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grinding on my best friend in a totally straight way

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL?? WHAT???

🌈Oceanic Feeling 🌈

picking his boogers

JUST WOKE UP I WAS GONNA WATCH GOOD MYTHICAL MORNING THEN BOOM MIRADOR INTERVIEW

he's asking if he can hold ur shoulder boulders

6/9/25

the amount of () in joshs caption I can't he's so silly

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oooo I've been really into buffalo springfield and the web of connecting bands lately

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Oh no… 🫣

If I could quote the guitar solo I would

does tiny josh ever use a pride flag as a little blanket?

yep

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

That's not- nevermind

Follow up to this lol

I need to hear josh belting some show tunes ik that freak loves falsettos

oh my gods my favorite au ever...

Do you think you’ll update heaven in time (HIT) again? Love you and your writing

heres a secret just between you and me, anon...i do have the absolute bare bones of another chapter partially written, but im not sure A) where its going or B) if ill finish it

HOWEVER. its on the table! also omg thank you??? thats so sweet

how are the tinies celebrating Pride?

They're supporting the queer community, of course

Happy Thursday! Today we start getting a bit more from our other characters, and it’s a treat! Hope you enjoy

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash Jake Kiszka X Fem OC

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY! We’re back ladies and gents, themes of jealousy, manipulation, intrusive thoughts, smoking, smut including: m/f sex, oral m&f receiving, consensual chocking, blood drinking, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.6k

“Sam! Wait!” Danny caught the door before it could even swing shut and took off after him, no one in the party even looking up from where they were either drinking or dancing. Except maybe for Terry who was still waiting on the ice, but even he was two steps away from forgetting as his wife pulled him up and started swaying her bedazzled hips.

He could go after them, but something about the looks Sam had given him the past few days led Jake to believe his face was the last thing Sam wanted to see right now. Besides, there was something else far more interesting left waiting inside.

Quietly, Jake pushed the back door open and slipped inside, intentionally stepping around the now broken beer bottle on the floor. Once he eased his way around the corner she came into sight. Diane was sitting on the edge of the bar. How she’d gotten up there when the counters sat high compared to her short petite stature was beyond him, but he certainly didn’t underestimate her determination.

Thinking she was alone now she had a hand down the front of shirt, adjusting the way her breasts sat atop her push-up bra. Just when she was about to grab the edge of the countertop and jump down onto her flashy and probably overpriced boots her eye caught something shifting in the dark.

“Back the fuck off Billy or I’ll mace your ass again!”

She yelled like nothing scared her, but she was already reaching into her boot for said spray.

“Do I look like Billy?” Jake questioned, stepping out into the light that seeped through the windows so she could get a better look at him.

With her eyes squinted, Diane tucked the spray back into her boot and sat up straighter. “Jake?”

“Indeed it is darling” a cattish grin spread across his lips, but he kept them tightly closed as he approached her. “Why aren’t you enjoying the party with everyone else?”

“Oh,” she returned the smile, the light shade of pink gloss on her lips looking freshly applied. “I was just talking to Danny but he had somewhere else to go”. Jake was only a couple of feet away from her now, and her eyes scanned up and down his body before she lifted a suggestive brow. “I’m glad you’re here now, but why aren’t you at the party?”

“I heard a little commotion earlier” he replied truthfully, Jake was always one to tell the truth after all. “I came to check and make sure everyone was alright… are you? Alright?”

Diane faked a sigh of frustration, tossing her long jet black hair, specifically curled in loose waves for this party, over her shoulder and leaned closer in a way that made her chest puff out and her breasts press together. “Not really, I don’t want to be alone. You wouldn’t let me be alone tonight Jake, would you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Jake grinned again as he finally came to stand before her. He reached forward, trailing his fingers against her neck and she opened her legs to allow him closer. “Why do you try so hard?”

“Hmm?” She had let her eyes close as Jake leaned forward to press kisses against the skin of her throat. It didn’t even occur to her that despite the evocative way he was touching her, Jake wasn’t at all interested.

After a few more teasing kisses Jake pulled back, waiting until her eyes fluttered open again to see why he’d stopped to continue to speak lowly. “Don’t you get it? Or are you really just that stupid?”

Her eyes widened and he felt her tense in his grasp, one hand still against the side of her neck and the other having grabbed her hip to keep her from moving. “Danny doesn’t want you like that. He never has, and he never will. So stop getting in the way. All you ever were to him was a warm drink, and that’s all you’ll be for me”.

“Dri-?” Before her mouth could even finish forming the question, Jake turned her head aside and closed his jaw around the thick ropy vein in her neck. Her scream was cut off by a choke as she fought for air against his hold.

Jake could feel her heart rate rising, fluttering faster and faster until it seemingly reached its peak and she went limp. He then let go, knowing she’d be too weak and disoriented to try and run now. At least that’s how they’d all been every time Danny was there, watching, carefully making sure Jake didn’t hurt anyone.

Danny wasn’t here though, and Jake was watching with hunger still laced in his eyes as she reached up and winced when touching her neck.

“Did you really… bite me?”

I did! Jake was shouting inside his head while his exterior remained stoic and focused. I did it! She’s fine, and Danny wasn’t even here to stop me! Fuck… Danny isn’t here. What do I do now?

During all the ‘practice’ Jake and Josh did with Danny, he had always taken over at the end making sure to wipe their memories of what had happened. Jake hadn’t gotten that far yet.

Ok, don’t panic, if you panic she will start panicking.

Diane flinched when Jake grabbed her shoulders, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Hey, stay right here. I’m going to go get some help”.

She stared up at him, her eyes still round as the tray she carted over her shoulder when waitressing.

“You hear me? Stay put”.

Going on nothing more than a hope and a prayer Jake disappeared. Off to find Danny before things inevitably got very, very messy.

“Sam! Have you seen Danny?” Jake asked with a slightly worried look on his dumb, stupid face.

“No”. Sam lied. Of course he’s looking for Danny, who else would he be spending all of his free time with?

“Cut the shit Sam” Jake snapped. It was uncommon for him to not remain composed in most situations so that got Sam’s attention quick. “Listen, I know something’s up with you two” he exhaled slowly, centering himself again before he went off and said something that would seriously piss Sam off - like how Danny had confided in him just a bit about the breakup. “I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed as he tried to gauge how serious Jake was. Serious, by the looks of it.

“Now, will you tell me where Danny went?”

Thank the heavens Diane was just where he’d left her when Jake came back. Danny gave him a sideways look, she was also in the exact same spot he’d seen her last.

“I know, not my finest moment, but you’re still going to help me right?”

“I’m not going to do anything” Danny replied as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You are”.

Jake opened his mouth to counter, but before he could speak Danny already had him turned around and was walking him over to Diane. “Focus” Danny leaned down to mutter into his ear. “Look her in the eye and feel it”.

I feel… something. Jake thought to himself, but he was unsure if it was the feeling Danny was referring to or the adrenaline he was still riding from feeding. Coming to stand in front of her again Diane locked sights with Jake, her frightened eyes growing droopy.

“What now?” Jake asked, taking his time with each word in an attempt to prevent himself from slipping up.

“Now,” Danny let Jake’s shoulders go and took a step back, watching over them to make sure he was actually doing it right. “Tell her what you need to. Influence her”.

“Diane” Jake began, and she nodded her head to show she understood he was speaking to her now. “I want you to forget what I said to you earlier. Forget everything I said. In fact, forget you even saw me in here at all. When I leave you’re going to get your things and find someone sober enough to drive you home”.

Diane nod her head again, not even blinking once since Jake wasn’t blinking either.

“Did it work?” Jake whispered over his shoulder, still holding eye contact.

“We should watch her for a few days, but yes it should have”.

Jake had seen Danny influence the strangers, or ‘volunteers’ as Danny kept trying to convince them to call the people they fed on, multiple times over the last two weeks. For some reason he always thought it was going to be harder to learn. “That’s it?”

“That’s it” Danny echoed with his hands on his hips. He wouldn’t say he was proud, but Jake doing so well was giving him a sense of relief that at least something he was doing was working.

“And Diane,” Jake quickly added, “you’re going to start being nicer to Sam too”.

Danny couldn’t help the smile that twitched on his lips. Normally he didn’t like messing with people’s free will too much, but she honestly could probably benefit from being a little less bitchy to her coworkers.

Once Danny was sure Jake had everything under control he took his leave. Even if he was excited Jake was able to feed safely on his own he still wanted to look after the twins for a bit longer. At least for tonight though he’d let them be, it was their party after all. They needed to enjoy it while they still felt their birthday was something to celebrate and not just another year spent walking the Earth in the dark.

Having lost sight of both Jake and Danny for a good while now Sam tried to not let his emotions get the best of him.

I’m not trying to get between you and him, ok?

Why would Jake even say that? Sam nibbled on the corner of his thumb as he kept a dutiful eye on Josh. Sam had been most nervous about the party, so he’d already decided before it started that he was going to keep watch of the twins. Drinks had been offered to him by just about everyone here tonight, Sam having a reputation of letting loose and having a good time - no need to bring up that he was the only Kiszka in town with an arrest record.

Who knew what Jake was up to, and if it involved Danny then Sam definitely did not want to know. Josh on the other hand was doing surprisingly well. He almost seemed his normal self as Sam watched him smile from ear to ear and dance around like a weird uncle. He even had Sam chuckling from time to time when he butt in on Terry and his wife dancing, taking both of their hands and swinging his arms back and forth. When the song was over she leaned in and let Josh give her a peck on the cheek before he turned around and tried to kiss Terry next. Sam couldn’t stop his laugh when Terry promptly ran away.

What a lovable guy Josh was. No wonder it was hard for him to learn his new way of life. He’d figure it out for himself eventually though. If there was anything Sam knew about his brothers, it was that they were strong. They could get through this, together.

Fuck it the little voice in the back of Sam’s head, not the adult sounding one, shouted loud enough for him to finally pay attention. If Josh didn’t need a babysitter, then there was no reason for him to stay sober.

Remembering how anxious he had been when handling stuff at the bar for Josh, Sam crossed the gravel lot over to his usual parking spot and threw his car door open. With one knee pressed into the seat, half of his body still dangling outside the car, Sam reached over the center console and popped open the glove box.

There wasn’t much in there. Just an old CD case mostly filled with bootlegged music Jake had burned onto his own disks in high school, likely giving their family computer a virus even if he never owned up to it. Sam was so pissed when he couldn’t log into neopets to check on his stuff while it was being serviced.

In addition to a pack of tissues and a couple of lighters Sam found what he was looking for - a crumpled pack of cheap cigarettes. “Come to daddy” Sam grinned as he flipped the cover over, revealing not a crumbling torn up cigarette, but the one last joint he’d rolled the week before. Normally he’d share one with their busser during break to get the both of them through the end of the shift, but tonight this one was all his and he planned to sit in his car with the windows rolled up until he was sufficiently baked enough to go back to the party.

As he watched the glass fog over with each glowing puff, Sam realized Danny had never seen him high before. He was sure they’d talked about it once or twice - Danny did go to college in the seventies after all. He didn’t much care what Danny might think if they ran into each other again tonight, he needed this.

In fact the more Sam smoked the more he felt like maybe he should bump into Danny. The head rush always did make it easier for Sam to chit chat mindlessly instead of trying to over analyze every little thing someone was saying to him.

Maybe they could have a nice conversation, try to get on good terms again. It wasn’t like Sam wanted to push Danny away, even if he had initiated a break up. It was just easier to act like he wanted nothing to do with him rather than fight every overwhelming emotion he felt when Danny still looked at him like he’d pull every star from the sky and hang them again in whatever patterns Sam wanted him to.

Danny was everything Sam had been waiting for in a guy and he wanted to be with him, desperately, but now just wasn’t the right time.

Danny had disappeared again, but he didn’t worry himself with that as he stood on the back patio waiting for Diane to come out.

“Jesus Jake!” She jumped like she had seen a ghost when he stepped from out of the shadows. “What are you doing? The party is over there”. She pointed towards the roar of music and laughter coming from the front of the bar before tucking her hand into the front of her tiny jean shorts and pulled out her car keys.

“Where are you going?” Jake questioned, his pointed eyes flicking to her keys then back to her eyes curiously.

“Home” she sighed defeatedly like it hadn’t been her idea to call it a night.

Jake took a step closer, plucking the keys from her hand before she could even attempt to ask him what he was doing. “Need someone to get you there safe?” His eyes met hers again, a subtle offer lying deep in the dark orbs that shined mischievously with the glow of the newly fixed street light overhead.

Her glossy lips curled into a smile, taking his hint, and she nodded her head. They walked quickly to her car to avoid being caught by anyone and Jake held the passenger door open for her before slipping behind the wheel.

Diane’s apartment wasn’t far from the bar. That was one of the reasons she worked there, an easy commute, and because she got good tips that paid for all her makeup and flashy nails. She was a simple girl, not one Jake usually went for, but what did it matter now they were already here.

As soon as she unlocked the front door Jake caught her by the waist before she could step inside and pressed his lips into the curve of her neck. Her body responded by pressing her ass into his groin, tossing her head back with a soft moan as he sucked harder drawing blood to the surface to form a rosy bruise. He could almost taste her again, but he kept it under control as he slowly drug his lips to the shell of her ear. “Want to taste you” he muttered with a teasing nibble that made her giggle and moan again. “You’ll let me in so I can?”

“Hmm, I don’t know” she teased back, now full on grinding against him right there in the open where all her neighbors could see. He squeezed her hips once before pulling away to swat at her ass.

“Come on, be a good girl and invite me in”.

“Fuck” She moaned again, already growing wet enough to soak her panties through at the mere thought of what was about to happen. She had a few decent guys on rotation when she needed a little night in, but something about Jake showing interest in her for the first time ever got her blood pumping. “Yes Jake, come in, please”.

Not wasting another second Jake spun her around and connected his lips to hers, backing her inside and kicking the door shut behind them. Never having been inside Diane’s apartment did not stop Jake from finding the couch. He led her there with expertise, a small ‘hmph’ leaving her mouth in a huff when she fell back onto the cushions, pulling Jake down with her. Jake took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his fingers fighting with the tight fabric of her jean shorts until they were sliding down her smooth legs.

Keeping his eyes on hers, Jake trailed his kisses downwards at the same time as he lowered himself to his knees onto the carpet in front of the couch. He placed one more wet open mouthed kiss just above the waistline of her pink striped panties, god he could already smell her and it was making his mouth water. “Can I taste you now?” He politely asked, toying with the elastic in one hand and propping a leg up onto his shoulder with the other.

“Yes Jake” she breathlessly replied when he pressed another kiss to her center through the fabric and she bucked her hips up chasing the feeling when he pulled back to finally remove her panties and tossed them aside.

Jake resumed the same position and his tongue gently licked all the way from her entrance, gathering up a healthy mixture of slick and saliva, and landed on her clit. Diane’s hands found their way into his hair, scratching her thick acrylic nails against his scalp as he went to work, flicking his tongue until she was crying his name. With her sufficiently riled up he pressed two fingers inside slowly, feeling as more arousal came pooling out and her walls fluttered around him.

“You going to cum already?” He pulled his mouth away to smirk up at her, and plunged his fingers in harder.

Her chest was heaving, legs already slightly quivering. “You’re good at this” she whispered, like she hadn’t expected herself to be this close either.

“Well, you can have this one but then you don’t cum again until I tell you to”. Jake was bound and determined now to get her to fall apart on his fingers and he connected his mouth to her sweet bundle of nerves once more so he could taste it when she did. It wasn’t even minutes later until she was rocking her hips uncontrollably against his tongue and her orgasm came washing over, Jake licking it all up until she was done and tugging at his hair to pull him away.

Giving her a moment to float back down to Earth Jake stood, the bulge in his pants visible now. “I’m going to go clean up and when I come back you’ll be in bed waiting for me” he stated more than posed it as a question.

Diana nodded in understanding and Jake turned to find the bathroom. It was a small apartment so it didn’t take him long to find, the open door across the hall from what he assumed was her bedroom being his first stop. As soon as he was out of sight Jake gripped the counter and inhaled deeply.

Taking deep breaths didn’t work in easing him as they once did before. His body no longer needed oxygen, so pulling air into his lungs was futile as it came right back out without any relief. His head was still spinning.

He could still hear thumping in his ears, only it wasn’t his own heartbeat driving him insane. It was hers. The entire time he was between her legs all he could hear was the sound of blood rushing in her veins. His mouth watered again, but not because of what he’d done. Because he knew all he had to do was turn his head and sink his teeth into the meat of her thigh and the blood would come rushing out. Satisfying that insistent craving.

Jake never felt like he would lose control when he was practicing with Danny. Even earlier tonight at the bar when he went rogue for a moment, he was able to feed from her without going too far. For the first time Jake felt like if he’d allowed himself to slip up that he might not have been able to stop. The urge was nearly overwhelming. A primal need unlike any other he’d felt before, and it had taken all of his control to focus on finishing her off rather than really finishing her off.

In another attempt to pull himself together, Jake splashed some cool water on his face. He washed her from his lips, not needing the reminder of how close he had come to a fatal mistake and gripped the door knob hard enough it dented the metal.

“Jake? Are you alright?” Diane called out after him at the sound of the door opening. She was in her bedroom just as he had instructed. All of her clothes were removed, and she was waiting for him to join her again.

“Never better” Jake flashed her another tight lipped grin and pulled his shirt over his head, her lips pulling back into a smile at the sight of his bare chest. “Now come here”.

Diane shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed, making contact with her lips against Jake’s tummy as she undid the buckle of his belt and reached into his pants to palm at his erection.

“My turn”. She was all too eager to finish undoing his pants and as soon as he was free she swallowed him whole until his tip was nudging the back of her throat.

“Fuck yes” Jake moaned and reached one hand forward to gather up her long hair, still holding a soft wavy curl even after everything that had already happened tonight, into his fist. He thrust into her mouth and she squeezed his hip, silently letting him know it was okay to go harder. So he did, tightening his grip around her hair and pushing inside until she was gagging around his length.

He could stay like this all night, fucking her throat, and she’d probably let him but Jake wanted more. He was quickly realizing that sex after his transformation was somehow different. It was difficult to be so physically close with someone and not want to bite into their flesh. Well, he was always a bit of a biter but never to this extent. He knew he could do this though, he wouldn’t hurt her…

“Lay back” he commanded again, thrusting one more time into her mouth then pulling out with a string of spit still coating the head of his cock. He used that to pump himself a few times as she flipped back over onto her back and pulled herself onto the pillows.

Jake kicked his pants the rest of the way off and joined her on the bed, connecting their mouths again when they met. With his hips situated between her legs now, Jake ran his tip through her folds making Diane squirm underneath him until he finally pushed inside, steadily until he bottomed out.

He braced himself and a pace was set right off the bat. Not too fast, but also just quick enough that Diane was already moaning loud enough her neighbors were sure to hear through these thin walls. Jake didn’t mind it though, the noise was a good distraction from the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. Jake leaned back, changing his angle to hit her deeper and in the very spot that took her breath away with each skilled thrust of his hips.

One of her hands found his, and she guided it up her chest until his fingers were circling around her neck. Jake’s pupils blew wide. Was she really asking him to do what he thought she was? Diane nodded her head like she could hear his thoughts, and that only scared Jake even more considering his mind was torn between continuing to fuck her, and to tear into her throat without remorse.

He buried those thoughts deep, and closed his hand around her throat. Tight enough that her eyes went rolling back but he was still careful not to use too much strength. Jake had yet to explore the depth of his new capabilities, but something told him it wouldn’t be hard at all to crush her windpipe.

Diane had no idea what he was capable of. Not anymore at least since he’d influenced her to forget their previous encounter tonight. She wasn’t bothered by it though, in fact he could feel her clenching even tighter around him as she fought the urge to cum again. Who knew she would turn out to be so obedient?

Jake could feel her pulse beneath his fingers, but this time it didn’t bother him so much. His mind was too occupied with keeping his grip on her throat loose enough that he wasn’t doing any real harm. She might have some bruises tomorrow morning, but nothing anyone else wouldn’t be capable of leaving behind after a wild round or two in the sheets.

“Jaaake” she practically screamed his name as he fucked her harder into the mattress.

With his hand still wrapped around her neck Jake leaned forward and silenced her with another kiss. “That’s right, go ahead and give it to me now” he muttered against her whimpering mouth.

When Diane fell apart Jake’s pace never slowed. Her orgasm wrapped around the both of them all at once and suddenly he felt his teeth growing into sharpened points. Jake pressed his lips into a harsh line and looked away quickly, his long hair curtaining his face. Diane was too consumed by her pleasure to even notice anything was wrong until he was pulling out and finishing on her stomach with an animalistic groan.

“Fuck that was hot” Diane panted, slowly coming down from her high exhausted and out of breath. “Please tell me we're doing that again sometime”.

Jake had never thought about getting in bed with Diane before. He knew she was an attractive girl, just about all the single men in town knew that, but after all the bellyaching he heard Sam talk about her during their lunches he was never really keen on giving her the time of day.

Well Jake had all the time in the world now, so what was a few nights having a little fun? They were pretty physically compatible and Jake had just proved to himself that he was still capable of sex without losing control.

“No promises doll” he smiled slyly, his teeth having returned to normal after a few moments of concentration. He offered his hand to help her out of bed and they walked across the hall together to shower off before he bid her goodnight and went on his way.

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yeah no I can't do this ever

Ig 📸 sophiechoosestheroad

NOT okay with any of these

freak in the sheets as well as in most other locations

just remembered josh takes it up the butt. like actually. that is crazy

proud to say I know which photo

based on that one image on twt idk Sorry...

THIS WAS SO GOOD AND FOR WHAT

Soul Stealer

Pirate Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)

CW: Portrayals of fear, mentions of blood, murder and dying, heartbreak, grief. SMUT: oral (f) receiving, fingering, loss of virginity/first time, penetrative sex, kissing, brief mentions of pain and nervousness (handled really well), nipple play, a little bit of biting and teasing and lots and lots of talking you through it, oh and of course soul stealing.

Summary: When The Dread Pirate Jacob appeared on the dock of your town for the first time in 300 years, searching for something he couldn't have, he found you and gave you something else instead.

Word Count: 9.7k

Legend has it that the Dread Pirate Jacob died nearly 300 years ago. His ship had been attacked- hull shredded to pieces by bombs and cannon fire, and Jacob Thomas drowned. His cold corpse sank to the depths of the ocean floor, but when it hit the bottom, it passed right through. His body descended to the Underworld, yet as soon as he entered that fiery land of death, he was lifted out by the souls of all the men he ever killed. Even the land of the devil hadn’t wanted the evil that he seemed to draw with his fingertips. While they were pushing him out however, he managed to grab one. That first soul he stole kept him barely alive- just long enough to commandeer a nearby ship. It went like this: a hand emerged from the water, grabbing onto the rigging of the ship. The man hoisted himself up by the single arm, the other clutching his sword with such malice, his whole body shook with it. His devoted blade, bound to him by his father and his father before him, christened- The Beloved, slashed through the chests of the entire crew. Grasping at the threads of his own existence, held on by a weak and dying soul, he sailed that ship from town to town, in search for more. Those borrowed souls bought him time. Although stolen would be a better descriptor, save for the girls who gave theirs to him, willingly.

Some claim that there never was a Jacob Thomas Kiszka. Others swear that they’ve seen his ship far off on the horizon, searching for souls. They say you can feel the ice cold wind when he passes, smell the stench of death, hear its scream and cry. And there is disagreement, of course, among those who do believe in the great legend. Some think he was brought back from the dead, stealing souls to satiate the hollow of his chest- soul stolen by the devil himself. Others think he is dead. Merely a ghost of the infamous pirate.

You were never so sure about the tale, despite the innumerable storytellings- wide-eyed late nights cozied in bed, your mother swearing on it.

Now you know firsthand. 

There was nothing ghostly about the man who appeared on the dock that fateful day. He did not look dead, nor 300 years old. In fact, he seemed to be only a few years your senior. The age he held was in his eyes. There were flashes of stories. The blackest of storms, the reddest blood of all the men he lost.

The townspeople had fled the port on that overcast day, locking themselves up in their homes when he arrived with his crew. You hadn’t. His boots clicked calmly along the wood, drawing closer. People screamed and fainted all around you. Your feet were firmly planted on the ground. His eyes were on you. 

It wasn’t fear that you felt, but devotion. The haze that clouded your mind when his eyes took a peak at your soul was the greatest feeling you had ever felt. Like a thousand ocean breezes gracing your skin while you burn in the heart of a fire. He wanted your soul. And if he wanted it, he would have it.

He appeared in front of you like a gust of wind. He smelled of salt. His hair was long and brown. His tricorne was perched on his head, haphazardly, as if he had just thrown it on. He wore a jet black blouse, nearly ripped to shreds and open, revealing a tan chest and a silver coin necklace. On top of that, a dark jacket, fitted perfectly to his wide shoulders, and finally, a pair of trousers.

There was a sword in his belt. Gleaming, elegant, and deadly. Your curious hands had reached for it, without a thought going through your head. In that instant, you saw a flash of gold in an amused smile. Then- darkness. 

You awoke slowly to a scratchy pillow, prickling your cheek. The floor moved, rocked back and forth gently with the waves. Your head lifted, heavy with confusion and a sleep deeper than you’d ever felt before. Your eyes traveled around the room. Wooden walls, a small table covered in papers, and a thin stack of books on the floor. Turning to your other side you found a small circular window just above the bed. You watched for a moment as the water tickled the glass. You were still tired then and you soon drifted back to sleep.

Hours slipped by with Jacob passing by his door, hoping each time that your beautiful eyes would finally be open. If he waited 300 years, he could wait just a little longer. A few times he allowed himself a moment to watch your sleeping figure. He was entranced by the rise and fall of your chest. The subtle breaths falling from your parted lips- a luxury he had been deprived of for so long. Then, finally, your eyes were open when he passed by, surveying the room. He leaned his body against the door frame, waiting for you to notice him.

When you finally did, he smiled and you saw his golden tooth once more. This frightened you, and when you tried to scurry away, you felt something hit you. It wasn’t an object, but a force. Every inch of your body was frozen still. Only your eyes moved freely, searching his in terror.

“Don’t panic,” he soothed, pushing his body from the door to take a step closer. His voice was velvet. Smooth, but breathy- like the words softly sailing from his lips were the finest poetry. His voice held a knowledge that, against your better judgement, made you feel calm. “It’s only temporary.”

He said nothing else, only advanced until the distance between you was closed. He perched himself on the edge of the bed. His face was nearly blank, except for the tiniest sliver of devastation. Longing. You could see it in the way his eyebrows tipped up, and in the way his eyes glistened. 

You could finally see his eyes now. They were dark brown, holding a strange inhuman quality. They were faded- tired. When they looked at you, the feeling that washed you over was something deep and profound. It felt like a secret was being whispered.

He reached his hand out, slowly, and cupped your cheek. His thumb smoothed over the skin. You felt the icy roughness of his fingers. 

“It really is you,” he choked, face suddenly breaking with a smile dipped in sorrow. “I can’t believe it.”

Without the slightest bit of movement- the wave of a hand or the whispering of an ancient curse, your body breathed life again. You took a long inhale, staying under his touch. Time stretched as your eyes danced together, eerie familiarity racking at your brain. It was a few moments before you remembered yourself and tore your face away.

“Who are you?” you spat. 

His hand stilled in the air as he watched you retreat. It stayed there for a second and he closed his eyes, his fingers twitching with the memory of your warm skin. Finally he placed his arm back at his side. He looked down. He looked up.

“I’m Jake.”

“You’re The Dread Pirate Jacob.”

He smiled shamelessly, the gold sparkling. That was answer enough.

“Why do you think you know me?” 

“You think I don’t know you?” His lips curled into a smirk. “I think you should be asking yourself a different question, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “How do you know me?”

“But I don’t know you.”

“Oh but you do. You just said it yourself.” He paused. “Ask yourself this- why are you not afraid of me?”

“What, I-”

“You stood tall when I set foot on your dock, tried to duel me with my own sword, and now you’re here, having a casual conversation with a pirate. A dead pirate.”

“So you are dead?”

Jacob chuckled.

“I’m much more than that, sweetheart.” 

Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at your lap, finding his hand outstretched. You looked back to him cautiously, watching his face as you slotted your hand in his. He took it with all the care in the world, bringing it softly to his chest. 

There should have been a heart there, beating boldly with every pump. Or lungs that rattle with every breath. But there was not. Instead what your fingers felt was a rumble. Underneath his cold skin was a war of souls, swimming around, trying to find their way out. Trapped. Stolen.

You pulled your hand back in horror, looking at him with a similar expression. A flash of pain appeared on his face- something he tucked away quickly. The words that next exited your mouth were hardly your own. They came out small and weak.

“Are you going to take my soul?”

Jacob laughed this time. It boomed and bounced off the walls of his cabin before reaching your ears.

“Won’t you stay for dinner?”

-

The table was covered in foods of every size, shape and color. Heaps of fruits you’d never seen before, cheeses and meats, breads and rum. Your wide eyes raked over the delicacies, looking up to find Jacob only casually glancing.

He sat intently. His jacket and hat had been removed, leaving him in only his blouse and trousers. Even more of his skin was exposed, but you tried not to stare, even though it was difficult. His arm was thrown over the side of his chair, calm and composed. His features were bold, the curve of his lips soft, his jawline chiseled and nose sculpted to perfection. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He watched you all the same.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” you admitted guiltily. You hadn’t eaten all day.

His eyes surveyed the table before he reached out to grab an interesting chunk of something white. 

“I bet you’ve never tried this before” the trace of a smile played on his lips as he held out the piece of food.

“No. What is it?”

“It’s coconut. Here, try it.”

You took the food carefully, bringing it to your lips. It smelled like almost nothing. You placed it on your tongue and rolled it between your teeth. Soon its flavor unfolded. It was glorious. Sweet and subtle, with the most amazing texture. You chewed on it until it was nothing but a bit of pulp. 

After you told him you liked it, you waited for him to have some. You soon realized that he couldn’t. You both pretended it wasn’t so.

He watched you eat and found himself smiling when your cheeks were stuffed and you struggled to swallow the mass of food. Something in him settled in the silence between you. He didn’t have a heart- not quite, but he felt something in his chest that day he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

The two of you sat like this for a little while- until you were full and the topic at hand could no longer be danced around. Jacob fiddled with a braided cloth bracelet on his wrist, his eyes cast downward.

“So what are they saying about me these days?” His eyes lifted to yours and he forced a sly smile.

“Oh. You mean the stories? Well my mother told it to me. She said her mother had told her, and her mother before her and so on, that nearly 300 years ago your ship was attacked and you… well died I suppose.” Jacob hung on every word, face tight with pain. “You drowned and sank to the ocean flo-”

“No,” Jacob barked. His hand came down hard on the wooden table, knocking down some of the food. You flinched before he quickly softened his voice. “That isn’t true. I can’t drown. I’m the best bloody sailor this goddamn ocean has ever seen.” He shook his head and pinched the space between his eyebrows. “A mockery.”

You watched carefully, the slightest bit of fear prickling your skin as he murmured a string of curses. After he finished, his eyes returned to yours. He sighed deeply, his face returning to its solemn state.  

“Let me tell you the real story,” he said.

You nodded, sitting up a little straighter. 

Jacob closed his eyes, summoning something within himself. When they opened, they were different- sad.

“300 years ago my ship stumbled upon these very waters. I was young. I was eager, and I had only been a captain for a matter of months. I made a mistake- a grave mistake. I did something that men like me aren’t supposed to do.” He paused. “I fell in love.”

He wasn’t looking at you now. It was too much. His face scrunched up and he alternated between looking down and not looking at anything at all. You thought to reach out and touch his hand, but you didn’t. 

“I tried to deny it. We sailed away and my heart broke. I saw her eyes in the stars, felt her breath in the wind, and dreamed of her soft skin. Only a couple years went by before I finally caved. I made us go back. It was selfish of me, but I saw her again. It was as if nothing had changed,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “She was the sun. She was everything. I wanted for the first time in my life to be somewhere. I wanted to be with her.”

The look on his face was terrible. His eyes looked dead and his lips quivered. Without thinking, you reached for his hand. Still he didn’t look at you, but he smiled weakly.

“That’s when I knew it was a mistake. My home could never be on any land. My heart was torn in two pieces. Half of it with her, half of it with the sea. It’s a difficult thing to explain, but I had to leave. I wanted to take her with me, but she wanted to stay. I was angry then, because I didn't understand. I just wanted everything. I wanted the whole world.” He shook his head again. “One day we woke early in the morning. The sun was peeking in through her window and I watched her sleeping face. She was an angel. I kissed her, and left before she woke up. I wouldn’t have been able to bear it. And that was the last time I ever saw her alive.”

He paused again. His eyes were shut tight- remembering, his lips, thin and quivering. All you could do was grasp his hand harder. He squeezed right back.

“We left, but not soon after, a war started to break out. I was scared although I wouldn’t admit it. We sailed back- I sailed us back to save her. When we got there it was…” 

A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn’t help it. It was the story of course, but it was his face. Watching it made you feel the pain right along with him. You let the tear fall because both of your hands held onto his, but Jacob’s eyes suddenly opened as if he had sensed it. He leaned forward, his hand wiping away the tear. 

“Don’t break my heart all over again, angel,” he smiled softly. 

“When we got there it was too late. The town was almost completely to the ground. I blamed myself of course. But I didn’t drown,” he spit out the word, face scrunching at the absurdity. “I jumped. I tried to save her. I swam down until there was no more air in my lungs. That’s only because I didn’t need air. I had love. I was going to find her there, and bring her back or die trying.”

He let out a dry chuckle, hollow and fragile.

“I saw her swimming with all of those souls and I tried to grab her. I missed, I- I,” he shook his head. “I took someone else's. I didn’t have time to go back for hers, I was running out of life. The truth is I don’t know what happened exactly after that. I woke up and I was alive, but I wasn’t. I felt lighter, I felt empty. I knew I was borrowing time and I was weak. I had to find more… more souls.”

Your spine shivered. You felt his hand twitch as his eyes opened, gaze digging into yours. 

“You have something different.” 

His lips curled into a smile and his body leaned closer. You tried to pull your hands away, but he only held them tighter. 

“You have something I want. I knew it was you from the moment I saw you. You- you even have her eyes.”

Your blood went cold. His knuckles turned white.

“Jacob you’re hurting me,” you whispered, voice trembling with fear. 

He winced and drew back his hand. You pulled yours to your chest, clutching them tightly. His face fell again and he searched your eyes desperately. His mouth opened to speak, but he closed it again. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he urged, eyes searching yours desperately until you gave a slight nod.

“Y/n, you have a piece of my love’s soul in you. She is in your blood. If you trace it back… she’s there. Your mothers grandmother. Eight generations back to be precise.”

His tongue quickly slid along his bottom lip. You felt your heart racing in your chest. His eyes looked at you with such a certainty that there was no way to escape them. Although again, you didn’t feel fear.

You stared at each other for another long while. Finally, you spoke.

“You want to take my soul,” you stated. Not a question. Not an argument, just a statement. 

Something washed over you again. It was a haze that bathed you. Even his own eyes seemed to gloss over as he looked back. You came to realize what this meant. He wasn’t looking at you. He was looking into you. What you didn’t realize however was that you were letting him. Soul searching was a mirror that reflected two ways. An act so intimate it required the openness of not one, but two people. The feeling that you could not yet name was something so powerful that it opened up your soul. A piece of you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“I don’t want to take it. I just want to borrow it,” his voice quivered, and something in you knew that he was holding back. You realized that he could take it at any moment. He didn’t want that. He wanted it to be offered. 

You didn’t think. At least not in the traditional sense. You didn’t reason, you didn’t question, you just stood. It was as if there was an invisible string pulling you to him.

He shifted his chair so that you could take a step between his legs. He gently patted his thigh and you sat, both of your legs draped over his lap and your arms secured around his neck. His eyes were half lidded and his fingertips drifted over your cheek. 

You stared into each other for a moment, and your faces were so close. You felt vulnerable, but safe.

“Will it hurt?” you asked him.

He laughed, shaking his head, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “No, love.”

“Okay. I’m ready,” you whispered.

His thumb smoothed over your cheek again and traveled down. He held your chin, softly between his fingers as he guided you onto his lips. Your eyes closed as you felt the soft plump of his flesh. His lips slotted between yours with a hum- the vibration tickling. His lips closed around yours, tugging gently before pulling back. His head tilted and a small groan sounded as he coaxed your lips against his once more. As the two of you stilled, mouths lazily brushing, you pulled his head closer. Your mouth opened with a sigh and his tongue slid inside. You squirmed in his lap, feeling something stir between your thighs. 

You relaxed into him, letting your mind finally clear. Just as you opened your mouth again, waiting to feel his warm, sliding tongue, you felt something else. His lips closed around yours and he drew in your breath. Your body slouched. You felt a lightness. Emptiness.

Jacob held your limp body to his tightly. He could feel his chest swimming dangerously, filling with something. His eyes were shut tight, and in all that blackness, he could finally feel.

Hello Jacob. It’s been a while hasn’t it.

It’s you.

It is. 

You sound the same.

I am the same. You’ve changed though, haven’t you.

How do you mean?

It’s okay Jacob- to be different. It’s been a long time.

I just want you back.

I know. 

You sound like an angel.

You can’t have it.

What?

Don’t take it. Please. It is all that I wish for. She may try to give it to you, but do not.

I don’t want it. I just want you.

I know that, but you can’t have either of us.

It isn’t fair.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

I miss you.

Jacob waited for a response that never came. After a few moments he tried again.

“I miss you,” he whispered, so softly. He waited. “I miss you,” he tried again, voice cracking. You knew the words weren’t meant for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from answering.

“I’m here, Jacob. I'm here.”

His eyes opened to find yours. You sat up tall as you stared back at him. He searched your face rapidly before crumbling against your frame. He hugged you to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You held him, stroking his back as he sobbed quietly into your hair. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while. You could feel something shifting. You didn’t only feel like yourself anymore. You felt like a half and a whole all at the same time. Like a million little pieces of you and everything else. 

Finally his grip loosened and his head came back up. His cheeks were wet and his eyes were tired. He looked as if the life had been drained out of him. You wiped away his tears with the back of your hand. He smiled, only slightly.

“Kiss me again,” you said.

Your request was spoken so sweetly that he couldn’t bear to deny you. He kissed you and felt a piece of himself mending. You quickly licked into his mouth. His tongue swirled against yours and he drew back with a wet smack. The rhythm quickened and you found yourself searching for his lips faster than he could give them to you. You pulled back with a similar eagerness. 

“Do it again. You can borrow it again. You can take it.”

You dipped back to kiss him, but he stopped you with a firm hand to your chest. Your eyes opened in confusion, finding him looking back at you with a stone cold expression. 

“No.”

“What? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I can’t take it.”

“Why not?”

It hit you like a stab to the heart. Your eyes broke and you searched his face desperately. He felt the weight of your soul crushing him, your heart tearing him into two. You almost forced your lips back on his, desperate to be a part of him- to make him whole again. He stopped you, shooting you a look of warning.

“I won’t do it.”

“I want you to have it, Jacob.”

“Please, call me Jake.”

“Jake, why won’t you give this to me?”

“It’s taking. I won’t take this from you.”

He swallowed the hurt on your face. He traced your skin with his hand, hoping to soothe you. If only you knew what you were doing to him. He was only one heartbreak away from a place he wouldn’t be able to come back from.  

“But it felt good. I want it again. I want you to take it.”

“I could take something else, sweetness,” he whispered, tone laced with a secret. 

Your eyes widened and you nodded slowly. His eyes glanced at your lips again. His hand found the curve of your waist. 

“Has anyone ever…” his voice trailed off and his eyes cast downward. “Touched you before?” 

You stared at him almost blankly.

“Touched you here?” The thumb of his hand dipped down, tracing the inside of your thigh through your dress.

You shook your head, feeling your heart begin to race.

“Do you want me to?” 

“How?” you breathed quickly. 

“I can show you.” 

“Okay.” 

Jake's hands both took hold of your waist, lifting you off his lap with ease to place you back down so that you faced him, sitting right on his thigh.

“Put your hands back.”

Your hands quickly found their way back around his neck. 

Jake's tightening grip slid down to your hips as he pulled you forward. You dragged against his thigh, feeling a warmness spread through your core. A soft moan fell from your lips and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth.

He gently pulled your hand away.

“It’s okay to feel good. You can make those sounds,” he drawled, placing a quick kiss to your hand. He rolled your hips over him again, reveling in the next soft groan that made its way forth.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” you answered hastily. “It feels good.”

“That’s good,” Jake purred. 

His hands slid down to the curve of your ass, gripping the soft flesh, pulling you forward and back.

“Mmmh,” you mumbled, unaware that you had even made a sound.

You scooted closer until your chest was touching his. His hand drifted to the small of your back, his other at your waist. You laid the side of your head on his shoulder, your lips an inch away from his neck. 

He pulled you down, letting you grind on him as his thigh pushed up- meeting you halfway. Your hot breath moaned right into his ear.

“God,” Jake whispered at the sight of your arched back. He looked down over your shoulder at his hand as it rubbed slow circles, pushing you into him. 

“I can feel you getting warmer,” he spoke into your ear. 

You lifted your head, giggling as a smile stretched across your face. You felt drunk. Heavy with a pleasure you’d never felt before. 

“You’re a sexy thing,” Jake growled, dipping his head forward to nip at your neck. His lips secured themselves around the skin, sucking and releasing it with a pop and a little sting. 

Your head tilted back, allowing him more room as his lips moved to you again, hands still working a steady rhythm over your hips. You readied yourself for the delicious sting again, but instead you felt the hotness of his tongue licking up a bold stripe before his teeth bit down around you. You whined again, jumping at the feeling before melting back into him. 

“Y/n,” he whispered.

The sound of your name in his mouth still shocked you.

“I think you’re ready.”

“What do you m-?” you yelped as he began to stand. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, your arms holding you up. He walked you over to the bed, placing you down gently as one would a princess. 

His hands planted themselves firmly into the mattress, holding him to hover over you. Your legs were held together by his knees planted on either side of them. His necklace swayed above your head and his hair cascaded down, pieces of it tickling your face.

“Do you know what happens next?” he asked, lips only a few inches from yours. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, feeling a shame prickling at your cheeks.

“That’s okay,” he soothed, leaning himself to kneel upright, still trapping your legs beneath him. “Why don’t you come up here?”

He reached out his hand and you grabbed it to help pull yourself up. As you climbed up to your knees, he drew closer. His hand smoothed over your hair as he looked down at your sparkling eyes looking back up at him. 

“You can take my shirt off, if you want,” he breathed in a sultry tone. 

You looked from his eyes to his chest, staring at the skin exposed by the lack of buttons. Your finger reached out, eyes staring wide in wonder as you traced along the metal of the coin necklace.

“We can keep that on,” he smirked, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, bringing the palm of your hand to his skin where his own hand rested atop.

You gasped again at the feeling of his stirring chest, still not used to the stolen souvenirs that lay beneath it. This time his smirk deepened as his hand let go. Your fingertips slid down his torso until they reached the first button of his shirt. Your eyes quickly glanced to his.

He gave you a nod.

You unfastened the first button. The fabric fell away from his skin, revealing his navel and the small trail of hair underneath it. You undid the second button and then the third and the shirt opened up.

You looked back up at him again. His eyes were watching you, his mouth hanging open slightly. 

“You can do it.”

You reached up to lift the shirt off his shoulders. He let it fall off them before pushing it to the floor. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest. His skin looked smooth to the touch but there were faded scars along it. Your fingers found one that you softly traced.  

“That one’s from a little brush with a man called William. You should have seen what I did to him,” Jake teased, grinning at the longone memory. 

You smiled, staring up at him in subtle awe- his whole face seemed to melt you with its perfection. Your heart was bursting and your head was swelling.

You moved your hand to travel up his chest. You let yourself explore the skin, taking your time as you touched there and there. Your hands drifted over to his arms- he flexed for you and the curves of muscles appeared. You blushed, running your hands along their strength.

You took your time feeling his collarbones and then his shoulders before finally touching his chin, and then his lips. He took your wrist again, stopping you so that his lips could slowly close around your index finger. Your eyes fluttered as he drew it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it before pulling it out with a knowing smirk. 

Your breath picked up as you felt the warmth spread through you again. His touch was like a thousand hot pins dancing on your skin.

His tongue quickly darted across his lips. He paused.

“Now I take this off.” His hands found the bottom of your dress. “Is that okay, sweetheart?”

An excitement thrilled through you. Your eyes were locked on his, waiting for some sort of answer to put itself forth. You finally nodded slowly, feeling a nervousness ghost in as well.

He lifted up the bottom until it reached your chest. You lifted up your arms to allow it over your head. He tossed that too to the floor and his eyes shifted over the chemise that tightly hugged your skin. His hands traced over your hips again before tucking into the bottom of the under garment. When your eyes met his he smirked, pulling it up above your hips. You lifted your arms again as he pulled the thin linen away from you.

As he placed it on the floor his eyes never left your body. They hazed over and his mouth hung slightly open as he took in every inch of your skin. 

Instinctively, you clamped your arms across your chest. It felt strange to be undressed in front of someone, especially with the way he was looking at you. It felt intoxicating and addicting, but somewhat overwhelming all the same.

“Hey, it’s okay. What happened?” He looked away from your nakedness, searching your eyes with a concerned expression. 

“Just got nervous,” you looked down, embarrassed. 

He picked up your chin until you were looking at him. He brushed the back of his hand over your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” you rushed out. “I want to keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded firmly.

“Can I look at you, angel?”

You nodded again and slowly put your arms by your sides. You watched his eyes rake over you. The expression on his face held a wildness that you could tell he tried hard to hide. 

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed.

Your face flushed a deep pink. 

He forgot himself for a moment and his hand twitched forward to touch you. He held it back and quickly looked to your face. “Can I?”

“Yes,” you quivered. 

The coolness of his hands as they first touched your stomach caused you to jump. They slid along the skin and around to your back before drifting lower. They cupped your ass, squeezing it lightly. He then brought them to your hips and then to your waist. His eyes followed his hands as they came up to your breasts. He took one in his hand, drifting his palm over your nipple before kneading at the supple flesh.

“Oh,” you sighed. His eyes snapped to yours, watching your flushed expression. “I like it when you do that.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, tilting his face closer. “What about this?”

He wrapped his lips around your other breast, suckling at your nipple. A quiet whimper struggled at your closed lips. Then you remembered what he had said about making sounds. He did it again, using more suction this time as his hand worked over the other. You sighed again, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake’s tongue lapped over the bud, softly, before drawing it back into his mouth while his fingers squeezed and pinched at the other. You whined and hissed. He switched where his mouth and his fingers were, leaving one nipple cold against the cool air. 

“Jake.”

He pulled off of you for a second, looking up. You looked at him back in that same drunkenness.

“That feels good, but I really liked it when I was sitting on your lap.”

He stretched up, a smirk on his face as he began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you blushed.

“Nothing, you're just adorable.”

You scrunched your face up as he laughed again.

He looked at you for a moment without saying anything. His pupils were dark and his smile, twisting.

“I can show you something that feels even better. Do you want that?”

“What is it?” you asked him with wide eyes. 

“Down here,” his hand slid down your stomach, stopping just above the space between your thighs. A shiver went down your spine and you watched his face carefully. “It’s like a flower. It’s delicate, and beautiful, and it can feel really good when you open it up.” 

“How do you do that?”

“Well I can show you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?” 

“Yes,” you blurted, so sure this time that you felt as if you could burst.

His hand dipped even lower and his fingers slid down your folds, feeling wet to the touch.

“Oh,” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Does that feel good?” he asked, tone slightly teasing.

“Mmmh.” 

He took that as a sign to keep going, sliding his fingers back up to draw slow circles around your soft bud. Your body twitched slightly, falling into him as he continued the motion. His own moan, just barely audible, drifted off his tongue, his eyes zeroed in on his hand. You watched the look on his face, wondering if it was similar to how you looked- or rather felt. His own face seemed dipped in the pleasure you were experiencing. He licked over his lips, biting his teeth down around them, his eyebrows tipped up ever so slightly. 

“Can you feel how wet you are?” He slid back down, gathering up more of your slick. You felt your thighs begin to tremble. 

You nodded.

“Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“It means you’re ready to be opened. But you have to feel ready too. Do you feel ready?” 

“Yes. I do.”  

“Okay pretty girl. Come here.”

You scooted closer and he grabbed your hand. 

“Can I borrow this?” he asked with a charming smile.

Your face flushed again as you nodded yes.

He brought your hand to his trousers, cupping it over something hard and warm in his pants. He squeezed your hand around him, letting out a low sigh. He let go and started to undo the cloth that held up the pants. When he pushed them off his legs, a stiff mass bobbed up which he took it in his hand. You watched, amazed, as his fist stroked it up and down. He bit his lip as he sighed out a moan. 

He let go and stalked closer, the piece of hardened flesh still poking outwards. Jake grabbed your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his. 

“You can touch it. Do you want to?”

You nodded. 

He took your hand and brought it back down. You felt the softness of his skin. He helped wrap your hand around him. It fit perfectly.

“It's kind of like a sword,” he smiled bashfully, the hints of a smirk. “This is where I feel good.”

You wanted to make him feel good. You did what you had seen him do- moving your hand up his length. He softly cursed under his breath, muttering the words, “so soft.”

He leaned his face down, leveling his lips with yours. “This is what goes inside here,” he whispered as his hand pressed back between your thighs. You felt a fast shock of pleasure as his fingers touched you, but they drew away just as quick. 

You looked up at him, blushing as a smile crept along your face.

“But first, I want to kiss you there.”

“Okay.”

“Lay back on the bed,” he coaxed, tilting his chin up to motion.

You settled into the pillow as he crawled back over you. You watched his hardness swing as his hips moved. He leaned down to kiss your neck. His lips drifted across your breasts. He kissed you there, and on your stomach and all the way to the top of your thigh. Once he reached there he sat back on his heels, hand replacing his mouth.

His palms ran over the tops of your thighs. You squirmed deliciously below him, the anticipation making you restless. His eyes flicked carefully to yours as his hands tucked into the inside of your thighs. He pried them apart, lifting them to pull to the side, leaving you spread wide open, feet planted on the bed. It felt strange to be so openly on display and you had to stop yourself from closing your legs, but you wanted it all the same. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him looking at you. He looked out of breath, almost. His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips. He closed his eyes, capturing the moment to store away in his memory. 

He moved back on the bed to give himself room to lay down. He took his time positioning his face right in front of you. Next he fastened his hair back into a low bun. A single curl fell to the front of his face which he blew out of the way.

“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.” He looked to your face, expression painted in awe. 

You blushed, turning away to bury your face in the pillow. His hand smoothed over the inside of your thigh. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jake leaned his face closer and with his eyes trained on yours, pressed his tongue against your entrance. In one steady movement he ran it upwards between your folds until stopping at the top. Your head fell back with pleasure and your hand gripped at the sheets. 

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Jake’s hand held the insides of your thighs, spreading them wider to go back for more. He hummed against your skin as he kissed your soft bud. His lips opened, allowing it to slip inside. It felt like hot silk when his tongue lapped you over, mixing with your juices.

When his mouth pulled off of you it sounded wet. He looked at you wearing a teasing grin.

“Darling, you taste just as sweet as you look. I never want to stop,” he rasped, eyes lustful.

He slid his arms under your legs, wrapping his hands around them to pull you down onto his tongue. Your body slid forward, feet falling from their place on the bed to wrap over his back. His eyes closed in concentration and his brows furrowed. His tongue flattened and he dragged it up again. You struggled to keep your head up as he began to devour you, sucking you into his mouth, letting his tongue lap over you again and again.

You felt something building inside you. Like the warmness from before, only this time it was spreading. Jake pulled his mouth away, leaving a thin trail of spit connecting the two of you. His lips curled into a smirk as he landed a wad of spit right to your core. His tongue slid over you again and the added slickness made it feel all the more heavenly. 

He kept going and you felt yourself slipping into a new state. Your body began to move with him- hips chasing his mouth and hands finding his hair. It surprised you how easy it was to be connected to him like this. Everytime he pulled his tongue away it felt like a piece of you was missing. Your body started to twitch and clench, growing more and more impatient. 

Jake kissed you once more, then his eyes turned back to you.

“Want to try the last part?”

“Which part?”

Jake’s hand fell from your thigh to the mattress where he teased his fingertip near the bottom of your slit. Already you began to feel the momentum wearing off, your body returning to its natural state. He pressed the finger against you, just rubbing the outside of your entrance. You watched him carefully.

“This part.” 

He sat back up to his knees, brandishing his hardness which he took in his hand. He pushed his finger into you only slightly- not more than an inch. You gasped suddenly and a low smirk settled on his face.

“Does that feel good too?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Good. It’ll feel even better with this,” he stroked himself again.

“Will that…” you looked down, then back to his face. “Hurt?”

He bit his lip. “It might, just a little.”

Your face flashed with panic. He quickly took your hand in his.

“But it only hurts for a second. Then it feels really, really good.” His lips curled even more wickedly. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling at its truth. Fear was not something you felt with him.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

He walked forward on his knees until he was right between your legs. They were still spread open and you could feel the air on your core. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the hair away from your face. You looked up at him with twinkling eyes that almost broke his heart all over again.

“I’ll go slow, okay angel? And you just tell me what to do. You can tell me you want to stop, or go slower…” he paused, letting his tongue dart over his lips. “Or you can tell me to go faster, or harder.” The side of his lips curled up. “It’s whatever you like.” 

Faster, harder. A new wave of warmness tingled through you. You smiled, staring deep into his eyes as you nodded. 

Jake planted his hand into the mattress right by your head. He leaned down until his face was directly over yours- you could smell yourself on his breath. The hand at your waist moved to his length, bringing it closer to your center. Holding himself in his hand, he dragged the tip through your folds. 

You both sighed deeply, your bodies seeming to melt into each other's. He did it a second time and a soft moan drifted out of you. Your hand twitched closer to his face, but you pulled yourself back at the last second. 

“You can touch me,” he said.

You let your hand slide to his shoulder, grabbing on just to hold something. He pressed himself to where his finger had been, just at the front. You could feel the resistance already. Your body tensed up.

“Slow, okay?”

You nodded.

He started to push himself into you and you felt the force it took to do so. He only reached an inch inside by the time your face scrunched up, hand twisting into the sheets. The pain was interesting. It was pressure, and dull.

“See, not so bad right?”

“Not so bad,” you chuckled.

He smiled.

He sank in an inch deeper. This time you hissed in a breath through your teeth. It felt like you were being ripped open. His face tilted back and you watched his adam's apple move as he let out a tight groan. He pulled back, leaving you feeling empty once more.

Using his hand, he gathered up some of your wetness to smooth over himself. Jake moved back, sliding in a bit deeper, stretching you out from the inside. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders of their own accord. He drew in a sharp breath.

“Oh, sorry!” you blurted, pulling your hand away from him.

“No, sweetheart.” His eyes danced wildly. “I liked it. Give me a couple more scars.”

You felt a flush of pleasure surging through you. He looked feral as he hung above you, eyes dark and muscles straining.

It took every ounce of self control for him not to slam into you. Already, you were enveloping him in a softness he knew all too well- one he was bound to crave. 

His hips gave a slight jerk, just sinking in another inch. You gave a wince of pain and he pulled away again.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. Look at me alright?” 

You found his face.

“Just relax, sweetheart. Take a deep breath in…” he soothed, rubbing the side of your face. You breathed in deeply, keeping your eyes on his. “Now let it out...”

At the moment you let out the breath, Jake sank the rest of the way into you. A strangled moan burst from your lips and your fingers dug into his back. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes fluttering closed. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sting, your bodies pressed tightly together. You took another breath, feeling the pain starting to melt away. 

“Did that hurt?”

“A little bit, but I thought it would hurt more,” you grinned.

“That’s right. You’re okay,” he reassured, dipping down to kiss you.

He hummed into your cheek as his lips pressed against it. He nuzzled his nose, sending you into a short fit of giggles. He smiled toothily.

“I’m gonna move now. Alright, angel?”

“Okay, Jake.”

“You just keep being so good.” He gave your cheek a heavy kiss. “So pretty.” A kiss to your other cheek. “So adorable.” Another. “So good for me, right?”

Your softened eyes looked up at him. You gave a bashful nod. 

He beamed back at you before looking down to your body. His hand held your waist as he withdrew from you. He inched back inside making you feel so full. He bit his bottom lip in concentration, repeating the action to push back a little harder.

And then you started to like the stretch. The feeling of you being wrapped around him so tightly, he has to push himself inside. He was so rock hard and warm inside you. He filled you up so nicely. There was no pain, only that same warmth that started to creep up your toes.

Your hand smoothed down his back as he repeated the action. There were soft mumbles on your tongue that seemed to float out of you, sans permission. The feeling was similar to what it was before, only this time stronger. There was a connection that you’d never felt before. When he pressed his body flush to you, you just needed more.

“Jake,” you sighed. “Do it again. Do it… can you just- deeper,” your words floated. 

His lips twisted into an evil smirk. He brought himself back, rippling down to the hilt, pressing inside even harder. 

A long stretched out moan fluttered out of you. Your eyes were closed as your hands gripped his flesh. He did it again, pulling out to press back inside, pushing your body up on the bed with the pressure. His strokes were slow and long, reaching a place so deep inside you- it felt like heaven. 

He pulled back again, only this time his hips jutted forward, snapping back into you. Your body jolted and your stomach muscles contracted, leaving you sitting half upright. Jake groaned loudly, clutching your waist as he pulled himself out to thrust back inside.

“Oh god,” you choked out.

“Princess,” he muttered, hand absentmindedly drifting over your face as his hips found a steady rhythm. “How’s this?”

The pillow soft head of his length was tucking into you with every sweet thrust. His hands were on your waist, holding you in one place so he could thump into you. His eyes watched your face, hungry with desire. When he shifted his hips to thrust up into you, the sensation heightened and you loudly sighed his name.

“Yeah?” he purred, voice dripping with amusement. “Is that the spot?”

He got a little faster, every thrust building the pleasure until your head fell back on the pillow and your mouth opened. You could hear the connecting of your bodies. The dull slapping of skin coated in wetness.

Your hands dug into his back and your eyes started to flutter to the back of your head. You had heard him speak, but you couldn’t seem to answer. You were making sounds that you didn’t intend to. Your throat seemed to constrict with breaths that came out sounding shaky and high pitched. You could feel something coming.

“Are you still in there, angel?” Jake asked, wearing a proud smile at the sight of you lost in the pleasure he was granting you. 

A strangled moan tumbled from your lips as a particularly hard thrust slammed his length into you. You could feel the wetness coating you both, aiding his movements to be faster. You nodded your head, gripping at his shoulder.

“I feel like…” your voice trailed off as waves of pleasure swam through you. A wanton whine climbed its way out of your mouth. “Somethings…” you bit your lip, scrunching your eyes shut to try and force out the words. “...happening I think.” Every inch of your body felt light and tingly, your head so dizzy that the words seemed to get lost.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re almost there, just let it happen,” he cooed, hand sliding up to your face. 

He leaned down on one elbow with his other arm extended- hand planted next to your head. His body rolled over yours, your chests flush with each other, lips almost touching as he whispered, “You’re about to cum, sweetie,” his voice softened, his next words spoken in a near teasing manner. “And it’s gonna feel reaal good. Just let go and let me get you there.”

Your body shuddered at the closeness of his words. 

It didn’t take long for his powerful and steady thrusts to push you over the edge. It started small. Little moans and sighs tumbled from your lips. You sounded lost, almost broken.

As the pleasure rose, your skin started to prickle with it. Your legs began to shake and your heart beat faster. Your hands were relentless in their scratching and clawing as he continued to drive into you. Soon the moans became whimpers. You could feel yourself growing more needy. The heat rose to your body and you started to feel even lighter.

“Come on, sweetie. Cum for me,” Jake urged, his voice ragged and eager.

Soon you let go. The subtle shaking of your legs turned into uncontrollable twitches. You could feel yourself exploding underneath him, bursts of ecstasy going off like cannons. It was so intense that you lost your ability to speak. You were gasping, sighing, moaning and whimpering, making every sound under the sun. It was like being bathed in light with its warmness as it spread through you. You tried to reach out to hold him, to hold anything as your body shook.

Off in the distance you could hear him speaking his praise as you lost yourself beneath him- “That’s it angel, let it out. You’re so good, squeezing me so tight. I bet it feels soo good. So adorable. I’m gonna cum too.”

In seconds Jake stilled, letting out a huge groan as you felt something shoot inside you. It coated your walls as he drove it in and out. Your own body still twitched with the remnants of pleasure when he finally slowed to a stopping point. He let out a big breath, his eyes hazy, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

You took a deep breath yourself as you began to come back to reality. You all of a sudden felt tired. Your hands slide from his back to his face, pulling him in to kiss you. He did, so softly that it almost hurt. 

As his lips kissed yours, he snaked his hand under your back to flip you over. He lay on the pillow, you on top of him and your bodies still connected. You rested your head on his chest, letting the rest of you sink into him. His hand rubbed circles on your back. 

“What did you think, angel?”

“That was perfect.”

You soon fell asleep, laying on his chest. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling. He continued to rub slow circles into your back. He could feel the tickle of your hair on his skin, the warmth of your breath. He felt a part of himself breaking just by looking at you. It was over and he wouldn’t be able to give you anything else, ever again. He wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted.

-

You finally woke, finding him in his daze. You touched his face softly, and he stirred to look back at you. He didn’t smile.

“Jake?”

He took your hand in his, searching deep within you, hoping, willing you to understand so that he didn’t have to break your heart with words. You watched him. Part of you knew, part of you didn’t, but all of you pretended not to.

You leaned forward, hoping to catch his lips once again, but his hand came firmly to your chest. You could feel your throat closing as your eyes prickled with tears.

He looked so different somehow.

“Are you… leaving?” you whispered.

Jake’s face turned to the window. He watched the slow rise and fall of the waves, the sunset out on the horizon.

“No. No you can’t!” your voice trembled, rising in volume.

His hand squeezed yours, but his face did not look back at you.

“Please Jake! Stay! You have to stay!”

“You know I can’t. My home isn’t on any land.”

“Then take my soul. Please take it, I don’t want it anymore!”

“Y/n,” he warned, voice rising, eyes shooting to yours. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do know what I’m asking for! You can’t just come here and then leave again! I thought you were supposed to take things. That’s what pirates do. Take it, please I don’t want it anymore.” 

He didn’t move. He wouldn’t look at you. Your body crumpled on the bed. Hot tears streaked your cheeks as you watched him ignore you. It wouldn’t be fair not to mention the look on his face, however. He looked completely empty. Like he had never known happiness in his entire life. He couldn’t bear to look at you because he felt all of the same feelings you did. But he was a sailor. His home wasn’t on any land. 

You climbed over on the bed, grabbing his shoulders to shake them. “Why won’t you look at me! I hate you!” 

You tried to push him over but he seized your wrists, holding you back as you kept screaming and crying in his face. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to cry with you and sleep with you and comfort you. His chest was aching. His absence of a heart was breaking in two and he simply couldn’t bear it.

A single tear fell down his cheek. And that was the last time you ever saw him.

-

You woke hours later in your bed, the sun pouring in through your window. When you sat up, you were confused, and tired. Your head was heavy and your eyes were puffy. It took a few moments for you to remember what had happened. 

Was it just a dream?

Something slumped around your neck. You reached your hand to your chest, feeling cold, hard metal. You looked down and found Jake’s coin necklace hung around your neck. Your heart leapt. You searched desperately around your room, but he was nowhere to be found. 

When you got up to look outside your window, the tears already in your eyes, you could see the ocean, and you knew he was home. 

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Sorry for not updating last week. I had the chapter done so I figured I’d get around to posting it while on vacation, but I couldn’t focus on making sure it was edited so I decided to just wait to post. Anyway, we’re here now and have just a few more chapters before things get even more crazy…

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please! This is actually a pretty mild chapter so just a few things to mention: jealousy, maybe a little bit of depression, brotherly banter, my sad attempts at humor, mentions of drinking blood, coping with becoming a vampire, vampire!AU

Word count: 4.2k

A few days of private lessons with Danny on how to be inconspicuous when finding ‘volunteers’ as Danny put it, never having liked using terms like ‘hunt’ or ‘victims’, by his report Josh and Jake were both doing a great job adjusting. Jake mostly, he was a natural according to Danny which Sam wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about that.

Josh was a little more inept at learning the new way of life placed before him, but he kept up with the lessons because he didn’t want to seem like the weak twin. And he wanted to get back to work as soon as possible.

“How did tonight go?” Sam questioned when he got home from his extra long shift. Since the break up he’d been staying back at his brothers’ house. Danny would only allow him to stay somewhere other than with him if Sam agreed to go straight from the bar every night to their house - that was only after he offered to sleep on a cot in the cellar room so Sam could take the bed, but Sam knew he wouldn’t be able to handle sharing a room with him.

Even if Sam believed he’d done the right thing by trying to take a step back and focus on his life right now, his family, he knew he was weak at his core. One little slip up and he’d be back in Danny’s arms feeling the full weight of his guilt come crashing down on him all over again. In the meantime, he spent as much time as he could at the bar to keep himself occupied.

“It was okay” Josh answered with a frown. Tonight Danny had told him if he did well then it would be alright for him to go back to work. With the hope of some normality being restored Josh tried his absolute hardest and it was the first night he’d been able to keep himself under control around fresh blood. He’d been practicing his ‘breathing’ techniques like Danny had taught him. Pretending to inhale and exhale while drawing your focus to something other than the blood before fangs appeared - thinking about Mrs. Peter’s flirting with all of the young cowboys who came into the bar when the rodeo was in town was thankfully doing the trick so far.

He’d been proud of himself, but Danny still looked hesitant when he’d given him the go ahead to ease himself back in. Despite how badly he wanted to get back to his bar, the last thing Josh wanted to do was put his customer’s in harm’s way so he really wished Danny had seemed more sure that he was ready.

“So? Does this mean you’ll try again tomorrow?” Sam asked next as he set his book bag down on the table, assuming from the frustrated face Josh was making that he too was being held hostage here another day.

“No, I’m going in tomorrow. I’ve already called Terry and told him I’d be there as soon as I could”.

Sam’s brows shot up in surprise. It was a good thing to hear that Josh was ready to get back to work, they certainly needed the help, but he’d never admit aloud that now there was just going to be one more thing for him to worry about. Surely Danny wouldn’t have agreed to let him start getting out again if there was any real danger, but Sam was still anxious about it all. “That’s great Josh!” He pushed through tight lips before looking around the otherwise quiet and empty house. “Wait, where’s Jake?”

Josh scoffed, looking through the glass of red wine he often poured himself just to fulfill his need for something familiar. Just because he couldn’t drink it anymore didn’t mean he couldn’t still enjoy the novelty of getting out a glass, pouring a good healthy serving, and carrying it around with you from room to room. “They’re still out” he replied with a dramatic eye roll and swirl of the crimson liquid.

“Still?” It was nearly two in the morning… What more could Jake need to learn that they hadn’t already had the time to practice, especially if Jake was ‘such a fast learner’ as Danny had been praising him for.

As if the universe had picked up the festering bitterness shared between them, the two in question came waltzing through the front door being met with scowls from both Josh and Sam. “Hey Sammy, already home? Were we really out that late?” Jake laughed, hiding the curl in his lips with his hand as he looked up at Danny like a teenager being caught trying to sneak in after breaking curfew.

“You two were gone for hours” Josh groaned before throwing his head down into his hands. “I can not wait to find some work to do tomorrow. Staying here is driving me insane”.

“Come on,” Jake went to his brother and gathered him up into a side hug “let’s give the kids some room to talk shall we?”

Josh grumbled under his breath, something along the lines of really needing that glass of wine right now and how was he possibly to survive eternity sober, but he allowed Jake to carry him off further into the house. Jake tossed one last look in Danny’s direction as they left, a look that made Sam suspicious that Jake knew something he didn’t and it made white hot anger bubble up in his stomach.

“How have you been?” Danny asked when Jake and Josh had more or less left earshot - though they could probably hear them from anywhere in the house if Sam was being honest with himself, and he kept that in mind as he formulated his reply.

“Fine” he bit out. I miss you.

“Sorry we were out so late. Jake had a lot of curious questions and we just got to talking…” Danny cut himself short when he saw how Sam’s face twisted in distaste at the idea of them talking for hours. He and Danny used to talk for hours, and look where it had gotten them. Danny steered the conversation, wanting to talk about him instead of his brother. “How was class? I didn’t get the chance to ask you the other day”.

“I’m a little behind still, but this professor has always liked me so I’ll be fine”. Sam didn’t want to be chit chatting right now, he was too afraid he’d say something that would clue Danny in on the fact that he wasn’t over him. Not by a long shot. So instead he blurted out stupid nonsense without paying any mind how it might sound. “I think he’s got a thing for me honestly”.

Sam forced out a strained laugh. Why the fuck did I say that? He thought to himself. Was he trying to make Danny think he was just some dumb student that would sleep around with their teacher for good grades? Yeah, that’s exactly the type of behavior that would give Danny the impression he was moving on, and make Sam look like an entire tool in the process. He thought he was over that phase of his life now.

“Well, I’ve no doubt you will catch up in no time” Danny skated over the awkwardness that consumed their every interaction, choosing to not put any weight in the inappropriate comment about his professor. “Well, I don’t want to keep you up too late. I’ve got some things to check on up at the house anyway”. With his thumb pointed backwards Danny threw his hand over his shoulder towards the door.

“How are things coming along?” Sam rushed out before Danny could turn to leave. “Any of the rooms look habitable yet?”

A soft smile graced Sam’s lips and Danny found himself staring at his perfect mouth for a few beats too long before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Oh not yet, but you’re welcome to come over whenever you want”.

He knows that idiot, Danny internally shut himself up. He’d already told Sam the same night he’d packed up all of his stuff and left that he would always have a home there with him. Sam didn’t need reminding, he just needed space, or time, whatever would help him process everything. “To see how the renovation is going I mean” Danny quickly tacked on after a few seconds too long of silence.

And just like that Sam’s smile faded again. “I think I’ll be pretty busy with Josh coming back to work”.

“Of course,” Danny nodded harshly, feeling his curls bounce with the force. Which Sam definitely did not also catch. “I’ll be stopping by tomorrow to make sure everything he needed fixed is done. I guess I’ll see you then?”

Sam’s heart fluttered. Even if they weren’t an item at the moment there was nothing wrong with still wanting to see him around. Right?

“I’ll see you then”.

“Good to see you back behind the bar” Terry actually braved coming out from the kitchen to greet Josh before they were sure to get busy for the night. He’d already overheard word was getting around that Josh was back and people were coming in just to see if it was true. It was a rare occasion to see Terry outside of his ‘habitat’ so Sam came bouncing over as well, throwing his arms around Terry’s slightly pudgy center that was usually covered by his apron and giving him a squeeze.

“It’s good to be back” Josh smiled as he cleaned another beer glass and put it back under the shelf to be used when needed. He’d been doing that all night, buffing one glass after another, or at least that’s what Sam saw him doing every time he found a reason to walk by the bar and inconspicuously check on him.

Sam wanted to play it off as having done such an impeccable job taking care of things while Josh was away that he didn’t have to spend all night going around correcting any errors, but in reality he could tell by the set in Josh’s jaw that standing behind the counter with a fake smile on his face and keeping his hands busy was just about the only task he could handle right now.

Terry pat Sam’s arm to acknowledge his presence and continued his conversation. “Have you decided yet if you want strawberry or chocolate?”

“Strawberry or chocolate for what?” Sam butt in, smiling casually.

“The cake” Terry chuckled like he couldn’t believe either of them had forgotten. “The wife is asking”.

It immediately clicked to Sam what he meant just as Josh abruptly stopped wiping the inside of his next glass. Terry’s wife made a birthday cake for the twins every year, and they always closed early to have the party right here at the bar. He looked past Josh to the calendar of national parks hanging on the wall, scanning his eyes across the page featuring the Great Smokies to find that this Wednesday was indeed their birthday.

“Tell her strawberry will do fine” Josh finally spoke up as he set the towel and glass he was working on down. “Jake loves strawberry, and pink is his color” he joked in his usual fashion before excusing himself and wandering off towards his office.

“Well I better get back in there, those patties aren’t going to grill themselves”. Terry turned to Sam and squeezed his shoulder - his version of the full on hug Sam had just given him.

When the coast was clear Sam snuck into the office, finding Josh slumped over in his chair with a worried look on his face. “Hey, we can come up with an excuse to cancel this year. You can stay home again Wednesday and I’ll kick everyone out of here quickly at closing so we can just celebrate together…” Just as Sam was speaking he started to work himself up as well, realizing that this would be the first of many many birthdays the twin’s would have that didn’t really mean anything anymore.

No, fuck that, I’ve got a limited number of birthdays with them. We can still celebrate.

“We can’t do that” Josh lifted his head up with his eyes still pinched closed and let out a sigh. “I’m supposed to be acting normal right? I can’t cancel my own birthday party and it not raise questions”.

He had a point. The bar staff looked forward to this party every year. Partly because it was the only time they were allowed to drink on the premises for free, and because it was the one night a year Josh let loose and took off his ‘boss cap’. Actually he always made a show of theatrically taking off his metaphysical hat at the end of the night, signaling that the party had officially begun with a round of shots. Tequila. Another drink Josh would likely be bellyaching about no longer being able to partake of.

“Ok, so we're doing this? Wednesday night?”

Though Sam was the last person he needed to pretend to, Josh flashed a toothy smile as he tried to find the positives to their situation. This was still a party after all, everyone was going to be drunk, how well behaved did he really need to be?

“Can’t wait to see what Terry’s wife wears this year. There’s no way she’s beating that green and purple dress from last time”.

Sam laughed at the exact memory Josh was having. The poor lady loved to shop but she never had anywhere to wear the outfits she bought online, so for years now she had been coming to their birthday party in more and more elaborate dresses. She was a sweetheart though and she adored all of them for treating Terry so well.

“You better start planning what you’re wearing now, less you get shown up again at your own party!”

With that crisis seemingly averted, Sam left Josh to work on tidying up his books and went to go see if Danny had come to stop by yet…

The next few days felt like things were getting back to the way they were before Josh took his ‘break’. The excitement of him coming back had all but worn off by now, which meant they were back to being dead between the rushes. No one minded the down time though, that only gave all of the staff extra time to prepare for the party.

“At least we’ll have something to celebrate” Josh commented optimistically with the official passed inspection paperwork from the fire department in his hand. “Tell Danny I said thank you again” he added before noticing the way Sam wiggled anxiously at the idea of talking to him. “Or I can?”

“We haven’t talked since the other night when he stopped by” Sam bashfully admitted. Josh was exactly the last person he wanted to talk to about his complicated relationship situation with, but he was also just about the only person who understood the full reason why they had broken up. Well him and Jake, but Jake had been on the short end of Sam’s shit list for a few nights now.

“He’s trying to give you space you know”. Josh wasn’t about to lecture Sam on what an idiot he was being. Danny was a great guy, they’d all come to understand that after all he had willingly done for their family, but it was more complicated than that. The idea of trying to date anyone now turned Josh off almost immediately. Some day he’d get over it and find someone interesting enough that he wouldn’t care about how fucked up it was to claim a human as his own. Yeah, Danny had very awkwardly tried to explain that to them one night. It wouldn’t have been that weird of a thing to hear about if it hadn’t been his very own little brother he knew Danny was referring to every time he mentioned ‘the last human he called his’.

It was also odd hearing Danny speak about humans like they were a whole other species entirely. Blood, that’s all they needed to survive. Well no sunlight, no wooden stakes to the heart, and no silver ‘unless you want to figure out how bad that shit burns’ Danny had warned. Besides those rules, Josh felt human still. He still felt pain when he stubbed his toe on the couches in the basement because it was so fucking dark down there. He still felt emotions, sad most of the time if he’d admit it, but happy too every once in a while which gave him hope for the future.

And hunger, he still felt hunger. Before he could tell when his body was thirsty or hungry, but now the feeling all combined into one mind numbing throb of his throat. Josh had been sticking to the diet Danny had given them of eight ounces of blood a day. Eight ounces was just enough to be filling considering a new vampire’s heightened appetite, but was also a useful measurement to train on drinking because it was mostly safe for humans to lose that much blood at once. How thankful Josh had been that he didn’t have to figure that number out on his own.

He could drink his allowance all in one go or make it last through the night, but Josh chose to have it in a coffee mug first thing after waking up so that he could heat it up in the microwave making it easier to drink. Actually, he’d even asked Sam to blindly sniff the appliance one night, worried that his constant heating would leave a weird metallic smell behind. Sam said it smelled fine, but even then Josh felt like he could smell it every time he walked near the kitchen. Coincidently, he had no reason to go into the kitchen often anymore, so he avoided it mostly.

“I know. I asked him to” Sam’s reply made Josh finally put the paperwork he’d been looking over away in his desk drawer for proper storing later.

“I get why you’re upset. I mean we’re all upset right?” Except for maybe Jake… “But everyone is trying to move on. Danny is going to move on too, sooner or later, and I don’t want to see how hurt you will be when that happens”.

“Ok, I’ll just keep my feelings to myself then” Sam crossed his arms against his chest and pouted.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What I’m saying is, don’t give him the chance to move on. Not without you at least. The two of you can move on together”.

“And we’ll hold hands as we walk into the bright white light!” Sam grabbed his brother’s hand and turned him around until they were facing the office door, holding up his free hand to shield his eyes like there was indeed a blinding light coming from the hallway. “All those years of passing notes back and forth on the pews, arguing with our Sunday school teacher! We should’ve been paying attention!”

“Alright! Cut the theatrics” Josh pulled his arm free, accidentally jerking Sam backwards a bit.

“Come on,” Sam continued, acting like he hadn’t been startled by Josh’s show of strength. “Everyone’s waiting for us on the other side”.

As much as Sam didn’t want to think about Danny, the longer the night went on the harder it was to not mull over the discussion he’d had with Josh.

The two of you can move on together.

Maybe Josh was right. It was a willful attempt on Sam’s part at trying to convince himself to go and talk to Danny, but he didn’t want to approach him out in the open where every drunk person at this party could come crashing into them at any second.

“Hey Sam! We’re getting low on ice!” Terry called out to him. He was hunched over the cooler trying to scoop out the last few cubes floating around in the water at the bottom. It was only April for crying out loud, and it was already hot enough to melt an entire cooler in an hour. “I’m going to go dump this, will you take the buckets from the bar and get some more?”

Shit, I’ll have to carry those all the way out here. They’re heavy when they’re full of ice. That’s when Sam got a bright idea. “Sure thing!” He beamed at Terry and quickly turned on his heel to find where Danny had slipped away to next.

Danny really had been enjoying himself at the party. Jake of all people had been the one to invite him. He got the message when it didn’t come from either of the other brothers, so he kept his distance the best he could. When Sam ultimately came walking straight towards him though, he couldn’t help but stand frozen with his eyes stretched wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Would you do me?” Was honestly all that he heard come out of Sam’s mouth in that moment. He blinked a couple of times, mouth flapping open and closed a few times too, until he took a shot and replied.

“Of course”.

“Great!” Sam smiled and Danny felt a phantom shock course through his veins. Like his heart was in trying to pound back to life at just the sight of it. “Can you go inside and fill the ice buckets behind the bar then bring them back here?”

It was obvious now that Sam had asked him will you do me a favor. And he had technically already agreed…

“Bring them back here?” Danny looked around at where he was standing, near the tree line away from everyone else. What a stupid thing to ask.

Sam laughed, and suddenly Danny didn’t feel so stupid any more because he would’ve performed a whole circus act had he known he could still get Sam to laugh. “Over there where Terry’s at”.

“Right” Danny agreed and he handed off the bottle of warm beer he’d been holding onto to look like he was drinking like everyone else. Normally Sam wouldn’t condone pouring alcohol on grass, but he walked for a bit until he found a large enough pile of dirt and dumped the whole thing out.

Okay, give him a few minutes then follow him inside. That had been Sam’s plan all along, get him alone so they could talk… but what was he going to say? Sam started to panic as he tossed the now empty beer bottle into a trash can they’d drug outside in an attempt to lessen the amount of broken glass they had to clean up out of the gravel after last year's party.

“Hey Sam!” A sweet sounding southern voice called out his name. Sam turned to see Terry’s wife standing before him in a hot pink fully sequined pantsuit.

“Oh my god”. He stopped in his tracks, momentarily forgetting that he’d been on a secret mission while he pulled her in for a hug. “You look great tonight! Whatever is Terry going to do!”

“Well for starters he can ask me to dance” she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes over to where her husband was working on pulling the cooler back to its designated spot for the night.

“Did you go get that ice?” Terry asked, slightly confused about why Sam was still standing there.

Sam bit his lip between his teeth and glanced over his shoulder. Danny should be done soon, had he missed his chance? “I asked Daniel to do it. I’ll go check on him right now”. With Terry now watching his back Sam had no choice but to follow Danny inside.

Besides the few people that stumbled in to use the bathroom. The bar was dark and empty, and quiet. Quiet enough that as soon as he pulled the back door open and entered the back hallway Sam could hear hushed voices.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off last time?”

Sam instantly recognized that voice, he’d heard it nearly every night for weeks grating on his last nerve. Diane, once again, wasn’t minding her own business. She must’ve had the same idea as Sam about getting him somewhere alone.

“I’m sorry, but last time wasn’t what you think it was” Danny tried to reason with her politely, and it only made Sam angry that he didn’t just tell her to fuck off. That’s the only way she’d ever understand, didn’t he get that?

“Come on now, what’s the matter?” She playfully sulked in a baby voice that made Sam physically heave. “Is it Sam? I thought you guys broke up?”

“We- we did” Danny stuttered out. Sam was only glad he was still around the corner and couldn’t see the way she probably had her hands snaking all over him.

“Ha! I wasn’t sure you had, but by the way he’s been moping around here I already knew!” She sounded proud of herself for the outstanding detective work. “So what do you say? We can ditch the party. I’ve seen the way Sam’s been avoiding you all night. He won’t even notice you’re gone”.

What a bitchy thing to say, but even Sam knew she was right. If Danny did decide to leave with her now he wouldn’t have much to rightfully say about it. In a fit Sam turned to leave, but just as he reached for the door he kicked over a beer bottle some asshold had left on the floor. With his presence now known to everyone inside, Sam threw the door open and ran back outside.

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JOSH CROP TOP LANE CLOSED I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

god I wish I was a harmonica

Oh my god I need him

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do any of y'all have letterboxd... I am fortunesfate on there

evil grin

not now kitten, daddy has to write strange self indulgent fan fiction.

wtf slow burn friends to lovers 80 chapter yaoi is this

Aw🤗 x

is this him admitting he's into edging

“Soft, mellow… sensual. I like a sexual edge”

with the whole possible MAYBE leaked release date for mirador y'all need to calm down and read what she said that it is posted in their store and her boss told her to tweet it. it's public info and might not even be THIS mirador idk