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traffic-was-a-b1tch · 7 months ago

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anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: bitchy jake (iykyk), slight arguing, let me know if I missed any.

author’s note: heyyy guys! this is my first ever series! i’m super excited to write it and I think its gonna be a fun one lolz. please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!!

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Chapter One:

your pulse beat rapidly. you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

you put the last of the moving boxes on the couch and looked at kaylee. your smiles radiated as you took in your new place. the two bedroom, one bath apartment stared back at you.

the walls were painfully white and bare, but the dark blue couch added much needed color to the middle of the living room.

“it’s not much to look at right now”, she started, “but I think we can work with it.”

“let’s hope”, you laughed.

of course you both could work with it. y’all could turn a dumpster fire into a trendy café. you distinctly remembered that your dorm was in a similar condition y’all’s freshman year of college. and let’s just say you had to fix a few nail holes and tear off so much wallpaper when y’all moved out.

“I got it!”, kaylee gasped, “dark blue and white chevron!”

“chevron? are we in 2014?”, you gave her a look.

“oh please, you know I know best. here”, she positioned you to where she was standing by your shoulders, “look now.”

after a few head tilts, you hated to admit it but, you were starting to see her vision.

“hmmm ok fine. but the couch would have to go there”, you pointed, “and the lamp there against the wall.”

she gave your shoulders a squeeze and rested her head in the crook of your neck, “awe you finally trust my artistic eye.”

you shrugged her off with a laugh.

“you know things will be better, right? he’s not here to bother you, and you get a nice fresh start.”, she added hesitantly.

right. one of the main reasons you left your home state after college, your ex. you tried to push him out of your mind, nodding at kaylee.

you tried to focus on the room before you. your mind was starting to race with ideas and approaches, and the place was slowly piecing itself together.

the rising excitement was going to keep you up all night.

or so you thought.

you would have a different enemy tonight.

after hours of planning with kaylee, you finally started to get tired. the long hours of the day suddenly hit you and all you could think about was your mattress. it was on the floor as of now, but it never looked more comfortable.

after doing your skincare, getting in pjs, and brushing your teeth and hair, you laid down on the bare mattress. your eyes were slowly drooping as you started to slip into sleep.

just then you were startled awake with the sound of a guitar.

what in the world?

you waited for a second, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks. then, a second strum of an electric guitar echoed through the wall.

it was followed by a riff, cool and sharp, ripping through the quiet night. then came drums, pounding a dull beat that the guitar followed.

the music was good, great even, but it was too late for it.

you sat up, annoyed and tired, and looked over at kaylee, who had woken up from the same sounds.

“ugh. your first roommate duty.”, she grunted, pointing at the wall the music was coming from.

“no way, kaylee. are you kidding?”

she pointed again at the wall, strictly.

you rolled your eyes, standing up to stretch.

“ooohhh mama”, a man’s raspy voice came in with the music.

you cursed as you walked out into the hallway, not wanting the confrontation but needing sleep. the neighbor’s door reverberated with the vibration of music, making it obvious where the musicians were stationed.

you sighed and knocked at the door.

no response. just music.

“la di da di da oooohhh”, the singer’s voice was clear and distinct, mocking the guitar’s strums.

you knocked louder, growing frustrated.

suddenly, a voice interrupted the flowing sound and one by one the instruments stopped. the music ceased, and you could hear footsteps growing closer.

the door opened slightly, giving you a view of half a man’s face. his dark brown eyes sweeped you up and down, and you abruptly became aware that you were at their door in a big t-shirt and sleep shorts. a little embarrassed, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“can I help you?”, he asked, annoyance dripped from his husky voice.

“um- hi. sorry, me and my best friend just moved in next door.”, you pointed to your door.

his neck craned to see, opening the door a little more. you took in his appearance. the brown hair draped over his shoulders, reaching his upper back, was flowy and dark. he had on a black button up only buttoned to the middle of his torso, exposing his tan chest.

damn. he was attractive.

your eyes traveled further down, spotting an electric guitar hanging on him.

so this was the guitarist.

he looked back at you expectingly, waiting for an explanation.

“anyway, we were just going to come ask if y’all could quiet down just a little bit. it late and we have long days tomorrow and we would just really appreciate it.” you smiled sweetly, sort of wishing he found you attractive the way you found him attractive.

he raised his eyebrows, looked you up and down again, and turned to face some other men in the room. you could only see their heads, but you saw three men standing around instruments in the cramped apartment.

“what do ya say, boys? should we keep it down?”, he murmured, his voice mysterious and yet sweet. the other men laughed half-heartedly from inside, causing the man at the door to chuckle.

he looked back at you.

“look, sweetie. we are a professional band and we need our practice. now, we only can get together at night. so, what do you suppose we do, hm? stop our productive, important practice for you and your little friend to get beauty sleep? I don’t think so. we haven’t gotten any complaints yet, so I think that you just need to go back to your apartment and invest in some earplugs if it bothers you that much.”

you were taken aback, mouth slightly open in shock. you’d have never guessed such rude words would fall out of his beautiful mouth. he looked like a dream, but acted like a nightmare.

“well”, you started, unsure of how to respond, “I guess i’ll be the first to complain.” you lifted your chin up defiantly, not letting him see how much he disappointed you by being rude.

his eyebrows dropped, his face forming a deep glare.

“now then, let’s not be rude here.” he was testing you, seeing how confrontational you would get.

“yes”, you smiled sarcastically, “let’s not. so, practice is cancelled tonight?” you looked behind the man and into the room to see three slightly shocked faces.

one of them, with a seafoam green bass in his hand, broke out into a smile, “well i’m free tomorrow at noon.”

“shut up, sam.”, the man at the door barked, looking back at him.

“oh, give it a rest, jake. you know we can postpone and be fine.”, sam added.

oh, jake was the man at the door.

“yes, jake”, you cooed, “let’s postpone, hm?”

his eyes found yours, surprised and slightly impressed at your tone. his hard mouth slowly let up.

he scoffed, “you playing with fire, baby. be careful.”

your eyebrows raised, testing him to try you. you backed away, eyes never leaving his, and walked the four feet to your door.

the last thing you saw was a glimpse of his eyes following you into your apartment.

the intensity of the encounter haunted you, playing back in your head over and over. you leaned your head back onto the door, waiting for the music to resume. waiting to see if he had the gall to keep playing. still after a minute or two, there was nothing but silence. you sighed, sluggishly walking back to your bed.

then you collapsed, sleep slowly enveloping you into its warm arms.

good, that’s the end of that, you thought.

until you woke up at 3 am, to the sound of a guitar riff.

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eeeeeeeekkkk!!! so excited to start a seriessss. (also please excuse my use of y’all. i’m from the south and it just comes naturally lmao). PLEASE let me know what you would like me to write next, give suggestions, feedback, anything!

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #daniel wagner #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #gvf smut #gvf fic

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cellard0ors · 2 years ago

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Fic: Pin Me (6/?)

They're barely through the door of his hotel room before he has her up against a wall. Travis can't believe she's letting him do this, letting him be dominant in this manner, her arms loose in his grip as he presses them to the hotel room's wallpaper.

But Laura is letting him, moaning openly into his mouth and his tongue surges deep between her lips to find her own, to flick against it. Laura is growing laxer by the minute even as he's growing more tense.

She's fluid against his solid, and while part of him wants to revel in his strength, in his apparent victory, Travis knows it's not what he really wants.

(cut because filthy face sitting and longer than even I intended)

He draws back from her, audibly panting as he husks, "Are you sure?"

Laura's lips are wet from his kisses and he feels dizzy at the sight, "Too fast for you?"

He rubs at her arms, her elbows, "Asked you first."

She chuckles, "Doesn't bother me, if it doesn't bother you."

He lets out a pleased hum and steals a few more kisses before breathing, "Just don't want you to lose respect for me. That's all."

Laura seems just as addicted to kissing him as he is to her, taking a few more pecks of her own, smiling while she does so, "Hmm, cause this is only our first date and we didn't even get to dessert before I dragged you back here?"

"I wouldn't say 'dragged'. I was more than willing." Travis confirms even as Laura, impatient minx that she is, starts pulling at his white dress shirt, untucking it from his black dress pants and helping him unbutton it just enough so he can tug it up and over his head.

It gets tossed to one side and he's back at her again, cupping her face in his hands and for someone who works out so hard, she's so soft. Her skin feels magnificent under his hands and he does his best to not think about how he might feel in comparison.

Wrinkled? Leathery? God, he hopes not.

But he must not feel too bad considering how she's clutching to his meaty sides, nails scratching along the smooth skin of his back, dancing the long line of his spine before driving into his hair.

It's not as thick as it used to be, but still just as messy, odd bits and ends sticking out here and there, doing little to cover the bit in the back that has worn away, not to complete balding, but to a more visible scalp to be certain.

Again, if it bothers her, she doesn't show it - instead tugging greedy handfuls of his hair as she undulates her whole body against his.

Jesus.

If he was twenty years younger and stronger, he'd have his palms under her thighs so fast. He'd haul her legs up around his waist and hold her upright while taking her against this wall, the cheap picture frames clattering against the surface while he fucks her.

But Travis is not twenty years younger and he's not sure if he can hold her up the entire time - not to mention, again, that's not what he truly wants.

Laura incidentally mentioned what Travis wants (sort of) and he draws back from her to undo his belt, whipping the leather free from his waist before removing his pants and tossing them aside, leaving him only in his boxer briefs.

He watches her feast on her lips as she watches him undress, as she watches him climb on top of the bed and she removes her slinky maxi dress, kicking off her heels and thank the Lord for black lace.

That's all she's clad in now. Black lace bra, black lace underwear and the fact she's bothered to wear a matching set enchants him.

According to his niece, Kaylee, matching bras and panties is a consideration, not a requirement, on a girl's part. She told him this on the one and only time he'd been willing to go clothes shopping with her. After that tidbit, Travis has since avoided it.

Now, here, seeing Laura all decked out and recognizing she...considered him, well...

He pushes himself up and back on the mattress, head cushioned by one of the pillows near the headboard as she carefully crawls over top of him, her hands reaching back to unfasten her own bra only for him to stop her, a tutting sound leaving him as he reaches towards her arms.

"No, no. Wait..."

Laura looks down at him, golden curls tumbling around her face, blue eyes full of confusion as she stops. Travis feels a shaft of heat work down his neck even as his hands go for her hips, "Was thinking about what you said...about skipping out on dessert."

"Yeah?"

She sounds lost.

Good.

His fingers tighten and untighten reflexively on her as he mummers, "Well, I'd still like the taste of something sweet."

The little notch that forms between her eyebrows...he wants to kiss it away, it's so adorable. But he's having too much fun to stop now, "Thought I might get it earlier, but our positions weren't quite right."

Laura opens her mouth to ask, but he's breathless with excitement to tell her, "Your thighs around my neck, baby. My mouth near the heart of you."

It takes a second.

When the realization hits, she sucks in a loud breath, "Y-you want-?"

"Arm's not in the way this time." He purrs, "Sit on my face, sweetheart. Let me taste you."

The way she blushes!

Even in the dimness of the hotel room, Laura's skin takes on the loveliest shade of pink, "I-? I've never-?"

He clucks his tongue, "Shame."

"I-?" The movement of her slender throat as she swallows nearly undoes him, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

"But what if-?"

"You smother me?" He teases and she looks so shy, so embarrassed, so perfect, "While a great way to go, I promise you, I won't."

Laura looks equal parts worried and thrilled, but now he knows the key to get her to tip in the direction he wants, "C'mon, I dare you."

The look she shoots him!

"Bastard." It's said with amused admiration and he chuckles even as he impatiently tugs on her hips, encouraging her to hurry.

Falling prey to the same sense of urgency, Laura rises up just enough to hook her fingers beneath the material of her underwear, to drag them down and off her long, luscious legs.

Once bared, she begins to gnaw on her lips again, eyeing him speculatively even as she reaches for what she can grab of the headboard.

It's clear she wants to cling to it for leverage, clear she doesn't want to simply press all of her lower weight on to his face.

It's almost funny - here's this woman who routinely throws her body around like a ragdoll, flings herself into ropes, turnbuckles, down to the mat - a woman who performs high flying aerobatics that sometimes miss on purpose - and she's worried about how to approach this.

Travis should be gentle and patient and kind. He should let her take her time. But he's also an irrepressible motherfucker who's hungry for her taste, so he ushers her up quickly, burying his mouth deep between the folds of her cunt.

Laura lets out a loud, startled cry - clearly not expecting him to be so feral about it. But he is.

Travis moans against her, feeling as if he's dying as his tongue laps eagerly at the sopping wet honey gushing from her center. She gasps, her fingers suddenly leaving the headboard to claw at his hair even as her thighs clamp tight around his ears.

It's a shame that it mutes his hearing a portion, but past that, he could care less. The tip of his aquiline nose brushes against the bud of her clit even as the tip of his tongue plunges up into her tight, hot channel.

Laura is repeatedly crying out his name in ecstasy even as she rocks against him, even as he feels her climbing higher and higher towards her climax. Her own hands are brushing over her stomach (those strong, sexy abs of hers) over her lace covered breasts and seeing her squeeze her clothed tits hard?

Travis feels more and more dribbles of precum twitch out from his cock, feels the dampness of his underwear as it rubs with friction against his skin and oh...

Just when he thinks she'll burst against his mouth like an overripe fruit, she leans back, looking overwhelmed with arousal - pupils blown, hair a sweaty wild mass of blonde as she gasps, "Nngh! Wh-want-want-!"

"Take what you want." His voice comes out so gravely. Glass crushed and ground into the asphalt ragged, deep, "Whatever you need, baby."

This time he lets her remove her bra and he removes his underwear and it's barely off before she's got him in hand, her body rising up and down to engulf him.

Travis spits dark curses, his fingers tangling in the messed up blankets and sheets beneath them - the ones that got rucked up because of their movements.

But good fucking christ is she tight!

Her pussy is a perfect glove around his length. Hot silk heat swallowing his throbbing cock and then Laura does exactly what he's wanted since this started. Exactly what he's been hoping for.

She uses him.

Laura is bouncing on him, riding him - a wild, writhing creature consumed by her needs and her lusts and her small, perfectly shaped breasts dance as she moves.

Travis can't hold back any longer, his palms cupping those fantastic tits of hers and the way they disappear in his grip! Lovely little handfuls, so plump and pure and the tighten tips pressing up against his tough palms and he groans, his head arching back as his hips thrust upwards again and again.

They're both making an ungodly amount of noise as they give in to their desires, as they fuck one another mercilessly - but Travis knows in the end, it's Laura who is winning.

She's dominating him, taking all of him for herself, turning him inside out and using him for her pleasure and he loves it.

Travis loves it, he adores it, feels worshipped by it and when he feels her ripple around him, feels her release rush wholly through her, his body has no choice but to follow.

It rockets through him, makes little lights burst in front of his eyes and he's never known such a complete and wonderfully warm orgasm. Once he's worked through it, he realizes she's draped over him, a deliciously comfy weight.

She shifts until he slips from her and then cuddles into his side, kissing his neck and cheek. With the women before her, he never wanted to cuddle after. Now? Now it's sheer bliss.

"I still respect you." she says with a sexy sultriness that makes him feel like a lovestruck dope, "More so, even."

He just lets out a sound before asking, "That mean I can keep seeing you?"

He looks out of the corners of his eyes at her and she looks taken aback, "Is that what you thought this was? A one night stand?"

"Honestly?" She waits and he gives her the truth, "Didn't want it to be. But, again, you're young, I'm old..."

"You Tarzan, Me Jane?" She grumbles and he laughs, "Think you got the parts mixed - I'm definitely Jane. Also, with your schtick in mind, I'm more Little Red Riding Hood. And you're the big bad wolf "

"Um, think it was you who devoured me, sir."

"Matter of perspectives." Travis teases, but Laura eases up some, makes herself more visible to him, her face vulnerable as she speaks, "Seriously though, I don't care about our age difference, Travis. I also don't care about this only being our first date. I...I like you..."

The way she says it - so shy and small and as if she's afraid of rejection, "I don't have the best schedule. I travel - a lot. I basically live out of suitcases - no true home. I eat, sleep, breathe the job. I live a vagabond wrestler's life. I'm the one who should be asking you if this is a one night stand."

He reaches out and brushes the back of one hand along Laura's left cheek, "I know what it's like to live the job. And while I'm stationary, I'd...I'd like to think that, y'know, maybe...if-if we keep this thing going, that that would be a benefit. That I...I could be home for you."

Once the words are out of his mouth he feels like an overly poetic idiot. No way is she not going to straight up laugh in his face at that! Corny, stupid, dumb son of a b-!

Travis's internal self diatribe ends when she lets out a delighted little cry and then kisses him, drawing away only to press her forehead to his, her smile brighter than any of the lights he saw earlier, "Yes! Yeah, I-I mean I'd like that, please..."

And, with that, Travis smiles back, joyful beyond words.

#travis x laura #hackearney #the quarry #my writing #pin me

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