy Slapping🫣, Oral(m rec), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Very Mild Edging, Squirting) Dom!Jake & Soft-Dom!Sam deserve a warning of their own, let’s be real. Oh, and the aftercare🥹

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“Y/N, your 5 top at table six needs refills.” Your coworker, Jess, nudged you, yanking you from your daydream, “Are you good? You keep, like, zoning out…” She placed her tray down, eyeing you.

Standing up straight, you tucked your pen into a pocket on your apron and turned around to grab yourself an empty tray, “Yeah, I’m fine… It’s just been a long shift.” You pulled your notepad out, reading over the table six drink orders, and began filling new cups. Putting on the friendliest face you could muster, you picked the tray up and dropped the drinks off, picking up the empty glasses. Walking back towards the kitchen to get rid of the dishes, your mind began to wander again. Every thought, for the past two weeks, has been Jake and Sam and the night you’d shared with them. You woke up the next morning, tangled between the two of them, and though you had no shame about what went down, you couldn’t be sure they felt the same. When you climbed over Jake to go to the bathroom, he grabbed your waist with one hand, weaving his fingers through your hair with the other to pull you in for a kiss. You could feel Sammy’s eyes on you but you didn’t think anything of it until you finally broke away from the older boy to use the bathroom and came back to find both of them gone. When your calls and texts went unanswered that day, you knew something was up. You gave it a couple of days before you tried to reach out again and when you did, you finally got an answer out of Sam, letting you know that they’d be out of town for a bit. That was a week and a half ago and you haven’t heard anything since…until now. Your phone began to vibrate in your apron pocket and you dug it out to read the caller ID. Jake… Dropping the tray of cups by the dishwasher, you rushed out of the kitchen, “Jess, can you cover for me for a few minutes?” You held your phone up, signaling that you had a call, as she nodded in approval.

“Hello?” You held the phone to your ear as you stepped outside.

His voice came through, sending butterflies through your stomach, “Hey beautiful. You busy tonight?”

You tried to play it cool, but you were practically vibrating with excitement, “Depends… Did you have something in mind?”

“I did.” He paused for a moment, “Josh is having a party at his place tonight. Come. I want to see you… We both do.”

You knew he meant he and Sam, but you were a little disappointed that you wouldn’t have them alone, “Umm. yeah, okay. What time?”

“Be there by 9. See you.” He hung up before you could even say goodbye and the confusion in your brain only multiplied.

You had barely gotten a shred of attention from either of them since that night and now you’re being asked to go to a party because they miss you? It was definitely weird, but you were aching to see them, so of course you’d show up.

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After you’d gotten off work at 6, you went straight home to shower and get ready. A bit of mascara and some lip gloss later, you were pulling on your favorite casual dress. Black and form fitting, hugging your body in all the right places, with thin straps that tied into bows on your shoulders. You fastened your hair into a high ponytail, letting it dangle down your neck. Pulling on a pair of boots and your leather jacket, you took one last look at yourself in the floor length mirror before grabbing your phone and keys to head out. You pulled up to Josh’s, his driveway already lined with cars and people scattered around the outside of the property. The music was loud, filtering through the opened front door as you made your way inside. You made a beeline for the kitchen in search of a drink.

As you stood at the counter, pouring tequila into a cup, a pair of hands landed on your waist, snaking around to wrap you in their hold, “I was wondering when you’d show up.” He bent down, lips right against your neck as he whispered, “I like this dress, babe…a little short though.” He pinched the hem between his fingers, letting his knuckles graze your thigh.

“I knew you’d like the dress, Sammy.” You spun around in his arms, slinging your own over his shoulders, “But I expected you to spend the night avoiding me.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Avoid you? I could never.” He dropped a hand to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he held eye contact, “You and Jake were pretty cozy… I was just giving you the space to explore that.” The smirk on his lips was hinting that he was up to something, “In fact, he’s looking for you now.” His hands left your body as he pointed behind you, “You should probably go say hi.”

You looked in the direction he was pointing to find Jake watching you intently, but even from a distance, you could see the playful smirk on his face. Turning back to Sam, you grabbed his wrist before he could disappear, “You have my attention right now. Jake can wait.” You hooked your hand into the front of his waistband yanking him against you, “Unless you have someone else waiting on you?” Your fingers wiggled against the short bit of hair just beneath his jeans.

“Nobody who’s attention is worth more than yours.” He bent forward, his hand grasping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You bit down on his lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest, “Make yourself a drink and come find me.” He broke away from you, slipping through the sea of people littering the kitchen. Turning back to the counter, you picked up your cup, tossing back the clear liquid in it.

“You want some lime with that, mama?” Josh appeared at your side as you poured more liquor.

You put the bottle down, pulling him into a hug, “Nope, having it straight tonight. Have a shot with me!” You handed him the bottle and took your cup.

He fake clinked the bottle with you, “Cheers, Y/N!” He brought the neck to his lips, taking a couple chugs while you swallowed your own. Josh shook his body out with a grimace, “I’ll catch up with you later, mama. Have fun!” He grasped your face, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your cheek before skipping into the crowd. You allowed yourself one more shot before going to search for Sammy.

Rounding the doorway out of the kitchen, you saw Jake talking with a few people in the corner or the dining room. His eyes flicked to you for the tiniest second before going back to the girl in front of him, barely acknowledging you. Oh really? You sauntered towards him, a sweet smile plastered on your face, “Not even a hi, Jake?”

He let his gaze settle on you a little longer this time, taking in your outfit, “Hi.” He returned to his conversation as you stared at him. When he realized you weren’t leaving, he turned to face you completely, “I’m having a conversation.” He leaned in, dropping his voice for you and only you, “Be a good girl and go find Sam to keep you company until I’m finished.”

You couldn’t deny the rush you felt at his command as you whispered a “Yes, sir.” and scampered off to look for Sammy.

You found him sitting on the couch in the living room, puffing on a cigarette between his fingers, “Josh would kill you if he found out you’re smoking in his house.” He waved his hands dismissively, unbothered by your claim as he licked his lips, staring at your legs, “You’re an ass. Gimme.” You plucked the stick from his hold and dropped into a random cup on the coffee table, listening to the sizzle as the cherry went out.

“C’mere, babe.” Sam yanked on your hand, pulling you down on his lap, “When can we get the fuck out of here?” He flattened his palm against your abdomen, pushing you to sit back against his chest, “I just wanna peel this dress off…” His breath was hot on your skin as he whispered in your ear, bunching the fabric up in his fist.

You tilted your head to him, flashing a devilish smirk, “Why the rush, baby? Isn’t the party just getting good?” You circled your hips, effectively grinding into him. When you turned your attention back to the rest of the room, you scanned the crowd for the other Kiszka, finding him in a conversation with another man.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Y/N.” His teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, “If you think I won’t throw you down in front of all these people, you’re sorely mistaken, babe.” Sam’s hand left your sternum to rest on your leg.

You watched his hand tickle along your skin, squeezing the inside of your thigh, “I think you know I always finish, Sammy?” The music was loud and the lights too low to emit any kind of glow over the two of you, “Don’t make empty threats…”

You felt his tongue glide up your neck, “You wanna make him watch, don’t you?” His hand lingered on your thigh, fingers teasing higher.

You tore your eyes from his hand, looking up to see Jake across the room, surrounded by other party guests but his gaze unmistakably transfixed on you, “I just think he might enjoy the show, Sammy.” You shivered as he finally made it beneath your dress.

His eyes widened as he dragged a finger over you, “You’re not wearing- Fuck, babe…”

“Oops…must’ve slipped my mind.” You shrugged as you held eye contact with Jake, his stare burning deep into your skin. A gasp escaped you as he slid through your folds and you parted your legs just an inch further.

He teeth were just barely digging at your shoulder as he stared down, “You’re so fucking wet, babe.” He was swirling his calloused fingers over your clit, smiling to himself as you fought to keep your whimpers down. He dipped his hand lower, pushing the tip of his middle finger through your entrance to feel you instantly clench around it, “Shit… She needs me, huh? Practically begging for my fingers.”

You struggled to keep your eyes on Jake as Sam pushed his finger deeper. You could’ve sworn you watched his gaze narrow, his tongue darting out over his lip, right before your eyes flitted. All of your focus went back to the younger Kiszka, “More, Sammy.” You cupped your hand over top of his, dropping your head to his shoulder, as he added a second finger, “Hmmm…”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “I bet she’d prefer my cock, wouldn’t she?” His eyes were flicking around the room, making sure your display stayed unnoticed, “If you just sit up a little, I could slip right inside, babe. No one would even know.” The deep rasp of his voice was enticing, making you want to throw all your inhibitions out the window, “He’s getting pissed… You think he’ll stick around to watch you cum on my hand?” Sam curled his fingers, eliciting a high pitched whine from you. His free hand came up to grip your face, turning your head enough to sink his mouth onto your own, swallowing up the noise.

You were completely lost in the feeling of Sammy, you didn’t catch Jake storming through the plethora of people, “Are you fucking done?” His fingers wrapped around your wrist, plucking you from Sam’s lap.

You yelped as Sam retracted his hand before gazing up at Jake with a giggle, “Well, I was almost done.” Looking back at the younger boy, he was laughing as well, but Jake didn’t share the amusement.

“Upstairs, now. Guest room.” He growled the command into your ear, “I need to have a word with my brother. Go.”

“Jakey, we were just-“

His nostrils flared as he stared at you, “One more word and I’ll see to it that you don’t cum at all. Go.” He pointed towards the staircase. You didn’t argue, just turned and scurried up to Josh's guest room, closing the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do or what was to come, as you fidgeted with your hands. Kicking your boots off, you climbed onto the mattress, sitting with your legs tucked beneath you and waited for them. Several minutes had passed when the door finally opened and the brother’s came through it, both wearing wicked grins, “I hope it was worth it, baby… Didn’t anybody ever tell you that your actions have consequences?” Jake was coming across the room as Sam locked the door.

You swallowed hard, building the courage for what you were about to say, “What’s the matter, Jake? I thought you’d enjoy watching?” You tried to look as innocent as possible.

He was in front of you in a flash, holding your jaw in one hand while he undid his jeans with the other, “You think that was your idea? Think you’re in charge?” He let out a deep laugh, taking his hand from your face to dig into his pocket, “Baby, you’re not the only one who likes to make bets.” He pulled out a hundred dollar bill, passing it to his brother while keeping his eyes on you.

“He didn’t think you’d do it. Not in the middle of the party… But I know you, babe.” Sam took the money with a smile, “To be fair, I was gonna let you cum before he interrupted, but I think he felt left out.” He nodded to the older boy.

Your eyes darted back and forth between them, “You guys- Wait… What was the bet?”

“Well,” Jake grasped the hem of your dress to lift it over your head, “Sam kept going on and on about how you’re always down for anything, never one to shy away from a challenge.” He waited for you to raise your arms, removing the garment to toss it to the floor, “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to open up for him in a crowded room tonight- lay down.” He pushed on your shoulders, guiding you to lay on your back, “Deep down, I knew you’d fold… But I was a bit surprised at how quickly you spread your legs for him.” He pulled you to the edge of the bed, pushing your legs apart, “Putting this sweet pussy on display for anybody to see, no hesitation.” He bit down on his lip, petting your clit with the pad of his thumb.

The light touch made you whine, “No it- Fuck… It wasn’t for-“ Your breath caught as he applied more pressure.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, what was that?” His thumb continued its movement while he pushed two fingers through your entrance, “Come on. Use your words.”

“You, Jake.” It was a breathless huff, your hands digging at the blanket below you, “It wasn’t for anyone…It-It was for you to see.”

Sam crawled onto the bed behind you, taking your hands into his and holding them, “She was so fucking wet, Jake. She likes being watched.”

“She’s still soaked, brother.” He pulled his fingers from you, rapidly flicking them over your cunt to hear the vulgar, splashy sounds, while Sammy moved his hands to your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

You were writhing on the bed, the stimulation from both of them driving you wild, “Please… I’ve been waiting for weeks.” You were lifting your hips to meet Jake’s hand, “Aaah. Fuck, Jake.” You whimpered as his hand cracked down over your pussy, sending a shockwave through you.

“Normally, I’d like to hear you beg, baby…” His fingers pushed back into you, “But we’re gonna take our time with you tonight and begging won’t move things along, only compliance will.” He thrusted deep, curling his fingers against your sweet spot, “Understand?” He repeated the action a second time.

Acting purely out of feral need, you rolled your hips into his hand, earning yourself another harsh slap, “FUCK. I’m sorry. I-I understand.” You gripped onto Sam’s wrists as he continued massaging your breast.

Jake ripped his shirt off and pulled himself from his already unbuttoned jeans, “That’s good, beautiful.” He grabbed his cock, stroking it as he stood between your legs, “I wanna hear you make all those dirty noises.” He slipped his head through your folds, allowing the wetness to coat his tip, before burying himself inside of you, “Don’t hold out on me.”

You winced at the stretch, digging your nails into Sammy’s arms with a hiss, “Christ, Jacob!” You looked up to see the smug smile planted on his face as he began drawing his hips back. He moved slowly, making sure you felt every fine detail.

He left only the tip in, bringing his fingers back to your clit to draw a series of whines from you, “That’s it, baby. Let me know just how good I make you feel.” Jake slammed back into you without warning, smiling at the cry you let out. He kept this up for what felt like an eternity, drawing out to tease your throbbing clit just to fill you back up for a short second.

Your mind was swimming, unable to form any thoughts outside of release. Knowing you wouldn’t get anywhere with Jake, you turned your attention to Sam, who always had a soft spot for you, “Sammy… Baby, please.” You gazed up at him, brows pinched as shaky whimpers fell from your lips, “P-please, I need-.”

“Shhh. It’s okay, babe. I’ll take care of you.” He let his fingers graze your cheeks in the softest touch before looking to his brother, “Jake, let me have her.”

Jake met his eyes, the two of them caught in a staring contest, before he finally relented, “Fine… You give into her too easily. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” He pulled himself out of you, allowing the other boy to take his place, “Flip her over, I want to fuck her pretty face.”

Sam gripped your legs, flipping you in a swift movement and placing your feet on the floor, “I think I like this view better anyways.” He kept your chest pressed into the mattress and slapped his palm across your ass, enjoying the way it bounced and rippled, before bending to leave a kiss right over his red handprint. He took note of how your body shuddered from the contact, “Did you like that, Y/N?” He slapped your ass again, adding a red welt to the other cheek.

“Mhmm. Do it again, Sammy.” Your plea was followed up by a dulcet hum.

His palm came down harder, leaving a sharp sting, “Your pussy is fucking dipping, babe. She loves it.” He rubbed his hands over your flesh, soothing the skin, “Let’s see just how wet she can get.”

You heard the sound of his zipper right before he was pushing into you. He had a tight grip on your hip, filling you slowly, “Oh god, baby. You feel so fucking good.” You dropped your face to the mattress, allowing the thick comforter to muffle your loud groan.

His hips began snapping into you, the thunderous sounds filling the room, “I feel better than him, don’t I?” His tone was mocking and you were sure he was looking directly at Jake as he spoke, “I know just how to spoil your sweet pussy…make her cry for me.” He was pounding into you, making it impossible for you to utter anything other than pitched cries.

You felt the bed shake a bit before a hand was twirling around your ponytail to lift your head from the blanket, “I’ll give you something better to muffle those sounds, beautiful.” Jake sat back on his heels, resting just close enough that your mouth was right over his dick, “Open up, baby.” He knotted the hair around his fist, lowering your head back down. You parted your lips, letting him slide into your mouth with ease, “You’re listening so well tonight. Being so good for us.” He allowed you to bob your head, taking him slowly as you moaned around his length. After a few moments, he pressed down on the back of your head, holding it in place as he hit your throat. Tears filled your eyes, gags heaving from the depths of your esophagus as you attempted to push yourself off of him, “Ahh. Sam, grab her hands.” Sammy hooked his hands around your elbows, pulling them behind your back, his thrusts never faltering. Jake lifted your face from his cock, watching proudly as you fought for a breath, more saliva dripping from your mouth with every gasping cough, “Go ahead and breathe, baby.” He gave you a few more seconds before bringing your mouth back, gliding along your tongue as he dragged your head up and down on him.

“Shit… Everytime you make her gag she fucking squeezes me so tight.” Sam’s voice was low and husky, breaking through the groans in his chest, “You’re so fucking close, babe. I can feel it.” He pulled harder on your arms, forcing an arch to your back and eliciting a loud wail from you at the changed angle. His cock was hammering into your g-spot, winding the coil tighter and tight with each pass.

Jake pulled you from his length again and released your hair, “Let her down a little bit, Sam, just a few inches.” He waited for his brother to comply, loosening his hold on your arms. You watched him stroke himself through blurry vision, “Your tongue, Y/N…” His free hand went to the back of your head, guiding your mouth to his balls. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at them hungrily before sucking them into the warmth of your mouth and moaning around them, “That’s- Oh fuck, baby. That mouth is heaven.” His breathing picked up along with the pumping of his hand, “You think we should fill her up, Sammy?” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to last much longer, “Think she earned it?”

“I think we earned it, brother.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth, “But she’s there, Jake. Any second…”

You let him fall from your mouth, “Pleeeease. I need it, please let me cum.” You pouted up at Jake, begging for the release, “I’ve been good, Jakey, please.” Your moans were becoming more desperate with every stroke of Sam’s dick.

He brushed the loose hairs from your face, “Swallow all of me and Sam will let you have it, pretty girl, I promise.” You gave a weak nod, ready to explode at any given moment. Jake was sliding back into your mouth in an instant, “I could stay here forever, you do so fucking well, baby.” He was guiding your head up and down but when you sucked your cheeks in, tightly suctioning your mouth around him, that was it, “Y/N, fuck-.” He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, his cock twitching frantically against your tongue, “Jesus, I- Fucking take it, baby. All of it.” He drove into the back of your throat, cursing under his breath as he held you in place, spilling into your mouth. Jake watched in awe as you gulped him down without a problem, savoring every last drop. He shuddered as he pulled you from his cock with an incredulous stare, “I don’t think anybody could ever compare to you…” He caught the pained expression on your face as you silently prayed for your own orgasm, “Let her have it, Sammy.” His thumb just barely ghosted over your lip when Sam was yanking you up by your arms.

“You’re so close, babe. Just let me have it.” He was in your ear, speaking through grunts as he slammed into you.

The sound of your cries was drowned out by the blood thrumming through your ears as the tension finally broke, “Sammy. Oh fuck, Sammy…” You choked out the words despite the fire spreading through your entire body, “God, I-” Your words were cut off by the flooding gush that forced Sam out of your cunt.

“No fucking way…” Sam kept a tight grip around your torso as he gaped at the puddle on the floor. He stared in awe for a couple more seconds before letting you drop to the bed to grasp your hips. He slid his cock back into you, only getting a few thrusts in before he was inevitably filling you with his release, muttering mindlessly through his heaving breaths. He carefully slipped out of you, watching his seed leak out, before Jake was distracting him.

“Sam, don’t let go of her! She’s gonna-” He was rushing to pull you onto the bed before your legs buckled beneath you. He tugged you against him, holding you close as he looked at your tired eyes, “She’s fucking spent, man. Go get something to clean her up…and a towel for the floor.”

Sam yanked his shirt over his head, giving it to his brother, “Put her in this. I’ll steal a pair of boxers from Josh’s room.” He waited for Jake to pull the shirt over your head, buttoning his jeans back up, before heading out of the room.

“You okay, baby? We didn’t go too far, did we?” He got your arms through the sleeves as you shook your head with a soft hum and your eyes started to close, “You’re tired, I know… Just wait until Sammy gets back with a washcloth and then we can go straight to sleep, pretty girl.” Your legs were still trembling as you curled into him and he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

Sam came barreling back into the guest room, tripping over his own feet, “I grabbed her some water, I think she lost a lot.” He said it with a chuckle as he dropped a towel over the mess you’d made and climbed onto the bed with the rag, “Here, babe, let me see.” He pushed your legs apart, making quick work of wiping you down, taking extra care around your sensitive bits, “Okay, can you just lift a little bit for me, Y/N?” You watched through barely opened eyes as he dropped the cloth on top of the towel and slid the stolen boxers over your legs. You lifted your hips with Jake’s help, allowing Sammy to secure the waistband in its proper place.

“Alright, baby.” Jake broke away from you to climb off the bed, prompting his younger brother to do the same, “We’re gonna let you rest.” He made sure you were nestled snug into the pillows before pulling the duvet over you.

You felt Sam press his lips to your temple and reached for him before he could pull away, “Stay with me. Both of you.” Your voice was raspy, riddled with sleep already, “Please.” You tugged on his hand, dragging him to lay down with you. Once you felt Sam settle in, you held your hand out to Jake, “Jakey…” You mewled, coaxing him towards you. He finally took your hand, sliding into the blankets beside you. Fully enveloped in the warmth of your two favorite boys, you started to drift, sleep taking you fast.

You felt your body relax into the mattress, the last thing you heard as your consciousness slipped away was Sammy’s voice, laced with an arrogant pride, “I made her fucking squirt, Jake.” . . . . .

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im-derty-dan · 1 year

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they're brothers and they make each other laugh and they have inside jokes and they grew up together and share the same memories and they love each other and

#they make me so emo y'all #i'm gonna curl up into a ball and cry #greta van fleet #forbidden twins #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #gvf

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wildbluesorbit · 2 months

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the only content I needed today

#theyre brothers!!#kiszka ass #forbidden twins #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jtk #sam kiszka #sam gvf #smk #greta van fleet #gvf #starcatcher #scwt

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 3 months

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Hand kink nation... we have been fed.

#forbidden twins #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #gvf hand!kink nation #jake gvf #sammy gvf #jtk #sfk #samuel francis kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka sir

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bizzielisteningtogreta · 11 months

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my favorite day of the week heheh🫶🏼

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sacredstarcatcher · 1 year

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Cruel Summer - Part 2

Jake & Sam x Reader

WARNINGS: language, mentions of alcohol consumption/intoxication, mentions of self-pleasure, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, a little angst

Part 1

Part 3

A week passes after your encounter with Jake. You head back to work and teach the tiniest growing minds by day, but by night, the thought of him plagues you until you can’t help but imagine your hands are his, dancing in circles under the covers of your queen size bed. He and his brother briefly mentioned that they’re a fairly well known band, and you for sure believed it when they were asked for a photo at the bar. The amount of photos of him at your fingertips was daunting and the peek at his instagram surely didn’t curb your appetite either. Yet still no text, no call, no carrier pigeon. You’re left feeling unsatisfied by every definition of the word.

You get a text from an unknown number on Thursday evening inviting you to a bonfire. Playing coy, you ask who it is. The disappointment is written all over your face when the response on your screen reads “Josh!”.

You ask if you can bring anything, but he says, “just yourself!” before sending his address and jokingly requesting you don’t tell anyone where he lives so he doesn’t have to move for the sixth time.

When you arrive you enter the bustling residence you nervously search the premises for someone, anyone you know. The first one you spot is Josh, who pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“I have to introduce you to a few of the main characters before I let you loose in here. Are you ready?” Josh, who you’re realizing has a flair for the dramatic even offstage, is eager to pull you into the living room. You stumble in and immediately lay eyes on Jake, lounging on the sofa, smoking something you’re sure isn’t a cigarette. He doesn’t see you, deep in conversation with a man in glasses. You take a deep breath, calming yourself as Josh continues on through his expansive home. You trail along until he stops in front of who you assume he’s introducing you to. He’s tall with dark curly hair, arms out in a striped tank top.

“First up is Daniel. Daniel is our drummer and on evenings like this, our den mother. Truly the most responsible of us all. Though the standards among us for that particular trait are on the floor.” Daniel smiles brightly at the two of you and you accept his handshake.

“You can call me Danny,” he offers in a gentle voice, and you’re immediately feeling comfortable in his presence. His personality makes you feel like you’ve been wrapped up in a towel fresh from the dryer after a hot shower on a rainy day. He’s so personable you’re not sure if anyone could resist his charm.

Just as you’re about to follow Josh onward, Danny is ambushed from behind, someone hopping up onto his back in a blur. All you can see is a vision of a purple tee, dark hair, and blinding white sneakers. You step back to avoid the commotion as Danny steadies himself, looking up at the person perched on his back.

The attacker meets your eyes and you see yet another pair of those honey brown irises. You think for a moment that it’s Jake, but once you see that his eyes are pinched at the corners from the happy grin on his face, you know it has to be someone else.

“This is the baby of the family. Say hello, Samuel. Be polite.” Josh leans and whispers loudly behind his hand. “We’re still teaching him manners.”

Sam does as he’s told, blinking his long lashes at you before letting out an energetic, “Hello!” and dropping to his feet. You can’t help but smile as Josh introduces you by name and Sam repeats it back to him, testing the way it feels on his lips as his warm hand squeezes yours in a handshake.

“How many of you are there?” you ask, your words really directed at Josh, but you’re enamored by Sam’s friendly smile and charisma, unable to look away. Your hands are still clasped together, your eyes locked.

“One more,” Sam responds with a soft smile, his voice a little quiet, telling you his response is just for you. “But she’s not here.”

Josh is quickly whisked away by another party guest and it startles the both of you to the point of retracting your hands like you were caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Uh… Do you have a drink yet? I’ll show you the kitchen.” Sam immediately makes you feel less alone, leading the way as you give a gentle wave to Danny.

Sam, who declares himself an amateur mixologist, takes it upon himself to create a special cocktail for you. “Sure, yeah, the rum and coke with cherry is good. But you have to take it one step further. You have to test the limits. Here,” he says, handing you a red solo cup. You accept it, smiling at his enthusiasm, and take a tentative sip. It’s delicious, and he knows you like it when he spots your wide eyes.

“What’s your secret?” you ask, thoroughly impressed. You’re grinning, unable to hide your smile when his own is so contagious.

“A little bit of grenadine. You seem like you appreciate the sweeter things,” he responds with a wink. You feel color rush to your cheeks, so you hide behind your cup and take another sip.

Your conversation is interrupted when you’re pulled by the elbow out of the kitchen and around the corner. It becomes clear you’ve been snatched away by Jake and he’s taking you down a dark hallway. You can’t help but be excited, giggling his name trying to keep up with his quick steps. He pulls you into the nearest closet and shuts the door under your arm. You feel his plush lips against yours and can tell he’s fighting a smile.

“Couldn’t be bothered to say hello?” He’s immediately pulling down your low cut shirt, his warm mouth leaving marks in its wake as he kisses his way down your chest, stretching the neckline. He folds over the cup of your bra, frantically gaining access without risking someone seeing you entirely naked in his twin’s coat closet.

“That’s pretty funny coming from someone who couldn’t be bothered to text me.” You hope your tine conveys your annoyance and built up sexual frustration. He bites your nipple harshly in response, eliciting a gasp. It must have worked.

“It’s been 6 days, you missed me that terribly?” he says, and you hear his stupid smirk even though you can’t see it in the dark. He’s trying to finagle his wrist to get his hand into your high waisted jeans, but he’s not making any progress and is getting frustrated.

“Just thought you might have, I don’t know, texted to make sure I got home safe?” you respond, swatting his hands away to undo the four buttons on your pants. Once they’re out of the way he fumbles in the dark to get into your underwear, fingers immediately collecting your wetness and rubbing tight, precise circles where you need it most. It silences you, which you think was his aim. The only other sound to leave your mouth is a gentle, “oh.”

“Oh?” he mocks, parroting the noise you thought went undetected back at you. “Not so mad at me now, are you? That a girl…” You can’t even attempt to be upset with him when your body is at his mercy. His praise makes you feel like you’re floating, dizzy even, and it doesn’t take long for him to have you right where he wants you. You feel the brush of his hair against your face and for a moment, you’re picturing Sam. Sam? The Sam you just met? He was handsome, sure. And tall, he’s very tall. He has big hands. I wonder what they’d-

Nope. You decide that’s enough of that and focus on Jake again.

“Want to feel you. Inside me. Jake,” you let out, pawing at his belt.

“I’ve created a monster, huh?” he teases, withdrawing his hand to pull his own faded, distressed jeans down just enough as you handle your own. He unceremoniously lifts your leg and pins you to the wall, holding you there while he rushes to get inside you. Your head lolls back against what’s probably Josh’s winter coat but you’re unable to care once he’s deep inside you, his thumb already bringing you to your end. It’s not long before you’re tightening around him, clutching his blue shirt in your fists as if he’s going somewhere.

You come down, letting out a gentle laugh and pushing him away just enough that he pulls out and you can sink to your knees. Once you take him in your mouth, you’re greeted by your favorite sound; a low, surprised groan that rumbles through him. You can’t help how pleased you are with yourself, nor can you control how it spurs you on to take as much of him as you can down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s good.” There he goes again, praising you, making you feel light and heady as you work to please him. You know you are when his hand finds its way into your hair and begins to tighten. Nothing on earth could stop you in this moment, and you’re soon rewarded as he stills your ministrations and spills inside your mouth, airy moans filling the closet as if he’s trying to go undetected. You stand soon after, tucking in your shirt and buttoning your pants.

“Fucking text me this time, ‘kay?” you say into the darkness before popping the door open and slipping out. You make your way to the bathroom nearby to make sure you don’t look like you’ve just been slutted out in a closet.

You try your hardest to assimilate yourself into the party, realizing you’re incredibly lucky that the bonfire finally started and everyone went outside. You grab a seltzer from the fridge and head through the sliding doors towards the bonfire, waiting for Jake to join you eventually. When you get outside, you spot Sam standing by his lonesome.

“Is that safe?” you ask him, watching Josh toss a wooden pallet onto the fire.

“Probably not. We’re lucky he hasn’t pulled the torch out yet.” Sam sips his red cup, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before he speaks. “You smell like sex.” You decide not to respond and sip your seltzer in silence.

“And you stole one of my seltzers?”

“You are so the youngest sibling.” He laughs at that one, and you appreciate that he’s got a good sense of humor.

“How’d you end up here anyway?” he asks, looking up at the growing flames. You look over and admire the amber light that warms his face and darkens his hair.

“I met your brothers at a bar last week.” You try to keep it short, avoiding the explanation.

“Ahh. So Jake booty called you here.”

“Actually, Josh invited me. We’re friends.” Your response is curt, but he’s unphased and chuckles anyway. You decide to lighten up a little, seeing as he’s clearly able to take a joke, so why can’t you? “I’m a kindergarten teacher, so Josh and I really hit it off. He knows all his numbers AND colors.”

Sam lets out a cackle at that, tossing his head back. Your eyes are drawn to his long neck and adam's apple, now it bobs as his infectious laugh echoes through the woods.

“What’s so funny?”

You peel your eyes off of Sam’s seemingly delicious neck to see a woman standing next to him.

“Oh, nothing. Just making fun of Josh.” Sam is suddenly tense as he lowers his voice and delivers the short response.

“Fuck you!” comes from a few feet away; he must have heard. You laugh and watch as Sam puts his hands in his pockets, withdrawing. Not that you know him incredibly well, but it seems out of character compared to the last hour or so you’ve seen him interacting with others. It all clicks into place when you see her snake an arm around his, coaxing him to come with her.

You take the silent moment to sneak away, not wanting to spend another second with those two. You instead catch back up with Jake, who sits with you for the better part of an hour until it’s so late you’re yawning into your drink. He kindly walks you to your car, a hand on your lower back.

“I’ll text you?”

You smile at his attempt and get into your car, heading home with a smile on your face.

-oOo-

The end of the school year brings you an overwhelming sense of relief.

You spend the first week following the last day of school taking care of yourself; catching up on sleep, filling your fridge, getting your hair and nails done, watching the newest season of your favorite show, and even deep cleaning your apartment. When you’re at your very best, seemingly out of things to do, you’re left with the impulse to text Jake.

You spend the second week following the last day of school in and out of Jake’s bed in various states of undress at seemingly any time of day. It always goes the same way; you don’t overstay your welcome, always grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, slipping on your sandals, and ducking out the back door to the alley where you started parking your car.

The weekend comes and you find yourself flashing your ID at a bouncer once again. Heading to the back of the bar, you spot your favorite set of brothers at a high top table playing some sort of drinking game involving a coin. You stop by the bar to grab a drink and then sneak up behind Jake, tugging gently at his sleeve.

“Oh, hey!” he says over the music, moving to the side to make space for you at the small table. He leans casually on the wall, sipping his beer, making no move to give you a hug or kiss. A stinging reminded of your situationship, but you brush it off and greet his brothers in stride.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, dearest. Aren’t you temporarily funemployed?” Josh wiggles his brows at you.

“For now. I start that summer theater camp next week.” You pull the toothpick of olives from your drink and place them on your napkin absentmindedly. Sam immediately swoops in, snatching the pink plastic sword and plucking one off the toothpick with his teeth.

“Oh yeah. When’s the show?” He asks, chewing aggressively. You watch him with a surprised look on your face, secretly admiring how comfortable he’s become around you.

“Last weekend in July.” Josh immediately swipes his phone open and begins putting the date in his calendar.

“We’ll be there. Josh will remind me. Right, Josh?” Sam’s on his second olive now. You smile warmly at Sam and his enthusiasm.

“Thankfully, I’ll be in Detroit,” Jake mentions. You roll your eyes, affectionately swatting at him.

“You’re such a fucking grouch,” you groan. He holds his glass up in agreement before downing the last of his drink.

The rest of the evening goes on as usual. Josh and Sam bicker, Jake observes and occasionally throws in his opinion. You eventually find yourself standing outside in the late night summer breeze saying goodbye to the three of them.

“Oh yeah, you guys probably won’t see each other for a while!” Sam says as you hug Jake goodbye. You pull away with a confused expression, looking between the both of them.

“I’m gonna be traveling for a bit. I’ll be back in like… two weeks.” He shoots a glare over at Sam, who has already moved on and is searching the streets for their uber.

“Oh,” you respond, trying to seem unaffected. “That should be fun.” It’s weirdly quiet now. Josh is watching the exchange, but pretending to be on his phone.

“Yep,” Jake says, stretching and trying to stop a yawn. “Well, we better get going.”

Your heart is knocking from the inside of your chest, begging you to tell him you’re going to miss him. It’s the truth, after all. You’ve become so accustomed to spending either your morning or evening or both with him, that you can only imagine how lonely you’re going to feel when he’s away. But who are you to feel that way when he hadn’t even told you he was leaving, and you’re standing in front of him, too afraid to ask where he’s going?

“We’ll keep you company while he’s gone,” Sam says, his voice pulling you from the spiral in your head. He must have sensed some tension and it’s simply in his nature to relieve it. You give him a grateful smile and pull out your keys.

“I’ll see you guys around,” you offer, giving a small wave and retreating to your car. As soon as you shut the door, the tears come.

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