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guys I was at this show! guys I saw this day! guys Josh told us he was very hungover!





Ig 📸 beckuhbeck
Josh didn’t think the game was very funny once Jake got his finger in his face instead
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they’re both so boyfriend it hurts
God just look at him
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MASTERLIST
hold my hand, stay awhile.
Welcome to Latern’s Masterlist!
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•Eventually I will write for all of the boys, but I love Sam and Danny related content especially
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Sanny x Reader
Feel Better - Smut
You have been missing your boys, Danny is having a shitty at work, and Sam has a plan to make you both feel better.
Designated Driver - Fluff
You have to wrangle your two drunk boyfriends after agreeing to DD. Short cute and silly.
#greta van fleet#gvf#danny wagner#sam kiszka#danny gvf#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#sam gvf#josh gvf#sanny gvf#greta van fleet fanfic#greta van fic#greta van fleet fic
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guys I haven’t slept right in three days and so when I uploaded this literally half of the fic was missing, anyway fixed now!
taglist @spark-my-nature @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @musicislove3389
Feel Better
s.f.k x d.r.w x reader

A/N: This baby is a long time coming, and I am quite pleased with how my first longer fic turned out! Sorry this took a whole month longer than expected, but school has been kicking my ass. Anyway I hope you enjoy! If you want to be added to my taglist comment or message me, and if you have any requests shoot me an anon or a message <3
Warnings: SMUT, the most switchy Sam Kiszka you ever did see, HEAVY SLASH, Dom Danny, Switch Reader, established relationship, polyamory, fluffy sex <3
You’re woken up from your late afternoon nap to the sounds of blues playing in the kitchen. Your half awake brain is annoyed at first by the sounds of pans clanging. Who was making that noise? It’s only when you hear whistling along to the music that it clicks,
“Sammy” you mutter under your breath, a smile spreading across your face. Your boys are home from work. You hop out of bed wearing only your underwear and one of Danny’s t-shirts and head into the kitchen.
“Ahh there she is,” Sam looks up from the vegetables he’s chopping, flashing you a warm smile before going back to the matter at hand. The kitchen smells delectable, the air full of smells of spices. The warm evening sun spills in through the window which casts a beautiful golden glow over Sam. He stands there chopping away in only a pair of flowy pants, shirtless, with his hair up in a haphazard bun. You took a moment to admire how pretty he looks, his soft skin glowing in the sun, how homey he makes your house feel. You walk up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist which elicits a contented hum. “Was wondering when you’d wake up pretty girl. Long day?”
“Mhmm.” You mumble distractedly into his neck as you begin to press soft kisses into it. Sam’s skin soft under your lips reminds you how long it’s been since you’ve felt either of your boys like this. They’d been so busy in the studio you haven’t really seen them in days, and you desperately missed them both. Following the craving for more you start to bite a little bit into the skin on Sam’s shoulder, pulling from him a little squirm. Unstaisfied by this reaction you really sink your teeth into him, sucking the spot in hopes to leave a mark. Sam lets out a quiet groan as he drops the knife onto the counter. Turning around to face you, he holds your face in his hands. He looks down at you . He brings his lips down to just brush your own.
“Someone’s needy today.” His tone borders on condescending, but is laced with affection. “Did you get lonely by yourself all day?”
“I’ve barely seen you guys in the last fourty eight hours, so forgive me if I’m feeling deprived…” Your sentence trails off distracted by your proximity to your boyfriend. Sam lets out a chuckle and finally takes your lips in his. He kisses you slow and soft, and for a moment you just bask in the warmth that is Sam. His comforting energy surrounds your senses. He’s like the warm afternoon sun.
The kiss escalates quickly, with Sam’s hand around your waist sliding down to grip your ass. Your hands lace through his hair to pull him closer, but all of a sudden you have a thought that causes you to pull away. “Where is Danny by the way?”
Sam lets out a sigh, “He had a really shitty day at the studio. We were having some issues with his equipment so he’s in there still recording. It was no one’s fault so he’s not even upset, just wants to come home y’know.”
“Poor thing. That's the worst.” It’s then that you take in the smells of the kitchen, and the cogs in your brain start turning. Your heart swells at the sweetness of your Sam. You shoot him a smile. “Is that why you are cooking his favourite pasta?”
“Mmm something like that” Sam replies as he presses another peck on your lips. When he pulls back you see a lightbulb go off in his head. He gives you a smirk. “Actually, I have the perfect idea to cheer him up when he gets back, and make up for how neglected you’ve been. Just let me finish up dinner.”
“Yes Sir.” You wink at him turning around. He chuckles and swats you on the ass.
“Wrong boyfriend for that one sweetheart!” He calls out as you walk away.
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“So Samuel what’s this master plan of yours?” You ask from you’re spot on the cozy living-room chair. Sam plops himself down on the couch across from you.
“All in due time my darling all in due time.” He retorts in his best over the top diva Josh voice. “Now why don’t you c’mere and let me love on you a little to make up for being gone all day.”
With that invitation you jump out of your seat and onto the couch to straddle Sam’s lap. He looks up at you with an expression of total smug contentment before once again pulling you into a searing kiss. The room is filled with the sounds of your lips clashing and Sam’s little grunts of pleasure between kisses. You fall into a needy push and pull, Sam’s mouth chasing your own only to pull you back closer to him. You feel his long fingers curl around your waist and grip at your ass.
“For the record.” Sam’s words come out breathy between kisses. “Missed you too. Both did -I know it.”
You feel one of his hands slide under your shirt groping at your tits. He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, causing you to involuntarily grind your hips down into him. The feeling of his hardening cock through his pants brought your attention to the pulsing need between your thighs.
“Fuck Sam I need more.” You let out in a breathy moan burying your face into his neck. He runs a soothing hand up and down your lower back while you continue to desperately grind into him.
“Yeah baby?” His voice is laced with a soft sort of condescension. “You wanna know what my plan is?”
“Mhmm.” Your response comes out as a partial moan as Sam's hips thrust up into yours.
“Gonna play with your pretty pussy until your brain is all fuzzy and you can’t take it anymore, but I’m not gonna let you cum, so that when Daniel gets home he’s gonna find you in my lap wearing his shirt and all needy for him to finish you off. Sound good?”
You nod your head, your brain to full of desperation to speak.
“Words sweetheart.”
“Please Sammy need it so bad.”
“Don’t worry you’ll get what you need.”
He adjusts your position so that you are laying between his legs, with your back rested against his chest. You lift your hips letting Sam pull of your panties.
“Open those legs sweet thing so I can make you feel good.”
You nod your head against him, spreading your legs so that Sam can slip a hand in between. You watch intently as two of his long fingers disappear inside you.
“Fuck Sammy.” You arch your back as he immediately sets a brutal pace, curling his fingers inside you.
“Yeah feel good doll? Must be so nice to be taken care of after you’ve been alone all day huh?”
“Uh huh uh huh” You let you let you head fall back against Sam’s shoulder while he continues to drive his fingers into you. He takes the opportunity to latch onto your neck, sucking and biting marks along the length of it.
You rock your hips back and forth against him as you feel that knot in your stomach start to tighten, just as your about to reach your release-
“Fuckk” You let out a whine of dissapointment as Sam pulls away his fingers at the last second.
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“Noo was so close.” You cry out in frustration and Sam pulls his fingers out again. You’ve lost count of how many times it’s been now, your brain is far too gone to count. All that you can process is Sam, the feeling of his fingers inside of you, and his lips haphazardly sucking marks onto your neck.
Sam’s voice comes out a little ragged, clearly turned on from nearly making cum so many times. “I know baby it kills me not to give you what you want, but Danny will be home any second I promise.”
“Fuck fuck need him so bad need his mouth-“ You’re cut off by the feeling of Sam slamming his fingers back inside you. Immediately all of your thoughts turn to his bass fingers expertly moving inside you. Your eyes are screwed shut and your head is thrown back against Sam’s shoulder. You’re so focused your pleasure don’t even hear the sound of the door opening.
What you do hear is the “Oh fuck.” Followed by the sound of Danny’s bags hitting the floor.
Danny, on the other hand, is very aware of what is going on in front of him. He got out of the car disgruntled and annoyed about how late he was getting home. All of those thoughts however, went away the moment he stepped through the door. The room is filled with the sound of your desperate moans. Danny sees you cheeks pink and eyes screwed shut writhing in desperation and wearing his fucking shirt. All of the blood immediately went to his cock. To top it all off you were layed out on top of his Sam, who was looking back at him with the cockiest goddamn smile Danny has ever seen.
“Welcome home baby.” Sam says looking up at Danny with innocent eyes as if he’s not knuckle deep in your cunt. Danny’s feet are glued in place, still in shock of what’s going on in front of him. Sam leans down to speak in your ear so as to get your fucked out attention.
“Look pretty girl Daniel’s home, he can finally help you cum.” He looks back up at his boyfriend, “We’ve been waiting to let her cum till you could come and eat her as an after work treat. She’s been so patient.” Sam says casually as he can muster.
“Danny, need you, need your mouth.” Your whine for him kicks Danny’s brain into gear. Immediately he makes his way over to Sam, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Danny looks at him with blank awe — much to his boyfriend’s delight.
“Christ, I love you so much.” Danny whispers to Sam before diverting his attention to you. He crouches down, his eyes feigning pity, and runs his tumb gently over your cheek while Sam continues to move his fingers at a lazy pace inside you.
“Hi sweet girl, has Sammy been torturing you?”
“Mhmm he has.” You respond as coherently as you can muster.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m gonna carry you to bed now and finish you off okay sweet girl?”
“Please” you reply so weakly it nearly melts both of your boyfriends. Danny scoops you up in his arms bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom while Sam follows closely along behind him.
You get set on the bed with a gentle thud as Danny steps back to pull off his shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Sam moving to sit on the little couch across from your bed with the clear intention of sitting back and watching for the time being. A whine of protest slips from your mouth, snapping both of your boyfriends out of their haze of lust as their heads both turn to look at you. They both look at you with raised eyebrows.
“Everything alright doll?” Danny questions gently. You look up at them wide eyed and pouting. You reach an arm out towards Sam.
“I don’t want Sammy so far away. Wanna be able to
feel both of you. Missed you guys soso much.”
Both men practically melt at your words. Sam felt his heart ache at the desperate look you gave him. And to think that even in your fucked-out state you still were thinking about him being close to you.
“Of course sweet girl. Want me to hold you while Danny makes you feel good?” You look up through your lashes into his soft brown eyes, giving him a sweet little nod.
Gently as he can considering how sensitive you are, Sam maneuvers you to sit back in between his legs. You nuzzle your nose into his smooth chest which earns you an affectionate peck on the head.
Danny, free of his shirt and pants so as to only be wearing his boxers, crawls over top of the two of you. You watch as he settles on his forearms taking in the both of you. The hard lines of his muscles that make your thighs ache contrast with the look of gentle admiration that Danny wears looking down at his two partners. One of his hands moves to cradle your cheek.
“I really have missed you so much sweetheart. I’m sorry that we haven’t spent any time with you these past couple of days.”
You give Danny a reassuring smile and crane your neck up to kiss him sweetly.
“That’s okay. I did really miss you guys, but I’m already being reminded just how much you guys love me.” You watch as the teasing lilt in your tone pulls Danny out of his moment of tenderness and reminds him what he’s about to do.
Danny pulls you by the neck into a needy kiss that reminds you just how blinding the ache between your legs really is. His kiss is dominating. He pulls you whoever he wants to go knowing you’ll dutifully follow. Claiming your bottom lip like it’s his for the taking — and it certainly is.
He pulls back, sending you a devastating wink before sliding your panties down your legs. Danny crawls down between your thighs. He dives one finger between your folds, studying them with a fascination that makes it seem like this isn’t something he’s done countless times before.
“Fuck Sam,” He mutters still focused on that place between your legs, “Look how wet she is for us. Christ you must’ve worked her up good.”
Danny swipes two fingers through your folds again, emitting a wiggle and a groan from your needy body. He sits up for a moment, bringing the fingers up and above your head straight into Sam’s mouth. You can’t see him, but you can hear the sounds of him diligently sucking on Danny’s fingers before pulling off with an obscene pop, much to Danny’s delight.
“You taste so good, baby.” Sam’s low voice in your ear makes you whine out in desperation. “You all wet and needy for Danny to finally make you feel good?”
All you can respond with is a desperate moan as Sam wraps his arm tighter around your waist and Danny moves down to nip at the plush skin of your thigh.
“Fuck can’t wait to taste you” Danny mutters almost to himself before finally licking a stripe against your pussy. A shudder ripples through you at the contact on your sensitive body. Danny lets out a groan of satisfaction at the feeling of you on his tongue.
“Did you like that baby?” Sam calls down to Danny, his thumb absentmindedly tracing your stomach. Danny looks up at him flashing a devious smile.
“Like fuckin’ heaven.” Danny dives back in devouring you like a man starved. His tongue ran from your entrance to your clit, teasing it only lightly with his tongue before moving back down again. Your thighs tighten, involuntarily grinding down as the gorgeous man below you darts his tongue inside. Satisfied pants melt into needy moans as the pleasure starts to cloud you again, your over sensitive cunt so aware of every move that Danny makes.
“Is Danny making you feel so good? Look at how focused he is showing you how much he loves you.” Sam mutters in your ear egging the both of you on. You open your mouth to respond, but are cut off with a cry as Danny sucks on your clit slipping two fingers inside. You feel Danny smile against you at your reaction.
The knot in your stomach begins to tighten as Danny picks up his pace.
“Fuck Danny, soo good, gonna cum soon.” You moan out the best you can. Sam hushes your overwhelmed moans gently rubbing your shoulder.
“‘You’re being such a good girl for us. Let it all go and cum for us. Show Danny how good he’s making you feel.”
With a few final thrusts of his fingers you cry out, letting your orgasm take over while Danny laps it up. He slows his movements working you through it until you’re squirming from overstimulation.
Danny lies there for a moment, contented between your thighs. You let the aftershocks roll over you, basking how your senses feel entirely surrounded by Sam and Danny. You push yourself up to kiss Danny, grabbing him by the jaw and trying to convey just how good he makes you feel. When you pull away he sports a goofy smile of appreciation.
“You’re perfect. You need to take a break sweet girl?” Danny asks tucking some hair behind your ear.
“Mhmm. I can’t take anymore right now, but I wanna watch. Maybe lend a hand. You two take care of eachother.” You push him gently in Sam’s direction.
Danny leans down to kiss you one more time.
“Sounds good sweetheart.”
With that he turns his attention to Sam, who’s leaned back on his forearms staring lovingly at the two of you. Danny sits back and beckons Sam over with his hand.
“C���mere baby.” Danny reaches out an arm to grab onto Sam and pulls him in his lap. They mirror you and Sam’s position from earlier, with Sam straddling Danny’s lap arms around his neck. For a moment everything is still. Danny holds your boyfriends chin in his hand, keeping Sam’s head in place while studying his features intently. The look in his eye is so loving, completely engrossed in how pretty Sam really is.
“Look at you” Danny mutters to himself admiring Sam’s gorgeous face. Sam’s cheeks redden, adorably you would add, at his words.
“Hi Daniel.” Sam let’s out in a bashful chuckle.
“Hey Sammy.” He smiles wolfishly before taking Sam’s lips in his own. You watch Sam melt in Danny’s arms. There was something so undeniably attractive about the way Sam who is normally so confident and opinionated and impossible to control turns completely submissive and needy the moment Danny gets his hands on him. Not that Sam isn’t ever a pillow princess for you too -but there is something about his feminine allure that comes out in Danny’s lap arching his back.
Danny holds Sam by the hair, keeping his head in place while he tugs at Sam’s lip. You watch him slip into that familiar headspace, all hazy and compliant looking up starry eyed at Danny waiting to be told what to do. Danny uses his leverage to pull Sam’s head back so he can start to suck on his jaw and trying to convey just how good he makes you feel. When you pull away he sports a goofy smile of appreciation.
“You’re perfect. You need to take a break sweet girl?” Danny asks tucking some hair behind your ear.
“Mhmm. I can’t take anymore right now, but I wanna watch. Maybe lend a hand. You two take care of eachother.” You push him gently in Sam’s direction.
Danny leans down to kiss you one more time.
“Sounds good sweetheart.”
With that he turns his attention to Sam, who’s leaned back on his forearms staring lovingly at the two of you. Danny sits back and beckons Sam over with his hand.
“C’mere baby.” Danny reaches out an arm to grab onto Sam and pulls him in his lap. They mirror you and Sam’s position from earlier, with Sam straddling Danny’s lap arms around his neck. For a moment everything is still. Danny holds your boyfriends chin in his hand, keeping Sam’s head in place while studying his features intently. The look in his eye is so loving, completely engrossed in how pretty Sam really is.
“Look at you” Danny mutters to himself admiring Sam’s gorgeous face. Sam’s cheeks redden, adorably you would add, at his words.
“Hi Daniel.” Sam let’s out in a bashful chuckle.
“Hey Sammy.” He smiles wolfishly before taking Sam’s lips in his own. You watch Sam melt in Danny’s arms. There was something so undeniably attractive about the way Sam who is normally so confident and opinionated and impossible to control turns completely submissive and needy the moment Danny gets his hands on him. Not that Sam isn’t ever a pillow princess for you too -but there is something about his feminine allure that comes out in Danny’s lap arching his back.
Danny holds Sam by the hair, keeping his head in place while he tugs at Sam’s lip. You watch him slip into that familiar headspace, all hazy and compliant looking up starry eyed at Danny waiting to be told what to do. Danny uses his leverage to pull Sam’s head back so he can start to suck on his jaw and down his neck. Without Danny’s mouth to muffle him, Sam starts to let out pathetic little pants, rutting his hips into Danny’s like a desperate puppy. This gets Danny’s attention, his hands shoot down to Sam’s hips to hold him still which pulls a disappointed whine from Sam.
Danny looks up at him with a look of feigned pity, tucking a strand behind Sam’s ear,
“Aww your pretty boy cock’s been neglected this whole time hasn’t it?” You watch Sam’s face go red before he quickly buries it in Danny’s shoulder.
“So hard it hurts.” Sam mumbles into his boyfriends neck. You watch Danny’s pupils get even larger and his expression get more smug at Sam’s desperation. He looks at you with an evil glint in his eye, twirling Sam’s hair between his fingers.
“You’ve been so patient Sammy. Such a good boy for us. Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, fuck you so good baby. You deserve a reward. It must’ve been so hard doing everything for everyone else when you’re such a princess.”
Sam pulls back with an incredulous look.
“Hey Im not a- oooh jesus fuck.“
In a show of strength that has your thighs clenching, Danny grabs Sam and flips him over so he is sitting between Danny’s spread legs as if it is nothing. He moves his hand down to palm Sam’s bulge through his pants, making Sam cry out, his back arching into Danny’s touch.
You roll onto your side facing your boyfriends. Looking up at Danny, you run a hand up and down Sam’s side.
“It’s true he’s been so good for us. You know this was all his idea to make us feel better? He even made your favourite pasta to surprise you, didn’t you Sammy?”
Sam looks over at you with big doey eyes and biting his lip in an attempt to hold back his moans. He nods in response and you press an appreciative kiss on his lips.
“You really did all that to make us feel better?” Danny questions while kissing down his neck.
“‘Course love you guys so much.” Sam responds half in a moan. Danny holds his gaze for a moment. He takes his time looking down at Sam in appreciative fascination while Sam stares back up at him all doe eyes and pretty,
“Your fucking perfect. Our beautiful sweet boy.” Danny presses a kiss to his cheek while pulling Sam’s shirt off. He sends you a little smirk and flicks his eyes down towards Sam’s pants, a signal you recognize. Smiling back at him you make your way down to pull Sam’s boxers off.
The angle hovering over Sam gives you a delicious view of your boyfriends. Sam’s jaw hangs open and his eyes are shut in pleasure while Danny sucks at his neck like it is his last meal. At the feeling of Sam’s boxers coming off one of Danny’s hands travels down to start lazily stroking Sam’s cock. Sam’s jaw drops and his eyes glaze over the moment he is touched. Sweet little gasps and whines escape his mouth as he helplessly bucks his hips into Danny’s hand in search of more. Something about his desperation fires up that possessive urge inside of you, and his whines turn into a loud groan when you suddenly bite down on the sensitive spot on his neck. Danny, completely delighted by your display, gently strokes your hair while you kiss at Sam.
“You love getting all marked up don’t you pretty boy? You like when our girl makes you hers?” Danny’s controlled facade nearly slips at how turned on he is. “You’re not slick strutting around at work in tiny little shorts with your shirt undone so everyone can see how much of a slut you are. Makes you feel good doesn’t it?”
Sam nods his head dumbly in response. A lazy grin on his face while he takes all of the pleasure and attention you two are giving him.
You reach around to twist his nipples in your fingers. Sam cries out, back arching as his face contorts in pain, and what you know is also masochistic pleasure. Danny's eyes flick between the two of you, both enamoured with how sexy your domineering side is and how pathetically submissive Sam looks.
“Answer his question Sammy. Tell us how much you love being the center of attention.” His hips buck up into Danny’s touch as he increases his pace.
“Love it so much. Love eyes on me. Want- fuck -want everyone to imagine how I got ‘em.”
Danny let’s put a quiet growl and bucks his hips up at Sam’s confession. You can feel yourself dripping again as animalistic need takes over his expression.
“Christ Sammy you’re such a slut. Our slut. Need to be inside you right now.” Your thighs clench together as Danny pushes himself up and flips Sam onto his stomach before stepping back to take his boxers off.
Sam turns his head so he’s facing you. His eyes are hazy and blown out from lust and he wears a satisfied smirk. Your hand cradles the side of his face while pulling him in for a needy kiss. It’s sloppy and imprecise with Sam tongue exploring your open mouth.
All of a sudden Sam’s jaw go slack against you and he lets out a high pitched whine against your mouth. You tilt your head back to see Danny fully sheathed inside Sam from behind.. Sam’s eyes
“Fuck Daddy so big ‘m so full.” Sam mumbles out in a daze. The nickname flares something up in Danny. He lets out a low groan from his chest and his fingers dig deeper into Sam’s hips. His eyes are absolutely transfixed on you and Sam. Your fingers rake through Sam’s hair soothing him through the stretch, but your eyes remained locked on Danny as he begins to fuck into Sam.
You watch their bodies melt together in a puddle of ecstasy. Sam moans and whines and writhes in Danny’s possessive hold. Danny is completely enamoured with the man underneath him. His eyes darken with an affectionate and primal need that leaves him muttering a string of praises into Sam’s ear. All of a sudden his gaze turns to you.
“Baby I know, christ you’re tight Sam, I know you said you were all done but- fuck -could you please warm Sammy’s cock while I fuck him. I’ll hold him up for you I just- uh need both of you underneath me.” Sam lets out a wanton moan at the suggestion, doing his best to meet your eyes as he takes Danny’s cock.
Both boys are watching you with matching open mouthed, fucked out expressions. You shoot Danny a smile before leaning back down to look at Sam, cradling his face.
“You want me to keep your cock company pretty boy?” His eyes are soft, eyebrows knitted together, looking up at you like a lost puppy
“Please please sweetheart, need it so bad ah.” Danny delivers a hard thrust into him before wrapping an arm around his waist to lift him up. With Sam pressed against Danny’s chest you slide underneath him while Danny takes his cock in his hand lining it up with you.
Sam’s parted, swollen lips let out a strangled moan that mixes with your sigh of relief when he is slowly pushed inside of you. Sam goes ragdoll limp in Danny’s arms, just letting himself get used by the both of you. You revel in the friction of Sam’s cock being nudged back and forth inside you by the force of Danny’s thrusts. You start to push your hips up into him chasing that feeling when he hits you just right. Sam is absolutely preening above you knowing he’s the center of attention. His prettiness becomes almost obscene as he’s fucked from both sides, lips parted and eyes wide and begging. You take him by the neck kissing him once again while Danny talks in his ear.
“You just love how its all about you now don’t you pretty boy?” Sam just lets out a pathetic whine against your lips in response. “You look so sexy letting us use you like this, such a good boy.”
He takes Sam’s hair in his fist pulling you two apart and holding him there so he is looking down at you. You take in the view of both of your boys looking down at you, Sam doe eyed and fucked out and Danny with a wicked open mouthed smirk.
“Look at our sweet girl down there Sammy taking you so good. Isn’t she so gorgeous?”
“So pretty. Soso hot baby.” Sam babbles the best he can.
“I bet she feels so good, so warm, squeezing you so good.” Danny breathes out, his tone betraying how close he is.
“Feels so good. Feel so good baby. I- I think I’m gonna cum Daddy.”
“Me too fuck.” You feel that familiar knot in your stomach starting to tighten.
“I’m right there with you my loves. Let go.”
In a chorus of whines and moans your orgasm washes over you while Sam spills his release inside you. A few more thrusts and Danny is quick behind, finishing into Sam with a groan.
The boys roll off of you so that they’re cuddled up on either side of you. The three of you lay there catching your breath, sweaty and tangled together. It’s Sam who is the one to break the silence.
“So… You guys feel better?” Danny lets out a chuckle. “Something like that.”
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Feel Better
s.f.k x d.r.w x reader

A/N: This baby is a long time coming, and I am quite pleased with how my first longer fic turned out! Sorry this took a whole month longer than expected, but school has been kicking my ass. Anyway I hope you enjoy! If you want to be added to my taglist comment or message me, and if you have any requests shoot me an anon or a message <3
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: SMUT, the most switchy Sam Kiszka you ever did see, HEAVY SLASH, Dom Danny, Switch Reader, established relationship, polyamory, fluffy sex <3
You’re woken up from your late afternoon nap to the sounds of blues playing in the kitchen. Your half awake brain is annoyed at first by the sounds of pans clanging. Who was making that noise? It’s only when you hear whistling along to the music that it clicks,
“Sammy” you mutter under your breath, a smile spreading across your face. Your boys are home from work. You hop out of bed wearing only your underwear and one of Danny’s t-shirts and head into the kitchen.
“Ahh there she is,” Sam looks up from the vegetables he’s chopping, flashing you a warm smile before going back to the matter at hand. The kitchen smells delectable, the air full of smells of spices. The warm evening sun spills in through the window which casts a beautiful golden glow over Sam. He stands there chopping away in only a pair of flowy pants, shirtless, with his hair up in a haphazard bun. You took a moment to admire how pretty he looks. His soft skin glows in the sunlight that trickles in through the kitchen window. Something about him is so homey. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist eliciting a contented hum. “Was wondering when you’d wake up pretty girl. Long day?”
“Mhmm.” You mumble distractedly into his neck as you begin to press soft kisses into it. Sam’s skin soft under your lips reminds you how long it’s been since you’ve felt either of your boys like this. They’d been so busy in the studio you haven’t really seen them in days, and you desperately missed them both. Following the craving for more you start to bite a little bit into the skin on Sam’s shoulder, pulling a little squirm. Unstaisfied by this reaction you really sink your teeth into him, sucking the spot in hopes to leave a mark. Sam lets out a quiet groan as he drops the knife onto the counter. Turning around to face you, he holds your face in his hands. He cranes his face down so your lips are just brushing.
“Someone’s needy today.” His tone borders on condescending, but is laced with affection. “Did you get lonely by yourself all day?”
“I’ve barely seen you guys in the last fourty eight hours, so forgive me if I’m feeling deprived…” Your sentence trails off distracted by your proximity to your boyfriend. Sam lets out a chuckle and finally takes your lips in his. He kisses you slow and soft, and for a moment you just bask in the warmth that is Sam. His comforting energy surrounds your senses. He’s like the warm afternoon sun.
The kiss escalates quickly, with Sam’s hand around your waist sliding down to grip your ass. Your hands lace through his hair to pull him closer, but all of a sudden you have a thought that causes you to pull away. “Where is Danny by the way?”
Sam lets out a sigh, “He had a really shitty day at the studio. We were having some issues with his equipment so he’s in there still recording. It was no one’s fault so he’s not even upset. Just wants to come home y’know.”
“Poor thing. That's the worst.” It’s then that you take in the smells of the kitchen and the cogs in your brain start turning. Oh the sweetness of your Sam. You shoot him a smile. “Is that why you are cooking his favourite pasta?”
“Mmm something like that” Sam replies as he presses another peck on your lips. When he pulls back you see a lightbulb go off in his head. He gives you a smirk. “Actually, I have the perfect idea to cheer him up when he gets back, and make up for how neglected you’ve been. Just let me finish up dinner.”
“Yes Sir.” You wink at him turning around. He chuckles and swats you on the ass.
“Wrong boyfriend for that one sweetheart!” He calls out as you walk away.
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“So Samuel what’s this master plan of yours?” You ask from you’re spot on the cozy living-room chair. Sam plops himself down on the couch across from you.
“All in due time my darling all in due time.” He retorts in his best over the top diva Josh voice. “Now why don’t you c’mere and let me love on you a little to make up for being gone all day.”
With that invitation you jump out of your seat and onto the couch to straddle Sam’s lap. He looks up at you with an expression of total smug contentment before once again pulling you into a searing kiss. The room is filled with the sounds of your lips clashing and Sam’s little grunts of pleasure between kisses. You fall into a needy push and pull, Sam’s mouth chasing your own only to pull you back closer to him. You feel his long fingers curl around your waist and grip at your ass.
“For the record.” Sam’s words come out breathy between kisses. “Missed you too. Both did -I know it.”
You feel one of his hands slide under your shirt groping at your tits. He rolls one of your nipples between his fingers, causing you to involuntarily grind your hips down into him. The feeling of his hardening cock through his pants brought your attention to the pulsing need between your thighs.
“Fuck Sam I need more.” You let out in a breathy moan burying your face into his neck. He runs a soothing hand up and down your lower back while you continue to desperately grind into him.
“Yeah baby?” His voice is laced with a soft sort of condescension. “You wanna know what my plan is?”
“Mhmm.” Your response comes out as a partial moan as Sam's hips thrust up into yours.
“Gonna play with your pretty pussy until your brain is all fuzzy and you can’t take it anymore, but I’m not gonna let you cum, so that when Daniel gets home he’s gonna find you in my lap wearing his shirt and all needy for him to finish you off. Sound good?”
You nod your head, your brain to full of desperation to speak.
“Words sweetheart.”
“Please Sammy need it so bad.”
“Don’t worry you’ll get what you need.”
He adjusts your position so that you are laying between his legs, with your back rested against his chest. You lift your hips letting Sam pull of your panties.
“Open those legs sweet thing so I can make you feel good.”
You nod your head against him, spreading your legs so that Sam can slip a hand in between. You watch intently as two of his long fingers disappear inside you.
“Fuck Sammy.” You arch your back as he immediately sets a brutal pace, curling his fingers inside you.
“Yeah feel good doll? Must be so nice to be taken care of after you’ve been alone all day huh?”
“Uh huh uh huh” You let you let you head fall back against Sam’s shoulder while he continues to drive his fingers into you. He takes the opportunity to latch onto your neck, sucking and biting marks along the length of it.
You rock your hips back and forth against him as you feel that knot in your stomach start to tighten, just as your about to reach your release-
“Fuckk” You let out a whine of dissapointment as Sam pulls away his fingers at the last second.
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“Noo was so close.” You cry out in frustration and Sam pulls his fingers out again. You’ve lost count of how many times it’s been now, your brain is far too gone to count. All that you can process is Sam, the feeling of his fingers inside of you, and his lips haphazardly sucking marks onto your neck.
Sam’s voice comes out a little ragged. “I know baby it kills me not to give you what you want, but Danny will be home any second I promise.”
“Fuck fuck need him so bad need his mouth-“ You’re cut off by the feeling of Sam slamming his fingers back inside you. Immediately all of your thoughts turn to his bass fingers expertly moving inside you. Your eyes are screwed shut and your head is thrown back against Sam’s shoulder. You’re so focused your pleasure don’t even hear the sound of the door opening.
What you do hear is the “Oh fuck.” Followed by the sound of Danny’s bags hitting the floor.
Danny, on the other hand, is very aware of what is going on in front of him. He got out of the car disgruntled and annoyed about how late he was getting home. All of those thoughts however, went away the moment he stepped through the door. The room is filled with the sound of your desperate moans. Danny sees you cheeks pink and eyes screwed shut writhing in desperation and wearing his fucking shirt. All of the blood immediately went to his cock. To top it all off you were layed out on top of his Sam, who was looking back at him with the cockiest goddamn smile Danny has ever seen.
“Welcome home baby.” Sam says looking up at Danny with innocent eyes as if he’s not knuckle deep in your cunt. Danny’s feet are glued in place, still in shock of what’s going on in front of him. Sam leans down to speak in your ear so as to get your fucked out attention.
“Look pretty girl Daniel’s home, he can finally help you cum.” He looks back up at his boyfriend, “We’ve been waiting to let her cum till you could come and eat her as an after work treat. She’s been so patient.” Sam says casually as he can muster.
“Danny, need you, need your mouth.” Your whine for him kicks Danny’s brain into gear. Immediately he makes his way over to Sam, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Danny looks at him with blank awe — much to his boyfriend’s delight.
“Christ, I love you so much.” Danny whispers to Sam before diverting his attention to you. He crouches down, his eyes feigning pity, and runs his tumb gently over your cheek while Sam continues to move his fingers at a lazy pace inside you.
“Hi sweet girl, has Sammy been torturing you?”
“Mhmm he has.” You respond as coherently as you can muster.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m gonna carry you to bed now and finish you off okay sweet girl?”
“Please” you reply weakly. Danny scoops you up in his arms bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom while Sam follows closely along behind him.
You get set on the bed with a gentle thud as Danny steps back to pull off his shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Sam moving to sit on the little couch across from your bed with the clear intention of sitting back and watching for the time being. A whine of protest slips from your mouth, snapping both of your boyfriends out of their haze of lust. They both look at you with raised eyebrows.
“Everything alright doll?” Danny questions gently. You look up at them wide eyed and pouting. You reach an arm out towards Sam.
“I don’t want Sammy so far away. Wanna be able to feel both of you. Missed you guys soso much.”
Both men practically melt at your words. Sam especially felt his heart ache at the desperate look you gave him. To think that even in your fucked-out state you still were thinking about him being close to you.
“Of course sweet girl. Want me to hold you while Danny makes you feel good?” You look up through your lashes into his soft brown eyes, giving him a sweet little nod.
Gently as he can considering how sensitive you are, Sam maneuvers you to sit back in between his legs. You nuzzle your nose into his smooth chest which earns you an affectionate peck on the head.
Danny, free of his shirt and pants so as to only be wearing his boxers, crawls over top of the two of you. You watch as he settles on his forearms taking in the both of you. The hard lines of his muscles that make your thighs ache contrast with the look of gentle admiration that Danny wears looking down at his two partners. One of his hands moves to cradle your cheek.
“I really have missed you so much sweetheart. I’m sorry that we haven’t spent any time with you these past couple of days.”
You give Danny a reassuring smile and crane your neck up to give him a sweet kiss.
“That’s okay. I did really miss you guys, but I’m already being reminded just how much you love me.” You watch as the teasing lilt in your tone pulls Danny out of his moment of tenderness and reminds him what he’s about to do.
Danny pulls you by the neck into a needy kiss that reminds you just how blinding the ache between your legs really is. His kiss is dominating. He pulls you whoever he wants to go knowing you’ll dutifully follow. Claiming your bottom lip like it’s his for the taking — and it certainly is.
He pulls back, sending you a devastating wink before sliding your panties down your legs. Danny crawls down between your thighs. He dives one finger between your folds, studying them with a fascination that makes it seem like this isn’t something he’s done countless times before.
“Fuck Sam,” He mutters still focused on that place between your legs, “Look how wet she is for us. Christ you must’ve worked her up good.”
Danny swipes two fingers through your folds again, emitting a wiggle and a groan from your needy body. He sits up for a moment, bringing the fingers up and above your head straight into Sam’s mouth. You can’t see him, but you can hear the sounds of him diligently sucking on Danny’s fingers before pulling off with an obscene pop, much to Danny’s delight.
“You taste so good, baby.” Sam’s low voice in your ear makes you whine out in desperation. “You all wet and needy for Danny to finally make you feel good?”
All you can respond with is a desperate moan as Sam wraps his arm tighter around your waist and Danny moves down to nip at the plush skin of your thigh.
“Fuck can’t wait to taste you” Danny mutters almost to himself before finally licking a stripe against your pussy. A shudder ripples through you at the contact on your sensitive body. Danny lets out a pornographic groan at the feeling of you on his tongue.
“Did you like that baby?” Sam calls down to Danny, his thumb absentmindedly tracing your stomach. Danny looks up at him flashing a devious smile.
“Like fuckin’ heaven.” Danny dives back in devouring you like a man starved. His tongue ran from your entrance to your clit, teasing it only lightly before moving back down again. Your thighs tighten, involuntarily grinding down as the gorgeous man below you darts his tongue inside. Satisfied pants melt into needy moans as the pleasure starts to cloud you again, your over sensitive cunt so aware of every move that Danny makes.
“Is Danny making you feel so good? Look at how focused he is showing you how much he loves you.” Sam mutters in your ear egging the both of you on. You open your mouth to respond, but are cut off with a cry as Danny sucks on your clit slipping two fingers inside. You feel Danny smile against you at your reaction.
The knot in your stomach begins to tighten as Danny picks up his pace.
“Fuck Danny, soo good, gonna cum soon.” You moan out the best you can. Sam hushes your overwhelmed moans gently rubbing your shoulder.
“‘You’re being such a good girl for us. Let it all go. Show Danny how good he’s making you feel.”
With a few final thrusts of his fingers you cry out, letting your orgasm take over while Danny laps it up. He slows his movements working you through it until you’re squirming from overstimulation.
Danny lies there for a moment, contented between your thighs. You let the aftershocks roll over you, basking how your senses feel entirely surrounded by Sam and Danny. You push yourself up to kiss Danny, grabbing him by the jaw and trying to convey just how good he makes you feel. When you pull away he sports a goofy smile of appreciation.
“You’re perfect.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “You need to take a break sweet girl?”
“Mhm. I can’t take anymore right now, but I wanna watch. Maybe lend a hand. You two take care of eachother.” You push him gently in Sam’s direction.
Danny leans down to kiss you one more time.
“Sounds good sweetheart.”
With that he turns his attention to Sam, who’s leaned back on his forearms staring lovingly at the two of you. Danny sits back and beckons Sam over with his hand.
“C’mere baby.” Danny reaches out an arm to grab onto Sam and pulls him in his lap. They mirror you and Sam’s position from earlier, with Sam straddling Danny’s lap arms around his neck. For a moment everything is still. Danny holds your boyfriends chin in his hand, keeping Sam’s head in place while studying his features intently. The look in his eye is so loving, completely engrossed in how pretty Sam really is.
“Look at you” Danny mutters to himself admiring Sam’s gorgeous face. Sam’s cheeks redden, adorably you would add, at his words.
“Hi Daniel.” Sam let’s out in a bashful chuckle.
“Hey Sammy.” He smiles wolfishly before taking Sam’s lips in his own. You watch Sam melt in Danny’s arms. There was something so undeniably attractive about the way Sam who is normally so confident and opinionated and impossible to control turns completely submissive and needy the moment Danny gets his hands on him — not that Sam isn’t ever a pillow princess for you too — but his feminine allure is never more prominent than when he’s in Danny’s lap.
Danny holds Sam by the hair, keeping his head in place while he tugs at Sam’s lip. You watch him slip into that familiar headspace, all hazy and compliant looking up starry eyed at Danny waiting to be told what to do. Danny uses his leverage to pull Sam’s head back so he can start to suck on his jaw and trying to convey just how good he makes you feel. When you pull away he sports a goofy smile of appreciation.
Danny holds Sam by the hair, keeping his head in place while he tugs at Sam’s lip. You watch him slip into that familiar headspace, all hazy and compliant looking up starry eyed at Danny waiting to be told what to do. Danny uses his leverage to pull Sam’s head back so he can start to suck on his jaw and down his neck. Without Danny’s mouth to muffle him, Sam starts to let out pathetic little pants, rutting his hips into Danny’s like a desperate puppy. This gets Danny’s attention, his hands shoot down to Sam’s hips to hold him still. Sam lets out an adorably disappointed whine.
Danny gives him a look of feigned pity, tucking a strand behind Sam’s ear,
“Aww your pretty boy cock’s been neglected this whole time hasn’t it?” You watch Sam’s face go red before he quickly buries it in Danny’s shoulder.
“So hard it hurts.” Sam mumbles into his boyfriends neck. You watch Danny’s pupils get even larger and his expression get more smug at Sam’s desperation. He looks at you with an evil glint in his eye, twirling Sam’s hair between his fingers.
“You’ve been so patient Sammy. Such a good boy for us. Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, fuck you so good baby. You deserve a reward. It must’ve been so hard doing everything for everyone else when you’re such a princess.”
Sam pulls back with an incredulous look.
“Hey Im not a- oooh jesus fuck.“
In a show of strength that has your thighs clenching, Danny grabs Sam and flips him over so he is sitting between Danny’s spread legs as if it is nothing. He moves his hand down to palm Sam’s bulge through his pants, making Sam cry out, his back arching into Danny’s touch.
You roll onto your side facing your boyfriends. Looking up at Danny, you run a hand up and down Sam’s side.
“It’s true he’s been so good for us. You know this was all his idea to make us feel better? He even made your favourite pasta to surprise you, didn’t you Sammy?”
Sam looks over at you with big doey eyes and biting his lip in an attempt to hold back his moans. He nods in response and you press an appreciative kiss on his lips.
“You really did all that to make us feel better?” Danny questions while kissing down his neck.
“‘Course love you guys so much.” Sam responds half in a moan. Danny holds his gaze for a moment. He takes his time looking down at Sam in appreciative fascination while Sam stares back up at him all doe eyes and pretty,
“Your fucking perfect. Our beautiful sweet boy.” Danny presses a kiss to his cheek while pulling Sam’s shirt off. He sends you a little smirk and flicks his eyes down towards Sam’s pants, a signal you recognize. Smiling back at him you make your way down to pull Sam’s boxers off.
The angle hovering over Sam gives you a delicious view of your boyfriends. Sam’s jaw hangs open and his eyes are shut in pleasure while Danny sucks at his neck like it is his last meal. At the feeling of Sam’s boxers coming off one of Danny’s hands travels down to start lazily stroking Sam’s cock. Sam’s jaw drops and his eyes glaze over the moment he is touched. Sweet little gasps and whines escape his mouth as he helplessly bucks his hips into Danny’s hand in search of more. Something about his desperation fires up that possessive urge inside of you, and his whines turn into a loud groan when you suddenly bite down on the sensitive spot on his neck. Danny, completely delighted by your display, gently strokes your hair while you kiss at Sam.
“You love getting all marked up don’t you pretty boy? You like when our girl makes you hers?” Danny’s controlled facade nearly slips at how turned on he is. “You’re not slick strutting around at work in tiny little shorts with your shirt undone so everyone can see how much of a slut you are. Makes you feel good doesn’t it?”
Sam nods his head dumbly in response. A lazy grin on his face while he takes all of the pleasure and attention you two are giving him.
You reach around to twist his nipples in your fingers. Sam cries out, back arching as his face contorts in pain, and what you know is also masochistic pleasure. Danny's eyes flick between the two of you, both enamoured with how sexy your domineering side is and how pathetically submissive Sam looks.
“Answer his question Sammy. Tell us how much you love being the center of attention.” His hips buck up into Danny’s touch as he increases his pace.
“Love it so much. Love eyes on me. Want- fuck -want everyone to imagine how I got ‘em.”
Danny let’s put a quiet growl and bucks his hips up at Sam’s confession. You can feel yourself dripping again as animalistic need takes over his expression.
“Christ Sammy you’re such a slut. Our slut. Need to be inside you right now.” Your thighs clench together as Danny pushes himself up and flips Sam onto his stomach before stepping back to take his boxers off.
Sam turns his head so he’s facing you. His eyes are hazy and blown out from lust and he wears a satisfied smirk. Your hand cradles the side of his face while pulling him in for a needy kiss. It’s sloppy and imprecise with Sam tongue exploring your open mouth.
All of a sudden Sam’s jaw go slack against you and he lets out a high pitched whine against your mouth. You tilt your head back to see Danny fully sheathed inside Sam from behind.
“Fuck Daddy so big ‘m so full.” Sam mumbles out in a daze. The nickname flares something up in Danny. He lets out a low groan from his chest and his fingers dig deeper into Sam’s hips. His eyes are absolutely transfixed on you and Sam. Your fingers rake through Sam’s hair soothing him through the stretch, but your eyes remained locked on Danny as he begins to fuck into Sam.
You watch their bodies melt together in a puddle of ecstasy. Sam moans and whines and writhes in Danny’s possessive hold. Danny is completely enamoured with the man underneath him. His eyes darken with an affectionate and primal need that leaves him muttering a string of praises into Sam’s ear. All of a sudden his gaze turns to you.
“Baby I know, christ you’re tight Sam, I know you said you were all done but- fuck -could you please warm Sammy’s cock while I fuck him. I’ll hold him up for you I just- uh need both of you underneath me.” Sam lets out a wanton moan at the suggestion, doing his best to meet your eyes as he takes Danny’s cock.
Both boys are watching you with matching open mouthed, fucked out expressions. You shoot Danny a smile before leaning back down to look at Sam, cradling his face.
“You want me to keep your cock company pretty boy?” His eyes are soft, eyebrows knitted together, looking up at you like a lost puppy
“Please please sweetheart, need it so bad ah.” Danny delivers a hard thrust into him before wrapping an arm around his waist to lift him up. With Sam pressed against Danny’s chest you slide underneath him while Danny takes his cock in his hand lining it up with you.
Sam’s parted, swollen lips let out a strangled moan that mixes with your sigh of relief when he is slowly pushed inside of you. Sam goes ragdoll limp in Danny’s arms, just letting himself get used by the both of you. You revel in the friction of Sam’s cock being nudged back and forth inside you by the force of Danny’s thrusts. You start to push your hips up into him chasing that feeling when he hits you just right. Sam is absolutely preening above you knowing he’s the center of attention. His prettiness becomes almost obscene as he’s fucked from both sides, lips parted and eyes wide and begging. You take him by the neck kissing him once again while Danny talks in his ear.
“You just love how its all about you now don’t you pretty boy?” Sam just lets out a pathetic whine against your lips in response. “You look so sexy letting us use you like this, such a good boy.”
He takes Sam’s hair in his fist pulling you two apart and holding him there so he is looking down at you. You take in the view of both of your boys looking down at you, Sam doe eyed and fucked out and Danny with a wicked open mouthed smirk.
“Look at our sweet girl down there Sammy taking you so good. Isn’t she so gorgeous?”
“So pretty. Soso hot baby.” Sam babbles the best he can.
“I bet she feels so good, so warm, squeezing you so good.” Danny breathes out, his tone betraying how close he is.
“Feels so good. Feel so good baby. I- I think I’m gonna cum Daddy.”
“Me too fuck.” You feel that familiar knot in your stomach starting to tighten.
“I’m right there with you my loves. Let go.”
In a chorus of whines and moans your orgasm washes over you while Sam spills his release inside you. A few more thrusts and Danny is quick behind, finishing into Sam with a groan.
The boys roll off of you so that they’re cuddled up on either side of you. The three of you lay there catching your breath, sweaty and tangled together. It’s Sam who is the one to break the silence.
“So… You guys feel better?” Danny lets out a chuckle. “Something like that.”
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he is so pookie so angel so handsome so pretty so talented
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Guys can’t believe I’ve yet to share this. This is the glorious Greta shrine my friend made me for Christmas. It’s unhinged and displayed in my room with crystals candles and sticks like it is an altar.
#gvf#greta van fleet#sam kiszka#danny wagner#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#danny gvf#sam gvf#jake gvf#josh gvf
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Coming Soon: Much Better
s.f.k x reader x d.r.w
Summary: It’s been a few days since you’ve been able to spend time with your boys and you’re feeling neglected. Come to find out Danny had a shit day and is stuck late at the studio. Luckily, Sam has a plan to make you both feel better.
This fic should be up by the end of the weekend at the very latest! Featuring the switchiest Sam Kiszka known to man and Daddy- I mean Danny Wagner. This is a big one for the sometimes you want two boyfriends and you want those boyfriends to be boyfriends community. Comment to be added to the taglist!
Here is a sneak peek, or well maybe two sneak peeks cause this fic is a behemoth :


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Remembering how Sam - mid show mind you - asked Daniel if he’d ever done molly over their mic system that was being recorded and Danny straight up ignored him
#and this is why I’m Sammy lane folks#like this man needs to be stopped#but also he’s so me fr#greta van fleet#sam kiszka#sammy gvf#danny wagner#danny gvf#gvf#sammy kiszka
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A new sparrow of the dawn update?! Might as well be Christmas.
Sparrow Of The Dawn : Chapter Eight
Sam Kiszka x Willa (Fem OC)
Warnings: 18+ Smut (warnings will be last) A lot of emotions (angry/anxious/frustrated) bickering, playful bullying, if you squint and turn your phone upside down— slight yearning, Sam actually being a big ol’ sweetheart, Mother Jake feature, and their stubbornness is strong with this one.
Smut Warnings include: jokes referencing sex, teasing/tension (invoked by the position they’re in), oral (f receiving)
Word Count: 12.1k 🫣
Summary: Tension is high after discovering the hotel mishap, so they both are doing their best to navigate the first night in this cramped space with each other.
Author's Note: heyyyy.. how y'all doinn..? 🫣 SO- it's been .. almost a year since we heard from Sam and Birdie and frankly, it felt like it was time to give you s o m e t h i n g. Which I decided as I chipped away at this chapter, that I would just let it be longer. 🥹💜
In regards to a posting schedule for them, I don't want to over-promise and under-deliver, so they will be tentatively updating, but I will give you updates on which Sundays to look forward too! (I really want you guys to have their story finally, so I will be doing my best to juggle this alongside Danny & Mel)
Born Under A Bad Sign - Cream "If it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all."
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I grab my hair at the roots and pace back and forth at the foot of the bed that Sam is now lying casually on. Hands laced behind his head, his body fully covered in his outside clothes, and his shoes still on his feet. Ew, who lays in bed with their boots on? Our luggage still sits forgotten by the door.
How can he be so relaxed about this?
“We have to talk to someone. We have to do something. Do you think we can go down to the front desk and ask them to switch? No. There has to be a mistake. The email specifically said double room. As in two beds. Dos. Deux. One, two.” I count on my fingers. I stop and face Sam.
“My email doesn’t say that.” He's looking up from his phone with an amused smile dancing across his lips.
“What do you mean your email doesn't say that?” Snarling at him as he holds his phone out for me to look at. I walk to his bedside and snatch his phone from his fingers. Continuing my pacing, my eyes scan down the email all the way to the signature from the head of the HR department.
Ding.
His phone goes off, and the text banner drops down. I don’t look up at him, but I can feel his eyes on me.
Daisy 🌼: Text message
Isn’t that fucking cute. A cute little emoji and everything. How nice? I probably don’t even have an emoji next to my name.
Ew.
I don’t care? I don’t. I. Do. Not. Care.
Annoyed, I swipe the banner up and out of my line of sight and focus back on the email. Nowhere does it say anything about a double room. I pull out my phone and open my email, typing in the subject to find the specific one I’m looking for. It takes a few minutes to sort through the mess of my inbox. When I see the email from the same HR rep, I select it and read on.
“You’ll be picked up by a car service at the airport and taken to the Hyatt hotel. Located at–”
Blah blah blah, get on with it.
“After you’ve checked in to the hotel and dropped off your belongings, you will need to check in with the San Francisco Chronicle located at–”
Okay, okay, here we go…
Oh, no.
My eyes dart back and forth between my phone and his. I clear my throat and lower the phones, which hang heavy like bricks on either side of me.
“Neither email says anything about the number of beds.” I toss his phone back to him; it lands in a soft thud on the plush comforter. He lets out a throaty laugh. Oh, he's getting a kick out of this. Four different versions of me slapping him across the face flash through my mind. God, does he know how to irk me.
“How is this funny to you? Do you want to share a bed with me, Sam? Does that sound like fun to you? I kick in my sleep, you know.” I don’t but he doesn't need to know that. Something flashes in his eyes and quickly disappears.
“On a grand scale, there are definitely worse things I can think of than sleeping next to someone who can’t stand me. But if you kick me, just know I’m gonna tie your legs to the bedpost.” He smirked as he got up from bed, and I scoffed. “Let’s just talk to the front desk and see about getting a different room before you have an aneurysm.”
I roll my eyes at him.
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We step back into the elevator, retreating in defeat after speaking with Dustin again at the front desk. One fucking bed. Apparently, because these rooms were pre-booked, they were company rooms; therefore, we couldn’t swap the room or size without charging the company more. In layman's terms, without permission from our bosses, we’re fucked, and the last thing we want to do is make a wrong first impression. Thank god it's a King Size, at least. I let out a deep sigh and pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Quinn.
Me: Do you want to hear about how I have the worst luck on the planet?
If Sam stared any harder as I typed, holes would be burned into the side of my head. I look over at him. His arms are crossed, and his face reads, "Judgey." Yeah, Judgey is how I would describe whatever that is. Lowering my hands, I meet his gaze. We stare at each other for a long moment before he breaks the silence.
“Come on. Is it really that bad?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, please. I am a joy to be around. I’m a joy to live with. Just ask Daniel” he gives me a cheeky grin as he tries to reason with me. The elevator dings, and we exit, heading down the hall to our room.
“You live alone, and I don’t know Daniel. I’d have an easier time believing Penny. But, Alas, she can’t speak. I’m sure if she could, she’d say she likes Daniel better, though. Or was all your bellyaching about leaving her with him because she ‘never wants to come back home’ just… talk?” using air quotes as I recall his complaint from the other day.
“Low blow, Birdie. Low blow.” The playful look in his eyes glistens as he puts the keycard up to the door and opens it. “Maybe now's a good time for you to take that nap you were talking about.” He tosses me a little cautionary side eye as I walk past him, and he closes the door behind him. It's as if he thinks I’m a ticking time bomb getting ready to detonate.
“I’m not a toddler who needs to go down for a nap.” The look he gives me says he disagrees. I did want to take a nap when we first got to the hotel, but now that he’s suggesting it– of course, I don't want to.
Why am I like this?
“I couldn’t fall asleep with you here during the daytime even if I wanted to.” Internally rolling my eyes because I am tired. I do want to take a nap, but I am stubborn and refuse to give in to him—his energy changes as he crosses his arms.
“My presence is so disturbing that you couldn’t fall asleep with me here? What are you going to do for this whole trip? Stay awake the whole time? Become a zombie? Might as well just hand me the job now. There’s no reason to even go through with this week.” His tone is more sassy than playful now, immediately sending me on the defense.
“Can you just fall asleep wherever, whenever, under any conditions?” I retort. “The sun is still out, and you would be awake and doing what? Sitting here watching me sleep?” The pending argument starts to rear its ugly head over the horizon.
“You’re so dramatic.” He huffs. “How about I just fuck off for a few hours and leave you be. Does that work for you, Princess Willa?” He shakes his head in disbelief. I recoil at the use of my full name. Seeing a whole new side of Sam, I didn’t actually think he was capable of. I start to wonder if I've done something truly wrong to offend him or cause him to be actually upset now, apart from the blatant bickering. His annoyance is obvious, but instead of making anything better, my stubbornness wins.
“That would be great, actually, thanks,” I spit back and grab my suitcase so I can change into more comfortable clothes.
“Fine.” He turns on his heel toward the door, shutting it with more force than normal. The sound causes me to jump. It’s not quite hard enough to be considered slamming, which I should probably feel better about, but I don’t. At least he’s a man who can somewhat control his anger. I sit down on the corner of the bed and let out a sigh. This is not how I wanted this trip to go.
My phone dings with a text message from Quinn. My savior, yes.
Quinn: I always want to hear (laugh) about your misfortunes.
Me: Sam’s gone lemme call you.
I wait impatiently as the phone rings, and rings. And rings. God what are they doing? They JUST texted me?
“Tell it to me straight, Big Willy Style. What seems to be the catastrophic, def con 5 issue today?” They tease.
“Jesus, where do I start?” A pained sigh escapes me.
“Usually from the beginning.” Their lively giggle comforted me from the other end of the line.
“Har Har. Basically, the flights were a shit show because.. You know how I get when I fly.”
They hum in agreement.
“I thought Sam was making fun of me for it, but he wasn’t. Then he held my hand? Which was actually really nice, but then I fell asleep on him. Annnd then I drooled on him. I DROOLED, Quinny, fully on his shoulder. As we were getting off the plane, I saw a sliver of his stomach and almost died because despite the fact that I am annoyed with him like ninety-nine percent of the time, he is.. actually, really hot?” I take a deep breath in, ready to spill the rest of today’s events so they’re caught up.
“I KNEW IT,” they interject excitedly.
“Knew what?”
“That you have a big fat crush on him.”
My cackle is so loud it surprises me. “Please? A crush? No. ‘Crush�� is not at all the word I would use to describe my feelings about him. Annoyed, cranky, slightly bordering on going insane is more like it. Just because I have eyes does not mean I have a crush. He pisses me off every chance he gets. It's like a game to him.”
“I can totally see how holding your hand presumably to calm down your neurotic– I mean wonderful little behind down, and allowing you to drool on him in return would absolutely tick you off.”
“I’m not done yet, Quailman.” I pick at a loose thread on the comforter.
“Please continue. I’m just dying to hear how this ends.”
“Okay, then my suitcase got lost, and he yelled at baggage claim security people and called me his girlfriend? Because, for whatever reason, he thought that would make people listen to him. Then we finally get back to the hotel, and I think, ‘Okay, great, I might be able to relax and take a nap or something.’ But no. Whatever holy entity that rules above us has decided to make my life a JOKE, and there is, in fact, only.. One. Bed. in this hotel room.”
“There’s a lot to unpack here.”
“The irony is not lost on me.” A sarcastic laugh leaves my mouth. “However, there is still more.”
“Oh, god.”
“We tried to switch the room, but it's a company room, so we can’t. Which means I am fully stuck sharing a bed with this man that I cannot stand.”
“A bed. A bathroom. A common space. A TV! How will you possibly survive if he hates sleeping with the TV on?” They let out dramatically. Oh god, I hadn’t thought of that.
I cannot fall asleep in complete silence. The TV is always on at night in my bedroom. Even with the sound on low, it helps me ignore any odd noises and creeks that might usually cause me to think there’s an intruder in my house. Call me paranoid, but you never know it could happen.
“Ugh,” Falling back on the bed with a thump. “What am I supposed to do, Quinn.”
“Uh oh, not the government name. This is serious.”
“So serious, and I’m pretty sure I pissed him off. He seemed pretty upset over something when he left, and I think it's my fault. He told me, and I quote, ‘How about I just fuck off for a few hours and leave you be.’” I conveniently leave out the second half, knowing that Quinn would escalate that into calling me ‘your highness’ in a millisecond.
Laying down on my side and curling up in a ball, I settle the phone between my ear and the comforter, wishing nothing more than to be home in my comfy old sweats and my own bed.
“In all seriousness, Wills. I’m going to tell you this because I love you, and I know you. Maybe reel it in juuust a tiny bit and deal with some of these catastrophes a bit more internally. I’m sure it doesn’t feel good to hear someone you need to share a space with for a week saying how much they don’t want to be there.”
I’m silent for a moment, and then I groan. “I hate it when you’re right, you know.”
“Sucks for you because I am always right,” they say, matter-of-factly; I can picture their bright, beaming smile as it comes out.
“Oh fuck off,” I huff out a laugh.
“Just try to forget how absolutely irritating–” they drop their voice an octave and whisper under their breath, “-wonderful, and kind he’s been, and remember that there are probably abs under there. Ooooh, maybe you’ll get to see him shirtless. Pantless even? Maybe he’ll wear gray sweatpants. Does he have a nice butt?” Their voice getting more eager as they ramble on.
“Annnnd– that’s enough of that. I’m going to take a nap now. Bye,” Their attempt to make me uncomfortable working.
“Bye, Wallaby. Hope you remembered to pack protection.”
I swiftly click the ‘end call’ button.
Jesus.
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Sam POV
The time on my phone reads 8:12 PM in bold letters, and I sigh loudly. It’s been a few hours since I stormed out of the hotel. It was not one of my finer moments, and I regretted it as soon as the door clicked behind me. But I was too stubborn to turn around and apologize. The words I said echoed through my mind on repeat as the guilt sank in.
Ever since she crash-landed into my life, I find myself occasionally wracking my brain trying to figure out what I’ve done to cause Birdie, Willa, to hate me so much. Hoping enough time has passed for her to be calm and rested; I start the car and type in the hotel’s address.
Eventually, I stopped feeling sorry for myself and ordered an Uber to pick up the rental car. Then, I headed over to The Chronicle to check-in. I read the email’s instructions thoroughly to make sure I didn’t miss details, not wanting either of us to be surprised again like we were by the singular bed.
When I arrived, I met with the man spearheading this project, he introduced himself as ‘Charles, but you can call me Charlie.’ Everything about him was average. He dressed like every other man his age in this field of work: the same standard haircut with faded sides, the same boring patent black dress shoes, the same powder blue button-up with the same old maroon and navy striped tie. What he lacked in style, he made up for with personality. Shaking my hand and immediately cracking a joke with me. He seems like one of those bosses who always says, ‘Hey, I don’t like it either. If I had it my way, we wouldn’t be doing this at all, but this is what the big guys want.’ to try and seem like he’s one of the regular employees. The guy who invites you out for drinks on a Friday night to unwind after spending too many hours locked in the office.
“Where’s the other half?” He asked, and I made up some excuse about how Willa had gotten sick once we landed and was resting, but she’d be good as new tomorrow ‘probably just something she ate.’ I figured it would be a better explanation than ‘Yeah, actually, we fought before I left, and now we’re not speaking, can't wait to work together!’ What he doesn’t know won't hurt him. He then went on to explain how things were going to go for the week and had me sign up for different events for us to capture and then finally edit once we got home. I reassured him that we make a good team and she’d be perfectly fine with me choosing events without her present. After how I left her earlier, I’m praying to everything good and holy in this world that she takes this news well.
After I left the chronicle I drove to the closest grocery store to pick up some things for the hotel room. Better to be over prepared than under-prepared– just in case. At least I’m living up to Birdie’s nickname. However, if she remains this neurotic I might need to be drunk the whole time. Or maybe she does. Either way alcohol will be had whether it is a good idea or not.
As I pull into the hotel parking lot, I say a silent prayer to myself. Choosing not to valet park even if it is easier. I’m fully capable of parking and don’t want to pay someone to park my car. I don’t care that it's just a rental. I slid into a parking spot and put it in park. Taking a second before exiting to gather my thoughts and prepare for whatever mood she might be in.
Maybe she’ll be asleep. I’m not even sure if that's the better option. What if I wake her up? What if I wake her up and she's crankier than she was before? Maybe I should call Daniel for advice? Right, One Date Daniel would give me terrible advice. Not that this is about a woman I'm interested in, because it's not. I could try a brother? Which one would be most likely to give me good advice?
I scroll through my contacts, select the Tweedle Dee contact, and Facetime him. The contact names for the twins will never not make me laugh, and he is on my good side this week.
Jake’s worried face comes into view, and sounds a bit panicked, ��Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” My eyes darted off to the side.
He lets out a small sigh, “Hold on, let me go outside.” Seeing him make his way through the bar to the back area, where he sometimes sneaks away for private time. I never ask what he does out there. “Okay, so what is she doing?” He lets the door close behind him with just enough space so it doesn’t lock.
“She was cranky earlier, so I left. Now I'm outside the hotel in the parking lot, a bit worried about going back inside.”
His brow knits in confusion, “She’s not going to bite you?”
“I don't know, if you saw her earlier, you might not be so sure about that.” My eyebrows nearly reached my hairline.
“You’re gonna have to give me some context here.”
“She’s upset that there's one bed, and now we have to share. So I left for a bit. You know, give a woman space or whatever.” I trail off.
“Jesus Christ.” He lets out an even heavier sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.
Starting up my defense, “Isn’t that what you do when a woman is angry? You give her space? Let her calm down, and don't piss her off further? What if she’s still cranky when I get back in there? It's been a few hours. Surely she should be fine by now, right?” I pause. My stomach starts to tighten as panic bubbles just under the surface, ready to spill over at any second. “RIGHT?!”
“So the only reason she's upset is because there's only one bed?”
“Well, we tried to get a double room and couldn't and then maybe there's a possibility that we.. argued .. a little after.”
“And…?” He prods further.
“And… I may or may not have shut the door .. angrily. And .. stormed out.” My thumb makes a motion over my shoulder, knowing he’s about to give me shit.
“So you left the situation visibly pissed off?”
“Yes.” I can feel him preparing the brotherly lecture.
Jake has always been this way, the caring older brother. Josh looks out for me, too, but he does it in a way that is just so very.. Josh.
Since we were little, Jake has always been more like a junior parent. Checking to see if I had finished my homework or needed help with it. Lending an ear when I needed to vent. I can’t count how many times I heard ‘Sam, don’t be a dumbass’ followed by actual good advice. My goal has always been to make my parents proud, but ‘I hope Jake is too’ is always the silent thought that follows.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna bode well for you, buddy.”
“I called you for advice, Jake.” I deadpan
“Have you tried reasoning with her?” He looks at me expectantly.
“I mean, no. I could when I get up there if I can even make it past the threshold without being accosted.”
“First of all, grow up. She’s barely five feet tall; what are you afraid of?”
“You haven’t seen her mad, Jake.. she gets a little scary.”
“I don’t know– I saw her hand your ass to you at the bar,” He raises his eyebrows at me.
“Okay, now imagine that.. but worse.”
“She’s not the Hulk, Sammy. You’re just going to have to figure something out to survive the next few days.”
“Amazing advice, actually. Can’t believe I didn’t think of that before.” I roll my eyes. So much for the brotherly lecture.
“Communicate with her. Stop bickering with her because I know you are. Just.. find the compromise.” There it is.
“Find the compromise. Okay. I’ll just.. Find the compromise. I can do that, right?” He makes this sound so easy. ‘Just find the compromise’. No big deal.
“Yeah. For sure. You got this, buddy,” He encourages me quietly, pausing for a second. “Oh– and just a word of advice.. make sure you wrap it up.” He has the cheesiest grin on his face as he laughs to himself. He thinks he’s sooo funny.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” and I hang up on him, annoyed.
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The grocery bags are heavily weighing down my arms as I try to balance the boxes of alcohol in my hands. But I am not coming down for another trip if I can help it. I hip-check the door closed behind me. I balance the strategically placed tower of drinks on one hand, leaning it against my body, and lock the driver-side door behind me. Trying my best to be careful the whole way back to the room as I make my way through the obstacles of navigated doors and buttons until I reach room 422.
“Here we go.” The words barely whisper from my lips as I tap the keycard. Pulling the door handle down as slowly and quietly as I can and tiptoeing just in case there’s a chance that she's still sleeping. I ease the door back into the closed position with a soft click. Barely registering anything but Birdie’s bare skin, I let out a scream and run the nearest room.
“AHHHHH.” I rush into the bathroom and kick the door closed with my foot, leaning against it to catch my breath, dropping the back of my head to the door. The aggressive thuds of her knocking rattle against my head, causing my thoughts to get jumbled. What is she doing? I set all three cases of drinks on the counter and placed the grocery bags on the floor.
“Sam, what the hell. You scared the shit out of me!” her voice muffled by the heavy wood of the door.
I catch my reflection in the mirror, my eyes wide in shock, my chest rising and falling rapidly. That’s going to be an image I can’t get out of my head for a while. Clad in only a towel wrapped around her thin frame, working lotion up and down the leg she had propped up on the bed—the bed I now have to sleep in and not think about her lotioning herself up half-naked. I can feel the blood start to drain from my face and gather.. elsewhere.
“Why are you naked?” I yell back, making sure to raise my voice enough that she can hear me clearly.
“Naked?! I’m in a towel, for fucks sake!”
I place my palms on the cool surface of the sink counter, focusing on the chilled granite. Trying to calm my mind and redirect my thoughts so I don’t accidentally walk out there with a raging hard-on. She was only lotioning her legs; why am I turned on? Has it really been that long since I’ve gotten laid? Jesus Christ.
“I know, but why are you out there?”
“I was just putting lotion on my legs, Sam. The air is still dry on the West Coast, you know. Can you unlock the door and be an adult for 5 seconds?” I can picture the look of distaste she undoubtedly has on her face. Her skin looked so soft…. Stop it, Sam.
“Fine, just get dressed, and then I’ll come out.” Pushing my weight off the counter, I face the door, waiting for her to give me the okay.
“I can’t. My clothes are in there.” Her voice is quieter than before.
Fuck me.
My eyes catch the sight of her ‘clothes’ sitting folded on the toilet. I pick up her matching bra and panty set. It’s a deep teal blue color and fucking lace. See-through lace arranged in a little flower pattern. What have I done to deserve this level of torture? Jesus Christ, Birdie, what are you doing to me? This is absolutely not helping the flow of blood to places that do not need it right now.
“This is what you call clothes? I suppose this is what you’re gonna wear to dinner tonight?”
“Sam! Can you just give me my underwear so I can get dressed, please?” I imagine she's stood on the other side of the door, huffing and puffing with her arms crossed. Half naked. In a towel. Not currently wearing underwear. Oh god.
Opening the door only enough to stick my hand out, I dangle her undergarments on the other side. She bites out a very sassy ‘thank you’ as she snatches the fabric from my fingers.
She starts to rustle around before she pipes up with, “Did you say dinner?” She’s on the far end of the room now, her voice barely audible.
Finally, a normal conversation so I don’t have to think about Birdie and her sexy panties. Why is she even wearing sexy panties? On a work trip? With a person she supposedly hates? Or is that just the type of underwear she wears all the time? Questions for later, Sam. No, not later. Questions for never. You don’t need those answers.
“Uhm,” taking a moment to clear my throat. “Yeah, I thought you’d probably be hungry by now, and you might want to try and find a place to eat.”
“Dress code?”
“Nothing fancy.”
More rustling of what I can only assume is her going through her suitcase to find something to wear before I hear a small “okay.”
I gather up all the groceries and open the door, slowly entering the bedroom. I resist the urge to drop my jaw in response. My eyes carve a path down her body. Her layered gold necklaces hit just above her cleavage, not too much shown but just enough to make any man feel a little insane at the idea of what’s underneath. And by any man, I mean me. A simple black long-sleeve shirt is tucked into a pair of belted medium-wash, slightly wider-legged jeans. If she wasn’t such a pain in my ass, I’d tell her how stunning she looks right now.
“What did you buy?” her voice breaks me from my thoughts.
“Huh?”
She points to my overstuffed arms and then grabs a clip to secure her hair half-up. Adjusting a few pieces of hair by her ears to match her bangs. My face feels hot.
“Oh,” I let out a nervous laugh, “I just bought some drinks and snacks for the hotel or maybe for you to fit in your purse or something tomorrow. I checked in at the Chronicle and I don’t know how often we’ll be able to eat with the schedule they have set up. Thought it would be easiest.” I shrug awkwardly.
“We had to check in? Why didn’t you come and get me?” The concern was deeply written all over her face. Did I make a mistake not waking her up?
“I thought you could use the sleep.. or space. I told them you got a little sick on the plane and that you’d be perfectly fine tomorrow no one batted an eye about it. Charlie, the director, even told me to tell you he hopes you feel better.” Quickly rushing the words out. Her face softens, so I continue. “We had to sign up for some events to capture, so I hope you don’t mind that I chose for both of us. I tried to pick things we both might enjoy.”
Her stomach grumbles loudly, interrupting our conversation. “That’s fine, I guess.” Birdie never fails to be a skeptic. “What did you get at the store?”
“Uhh,” walking over to the desk and setting everything down. Suddenly realizing how leaden everything has become as my muscles tense up. “Water and 2 kinds of alcohol– I didn’t know what you liked, but I thought beer and seltzer was a safe bet. I also got some cliff bars for snacks, goldfish because you seemed to like those at the airport, Uncrustables with strawberry jelly because it's definitely better than the grape, and a few other random things.”
I take a step back and allow her to poke through some of the remaining items. She picks out a peanut butter Cliff bar, opens it, and takes a bite. Her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she lets out a small moan. Don’t even think about it.
“God, this is good.” She pauses mid-chew and looks at me again with soft eyes. “Thank you. This was all really thoughtful of you.”
Shrugging my shoulder and waving her off, I say, “Don’t act so shocked. I’m a delight.” It also might have been my attempt to try and apologize for storming out earlier, but we may not be on the level of verbal apologies quite yet.
She rolls her eyes.
“So dinner?” I ask again.
“Definitely dinner.” She takes the last bite, throws her wrapper in the trash, and grabs a pair of shiny black ankle boots. Suddenly I’m reminded that I’m wearing the same henley from the airport.
“Actually, let me change my shirt before we leave.” Leaving out the part where it’s because she makes me feel underdressed because she looks so fucking good for no reason. Rummaging through my duffel bag I find a navy blue button-up shirt. Yeah this should do, dressy enough to match her vibe. Not that I’m trying to match her or anything. Grabbing the back of the neckline, I pull my henley off and hear a small ‘oh’ escape Birdie’s lips.
“A little warning next time.” Facing the wall now.
“Who knew a shirtless man would get you this hot and bothered? Don’t worry, I won't tell anyone.” Teasing her lightly, and walking up to her as I slide on my shirt. I stop just short of touching her. “You should know I sleep topless too,” I whisper in her ear, buttoning the bottom few buttons.
“Jesus.” she sighs loudly, and I laugh in response. “I’m gonna call the Uber.”
“No need; I actually picked up the rental car, too, so we can just drive.” Pulling the keys from my pocket and giving them a wiggle, she turns back around to face me. Not missing the way her eyes rove over the part of my chest that's exposed by the few buttons I’ve left open.
“Oh good.” She pauses and gives me a once-over. “A button-up and sweatpants, now that's a look.”
“Very funny. I thought maybe I’d change my pants in the bathroom so you don’t need a cold shower before we leave. Unless, of course, you want to see me in my boxers.” Wiggling my eyebrow at her.
She turns to face the wall again. “Just hurry up; I’m starting to get hangry.”
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We make our way down the interstate to a restaurant she chose. A little seafood place down by the water, ‘it even has options you can eat,’ she said. Another decision was made in a silent attempt at an apology. No reason for her to be upset at me still if we’re eating somewhere she picked.
The sun has fully set, and the lights of the night are starting to come alive. The skyline by the ocean is gorgeous, propped against the night sky. Never having been to the West Coast before I’m very curious how the seaside life differs here from back home. The skylines are different, the views are different, and even the smell of the ocean air is different. I know I've only just gotten here, and I’m only here for a week, but my heart pangs with a bit of homesickness.
“So glad you could come back to the land of the living I’ve been starving for like an hour.” Teasing her has become one of my favorite pastimes.
She shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat.
“Why didn’t you just get food earlier? Why wait for me?” She sounds a little defensive.
“Right,” I chuckle, “and endure the wrath of you when you wake up rested but hungry? No thanks. I might be dumb, but I am not stupid.”
“That’s debatable.” The cheeky undertone laced thickly through her words. “But I appreciate it. I would have most definitely been cranky had you eaten and left me to fend for myself.”
“See. Like I said, I’m a delight.” I return the undertone.
“Again, debatable.” She repeats, laughing.
Birdie leads us as we walk up to the front of the restaurant, following along the paved pathway. Trailing not far behind her, I take in the view of the front terrace. Romantic string lights hang above the tables filled with people laughing. I focus on where she’s walking instead of eavesdropping on conversations as I pass by. The hostess leads us inside to a small table next to a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows facing right at the Oakland Bay Bridge.
I will never get tired of an ocean view. Something about the water just puts me at ease: the way the waves ebb and flow, crashing at the shoreline and sailboats slowly passing. The water will always feel like home.
I pull out Birdie’s chair because I am, in fact, a gentleman, and then take my seat across from her.
“This view is incredible.” She leans in and whispers to me across the table. I nod in response. She looks like a little kid in a candy store. The glint of childlike wonder still left in her eyes. I admire the way she seems to find these little pockets of joy when we take these trips. She takes out her phone and snaps a few pictures, scrolling through the options, occasionally showing me one, and asking my opinion on a lighting change or a filter she’s chosen. I wonder who she’s going to send these to?
I pull out my own phone and check my messages. One sits unread from Daisy. When did she text me?
Daisy 🌼 : Hope the flight went okay. Text me when you’re free.
Great, while I’ve been thinking about Birdie in her lacy underwear, Daisy has been waiting for me to text her back. All. Day. Nice going, Sam. This is probably why I’m still single.
Trying my best to come up with a response that doesn’t sound like a forced excuse, and I ultimately settle on;
Me: Sorry, it’s been a crazy busy day trying to get everything in order. We’re having dinner right now. I'll text you when I get back to the hotel.
Once the waitress comes back and takes our orders, the interrogation starts.
“So Samuel.” She eyes me skeptically.
I cock my eyebrow up at her.
“What’s the itinerary? I need to know if I should be mad at you or not.” She continues, smirking at me. My mouth hangs open in playful shock.
“I think I did fairly well, thank you.” Sitting up straight and tugging on the bottom of my shirt. Her gaze follows down my chest and snaps back up to my eyes. A light blush warms her cheeks, but she plays it off despite me noticing.
“Oh, you do, do you? Lay it on me then.” She waves her arms at me. I pull out the pamphlets from my inside jacket pocket.
“I actually got all the pamphlets for you to look through because I just know you have a million questions.”
“It's not wrong to want to be well-informed, Sam.” She pans through the papers.
“Well, don’t you worry your pretty little head; all the information is right there.” I tap on the pamphlet she’s holding. “Tomorrow, we’re going to a brewery.”
“A brewery?” She meets my eyes; her cheeks darken even more.
“Yeah, we get to do the behind-the-scenes stuff to see how it's all made.”
“And you thought that was something I’d enjoy?” She asks.
“No, this one was for me. For you, on Wednesday, we’re going to an event at a local bookstore. I think the author will even be there.” Taking a sip of my beer.
“Why’d you choose a bookstore for me?”
“You were glued to your Kindle the whole time we were flying despite not actually opening it. I assumed you brought it because you do actually like to read when you’re not acting psychotic about being in the air.”
“I was not psychotic!” she exclaims, defending herself.
All I do is give her a pointed stare.
She scoffs, “Carry on.”
“Friday is a big day. There’s a festival in the morning, and in the afternoon, we have a studio session with a photographer. I think they set that up for us as a thank you.”
Her eyes light up. “A studio session?”
“Yeah, we’ll get to talk to a photographer and watch them shoot and stuff. No idea who it is, Charlie didn’t say.” The look on her face tells me this has piqued her interest.
“There’s also the Photography Gala Awards on Friday evening. I think that's what the fancy attire is for. All of the candidates are going to be there for it.”
I’ve only just gotten my first glimpse of Birdie in attire that isn’t work or hiking-related. The thought of her in a gown makes me swallow down the lump in my throat harshly.
All night, I’ve been watching her short, loose curls shake and sway with her animated expressions. When she starts talking about something she enjoys, she zones in. When she gets going long enough, she’ll stop mid-sentence and try to change the subject with an ‘anyway…’ I just redirect her, relishing in the tangents a few times tonight.
I’m used to the crease in her brow or her eyes big with worry. Now, there are crinkles near her eyes. She’s covering her mouth as she’s laughing like she’s trying to shove the sound back inside before someone notices. As if she dared to enjoy an evening, but it only lasted for so long before she was tossing her head back and barking out with laughter.
I think I could get used to that sound. It's a sugary-sweet sound I could get addicted to, though I hardly hear or see this version of her. A smile spreads on my lips.
I pause for a moment, noticing how easy it's been to get along since we got here.
What’s different?
A little banter but no attitudes, no shortness, and no sassy comments. Just pleasant and easy banter. Maybe after consuming a few drinks and getting some food in our bellies, we both feel a bit lighter. Buzzing. Her laugh starts to echo through my brain the longer we sit here like a broken record on a loop. She blinks away the tears that form in her eyes when she giggles for too long.
It’s nice to see her like this. Especially after seeing how tightly wound she got about flying. I think we both needed a nice outing more than we realized.
When there’s a slight dip in conversation I catch her staring off to the view of the Oakland Bay Bridge. It bears the same shape as the iconic Golden Gate Bridge, but it’s the silver gray of metal instead of red, stretching right along the wall of windows we’re sat next to. The delicate ambient lights twinkle in her eyes; it’s like I can feel her longing to be on the other side of the glass. Like she’s being trapped in this restaurant. Not trapped with me, but trapped within the confines of the walls encasing us. I’m surprised she didn’t choose to sit on the terrace. I think about asking her why, but don’t want to interrupt whatever moment she’s having.
Maybe we will have time to go for a walk or something after..
Our food lay finished in front of us, and our drinks nearing empty, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Parting with some joke about how I didn’t get the chance before we left because I was too busy hiding from her. While I wasn’t entirely lying about needing to use the bathroom, I did take a pit stop by the hostess stand on the way back to track down our waitress.
“There you are; I was worried you fell in.” She jests as I take my seat again. She’s holding in another giggle.
“I got lost.” blatantly lying to her. Little white lies can’t hurt.
“Are you sure you should be driving home if you get lost finding the bathroom?”
“You know, you’re right. I didn’t think to use my GPS to find the restroom.” Matching her giggle.
Before she can respond with a snarky comment, I spot our waitress rounding the corner. Her hands are full of a dessert plate with a sparkler in the center, and two more coworkers follow closely behind. When they come within earshot, they start rhythmic clapping: “A little birdie told us it was your birthday.” She leans in close to her. “You see what I did there?”
Her eyes are wide in confusion as the waiters start singing a little happy birthday chant. Her mouth is hung slightly open, and I’m trying my best not to let loose the laugh that is begging to escape me. I cover my mouth, trying to keep it all in, and tears start to form in my eyes.
The waitress sets the dessert in front of Birdie. ‘Happy Birthday Birdie!’ Is written on the large plate in chocolate syrup next to a piece of vanilla cake with white frosting and raspberries on top. A small scoop of what looks to be cookies and cream ice cream rests next to it.
She can hate me all she wants, but a free dessert looks so worth it. Reaching for one of the two forks they brought for us, I try to grab a bite of cake.
“Aht Ah.” She stops my arm before I reach my destination. “Sammy, what did you do?” raising an eyebrow at me
My heart squeezes at the nickname she rarely uses.
“I wanted a free dessert, Sue me.”
Her sugary, sweet laugh dances through my ears again. I’m not nearly close enough to drunk to have her keep affecting me this way. She can’t even stand to be around me half the time.
“Well, since it’s my birthday. I should get the first bite, shouldn’t I?”
“You wouldn’t even have this cake if not for my little white lie.”
“Proud of lying, are you? Besides, you're going to do that man thing where you say, ‘Oh, let me have a bite,’ and then half my cake is gone in one fell swoop.”
My mouth hangs open for a second, before dramatically saying, “Your cake?! I only told them it was your birthday because I couldn’t very well say ‘Hi, it's my birthday. Give me a free dessert,’ now could I?”
“I guess I can share.” She grabs a fork and takes what I can only assume is a Birdie-approved bite and a few raspberries and aims it at my mouth. “I don’t much like raspberries anyway.” Is she trying to feed me right now?
“You don’t like raspberries?” I question.
“Nope.” She pops the p slightly. She wiggles the fork at me again, signaling me to open. Apparently, that’s a yes, so I hesitantly open my mouth.
To anyone sitting by, I’m sure we look like a loving couple sharing a dessert for my sweetheart’s birthday in a beautiful city. But the reality is that my coworker, who hates me, is feeding me, and I have no idea what course of events has led me to this moment.
She slowly removes the utensil from my lips, and I make eye contact with her the whole time. She turns the brightest shade of red I think I’ve ever seen her get.
She clears her throat and knits her brow, looking back down at the plate. “How is it?”
It’s a moment before I answer, trying to get a read on her expression or a sense of where she’s at right now. A different side of Birdie is the theme of this evening.
“Delicious, actually.” Not looking away from her face. “You should try it.”
“Oh..” she trails off with an exhale. She watches my movements as I pick up the other fork, and grab a little bit of cake comparable to the size she chose for me. Avoiding the raspberries completely, I top it off with a little bit of ice cream.
“You don’t..” She starts, but I interrupt.
“Come on, It’s only fair.” Now, it’s my turn to waggle the fork at her. “I’ll feed you like a little bird.” I inch the bite of delicious cake toward her, and she leans in, wrapping her lips around the food and slowly pulling off. I try not to get caught up in how plush her lips look as she pulls on the fork. Try not to imagine the way those lips would look wrapped around my co–
“I was worried for a second you might actually babybird me. I think that would get us kicked out or put on some list.” She laughs. “You were right; the cake is delicious.”
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Birdie POV
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks as I look at my reflection in the mirror while I’m brushing my teeth. I thought I was going to be rooming alone, and my pajamas definitely reflect that. Though they’re not super risque, the emerald green silky matching shorts and tank top are a bit more alluring than I would like to appear in front of Sam right now.
Curse Quinn for making me feel insecure about these pjs. I look good, but I suddenly feel a little inappropriate. I’ll repay the favor at some point.
I spit into the sink and rinse off my toothbrush, placing the protective travel cap back on. Taking a deep breath, I open the door and enter the common space again. Sam has turned the AC on high, it's like a damn ice box in here. Of course, he did. I try to act as cool and calm as I can as I walk in front of the TV, and his eyes land on me. Sam’s already in bed covered up to his waist with the blanket and thankfully wearing a shirt. He has his hair tied up in a bun, with a few strands hanging out by his face.
That really shouldn’t be attractive, but it is. Truthfully, the fact that this man is so hot makes me angry because it just shouldn’t be allowed.
His eyes follow me as I reach my side of the bed and crawl in; I yank the covers up to my shoulders to cover my suddenly hard nipples.
I pray to God he didn’t notice them. I don’t have high hopes for that, though.
The silence is deafening, and I start to get uneasy. Both of us are just staring at the television that hasn’t been turned on.
Before I can stop myself I say, “I thought you slept topless or whatever.” to break the silence—immediately regretting having the ability to speak. His head slowly turns toward me, and I refuse to face him.
“I put a shirt on, so I don’t make you uncomfortable, but I can be naked if that's what you want?”
I search for any hint of teasing in his words, but I come up short. Instantly, I’m on the defensive.
“Sleep however you want, Sam. I don’t care.” Because truthfully, I don’t. I don’t care if he wants to wear a shirt to bed. Or if he wants to be shirtless. Hell, he can sleep stark naked for all I care.
Actually.. Maybe not that. But shirtless is totally fine because I definitely do. Not. Care.
“Okay..” he says, a little weary, but he doesn’t move.
The silence returns and my brain feels like it's going a bit stir crazy. I lean over to check for the remote, and come up empty. Leaning forward I check his nightstand as he watches me like he's trying to figure out if I’m about to bolt out of bed, but it's not there either. My eyes land on the little black box sitting on the dresser underneath the tv hung on the wall.
Right. Well, I can’t possibly get up again without feeling exposed.
Sam just stares at me as I stare at the remote. Maybe I’ll suddenly develop telekinesis and be able to move the remote over to me with just my mind. Then I wouldn’t have to move.
He’s still just staring at me.
He lets out a sigh, “For God’s sake.”
He gets up, grabs the remote, and crawls back into bed. Placing the comforter back in its spot where it lay across his hips. I don’t allow myself to spend even a second on his hips.
“Here,” He holds out the remote for me.
“Thanks.” I take it from him and turn on the tv. Scrolling through the TV guide channel to find something interesting to watch before settling on Unsolved Mysteries. I set down the remote in between us. Suddenly aware of just how little space separates us despite this being a king sized bed.
God, he’s so close to me; it’s almost like I can feel his body heat radiating off of him. I’m sure I’m imagining that, though, because that’s just not possible.
“You know what I think?” I say, breaking the silence once more.
His eyes are back on me when he replies, “What’s that?”
“I think we need a barrier between us,” I say simply, but not elaborating further.
“A.. barrier?”
“Yes, we can put a couple of pillows between us.”
“I’m a simple guy. I require two pillows, and I have two pillows. I’m not lending you any for whatever weird idea you’ve concocted to cope right now.” and he turns his attention back to the TV.
“I’m gonna call the front desk to see if room service will send up some extras then.”
The phone rings and rings as I sit anxiously on my side of the bed, because of course the phone would be on my side of the bed. When we arrived earlier Sam had kicked his feet up and relaxed closest to the door, leaving the window side open for me.
“Hello,” a younger-sounding woman answers the phone.
“Hi, This is Willa Clarke in room 422– I was wondering if I could have some extra pillows sent up?”
“We allow one extra pillow per guest in the room.”
“One extra pillow per guest?” I repeat quietly.
“I don’t need an extra one!” Sam yells from the other side of me.
“There’s two of us in the room. Can we have two sent up, please?” I tell her, ignoring Sam's protest. I swear he’s doing all of this on purpose. We have one nice evening out, and I think maybe we might be able to get along for the remainder of this trip and have some sort of a friendship, and he ruins it by being a pain in the ass. It's like he just can't help himself.
“I do not need an extra one!” he repeats.
“Sure thing, I put your request right in.”
“Thank you.” I hang up and slowly crawl back in bed, making sure I cover myself up to my shoulders. Quinn’s comments are still ringing through my ears.
“You just thrive on being a pain in my ass, don’t you, Sam?”
“I would never.” He’s relaxed in bed, the blankets still only covering his waist. His relaxed posture sets me on edge at this moment. Clad in only his boxers and a ‘Downeast’ raglan shirt with royal blue sleeves, the blanket resting comfortably at his hips. His shirt was probably given to him by his brother from the bar he owns. I thank my lucky stars once again that he’s not half-naked.
A few minutes later, there's a knock on the door, followed by “Room Service!” from the other side.
I didn’t entirely think this through. In my definitely not sexy pajamas, now I have to cross in front of the TV, effectively putting me in his line of vision, to open the door. Because who do you suppose is going to get up to open the door? Naturally, Sam doesn’t budge, so I slip out of bed to answer it.
Cracking the door and standing to the side, hiding behind it I answer with a small “Hi” so the man standing on the other side can’t see anything besides my head.
“We had a request from this room for an extra pillow?” He sticks the singular pillow through the opening I’ve made. Sam's bellyaching strikes again, leaving me with just one extra pillow for this god-forsaken barrier. I’m trying not to overreact about this whole thing.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the pillow from his hand.
Deep breath in.
“Just call us if you need anything else, ma’am.” He nods his head at me and turns away, and I shut the door.
And release.
I let out the breath I had been holding to center myself.
One pillow will have to work. I’m going to take Quinn’s advice and just try to deal with this on my own.
Crossing in front of him again, I slip back into my side of the bed with the pillow in hand. Lifting the covers, I put the pillow between us so it stands on its side.
“Pillow barrier.” I point to it and settle back in bed.
“Are you worried you’re gonna cuddle me in the middle of the night or something?” He asks, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the TV.
“No, I just feel like, as coworkers, we should have boundaries.”
“Boundaries?”
“Boundaries,” I repeat.
He doesn’t respond, just pulls out his phone and casts his attention elsewhere. Probably texting someone else..
I take a note from him and pull my phone out. Sending a quick message to Quinn, my only friend it appears.
Me: I’m ready for this trip to be over already..
My battery percentage is dangerously low. Sitting up and spotting my bag to the left, I lean over to reach the part where the extra phone charger that Sam lent me is tucked away, but it's just out of reach—not bothering to get up from bed because I don’t want to have to stand in front of him in my pj’s again. Not that I should be embarrassed about anything. I am, in fact, fully clothed, but I can’t seem to get out of my own head about it.
Just a little further…
Anddd..
Gotcha!
I grab the charger and pull back so fast that I lose my balance trying to get back into bed.
“Ohhh.” is the last thing out of my mouth as I come face to face with the carpet.
A strong grip on my bicep saves me from face-planting on the ground. My ass is fully uncovered, and my shorts have ridden up my cheeks. This man has a full view of my nearly bare ass right now.
“Jesus Christ.” He pulls me back to the bed.
The blood starts to dissipate from my head, and it feels less foggy.
“Are you capable of going a full 24 hours without nearly injuring yourself?” He sets me straight but doesn’t remove his arm.
“Yes, absolutely?” I’m slightly offended.
“You sure about that?” he's wearing a small smirk as if he doesn’t believe a single word coming out of my mouth.
“Yes, Sam. I bet you I can go the next 24 hours without a clumsy episode.” I say, crossing my arms, and he releases his grip.
“Okay. If I win, you have to do whatever activity I choose on our free day on Saturday before we leave.”
“And if I win?”
“Whatever you want, Bird.” He shrugs in the stupid way he always does.
“If I win, we have a cot sent up to the room, and that’s where you sleep until we have to leave. There will be no more pillow barrier, no more sharing, just this big ol king-sized bed to myself.”
“Deal.”
“Fine.” He holds his hand out, and we shake on it.
“With that, I’m going to bed.” He sets his phone on the nightstand and switches off his lamp. He leans back in bed, sleeping on his back, still one hand behind his head and the other casually on the barrier pillow. The blanket is still only waist-high. I hate that he’s so hot.
“Sam..” I say quietly. He hums lowly. “Can I keep the TV on?”
“Whatever you want, Bird.” He says for the second time.
Quinn: What scandalous thing is Samatron up to now?
Me: Nothing, we had a relatively nice dinner and we came back to the hotel and it was right back to pain in the ass central.
Me: I miss my bed.
Me: And your breakfast sandwiches 🙁
Sam’s snores start to drown out the sound of unsolved mysteries playing on the tv. I try to close my eyes and relax, but all I can think about is the course of events today. It feels like this day has been the longest in existence. The nap, in retrospect, was probably not the best idea, given the fact that I can’t sleep now. Though, I think Sam might have feared for his life if he had to deal with me after all of that. I truly don’t blame him for passing out so quickly, though I am jealous as hell.
I click the volume on the TV up another few notches. Knowing he’s been up all day I try to reason with myself to not get angry at the sound of his snores filling the room. But seriously, how does one man snore so loud? His phone starts to buzz every few seconds on his nightstand. I let out a whine, and he stirs a little in his sleep. His arm was still tucked behind his head, and his mouth was slightly open. At least he looks more peaceful than he sounds.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz.
Snore.
Buzz buzz.
Snore.
Buzz.
Snore.
Buzz.
Every few minutes. This is my hellscape. If I had known I’d be rooming with someone, moreover a man, I might have had the foresight to bring earplugs of some sort, but I’ve been robbed of that decision.
After one particularly long buzz from his phone, followed by another snore.. I break.
Snatching up the pillow barrier, I swiftly smack him in the head with the pillow. He jumps up and stares at me, his sleepy eyes barely open. I know I’m seeing red, I know I look crazy, but I don’t care.
Don’t blame me for the things I do while I'm sleep-deprived, okay? No normal person could handle all of this.
He sits up on one elbow.
“What time is it?” His voice is thick with sleep.
“Nearly one am.” I put the pillow back between us.
“You can’t sleep, so you need me to be awake, too?”
“You were snoring.”
“I was asleep.” He says, like it’s obvious.
Oh, I’m aware, Samuel.
Buzz.
“Your phone has been going crazy. So please tell whoever it is that so desperately needs to speak to you at this god-forsaken hour to kindly, shut up.”
Leaning over, he checks his phone. He types out a few things, clears some notifications, and sets his phone back on the nightstand. Before he resumes his sleeping position, he leans forward, grabs the collar of his shirt, and yanks it up and over his head.
And now he’s naked. Lucky stars.. Gone.
He settles back in bed and says, “Group chat. Was just my brothers. It’s on ‘do not disturb’ till the morning. Happy?” And I should be happy– no more buzzing. But I’m not. I’m not happy and now I’m more irritated because I can feel my chest tighten and a wave of heat flash across my cheek.
“Sure,” I respond because how am I supposed to answer that while I’m this irritated without making everything worse?
“Great.” There’s a pause before he continues, “Oh, and Bird, if you hit me with the pillow again, you're going to lose the extra pillow privileges.”
I just want to fall asleep.
I just want to fall asleep and not think about Sam half-naked next to me.
In only his boxers.
I look over at him. The glow of the TV cast shadows on his bare back. He’s surprisingly tan for the time of year and where he’s from. His skin looks smooth and soft; I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him. To trace pictures on the canvas of his skin.
All fondness of his sleeping form goes out the window when he snores again. If he lets out one more snore, I may actually cry. This is how people get committed to insane asylums. Or plead guilty by reasons of insanity for murder. For these exact situations.
Snore.
“Fuck,” comes out, somewhere between a mixture of a whine and a whisper. I check the time on my phone, 1:47 am.
Another snore.
That’s it.
Pulling out the extra pillow, I hit him again, “Sam, you’re doing it again.” I whine.
Sam sits up and slowly turns toward me. More tendrils of hair rest against his face, and he looks like steam might come out of his ears at any second.
“That’s it! Pillow privileges officially revoked!” he growls lowly. There’s a slight flutter between my legs at the sound of his voice, but I don’t linger on it.
“Hey!” I spout back as we begin a tug-of-war over the offensive weapon I used to accost him. He yanks harder than I expect as he tries to free my grip, and I end up smacking my shoulder into him, but my fists remain tight. Pulling back with as might as I can muster, he gives in and lets me fall backward but doesn’t let go of the pillow. I hit the bed with a light thud.
It's like he’s able to see one step ahead of me while I’m struggling behind, chasing after him. He pushes the pillow toward me with a locked strong arm, and kneels in front of my curled legs. He leans forward, both hands grabbing the pillow now. He’s towering over me, the warmth of his skin burns against my shins and I push trying to pry him away from me a bit.
It’s no use.
He has at least eight or so inches on me in height and much more body weight. I open my legs and allow him closer into my space. He lets go of the pillow and instead aims for my wrists. Pulling one from its tight grip and pinning it to the bed at my side. He grabs the pillow with his opposite hand and tosses it over his shoulder to the floor by the side of his bed. He doesn’t bother pinning my other hand to the bed. Just uses his free hand to support his weight.
Despite his very obvious show of strength against me, though, I’m not scared.
There’s something still gentle about him. His fingers wrapped around my wrist tightly, but not tight enough that I couldn’t part from his grasp if I really wanted.
My face is screwed up in frustration, though, and I let out a huff and surrender.
He’s won.
I hate that.
Exhaling, I open my eyes and find his already on mine. They look nearly black in the dim light, the TV casting shadows from behind. I can’t read the expression on his face, but I know without a doubt there’s not a single shred of anger inside of him right now. He looks.. contemplative if anything.
He’s even more beautiful this close. I take in the slight curve to his brow, how it's slightly knitted in the middle. He’s always been a handsome man since the moment I met him. No matter how much he irritated me at that moment, I couldn’t lie to myself about that fact.
The gold necklace he always wears sways slightly forward and backward as he catches his breath from our wrestling match. I wonder if that's what it looks like when he’s –
I clear my throat loudly and close my eyes again, suddenly very aware of our questionable position. If I think too hard, I can feel where our pelvises meet. A heat builds there. only two very thin pieces of fabric separating intimate skin from one another. The silk of my shorts pressed firmly against me; the second we moved, I know there will be a damp spot left behind. That thought alone makes a rush of heat settle between my legs as I clench slightly. I worry he can tell the effect he's having over me by simply being in my atmosphere.
It’s just the position. It's just the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in a while, Birdie. It's not him.
Willa god.
Willa. Not Birdie.
Fuck.
Daring to open my eyes again, his are still locked on my face. His lips slightly parted in a way that can only be considered sinful. If it was any colder in here, I could see the breath as it exhaled from his lips.
Have his lips always looked so.. kissable?
Kissable?! I do not want to kiss him.
He starts to lean down, and I freeze.
What is he –
“Are we really fighting over a pillow right now?” he whispers into my ear. The husky tone of his voice hits me right in my core, and I resist the urge to squeeze my legs around him tighter.
What’s he playing at?
If it’s a game he wants, it's a game he's gonna get.
I pull myself up onto my free elbow, our chests nearly touching now. He leans back to catch a view of my face, and I keep my eyes on him.
“I don’t know, Sammy. You tell me?”
My breathing is faster and heavier now, my hardened nipples barely brushing him on each inhale. I lick my lips. Slowly tracing my upper lip and then my bottom before my tongue finds its home back in my mouth.
He lets out a laugh through his nose, mimicking my movements and setting his jaw in place. Scanning every inch of me– meeting my eyes, the undoubted flush of my cheeks, he scans from side to side, tracing the freckles at home there. He settles on my lips for a moment too long, only growing more intense when I breathe in deeply.
“If you want to play this game,” His voice drops an octave, “Little bird, I promise you will lose.” Those words set a fire in me; his tone, his stare, all of it. Before I can control myself, I let out a small whine and contract the muscles in my stomach, causing my hips to shift up. Rubbing my clothed pussy against his cock, and it twitches against me.
We both freeze.
How the fuck did we get into this position.
The energy shifts, and we quickly pull apart. Rolling away from each other and settling into the far sides of the bed. Far away from each other.
Far away.
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A hot breeze cascades against my thigh; Sam is lying down on his stomach, perched between my thighs.
“Sammy, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Shhh.” He slides his left arm under my knee, wrapping it around and finding comfort on my thigh. He pushes the comforter off of him, letting the cool air surround us. “Lie back, relax.” His lips lay a trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh, pausing momentarily each time he met my skin. A small, barely audible “oh” escapes my lips as I fall back into my pillow.
“Is this okay?” he asks. His eyes are soft on mine, like a puppy dog waiting expectantly for you to praise him or scold him. I nod my head, and he leans up to press a kiss just below the waistband of my shorts. His hands slide up my hips and hook themselves around the fabric. “May I?”
For all the teasing, taunting, and banter we have, I wouldn’t expect him to be so polite.
“Please.” It comes out more breathless than I anticipated.
I throb at the unknown.
What is his plan?
What do his fingers feel like?
What does his mouth feel like?
I lift my ass, and he pulls my shorts down my thighs slowly.
Too slowly.
Agonizingly slow. He tosses them to the floor beside the bed. His hands trace my shins, stopping at my knees. His eyes find mine once more as he gently spreads my legs open, exposing myself to him. However, he doesn’t chance a look.
His eyes remain locked on mine as he slinks back down to resume his original spot between my thighs. I swallow hard, anxiously awaiting his next movement. I bite my lip, and only then does he lower his mouth to me.
“Oh,” falls from my lips as his mouth makes contact; his plush lips warm against my already excited clit. Aching for him to move, he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud.
“Mmm, Sammy,” I moaned.
I can feel his lips pull into a smirk against me, pausing for a second, “You taste even sweeter than I dreamt,” pressing a slow kiss against me before mumbling, “My little bird.”
His tongue proceeds to lap at me like he’s starving and desperate for anything. My hips fight the urge to grind against him; he places his left hand gently on my pubic bone, holding me in place. His right hand slid up the inside of my thigh, his fingers teasing me.
Writhing in pleasure, waiting for the moment, he finally slides his middle finger into me. Even just with one, the full feeling has me reeling— I can feel my orgasm just taunting me.
He hooks his finger up as if he’s telling me to ‘come closer,’ he massages that sensitive spot like a professional. Slipping a second finger in, I’m overwhelmed with pleasure—
“Oh, Sam,” comes out of my mouth, loud.
Suddenly, my eyes shoot open. Oh..my..god.
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Author's Note: I hope this makes up for their little hiatus 🫶🏻
Chapter Seven
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Currently working on some juicy smut (stay tuned Sanny x reader lovers) while waiting to go into a lecture I was invited to on Kierkegaard. Got my fancy camel hair coat on and everything. The duality of man 🙌
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Will you ever write more sam x Danny x reader? I loved your fic it was really cute and funny and natural
AHH YES! This fills me with such joy! It is a niche I want more of too and I enjoyed writing that so there will certainly be more to come ☺️
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Who is this woman anyway

Hi all! I have been a lurker on Greta Van Fleet tumblr for a few months now, and since I have run out of fics to read and hyper fixation says more I am trying my hand at witting! In case you are curious here is a lil’ about me:
-I study literature! Sort of in an odd secret history (sans murder) vibes program. Specifically foundational philosophy and literature, so a lot of the Greeks, enlightenment, etc. Hoping to eventually go to grad school for political theory.
-Sapphic woman who is emotionally married to her guitar
-I saw Greta in September and am so down to divulge everything I experienced
-I want to write more, so if you have ideas let me know!
-Sort of new to posting on Tumblr and kind of a chronically offline grandpa in many respects so bare with me folks
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Designated Driver
Sam x Danny x Reader

Warnings: HEAVY slash, sexual themes, drinking
A/N: Hello gorgeous folk! I am not normally fic writer, but my Sanny x Reader brainrot and the egregious lack of Sam fics in this fandom has driven me out of my corner and into writing. This is my first ever fanfic, so apologies for middling writing, still getting used to the format.
“Gorgeous! There you are!” Sam exclaims drunkenly from his spot on the couch as you approach. You had (regrettably) offered to DD this party, which resulted in you having to have a sober conversation with an acquaintance from highschool you couldn’t remember the name of.
Your boys, it seems, are having a very different experience.
You found them on Jakes couch, Sam sitting on Danny’s lap relaxed into him and sporting hickies you’re certain weren’t there when you left. Danny wasn’t really one for PDA, especially since Sam and him were still finding their social footing as boyfriends.
Danny’s attention is pulled from his conversation,
“Babyy was wondering where you went. Come join us.” For a moment your feet are glued to the floor, too take by the scene in front of you; Sam so casually layed out on top of Danny, with one of Danny’s arms around his waist and the other casually taking his fingers through Sam’s hair. After a moment you snap back to reality and take a seat next to them, leaning your head on Danny’s shoulder. A closer look shows you both of their eyes are completely glazed over.
“What have you two been up to this whole night? I haven’t seen you once.”
Samm cranes his neck down to plant a kiss on your lips, which lasts a little longer than the quick peck you were expecting. He pulls a little on your bottom lip before breaking away.
“Sorry sweetheart we decided to go shot for shot, but someone got a little drunk and couldn’t keep it in his pants.” Sams sentence capped off in a sing songy tone.
“Not my fault you gave me fuck me eyes in the middle of beer pong.” Danny muttered burying his face into Sam’s shoulder. You give him a reassuring kiss on the check, speaking in his ear,
“Don’t worry baby I understand, our Sammy is such a tease its horrible really.”
All of a sudden Danny whips his face towards you, pulling you into a needy kiss. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw while the other holds Sam in place as he leans closer to you. He chases your lips, giving you a disappointed look as you pull away.
“Hi Daniel” You let out an affection chuckle. Momentarily your eyes drift over to Sam who’s jaw hangs open. Clearly reveling in the little display.
“Pretty giirl. Forgot we found you, just got excited when I remembered.” He half slurs.
“Okay, you two are fucked up its time to go.” You go to stand, but Danny’s hand immediately pulls you back down.
Sam momentarily comes out of his drunken stupor to whine, “Not yet. I’m not drunk babe I could totally land a plane right now.”
“Yeah I was talking to Jake, can’t leave yet.” At the mention of his name Jake’s attention turns to you three.
“If I don’t have to listen to Sam talk anymore tonight I’m not complaining.” He retorts much to Sam’s offence.
At that, Danny raises his eyebrows, “Oh believe me Sammy is great at shutting up if you give him something else to do with his mouth. ” Your face goes beet red at the statement. Sam on the other hand throws his head back, letting out his signature stoner chuckle. Jake cringes.
“Yep. Gross. Didn’t need to know that about my brother. Leaving now.” With that Jake gets up and heads to the kitchen.
This time you jump of the couch more resolutely.
“Okay time to go for real. Before you say or do anything else that’ll traumatize you tomorrow..”
You pull Sam up, despite Danny’s protests, only for him to immediately fall forward and wrap his arms around your neck. He presses his forehead against yours.
“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look in this dress?” He murmurs.
“Yes Sammy, dozens of times on our way here.”
You feel a second body press up against your back. Danny wraps his arms around your waist.
“Yeah pretty girl, good thing you were hiding this whole party.”
You struggle to think of anything either than the feeling of the boyfriend sandwich you’re in, and all of the drunken affection being sent your way. Especially as Danny starts to press kisses into the back of your neck.
Catching a cackling Josh walk by however pulls you back to reality pretty quickly. You wriggle your way out of their grasp pulling them both by the hand.
“Okay as much as I love you both it is time to go home. I can’t carry either one of your drunk asses to the car so we better quit while we’re ahead.”
Despite their groaning, and lazy make out in then backseat on the drive home, both boys passed out as soon as they got in bed.
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“I’m sorry Daniel said what to my brother.” Sams eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head at the breakfast table. Danny had dropped his spoonful of cereal to bury his face into his arms in shame.
“Yeah Sam we can never drink together again.”
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Please send smut about this fucker to me. Im down bad
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Here is a clip of me screaming when Josh like- showed us his ass? I don’t really remember what was going on here but I stand by it.
#danny licked his teeth and my and my friend screamed and the woman in front of us turned around to look at us like we had three heads#sam kiszka#danny wagner#greta van fleet#jake gvf#danny gvf#sam gvf#joshua michael kiszka#josh gvf#josh greta van fleet#gvf#jake kiszka#josh kiszka
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