jakekiszska

[jakekiszska]

cuz you know that’s it’s delicate

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: what happens when joe’s teammate slips a joke about your size difference and it sends you spiraling? being in love with joe since college has been tough but what happens when he starts figuring it out and trying to unravel you more?

warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MDNI. heaaaavy size kink, joe being a smartass should be it’s own warning, language, p in v, fingering, oral (f. receiving), roughness. probably more? this one was so much fun, plzzz stick around til the end. 🤭

word count: 3.1k!

note: heyyy everyone! my first joey smut 🤭 i hope y’all love it and again MDNI!! (shoutout to my boo @slimshiesty, hate me later and that stray ball part is rotting in my brain, so i snuck a lil of it in here as an ode to you. ily bbg. 💗) (also another taylor swift title bc i fr couldn’t think of anything else plus i used it a bit.. i swear i’m not trying to steal anyones thing i love all the joey swifties)

tags: @slimshiesty @starsinthesky5 (plz message me or send an ask to be added!) part 2

sexual frustration has to be one of the worst things in the world. sexual frustration at the hands of your best friend, however, takes the cake.

it started at a party two weeks ago when you were invited out by joe, the star nfl quarterback, certified dweeb, and your very best friend all wrapped into one.

flashback

you were sitting around with joe and some of his teammates, listening in on their conversations and people watching the rest of the time. it was easiest for you to hang out with joe and ja’marr since you knew them from college, but the rest of their teammates and their teammates partners were really cool too, and all so welcoming to you.

everyone was laughing and joking, having a laid back time, picking on each other for random things. that was, until, someone mentioned how funny it was to see you standing next to joe, being that he was well over a foot taller than you.

“what? how’s it funny?” joe asked, glancing between you and his teammate. “because you make her look so tiny! like a little doll. get up and stand next to each other.”

you were reluctant to move from your seat, hating where this was leading. it was already hard enough having feelings for your best friend over the span of a few years, but this was crossing dangerous territory. kink territory.

for you, there was something about how much bigger than you joe was. he towered over you. his body was lean but built with thick muscles. he could quite literally pick you up and sling you around like a rag-doll. (and honestly if he did, you’d thank him.)

you hoped his teammate pointing out your size difference wouldn’t be turned into a big deal, but once joe pulled you out of your chair to stand next to him, it was like the gates of hell opened.

you stood side by side, your head barely even reaching his armpit. everyone around the table laughed, including joe. “damn, i guess i never really focused on how little you are, y/n.” joe laughed, and placed his forearm on top of your head like an armrest.

alarms went off in your head. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION.

you cleared your throat quickly, and came to your senses, shoving joe off before getting back into your seat. “maybe i’m not small, maybe you’re just a freakishly large man.” you remark, trying to keep your voice even.

“nah,” he replied, sitting down next to you again, “you’re sooooo tiny.” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you flipped him the finger. “fuck you big bird.” you snarked before downing the rest of your drink. god knows you need it. you hoped that your pink cheeks would be chalked up to the alcohol and that nobody else had caught on.

the next instance came a few days later, on a sunday, and it was much worse than the first. so, so much worse.

flashback to sunday

you came to the bengals’ home stadium to watch their game, and since it was early you figured you’d go down to the field to say hi to joe and some of your other friends on the team.

you made it down and waved hi to ja’marr, tee and sam before making your way to joe. he spotted you and smiled, walking in your direction to meet you halfway.

you decided on wearing one of his jerseys and a pair of jeans, something simple and comfortable. as soon as he made it to you, the first thing he did was look you up and down and then pick up the sleeve of the jersey before chuckling.

“damn, this thing is swallowing you!” he comments. you playfully smack at his arm. “shut up, joey.”

“it’s cute, though. you look nice. are you excited for the game?”

you don’t give yourself much time to process that “cute” comment. wtf does that even mean? who cares. ABORT MISSION.

“of course i’m excited! i can’t wait to watch you guys kick some ass today—“

your sentence is cut off abruptly as joe grabs you and lifts you, turning your bodies so his back is now facing the opposite direction on the field. his grip on you is so tight that your chest is pressed into his stomach. you look up at his face, his expression a mix between anger and concern. you can feel your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen in disbelief.

“um, joe, you’re bear hugging the hell out of me right now. wanna put me down and explain what happened?”

he lets you down gently, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “stray ball was coming right at you. i didn’t want it to hit you, it would’ve hurt you pretty bad.”

you reach a hand up and pat his chest, feeling the thick muscles. “thank you!” you respond, once again monitoring your tone. “i’m gonna head up and talk to everyone, ok?” you ask, already moving to leave. “yeah, ok.” joe says, focusing his attention on the ground. you can tell he’s contemplating something, but you don’t want to ask. you want to get out of there as quickly as possible.

the final instance came a few days later when you went to joe’s house just to hang out and have dinner.

flashback to wednesday night

you park your car in joe’s garage and step out, tucking your phone and keys in your pocket before heading up the stairs. before you make it to the door, joe’s already opening it and waiting in the doorway.

“hi bub!” you call, pushing past him and stepping inside, kicking off your shoes by the door. he greets you back sweetly and the two of you go sit on barstools in the kitchen, just catching up on things that have gone on this week. you rant to joe about your job and he listens intently, offering what advice he can.

he rants back to you about things going on with the team, and frustrations he’s having on the field. you try to return the favor and offer him some advice, but you know you aren’t of too much help. joe appreciates it regardless.

soon after your food arrives, you find yourselves in the living room, sitting on the couch side by side as a movie plays. you and joe always loved just being around each other, you had so deep of a connection that oftentimes words didn’t need to be shared at all.

you both enjoyed those moments.

you felt yourself starting to doze off until joe laughed at something in the movie, the sound waking you a bit.

“oh, sorry. you can go to sleep.” he whispers, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you appreciate his warmth and you rub your head on his shoulder as you get comfy. you hear joe chuckle.

“what’s funny?” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “it’s like i’m hyper-aware now of how small you are next to me. it’s so cute.”

you make no outward moves or sounds, but inside you are screaming. yelling. this is the worst one yet.

you don’t know it yet, but joe’s figured it out. he’s seen you get flustered three times now over these comments, and he knows something is going on in your brain when they’re said. he isn’t aware if you have feelings for him like he does for you, but he knows you liked when he picked you up so easily on the field the other day.

it was effortless to him, despite what you might think of yourself.

you sit next to him in silence, eyes still closed, trying to control your breathing. just try to fall asleep again you tell yourself, hoping that joe has no idea. if you only knew.

when you wake in the morning, you’re still snuggled on the couch with him as the soft morning light shines gold around the living room. you shake him awake.

“joey, i gotta get going. i need to go home and get ready for work and you have thursday practice.”

he pulls you in closer for a moment, hugging you bye, and then wishes you a good day at work. you bolt out the door and to your car as fast as you can, heading home to wash the previous day away in the shower.

end of flashbacks

so, this is where you are now.

it’s been almost a week since you’ve talked to joe, avoiding him because you aren’t sure what to say or do. part of you knows he has something figured out, but you don’t know what or how much.

you’re terrified to let him in on your feelings, what’s going on in your head, because you’re delicate and you don’t want to ruin something that has always been there for you.

the other part of you knows you have to tell him, you need to tell him. you love him, you lust after him. the comments that keep being made about your sizes are driving you to the point of insanity that nothing will fix it unless joe manhandles you as rough as you can take it and he fucks it out of you.

you’re pretty sure your vibrator is gonna be on its last leg soon.

alright, i gotta call him. i gotta get this over with.

you grab your phone off the kitchen counter and dial his number, listening to it ring for a few moments.

“hello?” he finally answers, sounding a bit upset.

“hey joey. sorry i haven’t been talking to you this week. i just— i think i need to talk to you about some stuff and.. would you mind coming over later?”

he says nothing for a moment, but you hear him blow out a long breath. “yeah, of course, y/n.” he finally says. “i can be over around 7?”

you check the clock on the stove, it reads 4:34pm.

“7 sounds great! see you then!” you say, hanging up quickly. now you play the waiting game.

all your chores are done, and you take a lovely everything shower to help calm your nerves, and you make sure to drink plenty of water and have a snack as you tell yourself affirmations.

it’s going to be okay, he’s my best friend. he will understand. he will still be my friend regardless, he’s always been there for me. if he rejects me, nothing will change that.

you sit on the couch and scroll your phone as you wait. there’s still just a bit over an hour before joey will arrive, so you waste time scrolling tiktok, cozy on the couch.

soon enough you hear the doorbell, and you jump off the couch to answer it, stepping aside to let joe in.

he sits on your couch, waiting for you to join him and start speaking. “joe, i, um.. i hav-“

he cuts you off. “you have feelings for me? you like it when people compare our sizes because it turns you on?” he smirks, leaning back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head. he’s manspreading now, his thick thighs on full display. your mouth falls open for a moment.

“yeah. essentially exactly that.” you finally reply.

“so what are we gonna do about that?” he questions, pulling you into his lap. you place your hands on his chest instinctively, and before you know what’s happening he‘s pulling you in for a heated kiss.

his lips are soft against yours and he gently prods at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue past as you open it. he tastes like mint, it’s intoxicating you. one minute his large hands are splayed over your back holding you to him, the next he’s lifting you off the couch by grabbing underneath your armpits and carrying you down the hall, roughly body-slamming you on the bed.

“dude, save the UFC moves for ja’marr!” you groan, sucking in a large breath. joe jumps on the bed, caging you in by placing his knees on either side of your hips and his hands next to your head.

“no, i don’t think so.” he smirks, leaning in closer until your noses are nearly touching. you felt your cheeks heating up at his close proximity, and his eye-contact with you was starting to feel intimidating, even though you had just been sharing such a passionate kiss. you hated that you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties just from him trying to wrestle you.

he blows gently on your face and you shove at him. he laughs you off and leans even closer, pressing the tip of his nose to yours before moving away and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“this would be a lot easier if you’d just admit that you want me to manhandle you. you want me to go rough, right?” he teases. you’ve had enough of his smugness. you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss, tugging at his hair and nipping his bottom lip. he groans into you. he stands from the bed, picking you up again, carrying you across the room before roughly slamming your body against the wall.

you let out a strangled moan, loving the feeling of him using all his strength on you.

“can i take your shorts off?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

“fuck yes, please.” you breathe out, exhilarated.

joe yanks your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion, kneeling down in front of you. he’s able to keep your body held up and pressed against the wall. he looks up at you with questioning eyes, making sure this is okay. you give him a soft nod in response.

he leans in and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. he starts by pressing the smallest kiss to your clit, and then licks a slow, languid stripe up your core. you hiss, your body arching off the wall at the new sensation. when you look down, you find him looking up at you, his beautiful blue eyes trained on your face.

your eyes roll back in your head as he continues his ministrations. you feel the hand that isn’t holding you against the wall rubbing circles on your inner thigh before joe slowly slips a finger into you.

you quickly approach your orgasm, your stomach tight with anticipation. joe doesn’t let up, working you there until your body feels like it’s being dunked into warm bath water, the feeling covering you from head to toe. it takes you a minute to regain your sense of self. joe pulls his fingers from your core and removes your leg from his shoulder, standing back up before lifting you so your legs are around his waist.

you waste no time pulling him in for a kiss. “holy shit, joey!” you moan, baffled at what just happened. he smirks into your kiss.

for the second time, you’re thrown onto the bed. you sit up, propped on your elbows as you watch joe stalk closer, his erection very obvious in his shorts. he pulls his shirt over his head and you do the same, unclasping your bra just after so that you’re completely bare for him.

you chalk your forwardness up to being comfortable with him, normally you wouldn’t have the confidence to act this way. neither would joe, actually, but you shrug it off.

you don’t remember seeing him strip his shorts off or climb on top of you, but you know you’re kissing him again. you can’t get over how good his lips feel. one of his hands traces your curves, he runs his fingers along your body until his large hand is cupping your breast.

he moves his kisses to your neck and you gasp, reveling in the feeling of him kissing and touching you softly and sweetly.

you look down at his throbbing cock and suddenly you feel intimidated. joe hears you gasp. he lets out a soft laugh.

“don’t talk a big game and then act scared of it, baby.” he teases, pressing light kisses to your cheeks. you swallow thickly.

joe reaches down and strokes himself, spitting on his hand to slick himself up. he looks at you once again for confirmation, and you nod to him. he helps you get comfortable beneath him, positioning your legs around his waist as he pushes his tip in. you suck in a harsh breath.

it stings, but it isn’t the worst thing. he moves against you slowly, sliding in inch by inch until he bottoms out. he looks down and you, your faces inches apart, and you giggle.

“what is it bub?” he asks, smiling softly. “they weren’t kidding calling you big dick joe.” you laugh out. joe laughs too.

after giving you a few minutes to adjust, he starts moving hips, rocking into yours slowly. you think this is what the peak of euphoria feels like.

he leans back down to kiss you, his hand finding your throat and squeezing ever so slightly. your back is arched, your chest pressed to his as your hands tangle through his hair. his hands move down, finding your hips and holding them down to the bed. you moan at the rough grip.

he starts going harder, his hips pistoning into yours as you continue kissing, both of you moaning out your pleasure.

“joey, i-i’m close.” you warn, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. you felt it again, you were so close to that warmth once again pulsing over your body.

until.

knock knock knock.

what was that? you thought. you tried to focus on joe but everything seemed to be slipping away.

then, there it was again. the knocking. and the shrill of your phone ringing.

you startled awake, sweat covering your body. you looked at your phone screen. 7:10pm. one missed call from joe.

you threw your throw blanket off, trying to gather your thoughts. what the fuck? what is happening?

you thought you’d just had the best fuck of your life, that everything would be okay with you and joe but… it was just a dream? you dozed off and you didn’t even know it.

“y/n, let me in!” you hear joe yell from the opposite side of the door. you’re panicking, your body is hot, your clothes are stuck to you. still, you get up and almost sprint to the door. you open it, taking in his appearance. just like your dream.

black shorts, black shirt. backwards cap.

“can i come in? are you okay?” he asks. you watch as he takes in your appearance. sweaty hair stuck to your neck, your eyes glazed over.

“um, yeah joe. i’m okay. come in.” you step aside, inviting him in, just like your dream. he sits down.

“so, what did you wanna talk about?” he asks. you sit down next to him, blowing out a long breath. this was gonna be a longggg conversation.

[jakekiszska]

playdate

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, spitting, p in v intercourse, tiny bit of a master kink if you squint, spanking, praise kink. (reader and eddie are both 18+).

a/n: pls cut me some slack as a d&d 5e player. i tried my best to write as accurately to 1e & 2e as i could. :)

summary: you finally joined hellfire after months of your best friends begging… but you can’t keep your eyes off him the entire time.

if u see an error no u don’t. :)

word count: 2.9k

“shirt looks good on you.” eddie comments, winking as he passes you in the school hallway.

“thanks, perv.” you joke back, giving him a smirk. he blows you a quick kiss before facing the correct direction and walking down the hallway. you made the decision last week to start playing dungeons and dragons with eddie and his friends, so of course today you had to don your t-shirt.

you entered your final class and sat down, hardly able to focus. who really needed math anyway, right? you stared at the white board as the teacher lectured and wrote formulae down. you couldn’t stay focused, so you let your mind wander.

thinking of it, you probably did need math, especially for your dungeons and dragons game… you’d need to add or subtract your modifiers from your rolls, or add to your attacks… so maybe you’d better pay attention.

your teacher’s monotonous voice was hard to focus on, especially since she never faced the class. you took out your notebook and started scribbling tiny doodles in the corner of the page. a few ideas came to you for playing your character today, so you tried to jot them down as discreetly as you could, passing them off as notes.

you thanked all the deities you knew when the bell finally rang. you met eddie in the parking lot, standing by his van. he was chatting with his friend gareth, but quickly turned his attention to you as you approached.

“ready to go?” he asks, looking you up and down. you nod a quick yes and hop into the passenger seat of his van, throwing your stuff to the floorboard. the drive to your house was quick, but eddie stalled you before you could exit the van and head inside.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, looking over at you with a concerned look. normally you would’ve talked his ear off the whole ride over. you try to assure him that you’re fine.

“hey listen, y/n… you’ve been my best friend for like, i don’t know, six? eight years? i know when something is wrong. spill it.”

you finally turn your head and look at him. “i’m nervous to play tonight. what if i look stupid?”

“babe,” he says affectionately, making your stomach lurch, “we’re a bunch of dudes in high school playing a fantasy table-top roleplay. you’re definitely gonna look weird.” he says casually, a playful tone to his voice. you can’t help but laugh. “it’s gonna be okay. i’ll wait to bring your character into the game that way you can see how everyone else plays, okay?” he asks you, his tone comforting.

“okay, eds. okay. that works.” you say, running your hands down your jeans. you open the van door and hop out, strolling over to your porch. when your feet hit the bottom step, you hear eddie call after you. “pick ya up at 6:40!” he screeches, and then you hear the tires of his van screech too as he backs out of your driveway and drives away maniacally.

you grab yourself a snack from the kitchen once you make it inside, a few strawberries your mom had left over from some cake she decorated.

you take them up to your room and set the plate on your bedside table before grabbing out your books and starting on your homework. stupid math.

you work through as many problems as you can before you can feel your eyelids starting to droop. you close your book and slide it back in your back before taking your plate of strawberry stems to the kitchen and dumping them. you quickly wash the plate and head back to your room, anxiously awaiting your evening.

for the remainder of the time you’re waiting for eddie you clean your room up and then decide to take a quick shower. you tie your hair up in a scrunchie to avoid wetting it and you quickly go through your routine. once you’re out you decide instead of wearing your jeans again that you’ll slip on a black skirt that sits just above your knee, and your hellfire shirt.

finally, 6:40 approaches, and just as he promised eddie is in your driveway at that exact moment. you grab your notebook and a pen along with the dice set he gave you and run out to meet him.

you hop in the van and your nerves return, but you try to play it cool. you make it to the school and you’re let in by some of the faculty who have to facilitate after school gatherings, but eddie assures you none of them ever sit in on the sessions.

he gets all of his stuff laid out and puts up his dm screen before sitting down on this throne-like chair. you try not to stare at him, but the way he’s sitting so relaxedly with his legs spread open is making you squirm.

you’d always thought eddie was attractive, but something about him being in his element like this was really tempting to you, and you figured that’s why you were so nervous to play.

all of his friends start pouring into the room and taking their places and eddie has to quiet them down a few times before he can begin.

“y/n won’t be playing immediately, but if you don’t mind would you tell us your characters race and class please?” he asks you, his tone a lot softer than what he uses for the boys.

“um, my character is a hobbit and my class is cleric.” you say nervously, staring at the table.

“a hobbit, huh?” eddie teases. “that’s accurate.”

you can hear his friends dustin and mike laughing insanely loud at his jest. “shove it, henderson.” you say, finally scanning the room. “you’re about 4’6, yeah?” you joke.

the rest of the room laughs at your joke and after a minute more of teasing you get right into the game. eddie was able to work your character in as someone the party met at some stables, and they figured they’d need your spellcasting abilities to help them in battle.

the session goes on for a while and you’re really having a lot of fun, but you can’t take your eyes off of eddie. his facial expressions, his tone of voice, all the gestures he makes towards the party. he’s so immersed and it’s driving you a little crazy. seeing him so passionate is nothing less than hot to you.

it’s time to wrap the game up and you’re just finishing your battle when it’s dustin’s turn to roll for attack. he just makes it and the room erupts, cheering that he finally slayed the beast you’d been fighting.

“congratulations, henderson. describe the killing blow.” eddie beams. dustin goes on to describe some disgustingly gruesome scene and you continue to stare at eddie until he catches your eye, to which you finally look away. when dustin is done talking everyone clears out, leaving you and eddie alone to pick up so he can take you home.

“you did so well tonight! i was so proud of you!” he beams, reaching out to ruffle your hair. his praise makes your body stiffen.

“something wrong?” he asks, walking up behind you and placing his chin on your shoulder. you’re not sure if you can make words but you try to force them out anyway. “um, no eds. i-i’m fine!” you manage, shuffling away from him. his hand catches your hip and spins you around to face him.

“really? you seemed to be staring at me the whole game. have i upset you?” he ponders, leaning in so his breath fans your face. it smells slightly smoky and slightly like mint, and you’re dizzy for a moment.

you assure him he hadn’t, and once again you try to move away, but his grip tightens. “well, i’m really proud of you.” he reiterates, watching you squirm under his gaze. you can almost feel your cheeks flush and your pupils dilate.

he leans in even closer, speaking into your ear. “do you like when i tell you how good you are?” he asks, his voice a bit lower, a tinge raspier.

“oh fuck off, eddie.” you choke out, pushing a hand against his chest.

“is that any way to talk to your dungeon master?”

he pulls away from your face slightly and tilts up your chin with his pointer finger. “my apologies master,” you tease sarcastically, “forgive me?”

this time it’s your turn to taunt him, so you push your hand up his chest and wrap it around the back of his throat, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. he takes a step closer to you and you shudder when you realize just how close he is to you.

“that’s a pretty little skirt you have on.” he whispers. your whole body shudders. “eddie..” you whine, tugging at his hair lightly.

“hmmm.. what is it baby?” he leans in so your noses are touching. “please eddie, kiss me.” you beg, your voice an octave higher than usual. he places his left hand on your other hip before finally closing the gap between your lips.

you aren’t expecting his lips to be so soft. you also aren’t expecting to feel so drunk off his kiss immediately. it’s experimental, but it quickens. he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you part your lips for him. he slides his tongue into your mouth and he moans as he feels you suck on it gently.

his hands have made their way around your backside and he slips one past your skirt, keeping it still until he can gauge your reaction. when you don’t stop him, he grabs a handful of your ass before lifting you up and placing you on the nearby table. you whine into his kiss and he presses himself between your legs.

you kiss each other hungrily for what feels like hours until you finally pull away. “hey, let’s get outta here.” you propose, and he nods, moving away so you can grab all of his stuff. his expression takes on that of a lost puppy.

you grab him by the arm and he looks over at you, so you reassure him. “eds, i didn’t wanna stop… i just don’t really wanna fuck in the school after hours.”

“f-fuck,” he stammers, “you wanna.. we’re gonna.. oh my god we’re gonna fuck?”

you shake your head yes at him. “if you want to… let’s go back to your place?” you ask. “hell yeah. hell yes we are going to my place!” he says ecstatically. you grab up all of his stuff and practically race out to his van. he gets you back to his uncle's place in record time and you go in quickly, headed for his room.

once you’re in you waste no time in reconnecting your lips to his. he disconnects to pull his shirt over his head and you moan when you can see all of his tattoos. you lightly scrape your nails over them before reaching behind you and unzipping your skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“cute panties.” he says smugly, and you slap his arm. you made sure to wear one of your favorite pairs, baby blue and cotton with a pink heart on the front. he sits back on his bed against the headboard and you crawl into his lap, leaning down to kiss his neck. his hands find your hips and he moans as you lick a stripe just below his ear, biting it seconds after.

“kiss me again.” he says, his raspy tone going straight to your core. you connect your lips with his and soon after your tongues are meeting, sliding against each other as you makeout hungrily. your hips start grinding involuntarily but he uses his grip on your hips to help you. you can feel your cheeks flush.

“no need to be embarrassed baby,” he says, almost reading your mind, “if it feels good, then do it. feel how hard i am?”

and you could. you could tell he was straining as you continued to grind your now soaked panties across his lap. after a few more minutes you’re mewling and whining loudly, then you finally beg him to touch you.

“what do you want?” he asks lowly, hands palming at your ass. “want you to touch me, eddie. please.” you whine, arching into him. he slides you off his lap and pushes you down onto the bed so that your back is arched, in a face down ass up position.

“okay, princess,” he teases, rubbing your left thigh softly, “but first you need a punishment for how you talked to me earlier. remember that?”

you let out a deep whine as you feel him grab your panties and rip them down your legs. you clench as you feel the cool air hit your core. “just one, okay? that’s all.” he says, massaging your ass. a second later his hand is gone, and is quickly replaced again with a loud crack. you could feel the cool metal of his rings stinging against your ass sharply. seconds later he leans in to kiss the spot, a gesture to make sure you’re okay.

when he can tell you’re fine he rolls you over onto your back and slides your panties off your legs completely, tossing them to the floor. he pushes your thighs apart and stares down at you, fully exposed for him.

“fuck.” he groans, taking all of you in. “you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.”

you blush at his comment and throw your arm over your face to hide it. you feel him run two fingers along your slit to gather some of your slick before dipping them into you. he leans down and spits on your clit before his thumb from his other hand rubs tight circles into it. your back arches and you begin to work your hips in time with his hands.

“fuck yeah, baby. fuck yourself on my hands. that’s my good girl.”

my good girl. you shudder again.

“eddie, i’m close!” you warn, his fingers curling inside of you and working your g-spot deliciously. “come on then, lemme see that little pussy cum for me.” he commands, and you’re teetering over the edge. it’d been a while since you came that hard, and eddie wears a proud smirk as he watches your legs shake with aftershocks.

he stands from the bed and you look him up and down, eagerly watching as he unclasps the handcuffs on his belt. his zipper is down soon after and then he’s shuffling out of his jeans, not leaving you much to the imagination. your mouth waters as you see the outline in his briefs - and he is big.

you didn’t notice your mouth hanging open. he sheds his underwear before crawling over you and you admire how tidy his pubic hair is kept… and then you wonder if that’s weird. you won’t say anything.

he positions himself between your legs and leans down to kiss your neck, whispering to you teasingly. “what’s wrong, worried it won’t fit?”

“i don’t care. i want it.” you assure him, and he slides his tip through your folds quickly before pressing his cock inside of you finally. you take it slowly, inch by inch, until he’s bottomed out.

tears prick at the corners of your eyes because of the stretch, but he wipes them away sweetly. “it’s okay, we’re gonna take our time.” he promises, and you lightly tug at his hair. “you can move, please move.”

he pulls his hips back slowly before rutting into you again, working at a slow but delicious pace. “fuck eds, that f-feels so fucking good.” you whine, your hands still tugging at his hair. each time you pull on his hair it spurs him to go faster, and soon he’s pounding into you so hard that you barely recognize the voice coming from your throat.

his fingers dig into your hips and you know the indentions from his rings will leave bruises for you to admire for days. he’s letting out soft moans above you and if he hadn’t been speaking to you so filthy this entire time they’d almost warm your heart.

“i’m not gonna last.” he warns you, his hips snapping into yours quickly. you reach your hand down between your bodies and start to rub your clit, to which he lets out a filthy whine.

“cum for me, baby. let me feel it. cum for me again.” he coaxes, his breathing laboured. a few seconds later you feel the band snap again and your body arches upward as your second orgasm hits you, the sensation washing over you and making you lose vision for a second.

seconds later he pulls out and finishes himself off in his hand.

“holy shit. you’ve been keeping that from me?” he laughs, wiping his hand with some article of clothing he found on the floor. “you could’ve had it if you’d asked.” you tell him, being completely honest.

he walks back over to you and leans down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. when he pulls back a playful smirk tugs at his lips. “well in that case, do you wanna fuck?”

you grab a pillow from his bed and smack him with it before he lunges at you, pressing kisses into your neck and softly tickling your sides. “i think i really like this, eds.”

“me too.” he assures you, laying down and pulling you onto his chest.

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ik it’s a bit early to ask but if you have a chance, would you mind making some christmas dividers? if not it’s okay 🥹 appreciate your work sm!

hi anon, thank you so much! And not at all - it seems like a couple of you were in the holiday spirits! 🎄💕 Excited to work on these, I hope you like them 🎁

(and I got some more requests for holiday mdni/support dividers, I will have those up later this week!)

I have a couple more cute winter dividers here! ❄️ And here are matching support/dni banners.

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is it cool that i said all that?

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: everything you thought you said and everything that happened… was all a dream? how can you go through this again, tell joe your real feelings, and calm yourself down enough to let the truth out? and how will he take it?

warnings: MDNI!!! (and i’m not gonna tell y’all again bc i’ll start blocking.) smuttttt, it’s fluffy too! oral (m. rec), p in v, spitting, manhandling ofc, size kink! a lil light choking again. this one got a lil nastier than i originally intended. cocky joe is always it’s own warning.

word count: 4.1k.

note: THIS IS A PART 2, original fic here (x). it starts exactly where it ended, so it will not make sense if you haven’t read part 1 first. much love to yous. 💗 (so sorry it came a day later than i wanted it to.)

you rub your sweaty palms against your shorts and bite at the inside of your cheek. you watch joe as he toes off his shoes and socks, making himself comfortable. for some reason, that helps you calm down the tiniest bit.

he sits next to you expectantly, silently waiting on you to speak. your heart is beating against your chest as hard as it ever has before. you’re swimming around inside your own brain like a goldfish. the room is spinning.

you feel joe’s hands - his large hands - grab your shoulders, steadying your now swaying form.

“y/n, you look like you’re gonna be sick. are you sure you’re okay?” he questions, voice laced with concern. he reaches up and tucks a strand of your sweaty, slightly tangled hair behind your ear.

somewhere, deep inside your head, you’re screaming out all your feelings. you’re telling joe you love him, you appreciate him, he’s everything to you. but the words just won’t slip past your lips.

joe’s worried. he’s not sure what’s going on, but he’s trying to think of something, anything to help you.

you close your eyes and try to take a few deep breaths, sorting through your thoughts like a rolodex. you clench and unclench your fists. you count. one. two. three. four. five.

when you open your eyes you look at joe, still looking concerned. you avert your gaze to the wall. “alright joey,” you start, “here goes nothing.” you take one last shaky breath.

“i have a lot to say so, i’m just gonna spill it out okay?” you ask, once more giving yourself a moment. “go ahead, i’m all ears.” he says, rubbing your shoulder. finally, you face him again, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“listen, joey. i don’t want this to be weird. i just… i think i’ve liked you as long as i’ve known you, and i think i’ve known for a while that i… i don’t just like you. i have serious feelings for you. and i know that’s a complicated predicament to put us in because we’re best friends, but hopefully you’ll feel the same. and if you don’t, then i hope you can understand because i can’t lose you as a friend. you’re all i have, i care about you more than anything and i can’t lose you. i literally cannot.” you spill out, emotions beginning to flow. joe looks at you with a soft gaze. he opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but then he closes it.

“and i know it’s sudden joe, i know it’s abrupt. but the teasing about our size difference was really getting to me, i’m assuming you must’ve caught on to that. and i know it���s probably wrong to be fantasizing over your best friend or something but i just… i love you and i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” you’re word vomiting. tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you apologize to him. you’re afraid you’ve ruined everything, that he’s gonna walk away from you, leave this friendship and everything you’ve ever had behind.

but why would he?

before you can register what’s happening, you’re being pulled into his lap and crushed against his chest for a hug. you begin crying even harder.

“y/n, bub.. don’t cry.” he says, rubbing your back soothingly.

“will you look at me?”

you pull away from his tight hug and look into his eyes once again as he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “everything is okay. breathe for me. we’ll keep talking in a minute. just breathe in for four seconds, hold for four, blow out for four, hold again and repeat. square breathing, remember we learned that together?”

you try. you try so hard to regulate your breathing, emotions, feelings. but here you are, straddling his lap just like in your dream - your stupid fucking dream you haven’t even gotten to yet - and you can’t even focus on breathing properly.

joe’s strong hands find their way to your arms, rubbing soothing circles into your biceps. you breathe in, hold for four, and try to do square breathing. you close your eyes, once again trying to just gather your thoughts. joe lets you sit in your silence, allowing you to process before he speaks his mind.

once you open your eyes again, still finding his gaze on you, you think you’re ready to continue. before you can start the conversation back up, joe is speaking.

“let me say my piece, okay?” his voice sounds sure, his gaze is stern. you’re still afraid of where this is going. all you can do is nod your head yes.

“i’ll start by saying i figured it out on the football field, but it was solidified when you spent the night with me. i don’t think it’s crazy or weird that you like that, i’d be lying if i said i haven’t thought about you in that manner too. i mean, any guy and girl as close as we are.. there’s bound to be sexual or intimate thoughts bouncing around in our heads somewhere, right?” he cocks his head to the side, a small gesture that lets you know he’s being honest, that he isn’t bothered by anything you said. that helps you breathe easier for a moment.

“honestly y/n, i’ve loved you a long time. as a friend, as something more. and it’s selfish but… it’s like i always knew you were gonna be there. i always knew you were my girl. i hate that i’ve never come to you about it before. i hate that i’ve dated around and never talked to you about these feelings, because deep down i know it was wrong. i think i’ve known for a while we both felt the same about each other.”

a part of you wants to be mad, because in truth it is kinda fucked up for him to just leave you in waiting, but your brain is focusing on something else. my girl. my girl. my girl.

he just called you his girl. something about that possessive phrase has you reeling, and after the evening you’ve had, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t want to make you jump his bones that much more.

“y/n… anything to say?”

shit. you zoned out.

“oh, sorry joey.” you mumble out, closing your eyes and shaking your head lightly. “i mean… i’m glad that you feel the same way. i think i might be a little mad at you later, but right now i’m trying to process this all. but… it’s cool that i said all that?”

“yeah, it’s cool. is it cool that i said that? and would it be cool if i said i loved you back?” he asks, a playful lilt to his tone.

“i mean they do call you joe cool, so, everything you do is cool.” you smile down at him, and he matches your expression. you let your hands wander to the nape of his neck, lightly scratching at his hair.

he sits up, pressing his chest into yours, nose inches from your own. something is starting to feel oddly familiar.

“and if i kissed you? that’d be super cool right?”

“the coolest.”

his hands come back up to cup your cheeks as he brings his lips to yours gently. you gasp out in shock. they’re softer than they were in your dream, and he doesn’t taste like mint. he tastes more like mango. probably all the damn body armor, you think to yourself.

as he deepens the kiss, slowly and sweetly, you reach over and pinch yourself.

“did you just… pinch your arm?” he asks, breaking away from your lips to catch his breath.

“yeah… so you know how i looked like a sweaty disheveled mess when you got here?”

“i’m familiar. you still do.”

you smack his arm. “well i was… kinda…” you start, then you bury your face in his neck.

“you were whacking it?” he laughs, tipping his head back.

“no fucker, i wasn’t whacking it.” you laugh too. “but i was having a pretty good sex dream. involving you. and me. and a lot of manhandling.”

you can feel your cheeks heating, your heart is beating hard again. “is that so?” he asks, teasing you again. “you wanna re-enact it?”

hell no. nope. this isn’t happening again. you can’t be, you aren’t dreaming again right?

you hop off his lap and run to the kitchen, turning on the cold tap and splashing water all over your face. you’re definitely awake. joe hops off the couch after you, laughing at your dramatics, something he’s very used to. before you know what’s happening, he’s rearing back and smacking your ass. hard.

“JOE!” you scream, jumping forward. “what, i figured that’d show you that you’re awake.” he shrugs, leaning against the counter smugly. you grab a cup from the cabinet, filling it with some of the cold water before finally turning off the faucet. you walk forward a few inches toward joe. “don’t start something you can’t finish.” he warns, wagging a finger at you. you start to tip the cup, but he’s moved in a flash, running out of the kitchen and down the hall.

you peek around the corner and joe is nowhere to be found. tiptoeing your way down the hall, you look into the bathroom quickly to see if joe’s hiding there. he isn’t. you keep walking, almost to your room. before you register what’s happening, a hard body is leaping at you then pressing you to the wall. the cup of cold water is spilled all over you as a result.

he’s laughing, face inches from your own. “what the hell, joe!” you exclaim, but soon you’re laughing too. joe leans back in to kiss you again and you gladly accept his lips, loving how they mold with your own.

he mumbles a little “jump” into your kiss, so you do and wrap your legs around his waist. your hands find his hair again, you weave your fingers between the shorts strands and tug lightly, earning a groan in response. joe nips at your bottom lip, pulling it slightly with his teeth.

he pulls back from the wall with your body still wrapped around his and walks you into your bedroom, and all of this is beginning to feel oddly familiar again. he tosses you on the bed. you look up at him with lustful eyes as he stares back at you. the air in the room is thick, heady.

“joey…” you breathe out, your voice lower than usual. your tone is dripping with arousal. you watch joe swallow, knowing he’s just as turned on as you. he’s in this moment too. as you’re peeling your now cold wet shirt off your body, you hear him respond.

“yeah, baby?”

his voice is deeper too. he sounds so gruff, so sexy, it’s almost like you can feel him speaking between your legs. whatever is happening in this moment is like your dream to the max. arousal and sexual tension to the nth degree.

“there’s something that didn’t happen in my dream that i really wanna do, is that okay?”

you slide off the bed and onto your knees, crawling forward a bit until you’re directly in front of him. “and what’s that?” he lilts, smirk crawling across his face again.

“i wanna suck your dick, joe.” you rasp. you watch as he tilts his head back, his eyes rolling. a small “fuck” escapes his lips. from your position on the floor you can see that’s at least half hard in his shorts. you reach up and grab the waistband, tugging his shorts down. joe shrugs his shirt off at the same time, leaving him completely bare to you.

his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. somehow, someway, it’s bigger than what you imagined in your dream. you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips, sticking out your tongue to kitten lick at his tip teasingly. you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off.

what won’t fit into your mouth is being worked by your hand, in quick motions. you look up at joe through your eyelashes and he thinks he could cum right then. slurping sounds fill the room as you take him into your mouth eagerly, over and over again.

joe suddenly looks at you before grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “you want rough, right?” he rasps, his eyes hooded.

“mmmph… mhm.” you mumble, never removing his cock from your mouth. “tsk-tsk. talking with your mouthful. so rude.” he teases.

his hands tighten in your hair and he gives you one final glance before taking over control and beginning to fuck your mouth. you let your hand drop as joe finds a rhythm, pumping his hips forward as he holds your head into place.

tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, your lips are starting to get sore, but you don’t care. the fact that joe is using you so roughly to get himself off is almost enough to have you creaming in your panties. after a few minutes of joe’s relentless face-fucking, you feel his hips stutter, but before he cums he pulls out from your mouth with a loud pop.

“stand up.” he commands, his voice low and gravelly. you rise to your feet before him, craning your neck up so you can look into his eyes. he lifts you again, your legs wrapping around his waist. he walks you closer to the bed again, plopping you down onto it.

he’s still standing above you, his gaze is giving you chills. it’s almost like a switch has flipped, like he remembered suddenly how this all came to fruition. that you love how much bigger he is than you, you fantasize about him throwing you around, and he intends to use that to his advantage.

“strip.”

you stay still for a few seconds as you try to process what’s happening and gauge joe’s reactions, but when he repeats himself you strip immediately, starting by unclasping your bra and then taking off your shorts and panties, tossing them aside aimlessly. you lay bare before him and, just like your dream, you feel confident. his eyes rake over your form and he licks his lips.

joe leans over you, finally climbing into your bed, slotting his knee between your legs. “look at you, all spread out. you’re perfect, y/n. fucking perfect.” you shudder.

he brushes your hair away from your neck and starts kissing along the column, the tip of his nose occasionally brushing your ear lobe. your soft moans fill the room, but you let out a sharp gasp as he moves his leg up, pressing his thigh against your core. joe chuckles against your throat.

“joey, i can’t take it anymore, please.” you beg, scratching at his shoulders. he moves away from your neck slowly, you can see his pupils blown wide as his eyes once again rake over your naked body. you grind down on his leg, searching for something, any kind of friction to ease the ache in your already soaking wet core.

he begins kissing your lips again, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip and you part them for him, his tongue melding with your own. he snakes a hand down your body as he moves his thigh away from you, and you whine at the loss of contact. his kisses trail down your throat again, over the soft planes of your collarbones, and onto your chest. his tongue slowly drags over your nipple, flicking around the hard bud.

finally, his hand makes its way between your legs, the tips of his calloused fingers making contact with your swollen clit. he slides his hand lower to gather some of your wetness before rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“j-joey, ah fuck..” you moan out, pressing yourself down into his hand. “please fuck me, joe. i need it so bad.”

you’ve never been more sexually frustrated than you are in this moment. even though you’re with joe, he’s touching and kissing you, your burning desire and needs aren’t being satiated. you need him to fuck you, rough and hard.

“needy, huh?” he laughs, kissing the valley between your breasts. you want to answer, but the words get caught in your throat and instead you just let out a strangled whine. joe smirks, wondering if you’ll get there just from him touching your clit. he lowers his hand, dipping two fingers into you as his thumb takes over your clit, your body jerks as a reaction.

you arch your back off the bed, pressing down as hard as you can onto joe’s fingers as he works them in and out of you. when he suddenly stops, you scream frustratedly.

“calm down, princess.” he says, his smarmy tone filling your ears and making you want to slap him. you look down, watching joe as he finally grabs his hard length and strokes it a few times. he slowly presses his tip into you and you whine at the stretch of him. your eyes are screwed closed, your breath coming out in short puffs as he inches forward slowly, until he’s completely seated inside you.

“it’s so big joe,” you groan, your voice completely fucked out.

“or maybe you’re just really small, baby.”

what a fucker, you think. he grabs your legs at the thighs and brings them up, hooking your knees over his shoulders. he pressed his weight into you so that your knees are next to your head, and from this position you can feel everything. every inch, every vein. it’s euphoric.

his hips start moving finally, and you bite your arm to stifle a loud scream that threatens to break through your lips. joe roughly moves your arm away from your face.

“fuck no, let me hear you. let everyone around hear who’s making you feel this good.” his dominance reverberates through your bones. maybe this is what heaven is like?

you don’t say anything, but you allow every sound, every breath and gasp of pleasure fall from your gaping maw as joe pounds you relentlessly into your mattress.

“you look so pretty like this baby, you’re taking it so well. thought it’d be to big for you.” he teases, his hand finding your throat. once again, something similar to your dream. but this is reality, and that makes it a thousand times better. “joe, i’m so close.. please, i’m..”

although his actions are dominant, the way he’s pressed against you, his large frame caging your much smaller one against the bed, and his large hands are holding you down, the sincere love and affection that’s shown in his eyes is what’s going to take you right to that edge and drop you off.

“open your mouth.” he commands. you do as you are told, too into the moment to even argue. you part your lips, and suddenly joe is spitting right into your mouth. “swallow it.” who are you to say no?

you obey him. his hand finds your clit once more and after a few erratic strokes of his fingertips over your swollen bud you’re coming, harder than you ever have before. every nerve ending in your body is set ablaze, white hot fire spreading over your skin.

in this moment, all you know is joe.

your orgasm prompts his own as your heat tightens around him, and after a few pumps he’s filling you up before falling forward and pressing his sweaty forehead against your own. your eyes are still closed, but you know he’s smiling. you’re smiling too.

joe pulls out of you and you both hiss. you feel him move from the bed, and you hear his footsteps pattering down the hall to your bathroom as he turns the shower on. when he comes back, your eyes are open, waiting to see his face.

“come on,” he says, lifting you up. “let’s go clean up.”

he helps you stand in the shower, and the intimacy of the moment feels easy for you both, it’s comfortable. you’re thankful for that. he helps you wash, your body and your hair, and then the two of you stand under the hot stream and laugh and talk after joe finishes cleaning himself.

as he helps you out from the shower, you can’t help but tease him. “risky move there cumming inside me, by the way. you want children this young? in your prime?”

“i know you’re on the pill, y/n. i know everything about you. plus, a kid with you wouldn’t be so bad.”

you’re instantly flustered at his answer, but you quickly brush it off. you keep talking as you both make your way down the hall and back to your room. “if you know everything about me then what am i thinking right now?”

he laughs as he walks into your closet, rummaging through a stack of his clothes that you keep there for him. he foregoes boxers, which makes you giggle, and you bite your lip as you watch him pull the pair of sweatpants he chose up over his ass. you make a mental note to get a handful of it soon.

he turns around, tossing you one of his old college shirts. “you’re thinking ‘wow, i really wanna order thai food and watch scream with my sexy hot best friend who just rocked my entire world.’ sound accurate?”

you laugh at his statement, but you agree. “damn joey, you’re good.” you walk over to your dresser to grab a pair of panties, slipping them on below the shirt joe gave you.

the two of you go out to your living room as you order your food and joe preps for the movie. the rest of your evening is spent cuddled up as you eat together and relax, another one of those moments of comfortable silence between you. the simplicity of just enjoying each other’s presence, something you both love.

you fall asleep with your head on joe’s chest, the soft lull of his breathing and the beating of his heart helping ease you into a lovely slumber.

wake in the morning, it’s because of a shrill ringing. this is familiar, you think. your body almost slips into panic mode, because no the fuck you did not dream this shit again, but when you feel joe’s hard body pressed against yours, and in nothing but gray sweatpants, you thank every god you can think of.

you look over to one of your end tables, noticing it’s his phone that’s ringing. from where you are, you can barely see it, so you crane your neck up to get a better look. you can see a girl's name and contact photo lighting up the screen.

okay, you tell yourself, don’t panic. he has a lot of friends and stuff. just wake joe up so he can answer it.

you shake him awake, his groggy eyes taking a moment to open.

“morning y/n.” he says, finally looking at you. you pick at your thumbnail nervously. “morning joey. your um- your phone was ringing.”

he reaches for it, tapping the screen to see his notifications. you see his expression drop, which makes you feel even more nervous.

“it’s my friend kate,” he starts, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. “i told her we could have brunch this morning since i didn’t figure i’d be busy… but that was before we— i didn’t know how our talk would go.” his guilty tone lets you know everything you need to know, that more than brunch was being planned.

you slide off the couch, walking back toward your room. joe is quick to follow. you turn, stopping him by placing a firm hand to his chest. “go have brunch, have a good time.” your small, defeated voice pierces joe right through the heart.

“y/n, please. i love you, i told you i love you. i want you to be mine. that’s all i want, from now til forever. just, let me explain all that to kate, okay? and then i’ll be back. we’ll spend the whole day together. does that sound good?” he’s groveling, you can tell. you can’t really be mad at him, because he made these plans prior to what has just happened between you, but you’re reminded of what he told you yesterday, and that pisses you off.

“fine, joey. go. we’ll talk when you get back.” you bite, turning on your heel and stalking off to your room, slamming the door behind you.

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wrapped up

josh kiszka x female reader

a/n: i posted this last year for christmas and after some digging i got it back… MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 💗

warnings: explicit sexual content. 18+ only or you will be blocked.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama @onedirection5sosmademebroke-blog

christmas time was your favorite time of year. you loved all the festivities, the baking, being able to spend time with your loved ones. this year was the first christmas you would be spending with josh’s family, and you were so excited to travel to frankenmuth with him and his brothers.

you were greeted with such a warm welcome from his family, a feeling you’d anticipated— but once it happened you were over the moon. they were so loving and accepting to you. throughout the week you were able to meet extended family and old friends, and you were elated.

when christmas eve came, you all gathered up in the living room so you could hand out your gifts to each other. you practically forced josh to wear matching pajamas with you, which his mother found adorable. his parents got everyone a little something, which you thought was sweet, and all the siblings got each other something as well.

when it finally came time for you to exchange gifts with josh, you handed his present over excitedly. you’d gotten him a new vinyl, the soundtrack to stanley kubrick’s eyes wide shut, and he freaked out with joy the minute he opened it. “thank you,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “i love it so much.”

he reached out to grab a small bag from under the tree for you, and handed it to you happily. the first thing you noticed inside was a small jewelry box, so you took it out and opened it first. inside the box was a silver necklace with a small sun pendant. it had rhinestones around the outside, decorating the sun-rays.

you smiled happily when you noticed jake had gotten his girlfriend a matching one, but her necklace was gold and the pendant was the moon. you hugged josh softly and thanked him, the gift was super special to you. you let him clasp it around your neck and then you cuddled into his side to watch a movie and drink cocoa with his family.

one by one everyone left to go to bed, you and josh being the last two left awake. through the evening, neither of you had been able to break physical contact with the other, you’d always had skin touching somewhere. you would be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little bothered.

you finished the movie together and then you let him lead you down the hallway to his old bedroom, and he opened the door and guided you in. it was clean, you assumed karen had kept it that way, and most of his old stuff was in boxes. you noticed a few posters still taped along the walls and you giggled.

he closed the door and walked over to the bed, quickly removing his pajamas. “what was the point of matching pajamas if you’re not sleeping in them?” you question.

he used his right hand to tousle his hair and you admired the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he lifted it. “too hot to wear clothes to bed, you know that.”

“yes josh, you’re like a furnace… but i thought it would be cute.” you told him, poking out your lip in a fake pout.

he walked over and flipped off the light before crawling into the bed and opening the covers for you. you slid in next to him and chuckled as he pulled your back flush to his front. “what we’re about to do in this bed is going to be very far from cute” he whispered, his voice an octave lower than before.

a shiver ran through you as you felt his fingers slip under the hem of your blouse and skirt up your side. “what exactly are we doing, joshua?” you asked, laughing as he tickled you. instead of answering with words, he moved so he could straddle your legs and then he hiked up your shirt so he could press kisses into your skin. “josh!” you whisper yell at him, “your parents are right across the hall!”

he slid his fingers beneath the band of your sleep shorts before looking up to make eye contact with you. “well, i guess you’ll have to be quiet then” he said, tearing your shorts down your legs. you squealed at his action and kicked him lightly. he grabbed your ankles and pressed soft kisses down your leg before biting down on your thigh.

once his face was hovering above your heat you were practically mewling for him to touch you, but he made it a point to tease you as much as he could first. he continued to kiss and nip at your thighs and the light scratch of his mustache on your skin was driving you crazy as it only added to your pleasure.

he slowly made his way toward your center and blew cold air onto your clit before leaning in and teasing it gently with his tongue. a soft whimper left your lips and he smacked your thigh before pulling off of you. “i said be quiet. if you can’t be quiet then i’ll stop.”

you shook your head yes at him, signaling that you’d stay silent, and so he leaned back in and began to press soft kisses to your clit as one of his nimble fingers prodded at your hole. you felt him gather up some of your wetness before he slipped his finger in, and you fisted the sheet and bit your lip in an attempt to make no noise.

you felt him chuckle against you and you wanted to slap him for being so smug, but he added a second finger and you felt your brain go fuzzy for a moment. he continued to roll his tongue around your clit and your orgasm began to approach way faster than you’d anticipated.

you thread your fingers through his hair to pull him closer to you, and he reacted by adding a third finger and then sucking on your clit harshly. your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and as the wave of pleasure washed over you a small squeal left your lips.

josh removed himself from you and kissed his way up your body, lingering a bit over your tummy and again once he reached your neck. you felt his tongue trace across the hollow of your throat before he kissed your jaw and then your lips. he pulled away and made eye contact with you, allowing you to catch a mischievous glint in his eye.

“joshua… what are you up to?”

he smirks at you before you feel him slide his hand under the pillows and when he pulls it out, he’s holding a santa hat. “merry fuckin’ christmas” he whispers, sitting up on his knees and pulling the hat on to his head. “you are so ridiculous!” you laugh, ducking away from him as he tries to kiss you again.

“at least i didn’t put a bow on my dick.”

this time, you reach out and cup his cheeks before bringing his lips to yours. you graze his bottom lip with your teeth and you feel him groan as you slip your tongue into his mouth. you can see him shimmy his boxers down his legs and he breaks your kiss so he can slip them off his ankles. he repositions himself between your legs and you watch him stroke himself a few times, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“you want it?” he teases, and you laugh. “please?” you ask, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes. he runs his length through your folds before slipping himself inside of you, and a low growl escapes his throat. you whine instinctively as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, and you can see a frustrated look cross his eyes. as he begins to move faster, the rickety bed he slept in his entire childhood begins to creak, and you laugh as the headboard smacks against the wall. he yanks a pillow up from next to your head and shoves it between the bed and the wall, muffling the noise.

he leans closer to you and kisses the shell of your ear. you feel him move a hand onto your tummy just above your pelvis and then he asks you, “do you feel me there, mama?”

a low moan escapes your throat at his words and he nips at your earlobe quickly before pulling away and making eye contact with you. he stared at you with an angered look in his eye and you knew he was getting mad at you for making too much noise.

“i said to be quiet” josh spat, rolling his hips into you harder. you used your hand to stifle another moan, but he was still displeased with all the sounds you were making.

“you’re such a bad girl, y/n. you need to learn how to listen” he told you, his tone taunting. “open your mouth” he commanded, so you let your lips fall open. before you could protest he had his pointer and middle fingers shoved inside.

you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on them gently before rolling your tongue around them as much as you could. he braced his other hand against your waist and started to fuck you even steadier than before. after a minute you couldn’t stand his fingers being in there anymore, so you pulled his hand from your mouth and pulled him down for a kiss. your lips met hungrily and after a few seconds you pulled away, craning your head to your left and sinking your teeth into his bicep.

a guttural sound escaped his lips and you giggled as he whipped the hat off his head and tossed it to the other side of the room. he continued pounding into you with a ruthless pace and you can feel your second orgasm building up quickly. “josh,” you whisper, pulling his face down to meet yours, “i’m about to cum.”

he slots his lips with yours and muffles your sounds as your second orgasm hits, and his approaches seconds later. you can feel him spill inside you and then he collapses on top of you, stray curls stuck to his forehead with sweat. he rests for a moment and then pulls out, rolling off of you and over to his side of the bed.

you turn to your side and ruffle his curls, and he smiles at you. “we should probably shower after that, yeah?” he questions, and you nod your head yes. he stands from the bed and slides his boxers back on before tossing you your pajama shorts. you slip them up your legs and stand up, letting out a soft squeak as he throws you over his shoulder to exit the room. “what the hell are you doing?!” you whisper scream, and he laughs before replying “i’m santa and you’re my sack of gifts!”

you let him carry you to the bathroom and you shower, making a deal that you’d wash each other’s hair. once you were done you dried off with his favorite fluffy white towels and then you went back to his room to go to sleep, excited for all the christmas day festivities you’d get to partake in tomorrow.

-

you woke up early, around 7:30am, and you rolled over to see josh already awake as well. “come on, let’s get ready and go downstairs. mom always makes a huge breakfast.”

you got dressed for the day and walked with him hand-in-hand to the kitchen where you found his mom and sister cooking. the food wasn’t quite ready yet, but there was a fresh pot of coffee, so you poured yourself a mug and fixed it to your liking.

you walked into the den to find josh with his brothers, and you sat next to him on the couch. he pressed himself lovingly into your side as you sipped at your beverage, and you listened to their conversation.

your eyes widened once you heard sam say “i heard a loud thud last night, no clue what it was!” he stood from the couch and walked away, going off to find his dad.

josh rubbed your hand softly before standing himself and following sam, leaving you and jake alone. “i know what the thud was” jake said, a smirk gracing his features. you were the next to stand to leave, but before you could walk out he was by your side, speaking into your ear. “oh josh!” he mocked you, his tone high-pitched, and you smacked his arm. “shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” you asked him, annoyance evident in your tone, but he only responded with a laugh.

“she’s still asleep, silly. someone kept her up all night.”

[jakekiszska]

If no one writes a vampire!greta fic after all these historical AI pictures…I’m gonna be really disappointed.

[jakekiszska]

thank you for including my fic! i also have a halloween themed fic for josh called Cosmic Kiss (alien!josh.) it’s in my masterlist.

i would also recommend Bitten and Jakenstein by @alwayzthere! Bitten is a vampire!reader x josh fic and it is so captivating and expertly written. Jakenstein is a daunting yet shy doctor and reader is his assistant. there are two parts but they’ve been melded together to create the perfect creepy yet sexy love story.

i’m also quite sure everyone in this fandom has read Lazarus and Abaddon by @garbagevanfleet, but i always have to recommend them because, no exaggeration, they have been quite life changing to me.

you can find these fics in their respective masterlists. 🤍 these works are all 18+.

Any spooky fic recs people??

[jakekiszska]

sticky sweet

vampire!jake kiszka x female!reader

a/n: finally vampire!jake is back. this is another fic i posted in october of last year on my old blog, stardustschords. i have edited it slightly and added more. 🤍

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. mentions of drinking, mentions of blood.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @singingmangoes @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama @bluevelvetgvf

the music inside the club was loud. incredibly loud, droning, vibrating through the floor and up into the warm bodies. it was pissing jake off.

“such a pretty face, on a pretty neck, she’s driving me crazy… but i’m into it…,” he heard blaring over the speakers. a few girls at a table nearby drunkenly sang along, butchering the words.

jake scoffed as he stepped into the crowd, eyeing the people as they danced around. he hated the music… the scenery… he had a general disdain for human activity. but, he needed to feed.

every year he chose the club scene to pick his prey— the victims were usually more willing here, intoxicated and invited in by his pretty face. it usually didn’t take him long to find someone and go in for the kill, but this time, it was different. the air in the club felt off… there was something amiss.

he’d roamed around for a moment before he spotted you, sitting at the bar tapping at your phone. if he’d been breathing, the saccharine sweet scent rolling off your body would’ve knocked the air from his lungs. he sauntered over to you, hopping up on to the neighboring barstool. he turned his body to face yours and asked, “can i buy you a drink?”

you look up at him, intrigued by what you saw sitting before you. he wasn’t a tall man, maybe average height, and he had long dark hair that had the slightest wave to it. he wore black jeans, shoes, and a long sleeved black shirt. he also wore large framed sunglasses, which you found strange… but also sexy.

“no, but thank you. i don’t drink.” you answer.

he huffed a laugh before responding, “neither do i.”

“why are you at the club, then?” he questioned, and it’s your turn to laugh when you counter, “why are you?”

“touchè.”

you looked back down at your phone, mesmerized by an influx of messages coming in from your friends, when you felt him reach out and graze a finger lightly over a vein the back of your hand. “can i help you?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, and he chuckles. “sorry. your skin just looked really soft.”

you shake your head, refocusing your attention to your phone, and he lazily drags his fingers up your arm, stopping at the crease of your elbow. you shoot him a pointed glare, but all he does is chuckle. he runs his fingers along your skin again, and you shiver.

“wanna leave?” he asks, and you laugh, tipping your head back.

“are you crazy? we just met. i don’t even know your name.”

he leans close to you, his breath fanning your face, and whispers, “i’m jake.”

you suddenly feel drunk, though you’re sober, and you quietly mumble out, “y/n.”

he laughs, and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body off the stool and bracing you against his side. “c’mon, let me get you home.”

a million thoughts are swirling around inside your mind and you feel truly intoxicated. all you know is that this stranger, jake, is guiding you… and you’re letting him.

you make it to what you believe to be his car, and he helps you into the passenger seat, buckling you in. he walks around to the drivers side and gets in himself before asking you your address. you reluctantly share it with him, but to your surprise, he actually takes you to your place.

“let me help you inside.” he commands, and you nod at him. you give him your key so he can unlock the door, and he helps you through the frame before walking you towards the couch. you let your body slump into it, your vision hazy, and you see jake kneel before you. you look up at him, and you have the sudden urge to thread your fingers through his hair… so you do.

“jake. you’re so pretty. can i see your eyes, please?” you ask, your tone slightly whiny. you’re wondering why his sunglasses are still on. he stifles a laugh, but he figures he’s about to kill you anyway, so it doesn’t matter. he pulls his glasses off but keeps his eyes closed, and you suck in a breath when you notice he’s got smudged black eye makeup framing his eyes. you never knew something like that could get you going, but it did.

“open them… please?” you plead, and he does, very slowly. his irises are jet black, and you suck in a harsh breath. a slow, dark laugh begins to pour itself from his lips, and you’re more terrified of how turned on you are than anything else. “jake… i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?” you ask, and he stops laughing instantly, his glare turning cold.

in all his years, jake had never felt emotion like this. he’d never indulged in his prey, never let them kiss him, touch him… he always simply went for the kill. he hated humans… but with you it felt different. he blinked slowly before looking you up and down, and then he nodded. “yes. you can kiss me.”

the minute you connect your lips to his you feel electric shocks pulsate through your body. unbeknownst to you, jake feels the same. he stands from his position in front of you to lean over your body, and you use your grip in his hair to pull him down on top of you. his arms meet the couch on either side of your head and he crawls to hover over you, slipping a knee between your legs.

you slide your tongue past his lips, and you gasp when you feel that the inside of his mouth is cool, inviting you in like sweet mint. you lick across the roof of his mouth before sliding your tongue along the back of his teeth, and you gasp as your tongue meets the sharp edge of what you think is a fang. although it scares you, you’re so caught up in the euphoria of what you’re doing, you can’t bring yourself to actually care.

you remove your hands from his hair, raking your nails down his still clothed back. once your fingertips reach the hem of his shirt, you tug on it, signaling that you want it off. he obliges, reaching an arm behind his back and grabbing the neckline of the tee, pulling it off in one go. you admire his toned, tanned abdomen, skirting your fingers down his chest.

you look up and meet his gaze, watching as he smirks at you. you can tell he wants your shirt off too, so you pull it over your head, leaving your silky black bra exposed. he groans above you before sliding an arm up your back and tangling his fingers into your hair at the base of your neck. you gasp as he tugs lightly, and he suddenly flips you so that he’s sitting against the couch with you on top of him.

from the new position in his lap you could easily maneuver your arms around his neck, so you wrapped them around his throat. you brushed the hair off his shoulder and leaned in to press a kiss to his collarbone, eliciting a gasp from his lips. you watched his eyes screw shut in pleasure, and you licked a stripe up his neck. his skin tasted sweet, like warm butterscotch melting onto your tongue, and you peppered kisses along his jaw before meeting his lips again.

you felt his hands dance along your sides before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. you shrug it off and then you moan as you feel him thumb over your nipple. “fuck, jake…” you sigh, and you can feel him smile against your lips. he pushes you back slightly to break the kiss before leaning down to flick your nipple with his tongue. he keeps eye contact with you as he continues to swirl his tongue around it, using his pointer finger and thumb to squeeze the other one. you lean back, arching forward into him before you hear him command, “take them off.”

you know he wants you to fully undress, but you make sure he knows that he has to as well. you stand from your place atop him and unbutton your jeans, attempting to take them off sensually. he laughs at your before undoing the clasp of his belt and then unbuttoning his own jeans. he pulls them off, along with his underwear, and you watch as his cock springs up against his abdomen. you slide your panties down your legs next, and then you look at him with your head turned slightly, a silent plea to take him between your lips.

he doesn’t give you an explicit answer, so you drop to your knees before him, wrapping your hand slowly around the base. you bring your lips down to the tip, sticking your tongue out slowly to lick across the slit. you can see him tip his head back, a soft moan escaping him. you take the tip into your mouth slowly, teasing him. you learn quickly that his patience is thin, because he threads his fingers through your hair again and tugs you off of him. he holds your head steady and takes himself into his own hand, slapping his cock against your cheek. “we’re gonna do this at my pace, okay?” he breathes, and you nod your head the best you can.

you open your mouth for him again and he slides you down onto his length until it hits the back of your throat, and you gag. immediately he begins to fuck your face, and tears sting at the corner of your eyes. you try to keep your eyes open to look at him, but you falter every now and then. you’re caught up in the pleasure of it, hanging on to every broken sound and curse that leaves his lips. without warning he pulls you off completely, and you almost mourn the loss of contact. “please…” you hear him start, his voice distant, “i need to fuck you.”

you climb back into his lap and position yourself above him, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding it through your folds before sinking down onto him. you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, digging crescent shapes into his shoulders with your nails. he barely gives you any time to adjust before grabbing you by your hips and slowly rocking you back and forth. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down and you let out an audible scream.

once you regain the slightest bit of composure you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage and gyrate your hips around him slowly before you start to ride him. he holds you by your sides, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut. you reach down a hand to rub circles onto your clit but before you can, he smacks your arm away and does it himself. strings of pleasure attach themselves to every nerve ending in your body as you work yourselves closer to the edge.

“jake, i-i’m… i’m gonna cum,” you manage to stutter out, pleasure overtaking your body. before you can, he reaches out and grasps your jaw, turning your head to expose your neck and making sure you can’t move. as he continues to fuck up into you, sending you over the edge with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever experienced, he sinks his teeth into your neck. he holds your head steady as you writhe on top of him, a mixture of the overwhelming pain and pleasure. after a few moments he pulls away, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

your body slumps forward, blood streaming down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, dripping all over your body and his. you connect your lips to his, tasting your own blood in his mouth, and he lets out a soft moan before chuckling.

the lyrics from the song in the club come back to him, and he laughs at the irony of the words as the hot stream of blood running down your neck drips onto his body.

“hard candy dripping on me til’ my feet are wet.” replays in his head.

you begin to quickly lose conciousness, and he pulls of off of him before laying you on your side, your head lulling over. he’d refrained from draining your body— the atmosphere in the club had let him know his other half had been nearby.

he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, “my mate. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

[jakekiszska]

guitar pick

jake kiszka x female!reader

a/n: i hacked tumblr so hard to get this fic back, the most popular gvf fic i ever posted. dedicated to my sweet @bluevelvetgvf for the request that inspired this nearly a year ago. i hope you all enjoy this one again. 🥹

warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni! teasing, dirty talk, penetrative sex, horny for pick in mouth jake.

tags: pls let me know if you’d like to be added or removed. @alwayzthere @strangersingold @garbagevanfleet @harmonyhous @obetrolncocktails @godlygreta @gardenvanfleet @singingmangoes @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @teddiie @gretavanfleas @brokenbellz @jordierama

you’d just been hired on as a roadie for one of your favorite bands, greta van fleet. it felt so surreal to finally be working in your dream career, and having your first tour with a band you loved made it that much better.

you’d instantly bonded with a few members of the road crew, they’d taken you under their wing, and for the first few days you learned the ins and outs of the boys equipment and how to get them rigged.

after about a week you’d gotten the hang of it, and you loved to watch the boys play. you didn’t get to stay and see it all very often, though you wanted to, but what you had seen live was just as good as their studio recordings.

right before the tour kicked off, some of your fellow roadie friends and the boys decided to have a few drinks, and they invited you along, to which you happily agreed. you dressed simply for the evening, and you were excited to get to see how they were off stage and in person.

you rode along with your friends, and they took you to the boy’s apartment. you stepped inside and the four of them greeted your crewmates, and then turned to you. josh was the first to speak up, asking your name, and after you told him he gave you a tight hug.

“it’ll be nice to have you join us on tour,” jake said, running a hand through his hair, “it was impressive to see how quickly you learned everything.”

you tried your hardest not to swoon at his words— jake was your favorite member of the band by a longshot. you loved all four of them indefinitely, but there was something about him. he had a certain je ne sais quoi— you couldn’t put your finger on it. all you knew was that he was probably the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on, and he was talking to you.

scanning the room, you noticed everyone having separate conversations, and when you looked back to jake he had a smug look painted on his face. he leaned in slowly and whispered “pick your jaw up off the floor” before walking across to the kitchen to grab himself a drink.

as you watch him walk away, you feel a blush creep to your cheeks, but you try your hardest to play it cool. you walk over and join into a conversation between sam and a few friends, and you find that his laugh is just as delightful in person. he tried to include you in the conversation often, and you appreciated that.

you suddenly had the sinking feeling someone was watching you, so you looked up from your conversation and made eye contact with jake. he shot you a wink as he blew out the smoke from the cigarette he’d been puffing on, so you rolled your eyes in response.

you hear him laugh from his place in the kitchen, but you can’t be bothered to look at him anymore. you just ease back in to the conversation around you and try to pretend that you aren’t getting bothered by jake’s teasing demeanor.

about twenty minutes later, some of your friends begin to beg the boys to play something for them, so they reluctantly agree. you walk down the hall and see their studio room. you watch as sam and jake get ready and hook up to their amps, and daniel pulls out a box drum and takes a seat on top of it.

they begin to play and josh starts singing, and you can feel serotonin wash over your body. it’s been amazing every time you’d heard them play, but in this setting it was even more incredible. you bobbed your head along to the music, and you were happy to see everyone was enjoying themselves.

once they were done, everyone except jake left the room, and he asked you to stay back with him. he said he needed to show you something involving his rig, so you walked back into the room and over to where he was.

he smiled at you, and to your surprise he did have to show you something. you tried your best to memorize what he told you, and you made a mental note of it. when he was done explaining he walked over to a couch against the west wall of the room, and sat down on the edge of it. “you seemed to enjoy the music a lot, i saw you mouthing the words. were you a fan before you got to come on tour?” he asked, and you shook your head yes.

“hmm… interesting” he teased, leaning forward so his elbows were on his knees. “who’s your favorite?” he taunted, and you felt the back of your neck get hot. “you are, jake” you say reluctantly, and you see a sly smile spread across his face. “oh yeah? that’s cute.”

suddenly, feeling bold, you decide to tell him you’d wanted to come see them on tour before, but you’d never been able to. “i’d always fantasized about being at the barricade, being one of those girls who screamed ‘i love you jake! can i have your pick please?’”

he smiled at your confession before laughing and digging a pick from the front pocket of his jeans. “like this one?” he asked, and you told him yes. “you want it?” he questioned again, tone still cocky, and you respond “yeah, you gonna give it to me?”

“you can have the pick,” he says, leaning back on the couch and putting his arms behind his head, “but you have to come get it.”

“uh, i-i” you stutter, unable to form a coherent sentence at the boldness of his words. “okay, look,” he begins again, “maybe i read the tone wrong. if you don’t want me like i think you do, say so. in that case i’ll hand you the pick and we can be done with this. but if i didn’t read it wrong, and you do want me, then come and get it.”

he flicks the pick between two fingers teasingly and then places it in his mouth, holding it with his teeth.

you move towards him, though the actions feel foreign to you, and when you approach him you reach out to pull the pick from between his teeth with your fingers. he catches your hand, rubbing slow circles into your wrist with calloused fingers, and uses his free hand to pull the pick from his mouth. “if you want it, you gotta get it the way it’s being given” he says, and places the pick back into his mouth.

you suck in a sharp breath before leaning in to him, attempting to grab it from his mouth with your own. before you can close your teeth over it, he lets it fall into his mouth, and you see it laying on his tongue. you realize he isn’t going to play fairly, so you bite the bullet.

you climb over him, straddling his body with your thighs on either side of him, and you connect your lips to his. you feel him press the pick against your lips, and you let him push it into your mouth and onto your tongue. once it’s in your mouth, you reach up and grab it, taking it out and slipping it into your pocket. you look down and make eye contact with jake, and you decide you’re already here, so fuck it.

you connect your lips with his again, this time with a purpose, and you smile as you feel him run his hands along your sides. a soft moan leaves his lips as you push yourself forward into him, and you slowly tangle your fingers into his hair as you deepen the kiss.

he prods his tongue against your bottom lip and you allow him entry, so he licks a hot stripe against the roof of your mouth before rolling his tongue around your own. he slides his hands up the back of your shirt and unclasps your bra, so you work to quickly remove it so that he can continue his plan of action.

he slides his hand beneath your shirt and uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch one of your nipples and then slowly roll it. you moan into his mouth and he swallows the sound, continuing to kiss you fervently. without realizing, you begin rocking your hips into him, desperate for some friction.

“you okay baby?” he asks, breaking the kiss. “you getting worked up?”

you blush, but you don’t let him take the upper hand this time. “i don’t know, jakey. judging by the tent you’re pitching in your pants it seems like you’re getting worked up too.”

“those are bold words you’re using, young lady” he quips back, and then stands without warning. he lifts you effortlessly and places your back against the seat of the couch before getting on top of you, his body hovering over yours. you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you, kissing him again, and you feel him laugh into you.

“what’s so funny?” you question, arching up into him to gain more friction, and he laughs again before asking you, “don’t you think they’ll be wondering what we’re doing in here?”

at this point, you didn’t care, and you made that known to jake. you felt him slowly work his hands down your body before reaching the clasp of your jeans, and you nodded at him to signal that it was okay. he undid them and pulled them swiftly down your legs before chuckling at the panties you’d chosen to wear. “i like your flowers,” he said, kissing your jaw, “they’re so cute. you’ll have to let me keep this pair.”

you smacked his arm and reached down to pull them down your legs, kicking them off once they were around your ankles. he moved off of you so he could rid himself of his pants as well, and then he returned between your legs. “you wanna just go for it?” he asks, and you reply, “just fuck me already.”

he slowly drags his length through your folds, teasing you, and taps the tip of his cock against your clit before he enters you agonizingly slowly.

the stretch of him burned, but the pain faded quickly to pleasure as you adjusted to his size. he rocked into you slowly a few times before grabbing your hips and beginning to set a ruthless pace. you brought an arm over your face and bit into your wrist to stifle your moans, and when you looked at jake his cocky smirk had returned. “what’s wrong, princess? you don’t want everyone else to hear who your favorite band member is?”

at his words, you almost scream, biting into your arm as hard as you could. he removed a hand from your waist and pulled your arm from your mouth, and you whimpered as he continued to drive into you. “jake, please,” you whine, “i’m gonna cum, please.”

he leans down to press a kiss to your throat before telling you “cum for me baby, let me feel you.”

you curl your toes and arch your back as your orgasm hits you, and jake presses his lips to yours to help you keep quiet. a few seconds later he pulls out of you, and uses his left hand to hike your shirt up your front while his right hand strokes his cock. moments later he’s shooting hot strands of cum all over your stomach, and your jaw drops at the sight. he moves from above you to go grab some tissues from a table in the corner, and helps you clean up.

you both get dressed together and you reach into your pocket to grab at the pick, stroking at it softly. “this is gonna be an interesting tour, isn’t it?” he asks you. “i don’t know,” you say, and this time your tone is teasing, “you tell me, pretty boy.”

[jakekiszska]

amending this to add, as andy biersack once said, fanfic is for FANS. not for the celebrity it’s written about. and first and foremost i write for me, and all of you guys just happen to enjoy the things i post which i appreciate more than i could explain. just food for thought 🤍

i just saw a tweet where someone had said something about my alien fic being weird and sick. please keep in mind that you don’t have to read work that doesn’t interest you and you also don’t have to comment on it either. it is a “halloween themed” fic by nature. it’s supposed to be weird and scary and freaky. just think next time before saying something that isn’t nice. thanks! 🤍🦋

[jakekiszska]

i just saw a tweet where someone had said something about my alien fic being weird and sick. please keep in mind that you don’t have to read work that doesn’t interest you and you also don’t have to comment on it either. it is a “halloween themed” fic by nature. it’s supposed to be weird and scary and freaky. just think next time before saying something that isn’t nice. thanks! 🤍🦋

[jakekiszska]

your touch

jake kiszka x female!reader

summary: you’re having a soft, lazy, snuggly yet sexy afternoon with your sweet boyfriend jake. title from your touch by the black keys.

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ only. body worship/praise kink, heavy teasing, spitting, maybe slight dacryphilia? also really tooth-rotting fluffiness.

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your day started off in the best way possible.

that of course was your opinion, but being snuggled up in jake’s arms was the perfect way to wake up. after a little while of morning pillow talk and cuddling, you decided to get up and have breakfast.

you liked to joke with jake that if you weren’t cooking for him and he was on the road that his ideal breakfast was black coffee and a stale cigarette, and that always made him laugh. today you decided to make a mutual favorite, chocolate chip waffles.

once breakfast was done you both lazed around the house, freshened yourselves up and just enjoyed having his company back home, even if no words were shared.

you were currently sat on the couch with a book in your lap and a steaming mug of tea on the end table next to you. jake sat across the room on the loveseat with his legs crossed and his acoustic guitar in his lap. he strummed a tune and hummed along to it lazily.

you watched him as he played and adoration filled your heart and your sight. jake took quick notice of your gaze on him. he halted his playing.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asked you, tilting his chin upward and raising his eyebrows. “i’m not looking at you like anything.” you tell him.

he stands up and slowly stalks towards you, his hands finding your hips as he leans over your still seated frame. “yes you are. i know that look.” he says, leaning his head into the junction of your neck and shoulder. he presses soft kisses into your skin and you giggle as you feel the scratch of his mustache.

“what’s the look then, jacob?” you ask him mid-laugh.

“it means you wanna do sex with me.” he tells you, his voice serious despite his ridiculous verbiage. you can’t hold back the loud laugh that’s now coming from you.

he pulls his face away from your neck and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “do you wanna do sex right now?” he asks, this time giggling himself. you smack him in the arm softly as he resumes kissing your neck. “what if i say no?” you question, and he pulls back again. “i will stop everything i am doing and move on.” he tells you sweetly. you brought his face to yours and began kissing him for a few moments.

once leaning became tiring he pulled away from you to sit back on the couch and he pulled you into his lap.

goosebumps prickled across your skin as his palms trailed the expanse of your exposed abdomen and settled back on your hips. his fingertips were warm, and while they were calloused from years of playing guitar, you always took notice at how smooth they felt, too.

your body arched involuntarily into his touch. he laughed into your neck as he placed soft kisses there. “you’re always so reactive to me. it’s flattering.”

your cheeks turned a deep shade of red and your body was hot all over as you choked out a soft “hmph.”

jake hadn’t meant to embarrass you. sensing that the way he worded that was incorrect, he pulled his face away from your neck to look at you. your hair tickled his face as you hovered over him. you watched his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the room.

“what i meant by that was,” he begins, pausing to brush a strand of hair from your face (and to watch you blush again), “i love the way you react to me. it’s endearing. it’s only you and me. there’s nothing to be ashamed over.” he keeps his eyes locked on yours as he speaks to you.

your body is still burning all over, and now you can feel the slick between your legs a million times more than you could before. he had you in the palm of his hand like you were putty. he knew it. he could mold you and shape you any way he wanted and you’d follow because you were so devoted to him.

but he wouldn’t do that. your jake was just as much devoted to you. he was just as reactive, always attentive. he leaned up to capture your lips in a kiss and you tried to hold back a moan so as not to give him the satisfaction.

he could tell what you were up to and began to tickle your sides lightly, causing you to gasp and giggle into what was quickly becoming a heated makeout. he repositioned you both so that he was mostly on top of you and your back was pressed to the cushions of the couch and you tangled your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.

he slid his tongue along your bottom lip and then into your mouth. you moaned when you felt his tongue exploring yours, and sliding along the roof of your mouth too. he pulled away from you for a second and asked, “open your mouth.”

you follow his command and open, moaning when he lets a string of saliva drop from his mouth to yours, and then actually he actually spits into your mouth. you swallow all of it and look at him with expectant eyes as he chuckles above you.

“just seeing what mood you were in.” he winks. with that, you slide out from under him and run down the hall to your room, shedding your clothes as you go. you lie down on the bed, fully naked except for your panties.

when he finally strolls into the room minutes later, he is also in nothing but underwear. he taps his chin with his finger and squints his eyes at you.

“so the mood is bratty, huh?”

you giggle and shake your head no. “here i was,” he says, crawling up onto the bed and hovering over you again, “telling you i love how you react to me… thinking you were being a good girl.”

he kisses at your neck again before biting down softly. “i am good, jakey. always good.”

he kisses you softly on the lips before trailing his kisses down your jaw, neck and stomach. “you’re good, huh? do you wanna show me you can be good?” he teases you.

“yes please!” you half-moan as he quickly pulls your panties down your legs. he pushes your knees apart and begins kissing your inner thighs. “look at these pretty thighs.” he compliments, squeezing one as he kisses the other. you can feel your face heat up.

he finally places his face between your legs, pointing his tongue to flick at your clit slowly. “taste so good, too.” he mumbles into you.

he licks a few more slow stripes along your clit before fully diving in and you writhe against him. you try to stay as still as possible but you lurch forward slightly when you feel two of his fingers slipping against your entrance. he looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye and asks, “do you want them in?”

“yes, jakey.”

he laughs at how small and desperate your voice sounds for him. he wants to push you further and tease you for not saying please, but he decides against it because you look so pretty and sweet for him right now.

he slides both fingers into you and curls them into your sweet spot as you rut against his tongue. he always knew how to pick you apart thread by thread and you never once complained about it. his other hand had been resting against your hip, rubbing soft circles into your skin, and you grab it and squeeze it to warn him that you’re cumming, too far gone to speak.

he continues his ministrations with his fingers and tongue until your climax is over, pulling you down deeply. once he can tell you’re finished he pulls away from you and crawls up the bed to be by your side, once again pushing your hair back from your sticky forehead gently.

“you okay?” he asks you playfully. “never been better. you gonna fuck me now or what?”

he sits up against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, gripping his cock and sliding the tip over your still sensitive clit. “how about you fuck me?” he teases you.

you take him in your hand and pump him a few times before sliding yourself down on his length. you have to wait a few seconds before you start moving because you feel so full it’s almost painful. you can see jake smirking at your expression.

you grab him by the chin and turn his face up to yours. “you’re lucky that face and those hands are your money makers. i’m gonna smack you if you don’t stop being so smug.”

“you liiiiiike it,” he taunts, bucking up into you. a small whine leaves your throat. you place your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to bounce up and down and he leans forward to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. his hand comes up to tweak at the other one as he thrusts upwards to help you out.

you feel yourself becoming so blissed out that you hardly notice your body moving. tears of pleasure lightly fall down your cheeks and jake wipes them away with his thumb.

“feels so good you’re crying, huh? that’s so cute. you’re so pretty, baby.” he coos. you can feel your second orgasm coming at you quickly as your thighs start to tense and shake above him. both of his hands find your hips and he begins pistoning his hips upward into you, knocking you both over the edge quickly.

he helps you off of him and you lie back against the bed as he goes to grab a warm rag to clean you both up.

when he crawls back in bed you immediately attach yourself to him and he laughs, running his hands through his hair. “well, that was a nice performance.” he begins, turning your face upward to meet his gaze. “i’d say yes, you are a good girl. however, threaten the ‘money-makers’ again and i’ll have to inform my HR department.”

you smack his chest and laugh, curling into his side and burying your face into his armpit.

you lay there and cuddle for a while before deciding to turn on a movie, halloween, one of your favorites. you don’t even make it through the first fifteen minutes before you’re both sound asleep.

[jakekiszska]

hard candy

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY 

pairing: reader x Josh summary: two words - cam. boy.  warnings: masturbation, watching pornographic content  Authors Notes: this is going to be more than one part, but i don’t know how many or when it/they will be posted. This fic is 100% inspired by Doja Cat’s “Cyber Sex” every fic of mine is edited by my best friend @gardenvanfleet​, and this moodboard by @dharma-divine​

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You just wanted to have a nice night. Between school, work, and social obligations, it wasn’t frequently that you found yourself with time you truly owned. But you had just started summer break, and that evening, you decided you were going to pamper yourself. As you got your card out to order Chinese, you imagined the thin plastic sprouting a pair of eyes just so it could give you a judgmental glare, but you squashed down the guilt, reminding yourself that you’d been so diligent at sticking to your budget all month and you deserved a treat. 

After rounding up your favorite blanket and softest pillows, you made a cozy nest on your couch and settled into it, bringing up a list of movies to watch while you ate. In the end, your food arrived before you’d made your choice, so you went with a tried-and-true favorite. Robert Stack’s comforting monotone talked you through an episode of Unsolved Mysteries while you guided orange chicken into your mouth without really paying attention to the task. 

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[jakekiszska]

addicted

jake kiszka x female reader

a/n: THIS WAS CO-WRITTEN BY MY LOVELY FRIEND @greta-van-fics ! PLS SHOW THEIR WORK ALL YOUR LOVE! inspired by the raunchy rock songs of the 00s. go listen to addicted by saving abel and fuck away the pain by divide the day. :)

warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, oral (m. & f. receiving, “hate-fucking”, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink.

taglist: @sparrowofthedawn @alwayzthere @mywaysooon @thatiloveyouso @brokenbellsos @garbagevanfleet @gardenvanfleet @thefleetofdreams @singingmangoes @gretavanhoney @euphoria-darling @greta-van-yeet @weightofdreams-gvf @theweightofstardust @flowervanfleet @idk-maddie

your car squealed to a stop as you slammed your breaks pulling into the parking deck at jake’s apartment complex. you hated yourself for coming here, but honestly, you lost your pride a while ago.

jake was your ex, but sometimes, your need to get fucked overpowered the hatred you held for him. the break-up was nasty, but nobody had ever made you feel the way jake could.

you’d built up so much stress, you’d recently broken up with the guy you got with right after jake, and all sorts of other trials had begun to present themselves. you stepped out of your car, slamming the door, and you walked to jake’s front door, rapping your fist against it.

he opened it and leaned against the frame, a smirk adorned on his face. he laughed, “to what do i owe the pleasure?” you push past him and walk into his house, making your way to the kitchen and leaning over his sink. “babygirl…” he starts, a playful inflection in his voice, “you gotta be a good girl and tell me what you want from me” he says, poking fun at you.

“shut the fuck up, jake. i’m not in the fucking mood for this right now” you tell him, anger pulsing through your veins.

“obviously you are in the mood, or you wouldn’t be here” he says, pressing himself against your back and placing his head on your shoulder. you can feel his breath against the shell of your ear as he slowly wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it lightly. “so tell me, baby… what’s eating at you? you need daddy to fuck it all better?”

“don't start that shit” you say, a snarl upon your lips as you spit the words at him. “i don't think you wanna play that game, baby girl.” he says, his tone dark with lust. you couldn't deny the wetness pooling between your legs as he spoke to you like his fuck toy, in a way that he knew would overpower you.

you gulp, your eyes locked on his for a moment as he squeezes the side of your neck. “yes, daddy.” you say, finally giving in, you couldn't help but submit to him, every time. “that's what I thought.” he states, moving his other hand down between your legs, dragging the tips of his fingers over your heat. even still clothed, his touch sent shivers down your spine.

“now, why don't you get down on your knees and remind me how good you are with that pretty mouth, hm?” he says, his lips ghosting over your ear. your head was already spinning, jake had a way of entrancing you with his words, the way he spit out commands so nonchalantly held a grip on you that you couldn't escape.

you gulp and nod, and jake releases your neck. with your eyes still glued to his, you sink down on your knees in front of him, and he leans back against the countertop to enjoy the view. you lift your hands to undo his belt, then his pants button, then his zipper, your hands moving achingly slow. you would comply with his orders, but not without a bit of teasing along the way. you tug his jeans down to his knees, leaning in to press a series of kisses over his still-clothed cock. “what's taking you so long? go on.” jake says, reaching down to run a hand through your hair, gripping it at the back of your head and tugging you closer to him.

you reply with only a wink, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, and slowly pulling them off, dragging them to meet his pants around his knees. his hardened cock springs free, nearly hitting you in the face, and earning a dark chuckle from Jake. You can't help but smirk, moving in to lick the already forming precum from his tip, drawing circles around it with the tip of your tongue. Jake lets out a heavy breath, shivering a bit at the feeling of your tongue, something he could never get tired of. Jake wasn't always noisy, but his breathing and his facial expressions were always very telling of the pleasure he experienced.

You proceed, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and sucking with light pressure, beginning to move forward, taking more of it into your mouth with each passing second, before beginning to bob your head in long, slow strokes. “Yeah, that's it. Good girl” Jake mumbles, his grip still firm in your hair. You keep your eyes locked with his, you knew he loved the innocent look you gave, even doing something so dirty. You begin to pick up your pace, your cheeks hollowed from the amount of suction you were using now, his jaw falling slack as he watches you so closely. He can't help but buck his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly.

This caused Jake to let out a dark laugh yet again, and he licks his lips at the sight of your eyes watering. “Such a mess, look at you.” He says, reaching down to place his other hand in your hair, holding your head in place as he slowly starts to rock his hips forward. “You take it so well, fuck.” He says, you could feel the tears fall from the corners of your eyes from the way you had gagged, but you were enjoying this just as well as he was. You could feel how soaked your panties were at this point, pressing your thighs together in hopes to relieve yourself a bit, nearly aching for him. Jake picks up his pace, watching as his cock disappears and reappears from your mouth for another few minutes before he grunts and pulls himself away all together. “Fuck, I can't take it, I need to be inside you.” he says.” You lick your lips, nodding as he removes his hands from your hair, his grip moving to your arm to pull you up.

you stand as he grips your arm to hoist you up off your knees and you try not to squeal when he flips you so your back is against the counter. you watch him with wide eyes as he steps the rest of the way out of his pants and boxers and tosses them aside. he takes a step closer to you, keeping eye contact, and slowly begins to run a hand down your stomach, gently dipping the tip of his fingers into your panties. he lazily rubs your clit before asking you, “who made you so wet, baby?”

you have a hard time finding the words at first, but he pulls his hand away quickly and you mourn the contact. “if you can’t be good and answer me then you don’t get to have fun, baby. didn’t you come here so you and daddy could have fun?”

a devilish smirk plays across his face as you reply, “yes, daddy. i want to have fun too. will you please fuck me now?”

the tone of your voice is dripping with sarcasm and you know jake’s playing along with your game. you’d always been a brat— he knew it. he also knew that if you taunted each other for long enough that you’d give in to him fully instead of trying to be such a tease. “come on, baby. let’s go lie down.” he said, giving you a wink, and hoisting you up over his shoulder before carrying you to his room.

he throws you onto the bed unceremoniously and you squeal when you feel him grab your shorts and panties and pull them down your legs. the cool air hitting your core immediately has your thighs clamping shut, but he moves quickly and spreads your legs back open, holding them apart. he moves in on you from the foot of the bed and places himself between your legs, blowing a cool stream of air right onto your dripping heat. you fight with him to close your legs but he holds steady, leaning in and pressing his tongue flat to your clit. instinctively, you buck into his face, and he removes his hand from holding your leg to slap your inner thigh gently. “no, baby. don’t move. you know that.”

once again, he presses his tongue to you slowly, before moving downward and licking a slow stripe up your center. you try your best not to move as he begins to flick your clit with his tongue, rolling it around in a pattern. you flinch slightly as you feel a finger prodding at your hole, but thankfully, jake doesn’t notice. you let out a deep whine as you feel him enter his finger inside of you, curling it slowly as his tongue continues to roll your clit. “daddy, please. feels so good, i n-need to move.. please” you beg him, your voice absolutely wrecked. you feel him laugh against you before he plunges another finger inside of you, eliciting a deep moan from somewhere low in your chest. he looks up at you, your slick coating his face and says, “yes baby, you’ve been so good. you can move for me now.”

for the third time, he presses his face back into you and you fist your hands into the sheets before rolling your hips upward to grind against his face. strangled moans and expletives fall from your lips as his skilled mouth and hands work you to the edge. within minutes you’re coming undone for him, stars painted behind your vision as aftershocks rake over your body. you feel him remove his fingers from you and you whine from the loss of contact before you feel him coaxing your mouth open to slip them past your lips.

You let your jaw drop slightly, Jake slipping his fingers into your mouth. You close your mouth around his fingers, keeping eye contact as you suck away the wetness left upon them. He lets them linger against your tongue for a moment before pulling them out, smirking and licking his lips. “That's a good girl.” He says, climbing on top of you and holding himself up with one arm, reaching down to stroke his cock with his other hand to gain some relief. “You want me to fuck you, don't you baby girl?” He says, his eyes locked on you, naked beneath him, still panting from your orgasm. You nod quickly, “please daddy.” you say, reaching up to run your hands over his shoulders and into his messy hair. “Such a desperate little slut, I love it.” he says, pressing his hips forward as he guides his cock to your entrance, sinking into you effortlessly. He closes his eyes and lets out a relieved moan, before opening them to look at you again. You whimper as he finally fills you, your grip tightening in his hair as he begins to thrust in slow, but rough strokes.

you lock eyes with him, watching his lips upturn into a smirk as he slowly drives himself into you. “you like to watch it, baby?” he chides, his tone taunting. the only sound you can make is a strangled moan as he reaches between you to rub over your sensitive clit. your hands are grasped so tightly into his sheets that your knuckles are white, and you close your eyes tightly. you feel him shift suddenly and he hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, beginning to pick up his pace. another string of expletives and whines falls from your lips as he asks you, “you like that baby? like feeling daddy all up in your tummy?”

all you can manage is a nod, throwing your head back against the pillow and reaching up to grab his arm, digging your nails into the skin. “use your words, I wanna hear you say it.” He says, reaching up with his free hand to wrap around your neck again. “It feels so good daddy, love when I can feel you so deep.” You say between moans. “That's what I thought.” He responds, a deep groan falling from his parted lips. He gives you no mercy, his thrusts were rough and quick, sending waves of pleasure through your body each time he moved. “You sound so pretty. Who else makes you feel this good, huh?” He says, squeezing your neck in his hand. “No one daddy, just you!” You cry out as you feel the familiar knot form in your stomach. “Fuck, i'm gonna cum.” He says, as if he sensed that you were close too. With a few more swift movements, you arch your back and reach up to grab the pillow above your head, unable to control the volume of your moans and whimpers as your orgasm strikes, making your legs shake. Jake’s hips stutter, moving his hand away from your neck, down to your hips, squeezing it as his breathing picks up. “I'm cumming, fuck.” He groans, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back between his shoulders, his movements slowing to a stop as you feel his cock twitch, filling you to the brim. “Ah, shit. Mmm.” He moans out, lifting his head to look down at you.

“pretty baby, did so good for me,” he says, pulling out of you and rolling over to lay next to your side. you attempt to control your breathing as he lazily skirts his fingers along your naked torso. “you okay?” he questions, his voice calm and caring. you shake your head yes before looking over at him, admiring his face in the soft evening glow. “sometimes, i really miss you. i don’t know why we ended this.” he says, turning his face to the ceiling.

“because you were always gone… and i was scared. and you’re a a real dick sometimes, jacob. but… i miss you too. and i hate coming here just for a quick fuck when i still have residual feelings for you.” you blurt out, turning to place your face into his chest.

“wanna start over? we can do that.” he says, stroking a hand through your hair lovingly. you look up at him with big eyes and say “yeah, we can. but i still hate you.”

[jakekiszska]

cosmic kiss

alien!josh kiszka x female!reader

a/n: if this fic is familiar to you that is because i wrote it last year during spooky season & posted it to my old blog, stardustschords. i’ve added to it a bit and now i’m reposting. my best friend @alwayzthere helped me with the ideas here last year when i wrote this. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS.

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+. in this fic, josh is an extra-terrestrial being. all parties are consenting. josh has magic hands and an even more magical tongue. (i have added a disclaimer to the end in case the “plot twist” doesn’t make sense.)

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“aliens aren’t fucking real, daniel. you’re ridiculous. the fact that you drug me out into this cornfield in the middle of the night is bullshit!” you spew, angry that you’d once again agreed to danny’s shenanigans. apparently sam was unavailable, so daniel forced you to accompany him on his overnight attempt at proving aliens did, in fact, exist.

“i brought blankets and snacks!” he says, flashing you a warm smile, but you didn’t reciprocate. “it’s cold as fuck out here danny, this is so dumb.” you chide, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. you watch as he pulls out some filming equipment, and he giggles as you ask where he got it from. “i borrowed it from the twins.” he goes on to explain to you that cell phone cameras are less likely to capture paranormal or extra-terrestrial activity, so it’s better to use film cameras or disposable.

the twins were sam’s older brothers. jake was the younger twin, by five minutes, which josh made known every chance he got, and he was talented and musical and just fun to be around. josh, however… was a different story. to say you had it bad for josh was an understatement. he was theatrical, loud, and he carried himself with such a lovely, confident air. any time you saw his smile you swore you could take off in flight. you’d told daniel about your crush, but you could never tell sam, because you knew he’d rat you out.

you scoffed at daniel, scolding him for borrowing their equipment for such an idiotic idea. he shook his head at you before going back to setting up.

when he was done he helped you lay out the blanket, and you just sat with him for a while and talked. “danny, this is dumb. can we go home?” you question, but he shakes his head no. “we have to wait! i know aliens are real and i saw online that tonight was the perfect night. just be patient, y/n.”

“this is like when linus spent all night waiting for the great pumpkin.”

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you tried to be patient, but you fell asleep. you were convinced you’d been having some strange dream until you opened your eyes to a solid white room, and your body strapped to a very cold metal table. you blinked your eyes rapidly, unsure of what was going on, and you saw two people standing over in the corner.

in your dream, you remembered a bright light droning down upon you and danny, but after that, everything went black. the people in the corner walked over to you, and you noticed a strange looking woman and…. josh?

you looked over at him and he smiled at you, and all you could do was cry. “please let me up from this table, josh. this isn’t funny. you guys got your halloween prank.”

you saw the woman next to him, who had the strangest eyes you’d ever seen, jotting your every word down on to a notepad. “hello, young one,” josh stated, reaching out to wrap a strand of your hair around his finger, “i am not your friend josh. we are extraterrestrials, and i have taken the form of that whom you most desire.”

tears began to flow even more as you realized that danny HAD told josh of your crush. he looked over at the woman, who you’d assumed he’d hired on for the act, and made a face at her, to which she continued to write. “look, i know this is funny to you guys. i’m sure you probably hired all these people that you knew from your acting and had them help you set all this up, but josh, i’m begging you. please let me go home.”

“listen, pet. i’m sorry that this is confusing for you. since you don’t believe me, i can show you if you’d like.” he speaks, his tone soft and endearing. you shake your head yes at him, and he slowly reaches out to trace a finger up your arm. the moment his digit traced your skin, you felt vibrations begin to flow through you, and the place where he touched you began to glow iridescent.

you stare at him with a bewildered look, but he just flashes you that beautiful smile. “i know this is confusing, and you can still call me josh if you’d like.” you aren’t sure what to say, so you keep quiet. he turns to the woman and nods once and she exits the room. once she’s gone, josh unhooks you from the few wires attached to your forearms and lets the straps binding you to the table loose.

you rub your arms to soothe where the restraints had been and you looked over to josh - the alien - to see what he’d say next. you sat up from the table and glanced around the room. he smiled at you before reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear. “would you like to know why you’re here?” he asked, and you shook your head yes. you still only half believed this was happening. “i’m very interested in human-kind… and their carnal desires. because i can take the shape of your greatest desire, i’d like to know the reactions you’d give to him if he were to touch you. does that make sense?”

“not really,” you respond, “i still don’t really believe you. this is so weird.” he lets out a soft laugh and runs a hand along your arm, sending shockwaves through you. “you should trust in me, pet. i won’t hurt you” he says, leaning in to you to smell your hair. he places a soft kiss to your ear before asking, “is this okay? may i touch you?”

you nod your head yes and so he reaches down to wrap his hand around your wrist before squeezing it. you can feel the vibrations running up your arm again, matching your heartbeat and creating a deep thrum through your chest. his other hand glides along your jawline, cupping it, and he pulls his face away from your hair to make eye contact with you. before you can register what you’re doing, you grab him by the back of the head and kiss him, your lips meeting ungraciously.

you feel him laugh into your mouth before indulging you for a short moment. his lips are soft and pink and taste vaguely of strawberry, and though it may not be the real josh, you feel drunk from his kiss. he pulls away after a minute or so, and you can feel heat rise to your cheeks as you await his reaction. “i see you’re quite impulsive” he says, rubbing his hands up both your arms. you let a soft laugh fall from your lips before telling him, “i’d never have the guts to do that to the real josh.”

he stares at you for a moment before asking if he can continue, and you tell him yes. he leans back into you, pressing kisses to your jaw, and slowly starts to work his way down your neck. he skirts his fingers just below the hem of your shirt, and suddenly, you feel bold once again. you grab the thin material and whip it over your head, tossing it down to the floor. his eyes widen for a moment as he notices your lace bralette, but then he reaches a hand out to cup your breast over it.

he gradually begins to trail kisses down your neck and into the valley of your breasts before he slips a hand under the bralette and works it over your head himself. you let him take it off you and he throws it down to meet your shirt, and then trails even more kisses over your newly exposed flesh. you arch forward into his touch and you hear him hum in satisfaction as he latches his mouth around one of your nipples. the feeling of his mouth on you with the added vibration that you’re given from his touch is making your brain cloud, and you close your eyes so as not to get dizzy. he pulls away from you softly to ask you to look at him, and you try your best to keep your eyes open.

once he’s satisfied with the work he’s done on your chest, he continues down your stomach, dropping to his knees on the floor. he looks up at you through his eyelashes and you feel your heart melt, until he asks you, “may i taste you?”

you don’t think that you can ever speak again, much less answer his question with a single word, so you just nod your head yes and lean back slightly on the table. he slowly pulls your pants and underwear down your legs, and then he helps you position yourself so that your knees are bent and your feet are flat on the cool metal. he leans into you slowly, pressing kisses to your thighs, and then slowly begins to roll your clit with his tongue. you make eye contact with him and he takes it as encouragement to continue, and you mewl as you feel his strong hands wrap around your thighs to hold you closer to him.

at first when you feel his tongue prodding at your hole, you jump, but then your body melts into him as a wave of euphoria washes over you. at first it feels gentle, as it would if you were being eaten out by a normal human… but then it changes. you can feel the muscle begin to grow thicker and longer inside of you, and josh curls it upward to press into your g-spot. his grip on your thighs changes as he begins to radiate vibration back into you, and you’re sure the noises leaving your body are other-wordly.

you stare down at him, his face pressed into you, and you think you’re going to black out when he flashes you a wink. his tongue is so deep inside of you that you can feel it hitting your cervix, and you struggle against his grasp as you try to push yourself farther down onto him, if at all possible. you feel him laugh against you and the added vibration of his voice almost knocks you over the edge. every languid movement he makes inside of you pushes you closer and closer to your impending orgasm, but just before you cum, he stops. he moves his face away from you and stands, and you almost begin to sob from the loss of contact. “it’s okay, don’t cry,” he says softly, leaning back into your neck and kissing you, “we aren’t done. i just want to feel you cum around me, that’s all.”

he begins to suck and bite at your neck slowly, painting the skin with pink and purple marks. you’ll be glad to reminisce over those for the next few days. you grab his shoulders and push him backwards slightly before gripping your fingers into his hair and pulling him towards you, your mouth meeting his clavicle. you bite into it gently, because if you get marks so does he, alien or not. he moves slightly to lift his shirt over his head and you blush realizing that you’re completely exposed to him while he’s been fully clothed.

you watch him as he tugs his pants down his legs, following with his underwear. his cock springs upward against his abdomen and you find yourself blushing at the sight of it. it’s beautiful, like him, and you wonder if that’s what josh ACTUALLY looks like naked. as if he can read your mind, he hooks a finger under your chin and whispers, “what you’re seeing is what you get, baby.”

you lean back a little farther on the table and he places himself between your legs, slowly inching his cock towards you. you whimper as you feel him slide it through your folds and tap it against your clit. once he’s done teasing he pushes into the hilt, and the feeling of him buried inside you is almost enough to make you cum right then. he begins to rock himself in and out of you slowly, and you grab onto his hands and squeeze them hard. you’ve never been made to feel this way before, and your body isn’t sure how to react.

every inch of your body is slowly being coated with pleasure, and every movement from josh is a driving force tipping you over the ledge. “cum for me, it’s okay” he assures you, and you can feel yourself slipping after only a few moments of him fucking you. it doesn’t take long for him to cum either, his body working over yours with soft grunts and pants. once he’s finished he pulls out, and then sweetly helps you clean up before you slip into unconsciousness.

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your body jolts awake suddenly, and after rubbing your eyes a few times you realize you’re in daniel’s room. you look over to the floor and see a pile of blankets there, so you assume that’s where he slept. he walks casually through the door, scrunching his hair with a towel, and smiles at you.

“did you sleep okay?” he questions, and you give him a strange look. “i had this crazy ass dream, actually. how’d we get back here?”

he tells you that he got bored after you dozed off and decided the trip was dumb, so he helped you into the car and you just came back and crashed at his place. you nod, your focus still lingering on the dream you’d just had. “go get cleaned up,” he says, tossing you a hoodie, “we’re picking the kiszka’s up and going to breakfast.”

you walk down the hall to his bathroom and inspect yourself in the mirror, sucking in a sharp gasp when you see your neck littered with marks… so you hadn’t been dreaming all along. you wash up and change your clothes before meeting danny outside, slipping into the front passenger seat next to him. he makes the short drive to the boys apartment, and you laugh as you see them stroll outside.

jake hops in behind you, wishing you a good morning and giving you a soft smile before smirking at the marks you’ve got on your throat. josh clambers into the car next, scooting himself into the middle seat. he says nothing, but he has a playful grin on his face. next comes sam, and as he gets in the car he curses and tells josh to “scoot the fuck over.”

josh doesn’t oblige, but you can tell they’ve been bickering all morning because jake seems to have had enough. he grabs josh by the collar of his shirt and yanks him closer to his side, and your breath hitches in your throat as his left clavicle is exposed to you. a bite mark in the shape of your mouth is forming there, deep and purple.

josh doesn’t say a word, but he meets your gaze in the rearview before winking at you, and then sticking out his tongue tauntingly.

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disclaimer: josh was an alien the whole time. lived an entire life on earth as an alien. he probably is one in real life. who’s to say?