THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL?? WHAT???

this is him btw. his name is batman and I found him outside

I too have a special interest in pirates and own a black cat. maybe I am jake kiszka. maybe we are all jake kiszka

“I've been seeing a lot of greta fans using AI... NOT A COOL THING GUYS!!! ITS BAD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT AND ARTISTS IN GENERAL!!! ITS BAD FOR THE BAND!!”

Like who?

I don't really want to call out specific people but I will say it was mostly on instagram from what I saw. People posting AI art of the band and such. ALSO I will say showing Jake an AI edit of himself was strange. Idk who that was but I saw the video. I haven't been seeing as much of the AI art in the fandom as I was before but it's still around. I think people don't understand that even if you are stating that it's made by AI, it's still bad to use. I also just feel like it goes against the beliefs of GVF in general (age of machine for example), I would think. Idk this is just my 2 cents on it

Feels Like Gold

Jake Kiszka x AFAB/GN reader

18+

Warnings: graphic sexual content, oral sex (both rec), penatrative sex, swearing, alcohol use, chris appearance (he needs his own warning), etc.

Word count: 1.9k

Ok so I've never written fanfiction BUT I really wanted some pirate jakey, so little summary is you've been 'disguised' as a man on his ship for a year and your captain is drunk, horny, and desperate ermmm yeah yay!

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The year is 1689, you are disguised as a man, working as a deckhand on 'The Golden Fleet'.

The captain, Jacob Thomas, as any captain is, or at least should be, was ruthless. At the time, he is one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas. You have watched this man battle the greatest, he pulled a sword on fucking Blackbeard, the man beat guns with a fucking sword!

For the most part, the crew was scared of him, and reasonably so. No one dare disobey his orders or commands, no matter how insane, lest they want their head chopped off.

Despite all of this, you had taken a strange interest in him. Maybe even a liking. For a filthy, drunken pirate, he was surprisingly gorgeous. His eyes were entrancing, dark and deep, holding grotesque secrets of the sea. His skin was rough and tan from days in the sun on the water, working and commanding. His clothes were dark, worn down. Occasionally, he would steal new things when the ship stopped at ports. Silken shirts and nice leathers, but he usually just wore the same things till they fell apart. Over time you had taken a fondness to him, and it seems, he to you.

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Usually, every few weeks, the ship would stop for a day at a port, not for the crews leisure, but for the captains. He needed his….fixes. He would disappear for the entire time, off with groups of maidens, whores, and when he returned, he would be in a much better mood. At the moment though, you were too far out at sea to stop. It had been around 4 months, and the men were starting to get desperate. Your captain, in particular, had been in a horrible mood. Far more angry than usual, screaming at the crew, and staying cooped up in his quarters, soaked in booze.

It was extraordinarly late at night, the moon was high, the ship was rocking with the waves and wind. You were lying awake in your makeshift bed, unable to sleep. Suddenly, you were approached by Chris, the first mate. He was standing above you. He nudged you with his boot to get your attention. "The captain wishes to see you..in his quarters." He gave you a little smile before disappearing.

You quietly make your way to Jacob's door, deep within the ship, away from the crew. He liked his privacy. You knock quietly at the worn down wood, and his voice bellows out, slurred. "Come in."

You carefully open the door, and you are met with a sight that makes your cunt weep. Jacob sits in an old chair, his legs spread open, his head hung down. His shirt was popped open,  all but the last 2 buttons undone. He had a painfully obvious erection, prominent under the leather of his pants. His fingers on one side were curled around the neck of an almost-empty bottle of rum. His long hair had fallen in front of his face, and he peered up at you through it. "Birdie..c'mere" He said, beckoning you forward with his free hand.

Bird. The nickname he had bestowed upon you, when, on your first day on his ship, a seagull shit on your head. He had watched you struggle to wash it out, teasing you the entire time for it. A week later, the same happened to him, and he claims you cursed him.

You awkwardly made your way over to him until you stood between his legs. He slowly tilted his head back to look at you, taking in your features for a moment. His voice comes out low and raspy.

"Kneel."

You hesitate for a moment, frozen by shock. He couldn't be serious? You are quickly corrected that he is, when his eyebrows furrow angrily, and he raises his voice ever so slightly.

"You heard me. Kneel. Obey your Captain."

Not wanting to risk pissing him off any further, you immediately drop to your knees before him. He grins at that.

"There you go. Good." And with that, his free hand is buried in your hair, roughly shoving you forward until your nose is pressed against his crotch. You look up at him wide eyed for a moment, before relaxing a little into it, gently mouthing at him through the leather.

He groans. "Y'know what I want"

He fumbles with the button of his pants until it pops open, shoving them down his thighs until his cock springs free. He's incredibly hard, dripping with precum. This close you can smell him, every little scent, mixed together, making your head swim. It's musky. Sweat, salt, cigar smoke, booze, leather, dust, and something you can't quite place.

"C'mon, little birdie…love on my cock, won't you?"

Tentatively, you lick a long stripe up the underside of it before placing a little kiss on the tip. He takes another swig of his booze, his eyes locked on yours. He lets out a shuddering breath when you suck the head into your mouth.

He rolls his hips up and shoves your head down, forcing himself down your throat, groaning in pleasure when you swallow around him. "Fuck.." The word trembles out of him. "Natural, aren't you? You do this for the rest of the crew?"

You quickly shake your head no, and he grins, chuckling softly. Holding you by the hair, he bucks his hips up again, fucking into your mouth. He sighs. "Don't make me do all the work."

Slowly, you bob your head up and down along him, sucking and lapping at him lightly. His head falls back against the chair. Uncontrolled, slurred moans and curses spilled from his lips. You pick up the pace, hands grabbing at his thighs, his moans getting louder.

His hips stutter up, and that is the only warning you get before your mouth is filled with his release. He leans forward, his fingers digging into your hair as he moans breathlessly, writhing a bit, nearly dropping the rum bottle. After a moment he slowly pulls you off but grabs your chin, shoving your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow. He smirks when you do.

"There. Thanks, bird."

His calloused fingers cup your cheek for just a moment, running his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping away the saliva and cum left there. After a minute, he rises from his chair, setting the bottle down, he stumbles over to his bed. "Well, come on, then. I won't wait all night."

You scramble to your feet and over to his bed. He reaches over and grabs you by the shirt, throwing you down on to the bed with a little thud. His was much more comfortable than your own. His fingers hook under the edge of the shirt and pull it upwards. "Cap'n-" You gasp out, but it was too late.

He stares down at the cloth tied tightly around your chest curiously, one of his eyebrows quirked up in question. You look up at him, wide eyed and fearful. He runs a hand across it, and when you don't wince in pain, his curiosity grows ever stronger.

You struggle to form an answer, just looking up at him. "What- why?-" Jacob says softly, confused. His fingers find one end of the fabric and he unwraps it, pulling it off of your body. You turn your head away, hiding your face as you tremble beneath him, horrified.

"Oh, bird…." He looks at you in awe as he realizes. His hands run across your chest, squeezing lightly. After a minute he speaks quietly. "..'M not gonna kick you off the ship. Well, with a deal. You stay open to me, let me have you whenever I please, and this stays our little secret, Al-right?"

You nod quickly. "Yes- yes- anything you want, Captain." You say quickly, still shaking with the shock of it all. His hands slip down your stomach to your pants, unbuttoning them and tugging them down and entirely off of you. He shoves your thighs open and dips his head down.

He groans at the sight of your soaked cunt. Without a thought to it, he pressed his face against you, inhaling deeply as his nose brushed against you, his tongue delving inside.

He almost whines at the taste of you. It makes you cry out, your back arching up off the bed. His nails dig into your hips, holding you down as he lapped at you like he was a starved man, and your cunt was his very favorite meal.

He continues this for a few minutes, bringing you right to the edge. And when he knows you are about to release, he stops, grinning as he watches you struggle in frustration.

He lifts his head up, and, Gods, was he a sight. His eyes hazy, his hair a mess, his lips, shaded pinker than usual from kissing and sucking at you, and the best, his entire chin, lips, some of his cheeks, and the tip of his nose glistened with your slick.

He gets up to kick off his own pants, and abandon his shirt. You drink in the sight of his naked form, the only thing left being his jewelry. Doubloons that dangled from his neck. Carefully crafted, and carefully stolen rings of silver adorning his hands, and the hoop earrings that you got a glimpse of every so often when he pushed his hair back.

He climbed back atop of you, kneeled between your thighs. He pushed your legs up, one of his hands gripping the back of one of your thighs, the other, wrapped around the base of his cock. He gave himself a few quick strokes before pulling you up by the hips and lining himself up, letting his tip graze against you.

With one push, he was buried completely inside of you. His head fell forward, giving a loud groan, almost a growl. He stilled for a moment so you both could adjust to the feeling, before beginning to slowly rock his hips, starting out in time with the ship. He was fucking you in time with the waves. What a man.

"Fuck, you really are a little bird. Singing so pretty for me…"

The mixture of both yours and his moans fill the small room. His fingers had a grip on your hips that you knew would leave a bruise by sunrise. He sped up his movements, grunting through gritted teeth.

You could feel yourself quickly getting close again, and, by the sloppiness of his movements, it seems Jacob was too. You scramble to hold on to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He snarls, pounding into you roughly. "Come on. Fuckin do it!" He growls out the words lowly.

And with that, you felt the coil deep in your stomach release, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over and through you, making you tremble. He was close behind you, giving a final thrust before spilling inside of you, his mouth open, his head hanging back.

You both were panting as you came down from your highs. After a moment, he slowly pulled out, making you whine. He smirked as he watched his cum dripping out of your cunt. "What a mess." He sighed, but had no intention of cleaning it up.

He climbed out of bed, retrieving his booze, and tossing a scrap handkerchief at you, letting you wipe yourself off. After taking a long drink of rum, he flopped back down on the bed and threw one arm over you, cuddled up close.

"Thanks, birdie."

Reach, Reach, Reaching

Chris Turpin X Jake Kiszka Slash fic

Warnings: M/M, vouyerism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering (m!rec), handjobs

Chris sees something not meant for his eyes. He decides to stick around.

(Note: This is all fiction. I am in no way implying these two are together IRL, this is just me having some fun and writing a fic. Don’t like, don’t read and all that jazz.)

Jake was pent up.

That’s all there was to it. Days and days and weeks of being on the road on tour, cramped in a small bus most days left him with little private time to himself. He always had at least one other member of Mirador with him, and it was starting to frustrate him. He caught a lucky break when the others decided to stick around at a bar instead of heading back to the bus.

He feigned feeling tired, slipping away as soon as he could to the privacy of the bus.

What he didn’t know was that Chris had followed him. It was unlike Jake to turn down a night out, and the blonde was worried that Jake might’ve been sick or feeling off in some way.

He thought he was right when he entered the bus, hearing a whimper, only for the whimper to turn into a moan. Chris felt silly, realizing Jake just wanted some alone time. He knew he should turn around and leave Jake be, but something pulled his feet closer, letting him peek through the crack in the door.

Jake laid on his bunk, one hand gripping the sheets while the other was busy between his legs. His breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself in his boxers, the tip leaving a wet spot.

“Fuck,” He whispered, staring through the crack.

At the same time, Jake’s mind was racing with fantasies. A faceless woman, maybe one from the crowd, on her knees in front of him. She morphed into some faces he had seen before, eventually landing on a blonde. He twitched as he thought harder about this blonde. Her eyes a blue-grey and her hair a soft and familiar style now. He gasped as his fantasy shifted into Chris, causing his cock to twitch in his grip.

“Chris…” he groaned, causing the blonde hiding behind the door to hold back a gasp.

Jake’s hips bucked against his hand as he got closer to his peak, his cock throbbing and leaking. He began thrusting up to meet his hand, the blanket rustling with his movements. His strokes become faster, more urgent, chasing his release. Jake’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure as he came hard, his cock twitching in his hand. The front of his shorts move with each spasm, a damp spot forming where his cock head is pressed against the fabric.

Chris slipped away as soon as he could, his face red and the blood all rushing south. Jake? Into him? He almost couldn’t believe it, had he not seen it himself. He vowed to not peep on Jake again, slipping back into the bar to drink the filthy thoughts away.

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He didn’t last long. The next time Jake had an excuse to not join the others, Chris was following after. He told himself it was just to make sure Jake was alright, but he knew the truth deep down.

This time was different, though. Jake stripped and then climbed into his bunk, on his hands and knees. He pulled out a travel size bottle of lube from his sheets, pouring some on his fingers before pushing them into his ass with a whine. Chris couldn’t help but let his hand trail down to his cock, palming over it.

Jake’s breath hitched as he pushed two fingers knuckle-deep into his hole, curling and scissoring them to stretch himself open. He let his mind wander again as he rocked back against his hand, his moans muffled in his pillow.

“Deeper… fuck… go deeper,” Jake muttered, clearly absorbed in whatever fantasy was in his head.

A third finger was pushed in alongside the other two, pumping them in and out. Jake’s cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the blanket beneath him. Chris fucked against his hand, biting his lips as he watched Jake come undone.

Jake’s body tensed and shuddered as he came, his hole clenching around his fingers as sparks of pleasure shot down his spine. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his cries, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the blanket beneath him.

“Fuck- ah! Fuck me!” He gasped out, riding the waves of his intense orgasm while Chris did the same, ruining his pants. Finally spent, Jake collapsed onto the bunk, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He slowly pulled his fingers out of his sensitive hole, a shaky moan escaping his lips at the sensation.

He made no move to clean himself up yet, instead basking in the afterglow of his release. Chris snuck away again, feeling shame wash over him at what he did. When he returned to the bus later, Jake was asleep and cleaned up, no traces of what he had done still left.

Chris had trouble sleeping that night.

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It happened two more times, Chris catching Jake. Each time he’d shamefully get off, telling himself it would be the last time. But then he’d get drawn in again, getting off to it just like before.

This time, though, he was a bit tipsy by the time Jake headed back to the bus. As he crouched in his usual spot, hand down his pants, he shifted a bit. This caused him to get off-balance, falling against the door with his pants still down.

Jake froze, his eyes widening as he saw Chris stumble into the bunk area. He tugged a blanket over his lap to cover himself, not even daring to breathe. Then he saw Chris’ undone pants, and the shame on his face. Putting two and two together, a blush spread across his cheeks. He was mortified, but also strangely excited that he got caught in such a compromising position.

“C-Chris?” Jake mumbled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, “Did you… Were you watching me?”

He waited with bated breath for his response, his heart pounding in his chest. A part of him hoped Chris would say yes, that he’d confess to watching. But another part of him was terrified of possibly ruining the good thing they had.

Chris stood, his face red. He adjusted his pants, clearly still half-hard. He knew he couldn’t deny it.

“Yeah… I… I was.”

He was ready for Jake to yell at him, to hate him for this. Instead, Jake’s quiet words made him do a double take.

“I don’t mind. Y’know, if you keep watching?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “In fact… I kinda… kinda like the idea of being watched like that…”

He sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall away to reveal his naked torso and the tent in his boxers. Jake’s cheeks were flushed, but there was a new intensity in his eyes as he looked at Chris.

“Come in and close the door,” He murmured, gesturing to the spot across from him, “If you want to see… I’ll show you.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, but also a newfound boldness. The air between them was charged with a tension that wasn’t there before, a palpable heat and anticipation.

Chris knew he was giving him a way out. He knew he should take it, should turn and leave. But… He found he didn’t want to say no. Instead, he silently shut the door behind him, and approached Jake’s bunk. He sat at the other end, watching him. He didn’t touch himself yet, giving Jake his full attention.

Jake couldn’t believe this was happening. Emboldened by Chris’ presence, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his hard, aching cock. It bobbed slightly as it sprang free, already flushed a deep red. Jake wrapped a hand around it, stroking slowly as he looked up at Chris with half-lidded eyes.

He picked up the pace of his strokes, panting softly as he put on a bit of a show for Chris. The sight of his friend watching him, the heat in his eyes as he took in every inch of Jake’s naked body, only served to turn him on more.

Chris slowly moved his hand to palm his cock through his pants, unsure if he should take his out too.

“I didn’t mean to watch you at first,” He admitted, his eyes never leaving Jake’s hand, “I just… I couldn’t resist.”

Jake shuddered as he felt Chris’ eyes roaming over his body, his gaze burning into his skin. He moved a little faster, more urgently.

“I… I’m glad you didn’t. I think I wanted you to see,” He breathed out, his voice thick with desire.

He spread his legs wider, giving the other man an unobstructed view of his hard cock and heavy balls beneath. Jake’s other hand slid down to cup himself, fondling his sack as he kept stroking.

“Touch yourself for me, Chris,” He urged softly, “I wanna see you too… wanna watch you get off on watching me.” He licked his lips, his chest heaving with each panting breath. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of skin on skin.

Chris did as he was told, as if controlled by Jake’s voice. He shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees, giving himself a few unobstructed strokes.

“Jake… hah…” He groaned, his voice trailing into a whine as he watched Jake play with his balls.

The sight of Chris touching himself for Jake sends a bolt of pure lust straight to his core, making his cock throb and leak even more.

“Fuck, Chris… That’s so hot,” He growled, his voice ragged with desire, “Is that because of me?”

Chris nodded, his breathing heavy and low now.

Jake cupped his balls more firmly, rolling them in his palm as he pumped his shaft faster. The obscene sound of his hand flying over his cock filled the small space, mingling with the creaking of the bunk beneath them and their shared moans and gasps. Brown eyes were glued to Chris’ hand, watching the way his fingers danced over his hard flesh.

He suddenly wondered what it would feel like under his own hand.

“Come closer, Chris,” He urged breathlessly, reaching out a hand towards the blonde.

His cock was flushed a deep, angry red now, the tip an even darker shade as it leaked copious amounts of precum. Jake was teetering on the edge and Chris knew it wouldn’t take much to bring him there. He was hesitant at first, before scooting closer. They were thigh to thigh, and both seemed to wait for the other to make a move.

After a moment, Jake moved first. He slowly trailed his hand over Chris’ thigh, wrapping it around his hard cock and feeling the weight and heat of it in his palm. At the same time, Chris mirrored his movements. Jake shuddered as Chris’ fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip. He let out a low, guttural moan into Chris’ shoulder at the contact, his hips jerking forward into his touch.

His head was tucked into Chris’ shoulder as they jerked each other off, the intimate touch adding to it all. Jake was panting now, breathing in the scent of Chris as he picked up the pace.

“Chris… fuck… you’re so warm and big in my hand…” He moaned, his voice muffled by Chris’ shoulder.

The feeling of their hands on the other’s most intimate place was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Jake nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply as he lost himself in the sensation of finally touching Chris, of finally having Chris touch him back. He knew this was crossing a line, but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. All he wanted was to keep touching Chris, to feel his skin against his own.

Chris knew he was getting close too, and spoke the first thought that came to his mind.

“ I saw you the other day… you took your fingers so well. Were you imagining it was my cock?”

Jake suddenly let out a choked off cry as Chris’ words sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing in Chris’ hand as he came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering onto his thigh and a little onto Chris’ too as he rode out the intense waves of his orgasm.

“Ah- Fuck! Chris!” He shouted, his body aching with the force of his release. At the same time, he felt Chris’ cock twitch and swell in his hand before coating his fingers and thigh in his hot seed. The feeling of their cum mixing together, the knowledge that he made Chris lose control like that, it all intensified Jake’s pleasure. He stroked Chris through it, milking him for every last drop of his release as their thighs rub together, smearing the mess between their bodies.

Finally, as the aftershocks began to subside, Jake went limp against Chris, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He was panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat and the evidence of their mutual pleasure. Slowly, he lifted his head to look at Chris, his eyes hazy and satiated. A shy, satisfied smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“That was… fuck, that was amazing, Chris,” He murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of ecstasy. He leaned in, nuzzling his head against Chris’, “If you ever want to watch me again… the door’s open.”

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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i must take fear. fear is the mind killer

i must take painkillers. painkillers are the pain killer

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

god I wish I was a harmonica

Oh my god I need him

INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA + CATHOLIC GUILT FICS GIVE ME ALL OF IT NOW

That's not- nevermind

Follow up to this lol