A JakexMC Romance - Duskwood Fanfiction
Manon Corvin is many things; a survivor, a fighter and a problem to anyone who stands in her way. She will not give up until she has everything she asked for.
She moves to Duskwood to save Hannah, her friends...
Friday. An excuse to write smut with some plot. A scene I've been dying to write for these two filthy minded people! I hope it works how I imagined it. ❤️
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"I was supposed to sweat you out In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground But it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout
The system's breaking down
I think there's been a glitch Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch And I'm not even sorry Nights are so starry, Blood moonlit It must be counterfeit I think there's been a glitch
A brief interruption A slight malfunction I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing I thought we had no chance And that's romance, Let's dance"
Glitch - Taylor Swift *****
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Manon
The car tires made their monotonous hiss over the rain-drenched road into Duskwood. The sun wore a thick veil of silver; for all they knew, it hadn't even risen that morning. A misty cocoon swirled over the tops of the trees that hugged them closely on either side of the car windows. A dreary and miserable day by all counts, and Manon's mood was distinctly apathetic in retaliation to the weather after the glorious sunshine they'd enjoyed the days before. Jake lounged in the passenger side, more relaxed than the last time she'd sped down this road with him riding shotgun. His hand flexed on her thigh every time she took a corner at a clip, but he seemed to trust her not to kill them now. They'd escaped the house without being seen, the others still asleep as they raced away.
Music played quietly to drown out the sound of the wind buffeting them on all sides, trying and failing to stop them from entering the cursed town of Duskwood. She slowed as the town sign approached them and fell behind, not wishing to be caught speeding before they could begin checking things off their list. Water beaded and ran down the windshield in tiny rivers that her wipers scrambled to keep up with as she pulled into the grocery store's parking lot. There were a handful of other cars, even at this early hour. She parked the car, glanced at Jake, and smiled at what she found, sure she'd always appreciate the gorgeous man by her side.
His hair was in dire need of cut now, the raven strands flopped lazily over his forehead, and her fingers tingled with the urge to push it back. It was unfair how pretty he was so early in the morning. Not one feature made him handsome to her, though his eyes could convince her to do a number of illegal and deadly things. The color was so startlingly blue that it was a shock to the system every time they met with hers. But it wasn't the color that made them so incredibly beautiful. They would've been beautiful in any shade. The intensity and honesty, a softness in how he looked at her, made them a work of living art. He had every reason not to be gentle, yet he chose to be such every day to spite the hand life had dealt him. What made him handsome came from deep within, a light so bright that even years of sheltering in the shadows couldn't dim. She knew how his lips felt in a kiss, tender or harsh, how his hands felt as they traveled over her curves and made themselves at home on or inside her body. In the silver light of the early morning, he could knock the breath from her lungs.
