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[2danny2furious]

Haunt

Danny Gonzalez X Reader

wk: 3.4k

blurb: When you fill in as Danny’s videographer for his ghost-hunting trip to the infamous Stanley Hotel, you expect creepy corridors and bad Wi-Fi—not this kind of tension. (Based on this video)

A little angst, a little fluff, a little spice. Minors: there is suggestive material towards the end but not explicit material so please approach the one shot accordingly ❤️

He’s just not into you– not professionally, not platonically, and definitely not romantically. Despite the fact that you’re working the camera on your first assignment for him, Danny’s eyes seem to move right through you, his voice clipped, sending one syllable directions your way when the monitor isn’t showing a perfect read.

“Left.” “Zoom.” “Again.”

No please, no thanks, no good job—just the bare minimum, like you’re an inconvenient piece of equipment he didn’t ask for.

Which, technically, you are.

You flew out to Colorado from California last-minute after your mutual friend Jake—Danny’s longtime editor, and videographer—came down with food poisoning. (“Bad sushi,” he’d groaned over the phone. “Save me from myself.”)

You’d been a fan of Danny’s videos since his skits were filmed in his dorm room and his punchlines were seven second Vine wonders. You flew in the night before Christmas Eve, missing time with your family just in the excitement to see Danny behind the scenes. But now, you feel like the only true ghost in this shitty tourist trap mansion.

You’re sitting in his hotel room, as he scans the old carpet with an EMF reader.

“You good with that lighting?” he asks, not looking at you as he adjusts his mic pack.

“Yeah,” you say, too quickly. “I mean, unless you want it more eerie? I can—”

You’re interrupted by the loud zipper of his equipment pouch opening as dull plastic thuds together in his search for something he hasn’t told you about. He’s not even listening to you anymore. You clench your teeth and bury the burn of humiliation for the millionth time today as you watch him slam batteries into a flashlight, the reader, and a ridiculous headset he’s wearing.

You watch him through the monitor, tuning out his charming babbling to keep yourself from getting hurt by the insane contrast of how warm he is only when there’s a camera between you. You realize that he’s now sniffing the floor like a bloodhound, nose scrunched in concentration around a “cold spot.” The EMF scan shows a large patch of something wet, which leads off into a tiny glowing trail. Wait.

“...Is it pee?” you say.

Danny freezes. For a second, you think you’ve crossed a line—but then his shoulders shake. A snort escapes him. Not the performative, for-the-audience sarcastic laugh from his videos, but something real and startled. It’s cute. So cute.

“Oh my god, what?” He looks up at you, half-offended, half-delighted. “Why would hotel cleaner be my first guess?”*

He actually giggles, and you feel your chest warm. He’s looking at you, smiling with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes blazing blue with mist.

The moment breaks when his phone sounds an alarm. “Shit,” he says. “We’re going to be late for the underground tour.”

And then his back is to you, sauntering towards the door and out, and all you can do is follow.

*

The hotel’s underground tunnels are colder than you expected, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something faintly metallic. Your camera's night-vision casts everything in a sickly green hue as you descend.

Vanessa, the lead guide, stops where the passage opens into a cavernous ice cellar. Frost crackles along the walls.

"This is where the night watchman went mad in 1932," she says, lantern light carving shadows under her eyes. "He swore the hotel manager's wife—who'd drowned in the lake out back—was standing down here every night, wringing lakewater from her hair." She pauses dramatically.

"They found him frozen to death right where you're standing, his hands clawing at his own throat... like something had been pouring water down it. His throat was found to be clogged with seaweed that looked exactly like a woman’s long, mangled braid."

You zoom in on Danny's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. His fingers hover near Vanessa's elbow as they walk—whether to steady himself or her, you can’t tell.

She adds, "Guests still report hearing gurgling sounds down here."

The camera catches it all: Danny's nervous knee bounce, the way candlelight illuminates the crinkles around his eyes when he laughs at Vanessa's joke about "cold feet," how his gaze slides right past you like you are part of the wall.

Tom, the junior guide, takes over in the servants' passage. His voice is warmer, his delivery charming as he points to a large rusted hook on the ceiling. "This is where the chef hung himself after the 1911 avalanche trapped guests here for three weeks. Strange thing is—" he lowers his voice, "—every December, that hook starts swinging on its own. Kitchen staff keep removing it... but it always reappears."

A draft makes the lantern flames flicker madly. You shiver, and when Tom notices, he steps closer, his shoulder brushing yours.

"Too much?" he murmers. "We can skip the hanging pantry if our guests—"

"We're good on footage," Danny cuts in. He’s not looking at you, but Vanessa. He points to her phone. "Show me those spirit photos again?"

The camera's red light winks out under your thumb.

As the rest of the tour group takes the tours built in free time to wander the passageways, Tom falls into step beside you.

"So," he says, voice low, "you always let YouTube guys boss you around haunted basements?"

"Only the ones who forget I'm a person when the camera's off." The words slip out before you’ve processed them, and Tom huffs a laugh.

"His loss." He nods at your rig. "You've got a steadier hand than most pros who come through here."

You are about to respond when movement catches your eye—Danny leaning over Vanessa's phone, his arm braced against the tunnel wall behind her. She swipes through blurry images while he nods with that focused intensity he reserves for everyone but you. "This one's insane," he breathes, and you look away before the bitterness can crawl up your throat.

You let Tom fill your brain with some his funnier ghost stories— lights turning off anytime he starts to pee in the bathrooms, DUMDUM wrappers materializing within seconds on his desk whenever he’s working the graveyard shift, and his shoelaces becoming tied together whenever he’s talking to a girl he finds pretty.

“Well,” you tease, “your shoelaces look definitively normal.”

“Maybe they’re giving me a break,” says Tom. “Maybe they want you to want me too.”

He’s not handsome, he's not ugly, but he’s warm and kind, and he’s leaning into you to give you a kiss you desperately need. The touch of a human, tangible proof you’re not worthless. Your lips barely touch when you hear Danny bark your name, telling you it’s time to head up.

Embarrassed, you lean away from Tom, who just smiles knowingly. “Let’s go,” he says. “I’ll find you when you’re done with work.”

Back in the lobby's electric light, Danny corners you near the front desk. "Did you get footage of the pictures she was showing me?"

Your mouth drops open. "Shit. I'm sorry, I thought you said—"

"You thought I said what?" His voice is a blade. "Are you not a fucking UCLA film grad? You have no initiative?"

"I'm sorry, let me go talk to her—"

"Forget it. Why don't you just go back to flirting with Tom? You're here to have fun, right? Not work?"

Vanessa materializes beside you. "Come on, angel," she says, touching your arm. "Let's go back down. I'll reshoot everything with you."

Danny's anger evaporates the second she speaks. You are both aware now that everyone in the lobby is frozen still, watching you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says—to her, not you—running a hand through his hair. "Didn't mean to cause trouble for you guys. Your shift's over, go have fun. Our mistakes aren't your problem to fix."

You follow Danny toward the elevators, emotion choking your throat. That honeyed tone—the one he uses with Vanessa, with the staff, with the other guests, with literally everyone but you—echoes in your skull and you stand in silence a few feet away from Danny, waiting for this elevator that won’t come. You still have so many segments to shoot but the thought of being near him for a single more second makes you wish you were another ghost victim and God, this elevator is not coming.

Danny exhales sharply through his nose, then veers toward the stairwell exit. The metal door slams behind him, the clang of his footsteps on the stairs fading as he ascends alone.

When the elevator finally comes, you let the tears fall. You hit the fifth floor and find yourself running past curious guests, past the flickering hallway sconces, until you crash through the women's bathroom door. Your best friend's contact photo blurs as you stabbed the call button, your breath coming in wet hitches against the phone.

"Hey," you manage when she answers, "remember how I said this gig would be fun...?"

She sighs empathetically, and you hear a movie in the background become paused. “Is a man being a disappointment?”

“Yes,” you sniffle. "He's so funny and goofy and charming on camera, but so weird et when it's off! Everyone said he's a nice guy but he's-well he's not a nice guy. He's fucking weird! Only to me! It's like he's acting or something, l don't know!"

Your best friend is silent for a beat. "Well. He is a former theater kid." You could hear her crunching popcorn through the phone. "It's on you for expecting normalcy."

"No, no, you're right-"

"Why do you care so much? Aren’t the Hollywood execs so much worse?"

You pick at a loose thread on your sweater.

"I don't know. I guess he's... well, he's hot. And funny. And I love his videos. It just stings to be so repulsive to him. It’s not that I want to date him or anything, but can't he at least be nice? Like on a normal human-to-human level? I’m missing Christmas for this!"

“Im so sorry angel,” she says. "Don’t you have a red eye? Just get your bag and go. Like, go to Denver. Go out. Drink. Have fun. Have rough, hot anonymous sex. Fuck this guy."

“You’re right,” you say. “I love you.”

You hang up, staring at your puffy-eyed reflection. After a few more embarrassed sniffles, you wash your face, reapply your makeup with military precision, and twist your hair up into a claw clip. The mirror shows someone who looks like they have their life together-someone who definitely wasn't about to spend Christmas Eve with an apathetic ass hat.

Danny isn’t in his room when you go to find him, and in the end you discover him pacing the lobby as you approach, his sneakers squeaking on the marble.

"I'm heading to the airport early," you announce.

He checks his watch. "Six hours early?"

"Yeah. Just want to be safe."

The receptionist chooses this moment to clear his throat.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." His smile is painfully polite.

"As I was just telling Mr.Gonzalez, all roads to Denver are closing. There's a snowstorm coming-we won't have clear roads until morning at the earliest."

As if on cue, your phone chirps with a flight delay notification. You aren’t expected to leave until tomorrow morning now. Outside, the first fat flurries began spiraling past the windows, dancing as if to taunt you.

"She'll be staying with me," Danny says. His voice has a warmth you’ve been craving all day, but you know this is because he wants you to finish the video and get his checklist complete.

"I think I’m done for the day," you say coldly. “I’ll happily cover my own space.”

Danny holds your gaze as the receptionist taps his keyboard.

"All our rooms are booked for tonight-Christmas Eve and all. But!" He brightens. "There's a lovely motel down the road-"

"The one where actual murders happened?" Danny leans on the desk, his cheeks flushing. "Wasn't there a human trafficking ring busted there last summer?"

The receptionist's smile doesn’t waver. It says, quite clearly: Not my problem.

You sigh and turn on your heels, heading to the elevators as Mariah Carey cries in Christmas happiness over the hotel speakers. You hear Danny’s steps in quick succession behind you, and you both are once again facing the elevators in awkward silence.

Danny finally clears his throat. "So. Room situation." He won’t meet your eyes, fiddling with his keycard. "I can film the rest by myself. You should take the bed and get some rest."

The unexpected decency hits like a punch to the ribs. You think of the LA producer who'd thrown a latte at your head for "missing his good side," the cameraman who'd "accidentally" grazed your waist every time he reached for a lens. Danny had paid you upfront. Had only really gotten mad at you not getting footage.

"Wait." The words tumble out before you could can stop them. "I'm—god, I'm sorry. I've been so unprofessional. You're not even the worst boss I've had this month, and I—"

"No, stop.” Danny runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks in flames. "I shouldn't have yelled. You're doing fine. I'm just..."

A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Got dumped by my high school girlfriend right before this trip. Holiday and family stuff's got me acting like a total dick. And I’m sorry."

The confession hangs between you, raw as the winter wind rippling through the hallways. Your eyes meet. You're looking in his eyes, tender, and you’re trying not to drown in them. And he’s looking at yours. And you swear he can hear your heart.

The elevator chimes and Danny suddenly stiffens, shoving his hands in his pockets

"Anyway. Not your problem."

The silence in the mirrored elevator is suffocating. You watch his reflection chew his lip, both of you pretending not to notice the other looking.

"I’ll take the couch," he says abruptly when the doors ding open.

"No, Danny, it's your room, and I’m not even finishing what you paid me for. I’m totally fine."

"Yeah, well, you don't want to sleep on that couch." A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips.

He opens the room door and immediately reaches for the thermal light.

The stains on the hotel couch glow neon purple. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they are. You both stare at them in horrified silence until he says, “I’m gonna be honest I don’t want to sleep on that either. I’ll take my chances with piss floor.”

"Let's just share the bed," you say. "It's a king. We can put some pillows in between us."

Your face burns the moment the words leave your mouth, and you can't bear to see his reaction. You grab your backpack from the floor and hurry into the bathroom, emerging minutes later in the silk pajama set you'd packed.

Danny is already sprawled on the bed, a neat line of pillows dividing his side from yours. He’s down to boxers and a threadbare t-shirt, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. One arm is thrown dramatically over his eyes.

"Too tired to film," he grumbles. "Turn off the light and call it a day."

You flick the switch, plunging the room into darkness save for the faint glow of the emergency exit sign under the door. The bed dips as you slide under the covers, putting as much distance between you and the pillow barricade as possible.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of the old hotel creaking around you—the groan of pipes, the whisper of wind against the windows. Then, a sharp thud from somewhere down the hall.

You hear the sheets rustle, the dividing line depressed by his body, his head propped up by a hand, his eyes finding yours in the dark.

"...You heard that too, right?" His voice is tight.

"Yeah," you say, "Probably just the heating system."

Another thud. Closer this time.

Danny exhales sharply. "Cool. Right."

In the dim light, his profile is all sharp angles—jaw clenched, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he stares resolutely at the ceiling.

"You okay?" you ask softly.

"Peachy." His fingers dig into the comforter. "Just. You know. Ghosts."

A surprised laugh escapes you. "Danny Gonzalez is scared of ghosts? After a whole day proving they’re not real?"

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it. "I can handle —" Another creak from the hallway cuts him off, and he swears under his breath.

You hesitate, then slowly reach across the pillow divide, your fingers brushing his wrist. "Hey. Breathe. It’s just an old building."

His skin is warm under your touch. For a second, he doesn’t move—then his hand twists, his fingers lacing with yours. His eagerness to lean into your touch surprises you, and the action goes unmentioned by you both. You don’t understand his mind, but you let yourself feel this softness, whether it be purely because he’s scared or whether it’s because he’s really warming to you.

"...You’re really not freaked out?" he asks after a beat.

You shrug, even though he can’t see it. "I grew up in a house that made noises like this. Kind of comforting, honestly."

His grip on your hand relaxes slightly as he lays back down, your bodies closer, your fingers still intertwined. You're not sure if it’s his heart you’re hearing or your own.

Two hours pass. His breathing evens out, his thumb absently tracing circles against your knuckles until it stills completely. The weight of his hand in yours is heavy with sleep.

And now you’re hyper-aware of every inch of him—the heat of his body just a pillow’s width away, the way his shirt has ridden up further, revealing the faint trail of hair leading beneath his waistband. The soft, sleepy sound he makes when he shifts, his leg brushing against yours under the covers.

You stare up at the ceiling, painfully awake. You’re holding hands with Danny Gonzales in a potentially haunted hotel bed, and you're pretty sure you're going to spontaneously combust before sunrise. Your legs kick, your shoulders fidget, your breath huffs. You try and try to squeeze your eyes shut, willing sleep to come. But then—

"Every time I open my eyes," Danny murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion, "you're still awake. You okay?"

“Ghosts,” you say quickly. “I’m uh, scared.”

"Bullshit." His thumb strokes your knuckles, slow and deliberate. "You're not scared. You told me you're not scared."

This time his touch isn’t just him being scared. This time his fingers tightening around yours means something, but he’s confusing you so much you could cry. You can’t think of a response, your mind stuck on processing every cell aflame from his skin on yours.

"Tell me what you need."

"Need?" You swallow hard. "I don't need anything."

"Yeah, you do." His voice drops, rough as gravel. “Tell me."

Your pulse thrums in your throat.

"Fine. I need to know why you were such a jerk to me today. What you think of me, what you’re doing. You’re hot and cold, and you shut me out and bring me in– I mean, you’re holding my hand still and I just–"

"It's not rocket science." He exhales sharply. "Girlfriend broke up with me. First and only person l've ever been with. Now I'm doing the holidays alone, away from my family, away from the one person I thought would always be there."

His fingers tense against yours. "And then there's you-gorgeous, funny, charming, smarter than me, way out of my league-and I want you. And I’m out of practice and I know I can’t have you. So yeah. Not my proudest moment, but... surprised after all those film classes you didn’t figure that out."

Your heart stops. "Who said you couldn't have me?"

Danny laughs—a startled, breathless sound.

"That's what you got from all that?"

Heat floods your face. You're grateful for the dark.

Another beat of silence. Then, softer: "You still haven't told me what you really need."

Your body moves before your brain catches up. You roll over, facing him. The pillow barricade is long forgotten.

"You tell me," you whisper. "What do you think I need?"

Danny doesn't hesitate. He closes the distance between you in one smooth motion, his breath warm against your lips as he murmurs—

“Like your friend said. Rough, hot, anonymous sex.”

Your stomach drops. Oh god. He heard your phone call.

Before you can panic, his hand slides up your waist, fingers splaying over your ribs.

"Or," he adds, voice dipping lower, "I can be nice. If that's what you want."

You don't get a chance to answer.

His mouth crashes into yours in a heat you’ve never felt before. There’s a promise in the way his hungry hands are reaching for the hem of your silk pajama pants, a promise he’ll possess you in ways that will haunt you all the way home.

[unplugfromthesource]

Strangers By Nature

🌀About: inspired by the song ‘Strangers By Nature’ by Adele, you and Danny were childhood high school sweethearts…until you weren’t, but when you land a tour with the infamous Greta Van Fleet as their opening act- you can’t turn down the opportunity.

🥁Daniel Wagner x reader

🎤Word Count: 7k

💫Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, crying, yelling, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of hospitals (i think that’s all :p)

🎸AN: I hope everyone enjoys this a lot I’m not a danny girl so writing for him was hard but I gave it my best!! As always - sorry if format or spelling is a bit wonky….enjoy 🩷

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-

Daniel Wagner. He proved to be the bane of your existence, or that was what you convinced yourself. Not just convinced, it was something you pounded into your head, something he had pounded into your head. Danny was your best friend, your other half, your ‘platonic soulmate,’ everything and anything you could ever want in someone. Well, he became your someone after you had grown up attached at the hip and entered high school together. Senior prom, the 12th of April back in 2017 - that was the day he asked you out but simply as his date because he couldn’t find anyone else, at least that's what he said. You had spent the entire night dancing, singing, laughing, something almost out of a movie. It was even more of a movie scene when he kissed you during the slow dance song. That moment, that single kiss, started a 2-year long, exclusive, loving relationship between you and the infamous Daniel Wagner.

All good things must come to an end, though, and it came to a hard, hard end one night after a gig at some small bar in your small Michigan town of Frankenmuth. The show had just ended, and the crowd was slowly dispersing, some moving back to the bar, some outside, but it had cleared up and now you, as the ‘perfect girlfriend’ Danny had claimed you to be, moved through the thick, sweat-filled air towards the small backstage area the bar had offered to its acts. Pushing through people till you finally reached the small band of Greta Van Fleet, it all ended up happening so fast. One moment, you were running up to him, ready to hold him, praise him on the show, tell him you loved him, and the next, he was yelling, shouting at you as if he couldn’t stand to even be in the same room as you.  

     -ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ-

“I- I dont understand” Your words had jumbled up as his voice rang in your ears. 

“What do you not understand? What is not clear to you, y/n? I am done with you. You follow me around like a sick fucking puppy we have something going here, ok? Jake thinks we're going to go far, and I see it, but I can’t do that with some random from my hometown acting like I owe her a life” he shouted in the tiny changing room of the bar. 

“Some random?” 

He sighed as he ran a hand through his untamed curly hair, something you always loved “I am done with you. Please. Please just be done with me.” 

Tears pricked in my eyes as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. Im done with you. Those four words made it clear. Crystal. 

“Ok” I said, staring at him as I bit back tears, my mouth running dry, and all the voices around me got quiet. It was almost as if a knife had been stabbed into my heart repeatedly by him with a smile on his face. I dragged my eyes to the others in the room, no one bothering to look our way as I slowly turned, walking out of the thick aired bar and out onto the cold streets of Michigan. 

     -ˋˏ ༻☾༺ ˎˊ-

That night was always relevant to you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t put Danny from your mind. You had spent months, years, trying to get away from that town, that place that just felt like a prison to you. Eventually, it worked, and well. College wasn't ever in your books, but being forced to pick up an instrument for a hobby supposedly was after your parents started picking up on the way the breakup made you. Food was no longer a priority, hygiene, cleanliness, everything you had cared about was thrown away with that relationship. So once you started learning guitar and putting your voice to better use, it was as if the hole in your heart was ever so slowly being stitched back together. Sure there were nights you caught yourself drunk texting him and congratulating him and the other guys on their success, but they were never seen by him, which was for the better. 

Before you knew it, you had landed yourself a small little band - Honey - made up of all the girls you would take to the grave with you. Of course, you had taken the lead in singing as well as some guitar while you matched the beat with your drummer Sara, bassist and keys Layla, and Mikey, also a guitarist. The singing in your shower and all the blistered fingers had paid off because now you were opening for none other than Greta Van Fleet on their opening night of the Starcatcher World Tour! Fun. 

Now as you sat in your small dressing room, your hands shook as you picked up your eyeshadow brushes, meticulously rimming your eyes with dark shadow as the other girls moved along next to you in their respective chairs, following suit. It would be a lie to say you were on the fence about tonight. You and Danny hadn’t seen each other yet, shit, you had barely moved about the arena since sound check in fear you would see him or any of the Kiszka brothers, and the pit of anxiety only grew as it came closer to time to go on stage. 

“Does this look ok?” I said softly as I turned to Sara, who had sat closest to me. 

“Bitch you look hot,” she said barely dragging her eyes from the mirror she was focused on as she applied her makeup “You always do.” 

I rolled my eyes as I turned back to focus on finishing up my look. Setting the small eyeshadow brush down, I picked up my lip liner as I leaned in close to the mirror, almost completely missing the door opening to our small dressing room. 

“On in 5 ladies,” our manager said quickly as she popped her head into our room, Mikey turning to give her a small thumbs up as she stood from her chair, followed by Layla and then Sara. They stood staring at me as I finished up, standing now and looking at them with a small smile. 

“Alright.”

 I said, walking towards the door, pushing it open wide as I walked out into the white hallways, leading us towards the stage where the sounds of voices could be heard, flowing in louder as we grew closer. I grabbed my guitar from my tech, watching as the other girls did the same as we gathered in a small group, telling each other that we loved each other and to have a good show as the lights dimmed slowly in the big arena and we made our way out onto the stage. 

Screams filled the air as we took our places, my eyes dragging along the barricade and through the pit, working their way around as I could hear the opening bass line of one of our songs coming through, and that switch flipped in me, letting me know I needed to focus, perform, and just have fun, forget that Danny was here, forget what happened, and be y/n the lead singer of Honey. So that's what I did. For 45 minutes straight, I just focused on me, on my band, on where I was. For those 45 minutes, I felt in my element, the adrenaline mixed with exhaustion pulsing through my body as we came to an end on our second to last song. My eyes shut as I tried to gain back control of my breathing as I stepped back up towards the microphone, my voice echoing back to me. 

“Thank you,” I said, smiling as cheers filled the air and the smiles were endless down in the pit. “You all are a lovely crowd, and we thank you for your time, but we know who you're all really here to see…” I said as the crowd began to grow even louder at the mere mention of Greta.

 I dragged my eyes back down closer towards the front of the pit, and through the corner of my eyes, I could see them. Sam and Danny had found themselves a spot to stand and watch by under one of the catwalks on the far left side of the stage. They had been watching… this entire time as sweat dripped down my body, and I gave everything I possibly could tonight, they had seen it all. He had seen it all. My smile faltered as I tried to push the thought from my mind as I froze, turning to look back at my bandmates. The confusion matched everyone's faces as I played a small riff on my guitar while shouting back, “We’re changing the last song”. I could see the refusal growing on their faces before yelling out, 

“Strangers by Nature, play it,” I said, moving towards the side of the stage as I handed off my guitar to my tech, walking back as I peeled off my jacket, setting it on an amp as I walked back up to the microphone. My sweaty palms wrapped around the warm metal as I leaned forward, my voice ever so slightly shaking.

“For our final song, we want to give you something new,” I said forcing a wide smile as whistles and cheers came back in response “It's called Strangers by Nature, and it's very important to me because,” I said, lifting the mic from the stand, buying layla time to switch back to her keyboard, starting up the beginning notes as I continued. 

“Sometimes men can be assholes right?!” earning me a response of agreement from the crowd. 

“And sometimes we get fucked over and left and forgotten..” I rambled on, “So I wrote this a while back in a bad time, and I just blamed myself for every little thing, but I want you all to have it to know you are not alone, and I promise,” I tried to continue as the mix of screams slowly built up again, “I promise you, nothing is ever entirely your fault when things go south in a relationship…so I hope you can find the relief in this song as I do..” I finished as a bitter smile filled my face, and the rest of the band began to join in slowly as I officially started the song off. 

I was prepared for the hurt I would feel singing it, but I wasn’t prepared for the response we got once I finished on the last note and the once-dead silent crowd roared with love as I opened my eyes, taking it all in, feeling it now radiating through my body. With many waves and blowing out a few kisses, we left the stage, sweat dripping down all of our bodies, hair sticking to our faces as we walked back to the dressing room in silence as they began to prepare the stage for Greta. We slid into the tight room in almost pure silence, the only thing heard was our labored breathing, as I looked at the girls. 

“Thank you,” I said softly from the small couch I found comfort on. 

“Why Strangers by Nature?” Layla's voice rang out tense as she paced slightly around the room. 

“Im sorry I- I wasn't planning on making us change the last song I-” 

“Ok, but you did y/n. We get it that this is your dream and you're the lead here but you can't just go and make these decisions whilst were mid-sho-” 

Before she could finish, a knock came on the door as she turned to open it, being met by the youngest Kiszka brother, Sam, who I had grown up closest with next to Danny. Layla froze as she moved to the side letting Sam into the small dressing room as I stood once he came into view. 

“Hey,” he said simply with a small smile spread across his face as I walked towards him my face barely matching his expression. “I was just wondering if you wanted to catch up before we go on..” he stood wearing his performance suit, silver as long dreads of fabric hung down from the arms and legs, tiny diamonds adorning the satin material. I stood staring for a moment, given that it had been around 7 years since I had seen him last. 

“Yeah.. yeah, wherever you wanna go for sure” my voice came out soft as the girls behind me just sat and stared at the interaction unraveling before them. His smile widened as he let out a small “alright” before walking out of the room as I followed close behind. We walked through the plastered white walls before coming upon a room a few doors down from ours labeled “Greta Van Fleet/Dressing”. As he moved to push the large door, it was like instinct as my hand shot out stopping his. 

“I thought we were going to catch up..?” I said looking at him with an uncomfortable shift in demeanor. 

“Everyone else went down to a bar somewhere in the arena.” his hand touched mine as he moved it away from the door, opening it and now waiting for me to step in. The room was much larger than ours, seeing as it was for the main act, having small love seats scattered around, a minibar, and even a small restroom. I made quick work of seating myself on one of the small couches, Sam doing the same as he sat in the chair opposing mine. As he sat, I looked at my hands in my lap, worn out and calloused before forcing myself to speak and break the terrible silence hanging in the room. 

“So how have you been..” 

“Good,” he said with a small sigh, “really good I mean, a lot happens in... how long has it been like fou-” 

“Seven years.” I cut in. 

“Right” 

“You couldn’t maybe have managed to send like I dont know how are you y/n? Or happy birthday, y/n!” I wasn't being rude, despite the look on Sam's face. After that night, it had been close to radio silence from all of Greta - shows you how much people care right?

“I’m sorry, y/n you know we’ve just been so busy with the tour and the new album it's just been so chaotic..” 

“Or you guys just all cut me off the second I wasn’t of value anymore to Daniel,” I said coldly, my eyes now meeting his. 

He moved his mouth a few times to speak, but nothing came out. So that was it. They all up and left me because of his choice to throw me to the side because he couldn’t be seen with some random. Fucking. Pathetic. 

“Your band…y’all are good”

“I know.” 

“Please don’t be like this… none of us have seen you in 7 years and suddenly you're on tour with us. It won’t be pleasant if you are going to hold this grudge towards us when we didn’t even do anything-” 

“But you did. I wouldn’t have been here if we hadn’t broken up. My parents forced me to learn guitar, Sam. They forced me to do something because it was either that or a hospital. So if all you invited me in here to do was tell me to move on, fuck off” I barked out standing as I moved towards the door. 

“No, no, it's not-” he now matched me, standing as if to stop me from leaving “Please just sit back down I don’t want to cause issues.” 

I stood for a minute more before I walked back to my seat, sitting as I leaned my arms onto my thighs and my face dropped to my hands. 

“Im sorry that that happened to you. I didn’t know things went down how they did when you guys broke up, nor did I know it was… that bad, but im sorry, and im sorry for not reaching out that was shitty of me… of all of us.”

I nodded softly, pulling my hands back as I sat up, forcing a smile. 

“It worked out well enough for me, though.”

The laughter that filled the air was like a hug, laughter that I hadn’t heard from him in forever.  

“True true… you guys are good, you're good I didn’t know you had a set of pipes like that” 

“You hang around a certain Kiszka long enough it kind of becomes a second nature” which earned another laugh from the tall man. 

A lot of laughter came from Sam, well, considering we spent 30 minutes straight simply sitting and ‘catching up’ on our lives, which just consisted of me complaining about my life after high school and Sam talking quickly about his new life in Nashville. But I know too well by now all good things come to an end. Sam was dragged out of the room by his manager, telling him he needed to get to the stage in time for the curtain drop. As he left, so did I, returning to my dressing room where the other girls all sat and waited anxiously for my arrival, asking me a hundred questions at a time as I walked back into the room. Almost identical to the conversation I had in the room a few doors down, we spent the better part of the next 2 hours just sitting and talking about the band that left the crowd screaming so loud we could hear it from where we sat. Not that I’ve been secretive about my past it just…didn’t seem important to mention. I had moved on. I think. 

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Eventually, the screams died down, and the show was over. Our manager came in once more, letting us know we were moving to a hotel for the night. Soon, we all moved out to the busses, grabbing what we needed for the night before cramming the four of us into a small Uber to take us to the hotel not more than 15 minutes from the arena. Given it was past midnight, the lobby was dead as we walked in, following behind our manager, looking like four girls on a school trip waiting for their teacher to assign them rooms. Luckily, all of us were in the same hallway, sharing rooms: me/Mikey and Sara/Layla. The hallways were cold once we got off the elevator, giving out ‘goodnight’s and ‘I love you’s to the other two as we got into our rooms. 

We were being hosted by Greta, given the room we had walked into was insanely spacious, and not only that it was rich…really rich. If someone walked in right now, they would see Mikey and I running through our room like we were in heaven, raving about how comfortable the bed was or maybe the fact that the shower had an unnecessary amount of jets that we’d be using without a doubt. The best thing, though? The view. I slid open the big curtains, my jaw almost hitting the floor as I noticed it. 

“Holy shit,” I said quietly, hearing Mikey's laughter die down as she walked up next to me. 

“What-” she started before she too came to see it. 

Our room had a view of a pool, but the pool took up half the property. It stretched from end to end, with a few small hot tubs placed around it, outdoor bars, and tens upon hundreds of empty pool chairs. 

“Let's go” I said, turning quickly from the window as I turned and walked into the lush bathroom, peeling off the outfit I changed into after the show before throwing on a robe over my undergarments. Mikey didn’t have a chance to decline as I threw a robe towards her and soon, the four of us were in bath robes giggling as we ran down the hall towards the elevator, all of us racing to try and press the button before the other. 

The mood was killed quickly though as the elevator doors opened and standing before us was not just Sam but now all four men, bags in hand, looking at us with quizzical expressions. 

“We’re going swimming” Layla blurted, eyeing Sam. 

I just stood there. I just stood there as the once love of my life stood before me, his face cold as ever, his eyes unblinking. Just like that night, all the talking around me froze as my eyes locked on his as he stepped out of the small elevator, the girls now looking at me as they held it open waiting for me to step in. 

“Hello, earth to y/n this thing is fucking beeping get in” Sara’s voice woke me out of the almost trance-like state as I moved my eyes from his, walking into the small elevator as the door slid closed, my eyes on his clean white shoes as it did so. 

“Dude, are you good…” Sara said placing a hand on my shoulder as I turned to look at her, forcing a smile once more. 

“Yeah” shaking my head as I let out a small laugh “Yeah sorry let's go” I said leaning forward and pressing the button to go down.  

I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the mood down, but something about him in front of me…after seven years, it does something to you. My head ran at a hundred miles a minute as the descent down the many flights of the hotel floors came to a close, opening the doors to the lobby once more. As if nothing had happened, we all began up again in the same fit of laughter as we ran down to the pool, dropping our robes on random chairs as we got within arms reach, all of us jumping in without hesitation. Once my body broke through the water, it was like a fresh shower, washing off all the worry and anxiety in my body as I swam up, breaking the surface as I sighed loudly. 

The pool was heated - as I said, this place is rich. 

The only sound that echoed through the area was from the four of us as we splashed around, enjoying the warm liquid on our skins, a small reward for a ‘job well done’ on the opening night of Greta's tour. We stayed in the warm water till our skin got pruney before we decided to switch over to one of the various hot tubs, really getting the most out of our short night stay before we had to be back on the road early the next morning. I leaned my head back against the raised concrete surrounding the hot tub as I closed my eyes, enjoying the steaming water consuming my body, enjoying the peace of the moment. 

That ‘moment’ ended quickly. Too quickly. 

During the time I was stuck in a staring contest with Danny, Layla had taken it upon herself to cordially invite not just Sam but all of the Kiszkas and Danny down to the pool to join us. My eyes opened softly as I heard the familiar voice of Jake greeting everyone as he slipped down into the lowered tub with us, followed by Sam and Josh. No Danny. I couldn’t help the small smile on my face as I realized he hadn’t come too, well that was until he did come. He walked up a few seconds after the others, complaining about the fact that the hotel didn’t offer towels to ‘skinny dippers’. I could hear the laughs coming from the rest of my bandmates but the smile that was once present had faded. Similar to us, they hadn’t brought bathing suits to the hotel tonight and had come down in their boxers. 

Normally, I wouldn’t care, not in the slightest. I had grown up around all of the guys before me, and the girls were the girls, so being in just a bra and underwear wasn’t that big of a deal. However, I was in a bra and underwear, my wet hair pushed back down my back, and sitting directly across from the man I used to call baby. Maybe in this situation, someone else would've kept it cool and collected - but seven years? Seven years changes people, and not just mentally. 

I stared at the water ahead of me, the small bubbles popping as they rose to the top and silence filled the air once more. 

“Good show tonight?” I said coldly as everyone sat around looking at me as my voice broke through the air. 

A mix of yes’s came back in response from mostly all of the guys but Danny…he just sat there, staring down into the space in front of himself, identical to me. It was almost as if he knew how badly he fucked me over, like over these seven years, he's put it beside him but now, now that I sit here in front of him it's a different story. 

“Danny good show?” 

His eyes met mine as mine blazed into his. I wanted him to feel all the pain that I had over these past years. I wanted him to know that getting rid of the ‘random’ that was dragging him down was the worst decision he could've made. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled out. 

“Sorry, what? You know I can’t understand you when you mumble Daniel” a bitter smile forming across my face, my eyes remaining cold. 

“Yes. The show was great.” 

“Great.” 

And there was silence once more, except the air was filled with tension now as everyone else with us in the small pool looked between Danny and me as the quick conversation played out before it died down again quickly. No one moved, no one said anything, and everyone just sat in that pure, thick awkward silence. But me? I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d spent all of my life worrying about what he was doing with his life, where I went wrong with mine, I thought about it all so if this is how tour needed to be - it would be. I stood, sloshing through the warm water as my skin pricked up with goosebumps at the cool night's air. 

“Wait, wait where are you going?”   

I didnt bother turning around as I heard Layla ask the question as I walked up the stairs and onto the cold concrete. 

“Bed. We have to be up early.” My voice now rising as I walked further from the hot tub, not bothering to look back.

I grabbed my robe and slipped it on around my wet body, padding back through the quiet, cold lobby and up to the elevator. I wrapped the robe tighter around myself as I got off the elevator, my feet grateful to be walking on carpeting through the halls as I stuck my room key to the door, immediately going in to start the shower. I slipped off the robe and replaced it with a towel after I took off the damp undergarments sticking to my body, trying to run a brush through my hair before I entered the steaming glass room. Just as soon as I set my brush down a knock came at the door I rolled my eyes shouting out, 

“Im about to shower use your room key,” but the knocking came through once more as I walked towards the door, swinging it open, being met by not Mikey but by the exact reason I came up to my room. 

“Yes?” 

“Can we talk?” 

“I’m about to shower so no” 

“I can wait” 

“I’m showering rather than going to bed, Danny, so no you can go back down there,” I said callously as I moved to shut the door before it hit something, looking down to see Danny's foot in the door. I moved my eyes from his foot to his face as my eyes blazed into his. 

“Move.” 

“Can we please talk?” 

“Im giving you five fucking minutes” I barked as I turned to walk into the bathroom and turn off my shower, slipping back into a bathrobe before walking out, seeing him sitting on one of the beds. 

“I’d rather you not sit on my bed in your soaked boxers” 

“Sorry” he said gently, making quick work to stand, not knowing what to do with his arms as they hung down to the side, looking at me like he was waiting for me to speak. 

“You wanted to talk so talk” 

“I- it's just really good to see you….. You- you look good” 

“Im glad im up to your standards” 

“I never said that-” 

“Am I better than before? More acceptable to be seen with you now that ive matured?” 

“What are you even saying right now y/n.” 

“You dumped me. You looked me in the face and told me I was just some random chick from Frankenmuth. You dumped me and no one, not a single one of you four reached out to me. For seven years straight? And now when you guys need an opening act the ball just so happens to be in my court. Why. Why are you here right now?” 

“I just wanted to talk with you-” 

“And what? Tell me how fucking sorry you are? How much you've missed me? Fucking save it,” I snapped as I walked towards the door once more and held it open “You can go now.”

“No.” 

“Im sorry?”

“No we're not doing this petty bullshit were going to sit and have a conversation about this like adults” 

“Oh, now you want to have a conversation?” I questioned as I slammed the door shut, walking up to him like I was preying on him. 

“y/n-” 

“You fucking low-life piece of shit-” 

“Come on, I mean really?” he questioned, looking at me with pleading eyes. 

“Yes, really Daniel!” My voice now rising, my tone shifting from anger to just pure hatred. 

“I spent the better half of 4 years trying to get my fucking shit together because of YOU. All the fancy riffs or the notes I sing in our songs because of you. I spent so long in such a dark place that my parents forced me to do this shit. They would sit and watch me play or sing for hours because it was that or medications and hospitals. You broke me Danny, and now, you're sitting in my hotel room, wanting to do what try and fix things?” 

He stood silent as I paused for a moment, his eyes now staring down at his own two feet. 

“Exactly. You're too much of a pussy to admit why im even entertaining this, but when it comes to breaking some poor girl's heart, who loved you with everything she possibly could, it was a fucking cakewalk.” I chastised with a bitter laugh as I bit back tears through my words. 

“Sam told me Danny. He literally fucking told me that he wouldn’t talk to me and that none of you would talk to me because of the breakup.” I paused taking a breath to prevent the tears from falling, “Do you know how much I would text the guys? Just for something, any type of conversation and they would never respond because of you.” I cursed out as I walked towards him now standing directly in front of him.  

“You fucking ruined my life,” my hands now turning to fists as I pushed against his chest “You made me hate myself so much,” another hit to his chest, harder now, “and I wrote that fucking song about you,” I screamed as the tears began to stream down my cheeks and onto the floor, “because I missed you and I hated myself for the breakup,” between my fists connecting with his chest to the tears streaming from my eyes, the world started to spin as he grabbed my hands, my movements stopping as I looked up at him, “but in reality…you never actually gave a shit about me did you..?” 

His eyes met mine, the pain running through his hazel irises as he loosened his grip on my wrists, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled me into his embrace, the water from the pool hitting my cheek as I wrapped my arms around his body and rested my head on his chest. 

“I always loved you y/n.” 

“I fucking hate you.” I choked out as sobs racked through my body as he held me. All the pain, all the hate I had in me was finally flowing out, and I could feel the weight being lifted off my body. 

Everything was right though. The part of me that was still holding onto the past finally felt at peace, I felt at peace, I was emotional and felt so out of control but…my body knew that I could relax, for this once. 

“Im so sorry” left his lips like a mantra as he held me, placing his head on mine until the crying slowed, and I pulled back, looking up at his with red puffy eyes and cheeks. 

“Do you mean it?” I beckoned softly 

“Mean what?” 

“You love me?” 

“Yes” a small nod following his short, one-worded response. 

“Ok,” I said, my eyes searching his, his face, the way his damp curls fell around his face “ok.” 

“Ok?” 

I nodded softly in response, never taking my eyes from his face as they flickered down to his lips before back up to his eyes, the tension between us running thicker than ever. 

“Do you feel the same?” he whispered, the proximity between the two of us growing closer and closer. 

I picked my shoulders up, sighing as I dropped them, “should I?” 

Now he mocked my movements, nodding slightly as his forehead now rested on mine, our noses centimeters away from touching. 

“Ok..” 

With that, he closed the small distance between our bodies entirely as he planted a soft kiss against my lips. It was slow, gentle, an apology, an apology from the danny I used to love. But soon, his mouth grew hungry against mine as his tongue ran along my bottom lip, seeking entrance. Allowing him in, I moved back slightly, dragging him with me as I shifted my arms to hook around his neck before the back of my thighs hit the edge of my bed. 

Without hesitation, I sat back on the bed as he leaned down to kiss me as I broke away, scooting up further on the bed before lying down fully as he moved on top of me, holding himself up with his arms close to the sides of my head as he drew his center of attention down to my neck. He nipped and licked at my neck as I pushed my head back into the mattress, giving him more access as I felt his cold hand along the top of my thigh. 

His hand traveled along my leg, pushing under the fabric to run along my stomach up to my chest, stopping himself right below my sternum, sliding his hand back down my body once more as I pulled his hair to one side, moving it out of his face. His hand made it back down to my leg, and soon it was not focused on the inside of my thighs, tracing small circles along the inside of them. I used my free hand now to assist him, untying the knot holding the robe together at my waist as I moved the fabric to the side as he moved his kisses slowly down my neck to my chest. 

My head pushed back further as my eyes shut in pleasure as he lowered his mouth onto my chest, bringing a hand up to massage the other as he lowered his mouth onto my breast, while his hand slowly dragged closer and closer into my core, the pleasure building up. 

“O-oh shit” I moaned out as he lifted his mouth from my chest, wasting no time as he lowered it back down onto my left breast as his fingers finally lightly traced up my core, a loud moan erupting from my chest at the light touch. At the sound, he did it once more, now using two fingers and taking his time as he stopped directly on my clit. Carelessly, he pulled them away quickly, a whine leaving my lips at the loss of touch as he brought his hand up to my mouth, pushing down on my lower lip. As I parted my lips slightly, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper back into my throat as I held back a gag, swirling my tongue around his two fingers before he slowly pulled them back out, bringing them back between my legs. 

The room was filled with the sounds of my moans as I bit down on my lip, trying to quiet myself as he shifted the focus off his lips back up to my neck, my chin, and once again reconnected with my lips as he slid his fingers and down and inside of me, my back arching up at the new feeling as I moaned loudly into the kiss. 

“D-Danny” I mumbled against his lips as his fingers slowly began to start to pump in and out of me. 

I could feel the smirk growing along his lips as he pressed his hips into me slightly, feeling the pressure in his boxers hard along me as I slid a hand from the back of his neck down to his body, tracing slowly down to where they rested along his hips as I slipped a finger into them, tugging them ever so slightly. He wasted no time as he moved his fingers out of me, earning another moan out of me as he shimmed off his underwear, coming back to me as I leaned up into the kiss, pushing back on his shoulders as he fell back on the bed. I shifted gently onto him, straddling him as I picked my hips up, now taking my time to press soft kisses down his jaw to his neck to his chest, leaving small hickeys littered everywhere down his body before leaning back up, placing my hands on his chest as I looked down at him. 

I reached down, grabbing his cock as I aligned him before slowly sinking onto him, both of us moaning out loudly at the familiar yet new sensations. Gradually, I picked up my pace as I started to move on him, his hands sliding up my body and to my chest, grabbing and squeezing at my breasts as my head fell back in pleasure. 

“Fuck I missed you” he moaned out quietly, bringing my head back forward as I watched his head push back like mine had, his eyes shut into tight lines, his mouth open every so slightly, curls sprawled along the mattress. 

Mocking his movements earlier, I took advantage of his state, grabbing one of his hands from my chest as I lifted two of his fingers into his mouth once more before pulling them out and lowering them to my clit, before he took control, setting his own pace now. 

My moaning grew borderline pornographic as I was sure almost everyone on this floor was being awoken by us at the late hour but it didn’t matter. I picked up my pace every so slightly, his cock reaching in deeper than I thought was possible as I leaned back placing my hands on his legs behind me to try and adjust to the new stretch. Deliberately he drew his other hand now away from my chest pressing into my stomach. 

“Want you to feel me here” 

My eyes rolled back at his words, and my mouth opened, pants and small whimpers leaving me because I really could feel him there. I dragged his hand back up to my chest, to which he automatically began to work once more, and between all the places we were connected, I could feel that pit in my stomach starting to grow larger and larger, in need of release. My hips started to falter as I grew closer, just wanting the focus to be his fingers but before I could even blink he had me flipped, my back down on the bed as he made quick work of pushing back into me, as my hand flew to the sheets, gripping at them so hard I could’ve snapped a nail or two. The new pace he had set was quicker than I thought was possible…harder too. 

“I-fuck close” I moaned out against his neck as he lowered himself onto me more before his voice filled my ears. 

“Me too..” he whispered, his hot breath shooting down onto my skin as the moans filled my ears. 

I could now feel him pushing into me for longer, not going as fast as he pushed into me once more, letting out a loud string of moans as his movement faltered and he quicked his pace on my clit, my moans almost matching his as I reached my climax. Tears streamed from my eyes in pleasure as I moaned out his name loudly. Eventually, he slowed completely to a stop, pulling out of me slowly before falling back onto the bed next to me, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. 

“You're fucking amazing” 

“Yea I hope I am given the last time I fucked you was when we were teenagers” I sighed turning to look at him, a soft smile growing on my face as he turned to look back at me. 

“I do love you y/n. I haven’t been able to... fully forgive myself or move on. I knew it was wrong and my heart feels so still every time I try to get with someone else I always just think of…. you.” 

I nodded softly, bringing a hand to the side of his face as I pushed the hair out of his eyes muttering softly “I love you too Danny… but you do need to leave; im sharing a room with Mikey” 

“Fuck.” 

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[alwaysonthemend]

Author's Note: This fic is inspired by a conversation I had with @jakeyt and I am delighted to share some dom Jake with you all. The entire premise of this fic is all from @jakeyt 's beautiful mind so you all have her to thank for this. Sorry for any typos/mistakes

Warnings: Fem!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, pussy slapping (no I'm not ashamed) extreme edging, thoughts of using safe word. 18+ only MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4189

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He’s like a different person up there on stage. Gone is the stoicism. Gone is the quiet. Up there, he’s nothing less than a rock god – shredding on his guitar and dripping with talent and sex. He’s a master of his craft. And the thing is, he knows that he is. He knows what he’s doing – causing so many thousands of thighs to clench and hearts to race. And he gets off on it. 

This was something that you discovered quickly after beginning your relationship with Jake. You’d always assumed that he was quiet – bashful even at times. But all that goes away the moment he steps foot in front of a crowd. Fleeting glances towards the big screen displaying his lewd movements and faces to thousands proves to you that he knows (and enjoys) what he’s doing. 

You’d be a liar if you said you don’t enjoy it too. Seeing him so confident, so sure in his abilities and sex appeal, sets a fire between your legs like nothing else. 

Tonight is a little different though. When normally before a show he’s touchy and excited – pressing eager kisses to your lips and eyes sparkling with excitement... tonight had been nothing but stony silence before he went out. You’d been arguing all day – something petty and childish that the both of you had blown way out of proportion, trading passive aggressive remarks and glances all day. You’re not even sure how it started at this point. 

And now you could see first hand how all that frustration had built up inside of him. He’s acting feral up there and the crowd is going absolutely insane. 

From your place on side stage, you can clearly see that he’s working himself up as he plays – something that he so often does. Tiny little shifts of his hips against the guitar… never enough to draw suspicion. But you know. You know him. And you know what his face looks like when he’s turned on. 

There isn’t much longer left of the show and you can tell that he’s wound tight as a drum. His hair, once brushed and glossy, now lies stringy and messy the way it is after the two of you fuck. His face and chest are flushed and beads of sweat drip down his face onto his chest and stomach. He’s sweat completely through his jacket and fuck that just turns you on even more. He’s giving it all he’s got – leaving everything out on that stage. 

Just as his second to last solo ends, his brows furrow and he glances back towards his tech. You squint your eyes, trying to see what’s the matter. He yells something to the tech but you can’t hear anything over Danny’s drums. 

Finally you see what the problem is after he yanks his guitar strap over his head, a singular guitar string swinging helplessly beneath it. He snapped a string. 

Unconsciously, your thighs squeeze together again. He’s going to be pissed. You can see it on his face already. And that means trouble for you… the most delicious type of trouble. 

As if sensing your arousal, Jake’s eyes snap to you and track the movement. As his eyes pan upwards to meet yours, the look that he gives you is just nasty. Unbridled anger and lust all mixed together in a dangerous cocktail. 

His tech brings him his number two in seconds and he looks away, able to carry on as if nothing happened – you doubt many in the crowd even noticed. But Jake is pissed. You can see it in his face and in the way he tears into the next song with reckless abandon. 

And now, you can see that he’s hard in his pants. His thrusts into his guitar are more bold, sliding his length against the poor instrument. Anger, you’ve found, so often bleeds into desperate arousal for Jake. He’s always pent up after a show – getting off on the way he’s affecting his fans. But anger morphs into something damn near animalistic in your normally sweet boyfriend. And as much as you hate for things to go wrong for him, you can’t help the excitement thrumming through your body at the thought of what’s to come.

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He meets you in the green room afterwards. He’s drenched in sweat and practically seething as he enters the room to find you waiting for him. His eyes pin you to the spot, rendering you unable to do anything but stand there and wait for him to tell you what he wants. Fear and lust swirl around inside you as you wait for him to speak. 

He shifts on his feet, subtly adjusting himself in his pants. 

“Go back to the hotel and wait for me.” His voice is low and cold – sharp as he directs you. 

“W-what?” That takes you off guard. You’ve fucked in dressing rooms, green rooms, and bathrooms after shows. And when you do go back to your hotel room (which isn’t often as he can rarely wait that long) he goes with you. This is uncharted territory, 

“I said,” he bites out venomously, “go back to the hotel and wait.”

You nod, ungluing your feet from the floor and slowly making your way to the door. His eyes follow you, not moving away from you once as you slide past him out into the hallway. He makes no move to follow you as you walk away and by the time you’ve left the venue and gotten in an Uber to take you back, confusion has replaced the need that you’d been feeling all day.

When you finally arrive, you trudge your way to the elevator and hit the button, thoughts anxiously racing as you try and wrack your brains to figure out what made him act so differently tonight. Shaking your head from your thoughts, you exit the elevator and walk to your door. You pull out your key card and step inside, immediately toeing off your shoes and tossing your purse and jacket onto your bedside table. 

You’re not sure what to do. He’d given you no indication as to how long he’d be and you don’t want to piss him off any more than he already is. You strip from your clothes and change into nothing but an old t-shirt of Jake’s and slip under the covers, content to wait for his return.  

Minutes turn into an hour. 

That hour turns into two. 

And two turns into two and a half and you're worried that he’s not going to come back at all. He’d been pent up, sure. But maybe he was angrier at you than you had thought. That plus his guitar string snapping probably had him alight with rage. 

Sighing, you reach over and turn off the light and sink further into the covers, allowing your tiredness and defeat to pull you into sleep. 

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The lamp turning on drags you back into consciousness. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and mumbling out a confused noise as you try and figure out what’s going on. 

As the spiderwebs leave your sleep-addled brain, you finally see Jake standing next to the bed. His suit is gone and he’s wearing nothing but tight black boxers. His face is angry and determined, looking down at you in thinly veiled frustration and lust. 

“Jake?" You ask, sitting up further in the bed. “Where the fuck were you? I was worried!” You scold him, your own frustration bleeding into your tone. 

“So worried you fell asleep?” He fires back in a snarky tone. 

You roll your eyes and go to lay back down but he grabs your wrist and yanks you back upwards harshly. 

“Jake!” You yell, taken aback by his roughness with you. 

“That’s not my name tonight, angel.” He says darkly, eyes glittering in the dim lamplight. “Understand?” 

“Yes sir.” You squeak out. You sweep your eyes downward and finally see what lays clenched in his other hand. 

A guitar string. 

Your eyes widen at the sight and your heart begins to pound. He notices the line of your gaze and smirks. 

“My two most beloved things in the world decided to piss me the fuck off tonight.” He starts, releasing your wrist and delicately caressing your cheek with his fingertips. “Which means that I have to ask you a very important question.” He hedges, hooking your chin with his index finger and turning your face upwards towards him. 

“What’s your question?” You ask in a tiny voice, afraid to push him any further than he already is. 

“Do you remember your safe word, angel?” 

“Gibson, sir.” 

“Good girl. Take your shirt off.”

You concede, ripping the material over and off your head and tossing it somewhere in the room. 

Jake takes another step towards the bed and grabs your wrists, effortlessly manhandling them so that your arms are above your head. 

“Hold still.” He tells you, and you obediently keep your arms where he put them as he pulls his hand away. 

Taking the guitar string, Jake loops it around both your wrists in a figure eight, cinching the cord tightly so that your wrists are pressed together. 

“Too tight?” 

You shake your head, slick beginning to flood between your thighs at the feeling of being bound. Jake loops the other end of the string around the headboard and pulls, causing the muscles in your arms to extend completely as he ties the string. He takes a step back to survey his work. The sight of you, arms completely extended and bound above your head, draws a groan from between his plush lips. 

“I’ve got one rule for you tonight, angel.” He says, walking around the bed and making his way to his suitcase. He unzips it and begins rifling through his things. “You don’t get to cum until I say. If I decide that you’ve earned it.”

You nod again and watch as he finds what he’s looking for. The quietest of gasps escapes you as he holds up his prize. He clicks the button and your vibrator hums to life. You thought you’d concealed it from him. The last time you’d come along on tour with him, he’d taken a particular liking to teasing you with it, and you’d hidden it in the hopes that he’d forget about it. Clearly, you’d been very mistaken. 

“Thought you hid this from me didn’t you?” He asks, stalking back towards the bed like a lion seeking out its prey. You squirm, anticipation filling you. 

“How did-”

“Did I find it?” He interrupts, crawling into the bed and settling himself between your legs. “You seem to forget..” He slides the vibrating toy up your inner thigh, building up the tension within you. “I know you too well, sweet girl. And I’m not letting you get off that easily.”

Without warning, he presses the toy onto your throbbing clit and the sudden sensation has you arching up off the bed and moaning loudly. 

“Fuck!” You cry, eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensation. 

Mercilessly, Jake begins to circle your clit with the vibrator, pressing into your bundle of nerves with relentless focus and attention. 

“All fucking day you’ve been testing my patience.” His voice is low – almost a growl, as he speaks to you. “It’s like you enjoy pushing my buttons any chance you get.” 

“You were being dramatic.” You manage to say between moans, and Jake’s eyes blaze with anger as he presses the toy harder into your clit. 

“That’s how you wanna play, angel?”

You don’t answer, overwhelmed by the white hot pleasure coursing through you. 

“Answer.” He tells you, circling the toy faster. 

You can’t. The feeling of the vibrations on your clit as he circles the toy is too much for your body to handle and any coherent thoughts have long since flown out the window. You open your mouth – to answer his question or to tell him that you’re close, you’re not sure. But as soon as you open your mouth to speak, a loud high-pitched cry escapes you instead. You’re on the edge, so so close to falling over. You need it… badly. You’ve been wanting it all day. Deciding to test your luck, you stay silent as you reach the crest of orgasm. 

Crack

The sting between your legs makes a loud, pornographic moan bubble up from your throat as Jake slaps his palm against your throbbing cunt. He didn’t slap you overly hard, but hard enough to leave you dazed. You stare at him, mouth hung open in shock. 

“You think I can’t tell when you’re about to cum?” Jake’s voice is ice cold and dangerous, causing you to gulp as he glares at you. “Remember, angel: I know you. And I told you not to cum without me telling you to.” 

“I’m sorry, sir.” You say meekly. And you are. The look in his eye is damn near sinister. 

“Not good enough.” He says, tossing the toy to the side. 

You can tell by the look on his face and the sound of his voice that you’ve really fucked up now, and you’re quick to try and remedy the situation. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Jake.” The apologies spew from your lips like prayers and you barely even register what you’re saying – your second mistake of the night. 

“Strike two.” 

Crack 

This time, the blow is a little harder, causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes. 

“That’s not my name tonight, as I already told you earlier.” He shakes his head, and you could cry at the disappointment covering his face. Directing his attention downwards, Jake eyes the mess between your thighs. “You like this, don’t you? When I treat you like the little whore that you are?”

“Yes sir, I do.” You whine, wriggling your hips in the hopes that it will entice him to give you what you want. 

“Look at you.” He swipes the pad of his finger through your dripping folds, humming appreciatively. “Your pussy is dripping.” 

“It’s all for you, sir.” You pant, shoulders beginning to ache after being suspended for so long. 

“You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” 

You nod your head vigorously. 

“I wanna spoil this pretty pink pussy so badly.” He says with sadness, as if he really is disheartened that he has to punish you. “But you’ve been such a terrible girl all day long, haven’t you?”

You don’t glorify him with an answer as one of his long, talented fingers finally enters you. He curls it upwards, brushing your g-spot and making you moan loudly. 

“You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly.” He tells you, adding another finger and curling it along with the other. 

You moan louder as he picks up his pace, fucking you with his fingers in the way that only he can. It’s like liquid fire is coursing through your veins – your entire world shrinking down to nothing but him and his fingers. His thumb presses into your clit and begins to rub tight circles, thrusting your body quickly back to the edge. 

“Sir...” You pant breathlessly, “I’m close.” 

“Already?” The smugness in his voice is obvious and the smile that graces his lips is cocky. He’s an arrogant little shit when it comes to how good he is with his fingers. 

“Such a shame.” He adds nonchalantly, pulling his fingers from you and wiping them on the sheets. 

You toss your head back and uselessly tug on your restraints. You’re wound so tight you feel like you could explode. 

“You’re shaking. Something wrong?” Jake asks, grinning from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas morning. 

“Jake- sir, please.” 

“Almost.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “But not quite yet.” 

Without warning, Jake thrusts his fingers back into you, curling them deliciously and brushing your sweet spot with each movement. He’s watching your face, studying the way your expressions shift and  contort with each movement of his fingers. The wet sounds accompanying each movement are almost comically pornographic, but you’re far too gone to really notice. 

Without letting up with his fingers, Jake lowers his body down so that he’s resting his torso on the mattress between your legs. As soon as his hips touch the bed, he lets out a groan – no doubt enjoying the pressure on his cock. He’s edging himself too, you realize. Jake gets off on watching you, and you’re giving him the show of a lifetime with the way you’re moaning and crying with reckless abandon. 

Jake leans in and wraps his lips around your throbbing clit, suckling and swirling his tongue as his fingers continue to fuck into you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wail, jerking your bound wrists and thrashing your head from side to side. 

He hums a laugh into your heat and the vibration is almost too much. 

“Fuck, stop! Please stop. I can’t!” 

Once again, Jake pulls away and allows you a moment to catch your breath. 

“Had enough yet?” Jake asks with a shit eating grin. “That’s how many orgasms that you haven’t gotten to have?”

“Three, sir.” Your voice is coarse and shaky, strained from the moans that he’s been pulling from you. You’re sweaty and exhausted, and the desperation and need to cum is reaching the point of being unbearable. 

“That’s right. Three orgasms that you could have had if you hadn’t been so terrible today. The first one,” he mutters while picking up the vibrator again, “was for our argument earlier. The second,” he clicks the button and the toy whirs to life again, “for your snarky little comments you’ve been throwing at me all day.” The toy hovers dangerously close to your clit, just barely not touching and you fight to hold still as your body wants to recoil from the inevitable overwhelming sensation. “Do you know what the third one is for?” 

You shake your head, focus still glued to how close the vibrator is to your swollen, abused clit. 

“No.” 

“You sure?” Jake asks, finally pressing the toy into you. 

You let out an agonized scream at the feeling. You’ve been on edge so long and the pleasure from earlier has morphed into a red hot need – dangerously close to bleeding into more pain than pleasure. 

“Your guitar string snapping?” You can barely get your mouth to form the words and you’re quickly nearing a threshold of desperation that you’ve never entered before. 

“Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’ as he says the word. 

“Fuck I don’t know! I don’t know!” You yell, clenching your teeth as your legs begin to shake.

“Yes you do. Think back. And remember,” he presses the toy even harder and you’re beginning to debate whether or not you need to use your safeword. “I. Know. You.” 

You need to cum so badly and real tears are starting to stream down your face. It’s too much and not enough and the room is starting to turn black around the edges as you finally concede, the confession slipping past your lips in a broken, tiny little voice. 

“I made you mad on purpose.” 

Immediately, he brings the toy away from your cunt and clicks it off. 

“I know, angel.” He says, placing the toy on the mattress next to you and rubbing his palms up your thighs. “But I want to hear you say it again.”

“I made you mad on purpose.” You repeat, body thrumming with pent up lust and adrenalin. 

“Why did you piss me off on purpose, baby?” He asks, voice saccharine and deceivingly soft. 

“Because you’re so-” You cut yourself off, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. 

“Tell me.” He demands, digging his fingers into the plush skin of your thigh. 

“Because you’re sexy when you’re mad. And I wanted you to fuck me.” You finally spit out, shame flooding your body as you finally admit to having started this whole thing for the sake of getting a good fuck. It’s childish. You know it is. But sometimes the itch becomes so unbearable that you have to try and get it satisfied somehow. And making Jake angry is the quickest way to get what you want. 

Sensing your shift in mood, Jake smooths his palms over your thighs again, gently tracing circles into your skin with his calloused fingertips. 

“You know you can just ask, baby. You don’t have to piss me off to get it hard like this.” 

Emboldened by his comforting words, you give him the brattiest little smirk that you can muster. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

And just like, he slips back into his role. 

“What am I gonna do with you, angel?” He asks, reaching up to untie the guitar string from your wrists and the headboard. “Get on your fucking knees.” 

You scramble to comply, rising as quickly as you can despite your body’s protests, and settle onto your knees

“Hands behind your back.” He demands. 

You whine at his request but do it anyway. 

“Wanna touch you.” The sentence sounds desperate and needy as it leaves your mouth, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You need to cum. More than you ever had before and at this point you’ll do anything to get it. 

“Too bad.” He says, binding your wrists again so that they’re stuck behind your back. 

Jake yanks his boxers down and you can’t help but to stare as you finally get to see his cock for the first time tonight. He looks so hard – the skin red and shiny, and his tip glistens with precum. 

“You cum after me, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” 

He presses his palm into the middle of your back and pushes, effectively knocking you face first into the mattress. He grips your hips and yanks upwards, pressing your face farther into the mattress while your ass sticks up in the air. 

Finally, he sinks his length into you all the way to the hilt and the both of you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He groans as he uses both hands to grip your ass in a bruising hold. 

Immediately, he’s slamming into you with so much force it’s all you can do to just lay there and take it. His groans are rough and deep and his hips slam into your thighs hard. Using his grip on you, he pulls your hips back to meet his thrusts, and the feeling is so overwhelmingly good and your mind is fogged over with your need for him. 

This was what you wanted. The pleasure that only he can give you. No man has ever been able to make you feel the way Jake makes you feel and you’re desperate for him all the damn time. 

With each pound of his hips, you let out a moan – so high-pitched and loud that you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so lost to the pleasure.

“Jake…” You warn, your long awaited orgasm barrelling towards you at the speed of fucking sound. 

“I know, angel. I’m so close. Fuck.” He lets go of your hip with one hand and reaches around in front of you to rub frenzied circles against your clit. 

“Oh fuck. I’m so close. Please.” His voice is wrecked, breathless and broken as he falls apart. His pace hasn’t slowed, his stamina allowing him to keep slamming into you at a speed that’s making your head spin. The sound of his pleading – the neediness of it, has you so close to cumming you can taste it. His dominant side has completely bled away – just as it always does when he’s about to cum. 

“Do it, angel. Give it to me. Oh fuck!” 

You can’t stop it now. Your orgasm slams into you like a freight train – stealing the breath from your lungs as you completely fall apart. Distantly, you can hear his own sounds of release and you can feel him spill into you but it doesn’t register. It feels like it goes on for hours – wave upon wave of pleasure washing over you and drowning you in the feeling of release that you’d been denied for so long.

Like you’re watching it happen to someone else, you become aware of Jake delicately untying your hands and rubbing where your skin had become raw. 

He turns you over onto your back before collapsing onto you – allowing his body weight to settle on top of you. 

“Fuck.” He breathes into your ear, chest heaving and heart pounding.

“Mmmm.” You hum, closing your eyes and trying to come back to earth. 

“You okay?” He asks, swiping his sweaty hair from his face. 

You just hum at first, giving him as much of a smile as you can muster. 

“Fuck yeah.” You finally answer after your brain clears from the fog a little bit. 

“You’re a mess.” He says with a giggle, taking in your fucked out expression and glassy eyess. He literally fucked you stupid. 

“You still love me, though.” 

“Yeah I do, angel.”

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Bound For Earth: Chapter 8

Characters: Jake Kiszka, Josh Kiszka, Marlie, Ivan. Warnings: 18+ || Language. Smut. Allusions to sex. Penetrative sex. Fluff. Tooth achingly sweet proposal. Brotherly banter. A/N: We are back with the sci-fi!

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“Jake, what are you doing?” Marlie asks as I pull her through the corridors.

Today marks three months since Marlie and our family made the trip here to Mars. We’ve shown them just about everything. I took Sam out in one of the space cars and he absolutely fell in love with it. Danny fell right into rhythm helping out in the training modules. Apparently he’s big on fitness and helping to keep everyone in shape has been quite the joy for him. Mom and Dad fell back into work, Mom working from the command center and Dad went right back to working on the cruiser and fixing any problems with any of the space crafts if there were any problems. Josh and Ivan seemed to get even closer. I still sometimes see them sneaking in and out of each other’s cabins every now and then. As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters.

Marlie and I have spent nearly every minute together, except for when I have to work. When I do, she’ll go off and help Josh in the agricultural side of the station. Apparently she too has a green thumb.

It has been an adjustment period and not everything has been exactly sunshine and rainbows. Living on the station is a lot different than living on Earth. You don’t have much freedom to do things and living in close quarters is not always easy, especially when you have a small bed that typically only fits one person.

Sex was easy when it didn't require having to turn over often, which we sometimes did. Listen.. I’m trying to experience sex in any way that I possibly can and any way that she’s comfortable with. But damn.. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve hit the floor. Forget having bruises from sex, I get bruises just from falling off the bed.

I sleep on the outer side of the bed to keep her from falling off the bed. I didn’t entirely think that through very well. Neither of us can sleep on our backs or our stomachs, so we have to sleep on our sides which tends to get highly uncomfortable after a while so turning over just adds even more difficulty. It got to the point that I got fed up once in the middle of night and ended up sleeping on the floor. Still not comfortable but at least I won’t keep falling off the bed. I had petitioned to build a bigger bed in the cabin but per usual, my request was denied. The only reasoning being that Marlie would be going back to Earth in three months so the head honcho felt that it would just be a waste. Whatever..

Sharing such close quarters was also not easy. Always having to squeeze past each other in the bathroom. Marlie tripped over my computer chair so many times. Trying to take a shower together proved difficult so that was eliminated almost immediately. Even trying to change at the same time resulted once in her swinging her elbow and nailing me in the throat. She was offered to stay in an empty cabin but that was clear on the other side of the station. She declined it gracefully whereas I may have used a few not so nice words. So living in the same tiny cabin will have to be done for the time being.

“I want to show you something.” I say as I unlock the doors to the dome. Inside it was filled with all different kinds of monitors and radars. A spiral staircase led upwards towards the top where a giant telescope sat and pointed outwards to look beyond the station. Dragging her up the steps, I stop in front of the telescope. “I think you’re going to like this.” I peer through the eyepiece of the telescope, adjusting it to the right position until I find what I’m looking for. “Here, take a look.”

She steps up to the telescope and peers into the eyepiece, “Woah.. Is that Saturn?”

“Yeah, we’re close enough to see Saturn in its orbit.”

“That’s so amazing. I never thought I’d see Saturn this close ever.”

“It’s quite the sight.”

She pulls away from the telescope, “Do you ever see Jupiter?”

“Every now and then, definitely more often than Saturn.”

She turns back to the telescope and looks into the eyepiece again. “Those rings are so gorgeous up close.”

“I had this crazy thought of what if it were possible to take one and give it to you..”

She scoffs with a giggle, “That is quite impossible.”

“Which is why I made you one.”

“What?” She pulls away and turns back around to face me.

“I was five years old when a group of astronauts made the trip from here to Saturn. They wanted to get as close as they could to observe the planet and its rings for better accuracy. Well, they got close enough to collect little pieces of the outer rings.” I dug into my pocket and pulled out a silver band that had a decent sized diamond on it. “I asked Patrick in the welding department if he could take some of the collected material from that trip and make a ring out of it.”

“Jake..”

“I know this is sudden and we haven't really talked about this..” I step up close to her and reach for her left hand. “I love you Marlie and I want to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

“Oh Jake..” She covers her mouth as her eyes fill with tears. “Of course I will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Yes!” She exclaims, excitedly bouncing on the tips of her toes.

I slip the ring on her finger and she throws her arms around my neck, effectively pulling me in for a kiss. No one knew of our engagement, I made sure to keep it a secret considering how easily word can spread around here.

That night we made love like we’ve never done before. Quite frankly because we did it right there by the telescope. I think the reason it felt different was because we’re engaged but because it’s a bit public and the risk of someone walking in and finding us just makes it quite the thrill.

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The proposal wasn’t the only surprise I had in store for her. I kept up with my training and my progress was moving along very well. Living on Earth was still a goal for me. Though I’d be away from Josh, I didn’t want to take Marlie away from all of that and bring her up here to next to nothing. She keeps telling me that she loves it up here but I just know that after some time she’ll grow to not like living up here 24/7. So for now, I’ll keep training to grow my immunity to Earth’s gravity.

As I make my way down the corridors towards our cabin, I’m yanked from the hall and into Josh’s cabin. “What the hell?” I say as he pins me to the bed.

“How can you propose to Marlie and not say anything to me?” He says above me.

“What? How did you–”

“She wasn’t so quick to hide the ring when I saw her in the common area. You never even mentioned wanting to propose and then boom, suddenly you’re engaged?!”

“Shhh!” I clamp my hands over his mouth. “Shut up, loudmouth. Who all else knows?”

Josh pushes my hands away from his face and stands back up to his feet. “As far as I know, just me.” Josh says. “But if she can’t hide that thing properly, Mom’s definitely going to find out and she’s going way more pissed than I am that you didn’t say anything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you–”

“I am your brother–your twin!” He exclaims, throwing his arms around in the air. “Out of everyone on this damn station, I should have been the first to know.”

“Are you finished being dramatic?” I say as I stand on my feet.

“Wah–Yes..” He huffs.

“And the reason I didn’t tell you was because I know how you are. Mom would have found out before I could even propose.”

“I would not have told her,” Josh says in defense of himself with his hands on his hips.

“Oh no?” I say, my eyebrows raising. “Then who was the one who told Mom that I took out the rover that very first time without supervision?”

“Well–”

“And the time that I snuck out to watch the sun rise from the canyons?”

“But–”

“Admit it, Josh. You would have blabbed.”

Josh rolls his eyes and folds his arms over his chest. He then peeks at me from the side. “Am I at least going to be your best man?”

“No, I was thinking maybe Sam–or Danny, he seems cool.”

“What?!”

I laugh and playfully shove him. “I’m kidding! Of course you’d be my best man! You’ve been by my side our whole lives–not like you had a choice–why would I choose someone over you?”

“Mmhmm…”

I chuckle and start heading for the door and I slide it open only to find Ivan on the other side with his fist raised to knock. “Oh.. Hi..” He awkwardly smiles. “I didn’t know-”

“No, you’re good!” I say with a smile. “I’m on my way out anyways.” We trade spots and I step out in the hall. “Have fun, be safe!”

Josh’s eyes grow wide. “Jake!”

I wink at him before closing the door and hurrying down the hall to our cabin. Sliding open the door, I hear Marlie gasp and I look up to see her covering her top half with one of my tshirts. She sighs in relief and sits down on the bed. “You scared me..” She says. I walk over with a smile on my face and I lean down to kiss her. “I haven’t seen you all day, how was it?”

“Good, actually,” I say as I sit beside her on the bed.

“You’ve been training a lot,” She says. “I like watching you.”

“You watch me?”

Marlie nods her head as she smiles. “You look so sexy when you’re all sweaty.”

“Do I?” I say as I lean in close to her, rubbing my nose against her.

“Mmhmm..”

“And I bet I’d look even sexier if I took all of my sweaty clothes off, hmm?”

“It’s possible.”

I smile against her lips and kiss her as I gently lay her back on the bed. She grabs the ends of my shirt and pulls it up my back. I lean back on my knees and pull off my shirt the rest of the way.

I whisper all of the sweet things into her ear as I slowly make love to her, savoring it all. I soak in all the places she touches me and I save all of her sounds in my head. All these years I have spent up here feeling trapped and as if I’d die up here without experiencing some kind of love.

But I found it, and I found her. Even though our short time spent on Earth didn't give me much, I still am grateful. I just hope all of this training pulls off.

When we both meet our ends, I go to pull out of her when she pulls me back and kisses me. “I love you.” She says. “I really do.”

“I love you too.” I say as I kiss her back.

–Four Months Later–

“I think you’re ready to go,” Ivan says with a proud smile on his face. “Both you and Josh have been shown a lot of progress since coming back.”

“You think?” Josh asks with a cock of his eyebrow.

Ivan chuckles. “I know,” He says as leans over to kiss Josh. “However, we still have to take precautions.”

“I knew it was too good to be true.” I grumble.

Ivan chuckled and I raised my head to look at him with a questionable look on my face. “Just for the first week or two, we’ll be monitoring the both of you. If anything should happen–”

“We’ll get shipped right back here..” I finished.

“Not exactly,” Ivan says, shaking his head. “Some of our engineers have been building a prototype of a lighter gravity chamber so in the event that something should happen–again–we’ll have a place to bring you instead of rushing you into outer space.”

“And it works?” Josh asks.

Ivan nods his head. “So… With all of that being said.. How about we head back to our cabins, pack up what all you want to bring back down with you, and get some rest. The cruiser leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

Sliding open the cabin door, I find Marlie sitting on the edge of the bed and chewing at her nail. A nervous habit she seems to have picked up. When she hears me, she looks up and drops her hand from her mouth.

“What’d he say?” She asks as she rushes up to me. “Are you cleared to go?” I nod my head and a smile breaks out on her face. “I have never been happier,” She says as she kisses me. “All the hard work that you’ve been put in and it’s paying off, I’m so proud of you.”

“I was determined to be with you on Earth,” I say as I wrap my arms around her. “Last thing I wanted to do was to subject you to life up here. It can get quite boring.”

“Well I’ve been having fun actually,” She says. “Plus you’re here so it definitely feels like home.” I smile and lean down to kiss her. “But I’ll be excited to finally be able to eat something other than pees.”

I can't help but to laugh. “Now you know how I’ve been feeling.” I say as I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her over to the bed.

“Would you like to celebrate?” She says.

“I thought you’d never ask..”

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Hello there fine folks. Happy Thursday, hope your week is going well. I really did try to speed past this part because I’ve got so much stuff in the plot line I’m still trying to get to, but these two are seriously writing themselves at this point I just black out and there’s words on the page. Anyways, I really like how this turned out hope you enjoy it too. See you next week!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please, even if a particular chapter doesn’t have much warnings this work is entirely for adults only, adult themes including: date night!, technically a little drinking, mentions of past problematic relationships, blood, tasting blood, smut including: strong suggestive language, kissing, brief dry humping, Danny trying (and failing) to be a gentleman, vampire!AU

Word count: 3k

Sam made it home just as the first vibrant hues of pink and orange began to grace the morning sky. He stopped for a minute to admire the view, just staring vacantly out into the vast horizon that met the grassy hills surrounding the trailer park as everything he’d experienced over the night settled deep into his very bones. After one long lung filling pull of air Sam exhaled, and with his release of breath he felt over a year's worth of pent up tension from all the emotional baggage he’d been carrying on his shoulders blow away together.

Climbing back through his bedroom window Sam fell into bed face first, using his last bit of energy to kick his shoes off onto the floor and tuck himself under the covers before passing out. He slept through lunch, but Jake was also off today so even he wasn’t going to wake Sam from his deep afternoon slumber.

By five o’clock Sam finally woke with a long rumble of his empty stomach, peeling himself off the mattress from where he’d laid unconscious without even a single twitch of a limb. Once up he pittered around in his kitchen, tossing whatever he had in the fridge and the tiny excuse for a pantry into a pot with some brown rice and quinoa for an early dinner.

It didn’t take long to cook his hodgepodge of ingredients, but by the time Sam finally sat at the bar with his bowl he inhaled its contents in three seconds, burning his tongue on every hefty spoonful.

Energy slowly returning now that he had a full stomach, Sam took his time cleaning up his kitchen. He moved all of the hand-me-down appliances Josh had given him as a peace offering when he eventually came around to the fact that his little brother was living on his own, and wiped the countertops beneath them before dragging his mop and bucket out for the floors.

Of course Danny had already seen his place, and as Sam learned last night at least for the time being Danny’s home wasn’t much to fuss about either. His southern upbringing still forced him to make sure everything was cleaned up before their date tonight so he mopped and dusted, took the trash out (actually managing to replace the liner this time), and even got a load of laundry started to hang out later.

Their Date. Sam let the sweet sound of that play on repeat through his head as he went room to room cleaning, helping the mundane tasks go by until soon the sun was setting. He was so excited that it didn’t even occur to him until after he was taking the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and dumping the contents into a bowl that Danny wouldn’t be eating any. Well, more for him. Sam wasn’t bothered by Danny’s lack of appetite for human food. That only meant he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else’s meal schedule since his was always a mess, the only consistent time he ate anything being the days he and Jake shared lunch.

The thought got him wondering about other things though. Like how often did Danny need to feed? It had been two nights since their meeting and the first time Sam had let Danny drink from him, but they were together again since then and Danny hadn’t seemed hungry last night.

No, there was a clear difference between the two nights. The first Danny was noticeably distracted, eyes trained on his artery like he was in a trance. Last night had been an entirely different experience. Danny was focused, patient, and determined to make sure Sam was taken care of.

A shiver prickled its way across Sam’s skin at the mere memory of all the places Danny had kissed and touched him. It wasn’t until a light knock came from the other side of his front door that Sam realized he’d been leaning against the counter with a stupid smile spread wide across his face.

When Sam opened the door he was surprised to see Danny. Not because he had actually held his word to be here as soon as the sun set, but because he was dressed in a pair of black slacks that fell right at his ankle and hugged closely to the shape of his long legs. Paired with the dress pants he also wore a black turtleneck underneath a sheer top with rich jewel toned embroidery that brought out all the dazzling shades of green hidden deep in his hazel eyes.

“You look nice” Sam commented, pulling the door open wider to allow him through. “But I thought we were just watching a movie here?” Looking down at his own state, he’d changed since eating dinner but only into some lounge pants and a simple t-shirt.

“No we are, I just-” Danny looked like he was second guessing having picked this outfit to wear but he swallowed his nerves and tilted his head high. “I wanted to look nice for our date”.

Sam remembered how he had purposefully worn something nice to work yesterday with the hope Danny would come in to see him, and he couldn’t fight off that same stupid smile from earlier at the revelation that Danny felt the same. He wanted to dress up for him. “Well you do, and if you get uncomfortable you can always take something off”.

Danny chuckled and shook his head in disbelief at Sam’s eagerness to get him naked again. Though he had to admit that after some rest he was already itching to feel Sam again the way he had last night. Nonetheless, he contained his desire and conducted himself as a gentleman as he stepped forward and placed his hand on the small of Sam’s back.

“May I?” Danny didn’t have to elaborate on what he was asking for, Sam could already see the way he stared at his lips like a starved man seeing a meal for the first time in days.

“You don’t even have to ask” Sam muttered, his eyes already slipping closed when Danny inched forward. He waited for the anticipated kiss, longing for the pressure of another’s lips against his own, but Danny only placed a chaste peck to the apple of his cheek.

“I’m starting at first base tonight” Danny chuckled again when he pulled back and saw the look of desperation on Sam’s angelic face. “I can’t have your brothers thinking I took advantage of you or anything”.

“But you did” Sam argued in annoyance, “and I liked it, a fucking lot”.

“I did too, believe me, but if we’re going to do this I want to do it right”.

“And by this you mean?” Sam pressed closer to Danny’s form, batting his eyes a couple of times as he looked up at Danny with a not so innocent smirk.

“Be together Sam” Danny clarified, “I know it's soon, and we don’t have to label anything yet, but I want us to try to be together, if you’ll have me that is”.

“If? Daniel you’re not getting rid of me now”.

Danny’s smile widened, but his eyes shifted away because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his resolve if he continued to look at Sam as he pretended to be sweet and coy. His line of sight fell to the bowl of popcorn still sitting on the counter, a reminder of their plans for the night.

“Do you have a movie already picked out?”

“Well here’s the thing” Sam began, grabbing his snacks and ushering his date towards the living room where the small couch sat facing an old box TV. “I don’t have cable or anything, just a DVD player”.

Danny made himself at home, finding a comfortable spot that left hardly any room for Sam to sit besides very close to him. “Retro, I like it”.

“So,” when Sam turned around he wielded a giant CD case, tossing it onto the table in front of Danny with a loud thud. “You get to choose”.

“I don’t care what we watch, I just want to be here with you-”.

“Oh no,” Sam suddenly became more serious than Danny had seen him before. “You don’t understand, this is a test. That book right there” he pointed down to the massive binder with its well used leather and thick metal zipper hardly able to keep it closed anymore. “That contains my brother’s and I’s entire movie collection. All of our favorites since we were kids are in there, and I fought tooth and nail to take it with me”.

Danny’s mouth formed a silent but clear ‘O’ as he understood better now what was being asked of him. He leaned forward and began to carefully unzip the book while Sam stared intently, waiting to judge his choice and place the selected disk into the player. Flipping through the plastic pages he carefully examined each of the many options, pausing every now and then to point out a familiar classic. There were plenty of titles he didn’t recognize too, niche movies he could tell Sam had fond memories of by how he smiled softly at just the image printed onto the outer acrylic layer.

After fingering through about half of the options, Danny found something he had actually never seen before but always intended to at some point or another. It seemed fitting for the occasion, and he smirked as he gently pulled it from the sleeve and handed it over.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Sam laughed, thinking at first that Danny was only joking. “Interview With a Vampire?”

“What? I thought you said you liked all of these?”

Sam took the DVD and turned around to feed it into the player as he grumbled “I do”. Honestly, he loved this movie. Tom Cruise was an asshole, but he couldn’t deny that Lestat was one of his sexual awakenings. What he would do to be able to go back in time to tell his younger self that one day he’d be curled up with a vampire of his very own as the opening scenes played out on the screen.

“Is your popcorn good?” Danny whispered in an amused tone as Sam tossed pieces into his mouth and munched on them.

“Hmm, salty” Sam commented, not even registering that he’d been eating loudly. He was more concerned with the proximity of Danny’s leg to his. So close that there wasn’t even any room for a cat to lay between them if Sam had one, but just barely not touching. “I’m going to grab a drink. Do you need anything?”

“Just you to hurry back” Danny quipped with another smirk. He could tell Sam seemed nervous for some reason, but he didn’t know it was because Sam hadn’t been on an actual date in so long that he didn’t know how to act now that he was here.

There weren’t many options in Sam’s fridge. A brita only halfway full of water, a quart of soy milk that he didn’t even know if it was still good anymore, and an unopened box of Topo Chico hard seltzer Josh had given him after the first order he’d gotten for the bar didn’t sell and the suppliers accidentally sent another. Sam tore the cardboard open, fishing around for a flavor that didn’t seem too overbearing and resumed his spot on the couch as the movie played on.

They both sat together with their eyes trained on the TV, the popcorn long forgotten on the table as Sam sipped on his can and played with the tab to keep his hands distracted. His hands needed a distraction, because if he left them to their own devices he knew soon they would be all over Danny again. All he had to do was reach out and his fingertips would be gliding across cool, smooth skin, ripping buttons apart, tangling in soft raven curls… As his mind wandered further and further into his fantasy, Sam wasn’t paying attention to how he had nearly broken the tab off the can from unconsciously flipping it back and forth until it snapped and his thumb slipped against a piece of sharp aluminum.

“Fuck” he winced at the sudden sharp pain, looking down to see the tab fallen to the floor. He didn’t even realize he’d cut himself until a bright ruby red drop fell to the carpet next to the tab. “I’m sorry” he quickly jumped up, trying to run back to the kitchen so he could run his tiny wound over water before Danny noticed.

There was no way Danny wouldn’t know, he could smell the strong aroma of fresh blood the second his skin tore. He caught Sam by the elbow, pulling him back down onto the cushions. “Why are you apologizing? Let me see”.

Sam cautiously gave his hand over to Danny, who turned it over in his grasp and examined the cut. “It looks superficial, just needs some disinfecting and a bandage. Do you have a first aid kit?”

“No”. Sam’s voice left in a breathy exhale as he watched Danny intently, curious how he was able to control himself now when before he had lapped up every last drop of Sam’s blood as it rolled down his shoulder. “I think I have some ointment in the bathroom though”.

Danny, still holding Sam’s hand in his, began to stand. “Ok, let's go before you make a mess. I know how to get blood stains out of nearly everything, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a pain in the ass”.

This time Sam didn’t budge, making Danny look down at him to see whatever was the matter. “You can just…” he trailed off, not wanting to sound too weird by suggesting what he was trying to. “I mean if you want to, you can just help me”.

“I am trying to help you” Danny replied sincerely, but he was quickly catching on to what Sam really meant when he saw the intent look Sam was giving him.

“Are you hungry? I don’t don’t know how long it lasts, like between feeds?”

“I’m ok”. Danny lowered himself into a crouching position in front of Sam, holding eye contact with him to show that he was in complete control. “I’ve been around blood a lot, taught myself how to remain calm, you don’t have to worry about me”.

“But what if I want you to?”

Danny’s brows furrowed. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to. He had been holding his breath since he first smelled Sam, only taking enough air he needed to speak but even then his head was swimming in the shallow memory of drinking from him for the first time. Leaning forward Danny placed a kiss to the inside of Sam’s wrist, holding his lips there as he felt his pulse fluttering quickly when Sam mistakenly thought he was about to go ahead and help himself. “Why do you have to tempt me so?”

Before he could respond, Danny was wrapping his lips around his thumb next. Sam could feel his tongue swiping over the small cut, cleaning up all the blood that had pooled at the surface. The bleeding had already stopped, so he didn’t apply any pressure or suction to keep it from starting up again. Pulling away Danny stayed near, turning his hand both ways to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere else before smiling in satisfaction. “There, better?”

Reclaiming control of his own hand, Sam reached forward and tugged Danny towards him until their mouths came crashing together. Danny had to brace himself with one hand against the back of the couch but Sam’s lithe body was already sliding down, pulling Danny on top of him along the way until they were both laying across the cushions in each other's arms. The movie continued on in the background, the characters on the screen unknowing of the viewers failure to pay attention as Sam attacked Danny with warm, wet kisses.

“Hmmph” Sam moaned into Danny’s mouth when his knee came up between Sam’s legs to better brace himself. Sam wiggled lower into the cushions, pressing his growing hard-on against Danny’s thigh and rocking his hips upwards.

Things were progressing quickly, as they often did when these two were alone together, but as Sam tried to peel off his first layer Danny broke away and pulled back. “We still need to disinfect your cut”.

“I’m fine” Sam tried to brush it off and continue chasing his lips, but Danny was already moving to stand and extending his hand to help pull Sam up too.

“Ok, but I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman right now. Can we just go back to watching the movie?” Danny wasn’t trying to offend Sam or anything, and he didn’t. Sam could tell by how flustered Danny looked that truthfully he really was trying his best to hold himself back.

“Yeah, no that’s ok” Sam nodded his head quickly, shaking himself into the right mindset as well while he scooted over and allowed Danny his spot back.

The trailer went deathly quiet again, the only sound coming from the old slightly rattly speakers of his box TV. As Sam zeroed in on what was happening and where in the movie they had made it while they were otherwise distracted, he randomly recalled the way he would as a kid hold his hand right above the glass so he could feel the static electricity. He was reminded of the strange feeling because that’s how his body felt now, buzzing from the aftereffects of Danny’s touch. There was no hiding the bulge still visible in his pants, and he almost regret not wearing any underwear again as he tried to subtly adjust himself without pulling too much attention to the area.

“Alright, come here”.

Danny couldn’t handle the hurt puppy look Sam unknowingly had on any longer, so he slipped his hands under his arms and hoisted him over until Sam was sitting in his lap and wrapped his arms possessively around his chest. “Is this ok?” He whispered into the shell of Sam’s ear, “if I just hold you like this?”

“Actually,” Sam allowed his body to rest fully against Danny’s, his head lulling and his muscles relaxing. “This is nice”.

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[wildmoonworld]

First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 5.3k

WARNING: alcohol, unprotected sex, give and receiving oral, slight choking, anything else i missed just let me know.

Summary: It’s spooky szn, you’re enjoying the halloween activities with Danny and your daughter. You finally meet Jake and Josh, Jake realizes you’re someone he wants badly. Danny leaves for tour, do you love him just after a few weeks?

••Let me know if you’re interested in a part 3, i have an entire layout for this series. Thank you guys for showing the first part some love, i hope you enjoy these as much as i enjoy writing them. Much love✨

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Speechless from what you had just learned about Danny. You’re stiff still processing the words that had fallen from his mouth. You sit back finally, you look out the window trying to figure out the words you want to say to him.

“I hope you know i didn’t know before throwing this shirt on this morning.” nervously biting your nails. In the back of your mind you’re thinking how he probably thinks you’re some fan girl, that you probably did this on purpose. You have always been the one to overthink every situation.

“Y/n, you didn’t recognize who i was last night. I wasn’t worried if you knew anything.” he chuckled, reaching over to grab your hand again pulling it over the console. “Besides, i think i like seeing you wear our shirt. It’s super sexy.” looking over to you, reassuring that everything is okay. You shoot him a slight smile, still overthinking.

“My best friend gave me this shirt after getting rid of some things in her closet. She had thrifted it a while back. I have never even thought to listen to you guys.” you say quietly, laying your head on the seat peering over to look at him.

“Think of it as, a sign. Maybe is was supposed to end up in your hands?” as you’re coming to a stop light, Danny brings your hand up to his mouth. Placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You blush becoming red in the face. Maybe he was right, there was a reason i ended up w the shirt and there’s a reason i met Danny.

Pulling into your moms drive way, you unbuckle your seatbelt. Before opening the door you turn to look at Danny, before you could say a word “i will be right here waiting, i promise.” he states, raising both of his hands from the steering wheel. Leaning over to him, you land a small peck on his cheek. “Thank you.” you replied

Making your way into your moms house, you can hear tiny footsteps running from the kitchen trying to find you. “Mamaaaaa” Emmy finally wraps her whole body around your legs, leaning down you pick her up and give her the biggest squeeze. “Oh my goodness, i missed my sweet girl” you say holding Emmy close, never wanting to let go of her. “i miss you…mama.” she spoke so clear. She has been working on putting sentences together, looking into her big blue eyes. “Good job my little bug.” scrunching your nose and smiling, placing your forehead against hers.

Your mom followed Emmy into the living room bringing her things to you. She peeps over your shoulder, “Who’s Jeep is that?” your mom being the curious woman she is. “ACs, she ended up getting the Jeep she was talking about.” you quickly blurted out, you were never good at lying. But for some reason, she actually believed you. “Tell her i said hey and that i love her, see you soon Emmy.” your mom turns to walk back into the kitchen. You hurried out the front door, walking to the back drivers side door. You placed Emmy into her car seat and buckled her in, sprinting around to the other side of the car you hop into the passenger seat. Danny puts the car in reverse.

Turning around to look at Emmy, “hey baby, this is mommys friend. His name is Danny. Can you say hi?” you explain to her. She has always been the friendliest little human, she looks into the review mirror finding his eyes “…hey…” she replies. “hi there little one, it is very nice to meet you.” Danny looks up to see her reaction. Emmy turns her head, bashfully looking away.

“Do you girls want to grab some brunch?” he says, still focusing on the road. “…my treat.” he added. You turn your head, still amazed by the beauty this man holds. “Are you sure? She can…” looking back at Emmy, she’s almost about to knock out from the car ride. “She can be a handful.” you say. “Yes or no, honey.” he responds, giving you a quick glance. “Yeah, that would be great…babe” answering his question, you look down. You can feel the corners of your mouth rise, forming a soft smile.

Danny pulling into a small breakfast shop, “Bagel Dock”. Remembering back when AC and you were in college, you both would wake up from a night of partying. Hungover and disgusted with the pictures you would find the day after, you’d head to Bagel Dock to catch a mimosa and the best greasy bagel to cure the nasty hangovers.

Danny walks over to your side, opening the door holding his hand out to help you stand up. You both walk around to retrieve Emmy, she’s asleep. Picking her up out of her car seat, Danny reaches into the floorboard to grab her bag. Seeing him be so thoughtful, made your mama heart melt. A man doing the smallest of acts, for you or your child…really means to the most to a single mom.

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After a delicious brunch, you are exhausted and ready to take a nap. Danny reaches over to the radio turning down the music, Emmy is playing on your phone. It was the only thing that would calm her down after the meltdown she had at the restaurant.

“What is Emmy short for?” he asks, you could tell questions have been turning the gears in that pretty mind of his. “Emersyn, it was my Grandmothers name.” you answered, remembering how close you and your Grandmother were when you were younger.

“It’s a beautiful name, y/n” he replied with a sweet smile.

You smile back, starting to feel the sadness take over your body.

“Is her dad around?” he asked quietly, not wanting Emmy to hear the word “Dad” just in case he wasn’t.

“No, he told me he was too young to be a Dad. He didn’t want the responsibility. So…I left. He hasn’t seen her. It’s just been Emmy and i.” you look back at her, feeling very proud of accomplishing motherhood so far. Danny doesn’t say a word, looks to be seemingly shocked and saddened by your answer.

“Y/n, i’m very sorry about that. You shouldn’t ..” he pauses for a moment, seeing his eyes glisten from the tears starting to form. “You shouldn’t have been alone.” he finishes, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers together.

Rubbing his forearm with your free hand, your thumb softly rubbing circles on top of his thumb. “Danny, honey, i am okay. it’s okay, i had and still have everything handled.” you say softly to him, reassuring him. You weren’t alone, actually. Your child had become your best friend.

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It had been two weeks since meeting Danny. You both have texted and called each other every single night since. He’s even came over for dinner a few times, you’d be in the kitchen putting the last few things together for dinner and Danny would be in the living room floor playing with Emmy. Everything about this man, you adored.

One night, you had finally gotten Emmy to bed. You walked into the living room, exhaustion just taking over your body. Danny notices, patting the cushion on the couch beside him motioning you to sit down with him. You walk over to sit, he reaches under your legs to have them lay across his. You lay back to shut your eyes for just a minute. Danny is rubbing your legs and feet, just being the caring person he is.

“Y/n, it’s been two weeks and i still don’t know what you do for work.” he says quietly chuckling under his breath. You smile, moving your arm away from your eyes adjusting it under your head so you could look at him. “I’m a Criminal Psychologist, ya know i profile and try to figure out who the bad guys are.” you respond while smiling waiting for his reaction.

His eyes widen, “wait like are you being serious, right now?” he turns his entire body to look at you. “Nooo I’m just fucking with you, yes honey. Sometimes i work for the police department or the FBI, depending on the case.” you sit up, pulling your knees under yourself. “that’s like, really fucking cool y/n.” he replies, grabbing your hips to where you’re straddling him. “Well, thank you honey.” you say running your hands from his chest, to the nape of his neck to play with his curls.

For a moment, you both are just taking in the quietness of the room. Existing in each others worlds. Peaceful.

“Is there anything you girls would like to do this weekend? I will be leaving for tour here in the next week or so and i want to spend as much time with you both before i leave.” he says quietly almost in a whisper, rubbing your back.“Well…Halloween is Sunday and I will be taking Emmy trick or treating.” you say leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. “And i have a halloween party Saturday, if you don’t have anything planned. Would you go with me?” he asked, making the blood flow to your cheeks. Blushing. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. “I would loveeeee too, but wouldn’t it be weird if you brought the mom to a party?” you say jokingly. He grabs you by your shoulders to sit you up. “Actually, i think i’d have the hottest date there, you being a mom is definitely a bonus though..” he laughs sitting up to embrace you into his muscular arms, bringing your lips together he closes the space between you both.

Sliding your tongue against his, slightly sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth. You lightly nibble, smiling you sit up to crawl off of him. Getting into the floor on your knees, you rub your hands up his thighs and slide them under his hoodie. “Danny, can i show you how much i really appreciate you?” you say, tucking your fingers in his waistband and your thumbs lay across his button on his jeans wanting to release his bulge within his pants. “Please…y/n, please.” he says pleading for your attention. Slowly you unbutton his jeans, pulling his zipper down, you grab the sides of his legs and pull them down to where his length bounced out of his jeans. Sitting up you gently grab his cock, you see the pre-cum dripping out of him. You take your thumb and lightly massage it around the head, taking your tongue and running it up his shaft until you place a tiny kiss on the head. Slowly you lower your mouth onto him, flattening out your tongue so he can reach the back of your throat. You have never had a problem with your gag reflux until him. You bounce your head up and down, causing yourself to slobber onto him.

“Fuckkkk baby…your mouth feels so damn good.” he says in between his moans.

Pulling him out of your mouth, you spit on his cock lubricating it so you can twist your right hand up and down, giving him a handjob. You place your mouth on him again, twisting and sucking, hollowing out your cheeks. “y/n…baby…i’m gonna…” you can hear him and feel him about to release his load. You start to go slightly faster, finally feel his release in your mouth. “y/n…baby, oh my goddddd.” Swallowing his cum, you wipe your mouth. You gaze into his heavy and tired eyes, standing up you crawl back onto his lap. Leaning to place sweet small kisses on his lips, across his jaw, down his neck to hit that one sweet spot that drives him crazy. Wrapping his arms around you, Danny flips you over on your back, he’s hovering over top of you between your legs. His mouth collides with yours, brushing his tongue against yours, sucking on your bottom lip. You moan into his mouth, reaching between your legs to stroke his length.

Danny picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist he carries you down the hall to your bedroom. Laying you down on the edge of the bed, he grabs the waist band of your leggings and pulls them off, tossing them across the room. He leans down and whispers “Now let daddy show you how much he appreciates you, sweet girl.”

Reaching between your legs, his fingers find their way to your swollen clit slowly massaging circles making you wetter by the minute. His fingers work into your folds until they meet with your entrance, with two fingers he shoves them inside of you. You gasp for air, quickly he places his lips on yours muffling your moans. “Shhhh….don’t want to be too loud baby.” he says while pumping his fingers faster, he lowers himself so his head is between your legs. “fucking hell…your pussy is beautiful and so tight.” admiring your center before flattening his tongue and devouring you. Swirling his tongue and sucking on your clit while his fingers are pounding inside of you. You grab a handful of his beautiful curls, rocking your hips to grind on his tongue reaching your climax faster and faster. “Don’t stop Danny….don’t fucking stop.”

Arching your back, unable to muffle your moans any longer. Danny hitting your g spot with his fingers and continuing to suck your sensitive clit, you cum all over his fingers. You were lightheaded, seeing stars and struggling for air. He pulled his fingers out of you, holding them up to show you how much of a mess you made. Licking you off of his fingers, you grab his hand and put them in your mouth, tasting yourself.

“Fuck…that is so hot, you’re such a good girl.” his mouth is open, studying the way you sucked on his fingers. He pulls them out, sliding them down your chin until they are lightly wrapped around your throat. Reaching up to the back of his neck you pull him down, closing the space between you both. You whisper “Danny, please fuck me…i need you.” begging and pleading against his mouth.

“You impatient woman, i love it when you beg for me…” he says sliding his hands down your sides to the hem of your shirt, lifting up your shirt over your head to remove it. Danny was surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra. He places wet kisses down your neck, to your chest, making his way to your erect nipples. Swirling, sucking and tugging at one and his hand on the other rubbing your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. Your hands run down the back of his hoodie, tugging at the hem you motion for him to remove it. Danny stands up and removes his hoodie, you admire the beauty this man holds. Removing his jeans, you slide yourself further onto the bed so he has room.

He slowly makes his way over top of you again, spreading your legs apart with his knees. He just sits, rubbing his cock against your sensitive clit. Gently tapping your pussy, sliding it down to your entrance. Slowly, he sticks the head in and back out, back in and then out. Finally, he slams his hips against yours, you yelp with pleasure.

“Are you okay, baby!?” Danny asks with the look of concern flashing across his face. “I’m fine, i promise. Just wasn’t expecting that…it felt good daddy. Keep going.” He wasted no time, pounding you faster and harder. He grabs the back of your knees and pushes them back, bringing your hips up in the air so he can reach you deeper. “…mmm daddy, right there!! that feels…so good.” struggling to put sentences together, you’re almost there. “That’s it, daddy’s good girl. Cum for me, pretty girl.” he says thrusting hard and long strokes making your eyes roll back. He turns you to your side, putting one leg on his shoulder slowly thrusting.

“RIGHT there…keep going please baby..” you moan, digging your nails into his thighs your climax is at its peak. Your legs start to shake, your vision turns white and you can see stars. Coming down from your high, Danny has reached his limit “..cum for me daddy, fill me up daddy..” you say grabbing his hands that are wrapped around your leg, he fills you up. You can feel every warm drop of him inside of you, his sensitive cock pulsating. Danny releases your leg, fall down beside you. You’re both exhausted.

Eventually getting off the bed, you pull back the covers tapping the bed motioning for him to get under them with you. Danny does just that. You both fall asleep in pure bliss.

~~*~~

Saturday, Halloween Party

Danny and you had gotten costumes a couple days ago for the halloween party. You already dropped Emmy off with your mom, she was taken care of.

You stand in front of the mirror in your bedroom, in this white and red nurses costume, fishnets of course underneath and a pair of red heels. The fishnets were definitely Daniel’s idea. You hear your front door slam shut, “Babe!” you hear him yell down the hall.

You walk into the kitchen where he was unloading his bags from the store. Case of white claw for yourself and a case of coronas for him. He is dressed in a pair of scrubs, scrub cap and a stethoscope around his neck.

Walking around the kitchen island, you grab both ends of the stethoscope and pull him in for a kiss. “You just keep getting sexier and sexier, Dr. Wagner.” you say against his mouth. “And you nurse y/n, aren’t so bad yourself.” returning the kiss, his hand reaching for your ass he gives it a squeeze. “Come on honey, if we don’t leave now we’ll be late.” he reminds you, you turn to walk out the kitchen. Danny slaps your ass as he follows behind you.

~~*~~

Danny and you had been at the party for an hour now. He had some friends he wanted you to meet. Mainly, the boys in the band. The party was at this cabin, right off the shore of a lake. It was beautiful. You were in the kitchen grabbing another drink for yourself and Danny. You lightly feel a hand rub against the back of your thighs. You turn around quickly, a man who obviously by the looks of it, is intoxicated. He’s wearing a pirate costume, long brown hair, contagious smile and heart melting brown eyes. He was very beautiful but reeked of booze.

“You must be Daniel’s milf? Aren’t you a pretty little thing, y/n is it?” he says slurring over his words, reaching up for your cheek. You push his hand away “Dude, you’re drunk. fuck off.” he grabs your wrist before you run off, pinning you against the counter. He brushes your hair from your eyes to behind your ear, leaning to your ear so you can hear him over the music.

“I would make you cum 10x more than he ever could.” he says leaning back up, looking into his eyes all you see is lust. You press your knees together trying not to get so turned on by this man, he was insanely beautiful. It was hard not to be turned on.

Danny runs over, grabbing his shoulder “Jake, what the fuck are you doing? You’re piss ass drunk.” he tries to yell over the music, when Jake realizes it was Danny who grabbed him. He throws his arms around his neck, embracing him with a hug. You stand there, looking back and forth between both of them. Confused.

“Y/n, this is Jake. He’s the guitarist.” Danny says with an apologetic look. You send him a sweet smile letting him know it’s okay. “You out did yourself with this one, Daniel.” Jake replies winking to you. “Okay, let’s get you outside.” Danny says while realizing Jake is pulling a cigar out of his pocket.

They finally go outside, you’re walking through the living room to find a seat. The only seat that was empty, was beside this curly haired man in a pope like cloak. It was open where his chest was visible, again this man was seemly beautiful. You plop down next to him, he looks over. “Hi there darling, you must be y/n.” he reaches for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing the back of your hand. “You are all Daniel talks about anymore. I’m Josh, I play the vocals.” he says giving your hand a light tap.

“It’s nice to meet you, he talks about me?” you ask looking over to Josh. “Oh honey, he can’t stop talking about you. He also adores that little girl of yours.” he replies, leaning over to where your faces are inches apart. The music was instantly loud making it hard to hear anyone talk. You smile while he’s talking, you didn’t respond right away. “You are very beautiful, just the way Daniel described.” placing two fingers under your chin, lifting your face up to admire your features. This man, his brown eyes, sweet smile where you noticed he had the tiniest gap. Which you thought was the most adorable thing you’ve seen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Daniel making his way over to the couch. “I see Jake isn’t the only one that can’t keep their hands off my woman.” Danny says, plopping into the couch between Josh and you. Placing his arm around you. “Oh god, she met Jake already?…I’m sorry about that.” Josh says looking to you concerned, flashing an apologetic smile. Sober or drunk, when Jake sees something he likes he will make it known. That he definitely did earlier in the kitchen.

2am rolls around, you’re tipsy, tired and ready for bed. You walk outside to find Danny, you turn the corner to the front of the garage to the right side of the garage there are steps that lead to the front door. You can hear Danny’s voice from that area of the house, it’s dark the only light you see is around the garage where the steps were located. Suddenly, this shadow comes up from between two cars. Slamming your back against the metal garage door, the smell of booze lingering from this persons breath, his hands are planted on the door on each side of your head and his body is pressed against yours.

“I could do things to you that would make you leave my boy, Daniel.” he says in a raspy voice. His lips are close enough to your cheek that you can feel how hot his breath is. Jake, you recognized the voice from earlier. “Jake, leave me the fuck alone. You’re drunk and talking out of your ass.” you responded turning your face to where you’re making eye contact with him. He grabs your cheeks, making your lips pucker, “Oh but darling, i know what i want and i know exactly how to get it.” he reaches down to your thigh, sliding his fingers up to the end of your costume. You don’t stop him, yet. Your breathing picks up, looking down to his lips like you would want to devour him. “I can see it in your eyes, you want it just as bad as i do..darling.” he says sliding his hand further up your dress almost to the crease of your ass. You slap him, stopping him in his tracks. Danny walked around the corner at the exact moment.

“Shittt..y/n, what’s going on?” he runs over to you both. “He’s drunk and he keeps trying to come onto me.” you replied dusting off your dress, you look back up to Danny and he leans down to whisper in your ear “that was hott…good job babe” he gives you a little love tap on your ass. He throws his arm around Jake “Dude, she’s mine. Get over it, not everything you see you can have.” he pats Jake on his chest, winking at you. Jake chuckles. “Let’s go find Josh..” Danny says grabbing your hand and his other arm still wrapped around Jake.

Josh was inside in the kitchen, fishing around the freezer for his bottle of tequila. “Josh, i think it’s time to take Jake here home. Y/n gave him a taste of his own medicine.” Danny says laughing. “Damn it Jake…can’t you control yourself for one night?” Josh replies, setting his tequila down on the counter to refill his cup. You giggle, Danny wraps his arm around your waist.

“I think we’re gonna head on out, see you guys later.” Danny waved to the boys, you wave to Josh along with a soft smile. Complete ignoring Jake on your way out.

~~*~~

Danny pulls into your driveway, turning the car off. He doesn’t move, you look over and you can tell something was bothering him.

“..hey baby? are you okay?” you ask him softly, reaching over to the back of his head to softly massage his neck. You lay your head back and wait for his response. He grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, he closes his eyes. Finally, he looks up to meet your gaze that was fixed on him. “Please don’t fall for Jake.” he pleads in almost a whisper, you sit up in the seat and place both of your hands on the sides of his face. “Danny, i would never hurt you like that. Anyways, he’s too short for my liking.” you replied back, placing a kiss on his nose. He laughs “..too short??”

“Yes, don’t you know i like my men at least over 6 foot.” trying to reassure him the best you can, while feeling guilty about the way Jake burned your core.

You both exist the car, stepping up to the porch to unlock your door. Grabbing Danny’s hand you lead him into the house, kicking your heels off at the door, he slips his off as well. Both of you work your way down the hall to your bedroom. Standing on either sides of the bed, you both strip down to almost nothing. You throw on one of his old band t shirts, a pair of comfy panties and throw your hair up into a bun. Danny only wearing a pair of black boxers is already in bed waiting for you. Crawling into bed, into his arms. You feel safe, like you belong within his embrace.

“I don’t think i have asked yet, but would you be my girlfriend?” he asks, looking up at him while your head is still on his chest. Bringing your finger to his lips, you gently squeeze his bottom lip to get his attention. His gaze now on you, you prop your head up and give him tiny kisses against his lip. Your smile getting bigger with each kiss.

“I thought you’d never ask..” you reply, you lay your head on his chest. He lets out a small giggle, squeezing his arms around you placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You both fall asleep, peacefully.

~~*~~

“Trick or treat..” you hear Emmy say, Danny and you are watching her from the side walk. She walks down from the house, grabbing Danny’s fingers in one hand and yours in the other. Taking her to the next house to get candy.

“She the cutest little witch out here.” Danny says admiring her walking up to the next house.

You smile hearing him adore your child, might be the sexiest thing to ever come out of his mouth. “I might be bias, but i think i have the cutest child around.” you say smiling up at him, it’s chilly. You stand closer to him to feel his warmth, wrapping you up in his arms. He kisses your head, “i definitely agree on that, my love.” he replies.

You all go back to the house after a night of walking around receiving candy. Emmy dumped out all of her candy in the living room floor. Danny is propped up on his elbow, laying down in the floor with her. Both of them, sorting out the candy she likes and dislikes. You’re in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Danny walks in, “It smells amazing babe, what are we having?” he asks walking behind you, pulling you into a hug, his lips find their way to your neck. “Chicken parmesan” leaning back on him, the thought of him leaving tomorrow for tour makes your heart ache. “You’ve been quiet today, my love.” Danny says, he pulls his hands to your waist spinning you around to face him. Your eyes start to fill with tears, “i’m just going to really miss you, that’s all.” you say to him, swallowing hard trying to keep the tears in. He grabs your face, looking into your eyes. “..hey hey, baby i’ll be back before you know it.” he pulls you into his chest, you embrace him.

~~*~~

It’s the next morning, Emmy and you follow Danny to his house to help him finish up packing for the road. Emmy running around enjoying the bigger space of his home, you’re running down the list of the things he needs or might forget if you don’t remind him.

“…toothbrush, deodorant, charger, drumsticks…” you start naming everything you can think of. “yes, MOM…” Danny playfully replies, poking your side with his drumsticks. “i’m trying to help you, babe.” you say back, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to miss you, bossing me around.” he said kissing the tip of your nose. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you breathe deeply remembering his scent.

Emmy on your hip, you all are standing in his drive way. He’s loading up the rest of his belongings onto the bus, he steps out to Emmy and you waiting for him to say his goodbyes.

“i miss you..Dan, i love you..” Emmy says holding her hands out to Danny to pick her up. Danny grabs Emmy, holding out a fist to give her a fist bump. “i love you and i’m gonna miss you tons.” he says to her, she wraps her little arms around his neck and he gives her the biggest hug. Your eyes start to fill with tears, witness the purest moment between the man you’re falling for and your child. Danny notices the sadness on your face, holding out one arm while the other is still holding Emmy. You embrace him and hug him, tears begin to fall. “I’m going to miss you mama” he says rubbing your back and placing a kiss on the side of your head. You step back, wiping your tears from your face, you take Emmy out of his arms. “okay baby, Dan has to leave now. We don’t want him to be late to his flight.” you say to her. “Listen to mama, i’ll be back before you know it.” he says placing a kiss on Emmys head.

You lean over to give him one finally kiss, long and sweet as if it will be the last one you’ll ever get from him.

Finally, you girls are on the sidewalk. Danny walks onto the bus. The doors shut, Emmy holds up a hand waving to Danny as the bus drives away. Turning around, tears still falling from your face you head back to your car.

“Mommy, do you love Dan?” Emmy says while you’re putting her into her car seat.

“I think so baby.” you reply, closing the car door.

You stand against the car, running through your thoughts. Do i really love this man? It’s been a few weeks, can you fall for someone this fast?

Whispering under your breath, “i think i do love him.”

Part Three

[ofthecaravel]

hello my new friend Tiny Sam Anon,

me thinks yes. each of the guys have their own adventure calendars (i.e. tiny jake’s is tiny books and tiny danny’s is star wars and tiny josh’s is all about films) and they share the big advent calendar

Sam LOVES his legos but hates how much work he has to put into putting them together and always “wishes they were put together already” and then sits back in his lego chair that he got the first day and tells danny and jake which piece goes where.

another thought… tiny sam is the one that tiny josh scares the most when he’s “hiding” in the big advent calendar because tiny sam try’s to sneak a peek at each of the advent calendar’s before everyone wakes up

sitting like a child emperor 😭😭😭 thats so fucking funny

[leviathanlazarus]

Reaching for Stardust - Part IX

Read Looking for Space here // Playlists here // Read on wattpad

Word Count: ~3600

Warnings: sexy time

A/N: I always have a lot of writing all the boys into these series. Hope you enjoy <3

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It felt as though I had permanent butterflies in my stomach since Josh proposed. Every time I looked at my ring, the diamond like a brilliant little piece of the moon and the tiny blue stars surrounding it, those invisible butterflies fluttered with even more fervor, and I had trouble concentrating on anything but the wedding. Josh and I set a date that same night at the beach–January 18th–and since then I’d begun writing a list of everything I needed to do step by step. 

First, we had to tell everyone. We told the boys together when we were able to reconvene in person and my butterflies were scattering like mad when we did. But their three individual reactions were so amusing to me that they erased a good chunk of the nerves–Danny first looked surprised, wide-eyed and mystified in the dim, warm light of the bustling restaurant, until Sam reached across the booth we were sitting in to smack Josh on the arm. Then they both burst into huge grins and jovial cheers while Jake said “wow,” smiled in his own quiet way and asked to look more closely at the ring. 

Though I’d been a part of their lives for years, there had still been a part of me that worried they’d object to this no matter everything they’d said to assure me of the opposite. But the celebrations began instantly, with Jake ordering all of us drinks and appetizers and being the first one to make a poetic but concise toast, to which Sam said it’d been long enough and Danny asked if we’d set a date. 

“January,” I told him. “January 18th.”

“So soon,” Danny said.

“Not really,” Josh replied, taking a sip of his whiskey, and I knew he was saying that in part just to keep me calm as well as keep all of them calm. It felt like all this time would go by in the blink of an eye. “About seven months. Plenty of time.”

“I’ve never been a groomsman before,” Sam mused, grinning, looking positively lethal and beautiful, just as any Kiszka or Wagner groomsman should be, I thought. “This wedding is going to be a riot.”

“Is that a warning?” I asked with a laugh.

“It’s a promise. It’s the first wedding of our group–it has to be absolutely outlandish.”

“You and Danny will be next,” I joked, and Danny snorted. 

“Yeah, right,” Danny was quick to say. “You think Sam would ever let anyone lock him down?”

“Rude,” Sam replied with a scoff and leaned against Danny’s shoulder. “I’m a total catch, just hard to catch and keep.” 

“Jake will be the best man, of course,” Josh interjected, smiling at his twin who was caught between the two bickering boys and the window. “And there’s three of you, so there will be three bridesmaids to match.”

“Well, one maid of honor, two bridesmaids,” I added. “Kirsti, obviously, Bev and Jane.”

“Jane?” Jake repeated, eyebrows rising. 

I was going to inquire about that curious look on his face until Sam said, “Oh, right. Only three–I forgot you have no friends.”

“Now who’s the rude one?” Despite that, I laughed again, already a little buzzed from the emotional reveal and the bit of tequila twirling in my stomach. “We’re trying to keep it small anyway. Close friends and family only.”

“Is Bev okay with us being corresponding members of the party or whatever?” Sam took a drink and leaned back, lying his arm back across the booth behind Danny. “We did date–or whatever–for a little while.”

Somewhat secretly, I’d really wanted that to work out. But Sam was not exactly a one-woman man. The only person he seemed to want to be fully monogamous with was Danny. “She’s fine with it. I already asked.”

Sam hummed, looking up for a moment then back at me. “How’s she looking these days?”

“Better than when you were with her.”

He held a hand over his chest. “Ouch. Of course.”

“Are you all gonna go stag? Bring dates,” I encouraged. “We can make room for some plus ones.”

“We haven’t had much time for romance,” Jake said. 

“Other things though, I’m sure,” Josh said, smirking behind his glass. As he drank, he put his hand on my thigh beneath the table and I relaxed even more, warm and happy in a way I’d never known before. We were beginning another new chapter and we didn’t have to do it alone. 

After the boys, we told both of our parents–I was actually more nervous to tell my own than Josh’s but, to my great relief, both my mom and dad seemed genuinely pleased, maybe even outright happy, about it. Echoes of my mom’s past reservations about Josh came to my mind, as did the conversation I had with my dad years prior about love and the love I had for Josh, but I’d known all along that everyone else’s perceptions never mattered. Besides, it really was all in the past. My parents adored the little loon that had stolen my heart. Josh was good through and through, a better person than many, and I could only envision a wondrous, beautiful, secure life with him that really was until death. 

“Most everyone else will be told via formal invitation,” Josh said after I had returned from my parent’s house. He was lounging on the couch that was a little too worn in next to me, scrolling through his phone, something he seldom did. It was only because the upcoming wedding and I found it adorable and endearing that he was staying so involved in all of it. “Where do we even get those?”

I peered at his phone. “You’re already on a website that sells them, babe. Nothing wrong with ordering them. I bet it’s cheaper.”

“Right, who knows.” He sat up and moved in closer, bringing the phone between us. “There are so many designs. It’s a little overwhelming. What do we want?”

“Should we wait for the engagement photos? I want everyone to see your beautiful face when they open the invitations.”

Josh grinned at me. “No, yours. But yes, you’re right. We still have to do that and I have the perfect photographer to do it.”

“Someone you work with, I presume.” I grinned back at him. “That would be perfect. Are they expensive?”

“I doubt it. But I’ll text her right now.” Josh looked down, busy typing away. “She could do our wedding photos too. I’ll show you her portfolio.” 

I thought for a moment, then groaned. “Wait, I just realized–we have to book the venue before we even do the invitations.” I reached for my laptop on the coffee table. “I forgot to do that before. Shit.”

Josh rubbed my back. “There’s so much to do. I forgot too.” 

With an outdoor wedding out of the question, we’d searched for something that would shield us all from the cold but still resonate with both of us and something that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg and, thankfully, we’d found it. A beautiful, rustic and charming lodge just a little ways north, perched on a small hill and surrounded by firs and pines. As soon as I’d seen the pictures online, I could picture the other pieces–the flowers and greenery, the candles, tablecloths, the food and the cake. Suddenly Pinterest had become a hobby of mine. 

Josh threw his phone aside against the arm of the couch and snuggled up to me. “Let’s take a break. All of this can wait, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sort of. Some of this stuff actually can't wait,” I answered, though I knew I couldn’t resist; I closed the laptop and set it aside. Josh had become even more affectionate and sexual, essentially, since the proposal–something I didn’t even realize was a possibility. Normally, we kept sex in the bed or on the couch but lately we’d been fooling around everywhere–the shower, the kitchen, the hallway and even the balcony, which had actually been my favorite, though I kept that to myself. I got the sense Josh liked the exhibitionism a little too much as well and I didn’t want an eviction before we were even ready to move; it was bad enough that Sam and Danny had caught us at that Halloween party ages ago. I’d never forget it and I doubt they ever would either.

“Oh, come on, darling.” Josh pivoted and took me with him, pulling me against his chest while he sat back, one foot on the floor and his other leg extended against my thighs. His arms wound around my waist, hands wandering up to my chest. I sighed and closed my eyes, so easily swayed and seduced by the slightest of his touches. “I absolutely love how focused you are on all of this. It makes me feel so loved.”

I smiled and brought my head back to try and look at him. “I want us to have a nice wedding.”

“We will. It’ll be magnificent.” Josh cupped my breasts, squeezed, and began to kiss my neck. “I can imagine how beautiful you’ll look in a wedding dress.” One hand slid down to my thighs. “I wouldn’t mind if you wore dresses more often.”

I brought one of my own legs to the floor; the gentle touch of Josh’s fingers between my spread thighs was enough to make me gasp. “Easier access?”

Josh chuckled. “That too.” His fingers made their way past the waistband of my shorts, spreading teasingly over my underwear while my left hand gripped his thigh. He brought his lips to my ear and nibbled, making me laugh, and increased the pressure of his touch between my legs. “I love seeing the ring on your hand.” 

I could feel his hard-on pressing into my lower back. This newfound sort of possessiveness was a surprising turn-on–Josh was never really like that, had never been even slightly insecure enough to warrant that, but I liked it, probably because he was still so quiet about it. He looked at my hand, and the ring, often and made a point to hold my right hand more frequently than my left, as if wanting everyone else around to see the ring, too. He’d also started to take immense pleasure in referring to one another as “fiances,” which I did too, but the obvious pride whenever he said the word wasn’t something anyone could ignore. I was into that as well. I’d always enjoyed parading Josh around and knowing everyone else would recognize we were together–now it was solidified. I couldn’t wait until he had a ring, too. We were bound together forever even without the rings but still–it was a beautiful addition. 

Reaching behind myself, I felt for his curls and the warm skin of the back of his neck. “You’re gonna get a matching one?”

Josh kissed my cheek. “Naturally.” 

Rings, a ceremony, our names together on a binding piece of paper–the future. I thought of the house that I’d declined to pursue and where that would leave us, literally. We’d talked about it. Talked about how Savannah had been a wonderful trip and was a wonderful city we’d like to experience again but moving there wasn’t what either of us wanted. I was sure Josh’s conversation with Jake contributed to that–undoubtedly, he’d needed to share the feelings surrounding the changes, the distance, the fears that he wanted to keep to himself. I was sure Jake had told him how silly it was that Josh had even considered moving further away. But all of that had been it, really. No further discussion about where and when down the line we’d be and I was still curious; I was also still sure that Josh wouldn’t be able to live his life in the same place forever. I couldn’t either, but one step at a time. I had to remind myself of that. Nothing was a race. Everything was a marathon. 

“You’ve thought about looking for jobs at Wayne State?” I questioned as Josh’s fingers moved beneath my underwear and I had to catch my breath, trying to retain enough focus to not lose the momentum of my curiosities. “Or that other one–the College of Creative Studies or whatever?”

“Mhmm.” Josh brought his lips to my neck again. “And you so wish to discuss this now?”

“Maybe just a little. I’m curious.”

“I’m curious about a lot of things too,” Josh said, bringing his other hand up underneath my shirt, palm and fingers splayed over my sternum. “But what do you think about continuing this conversation after we fuck?” 

“Either of those schools would pay more than what you’re making now,” I continued, deciding to purposefully keep the conversation going long enough to rile him up further. I fished behind my back for his groin; he moved back just enough to let me spread my hand over his erection still sheathed in his own shorts. “And there’d be more to do there.” Really, the greatest pull behind moving to Detroit was simply being in the same city as Jake, Sam and Danny. Even if they weren’t there all the time, they’d still be there enough, and although that city’s population may have been on the decline for decades, it had recently gained three spectacular rising stars. 

Josh removed his hand from beneath my shirt and brought it up to cover my mouth. “I never thought I’d ever ask you this, but will you hush, please, my love?” he asked, to which I giggled behind his palm. He lowered his hand to caress my chest once more while his hand below permeated his own body heat into my own, fingers gently gliding over me, the tip of his middle finger intentionally adding more pressure against my clit. 

Suddenly that touch was gone and Josh was circling my upper body and bringing me down onto the floor with him, which just made me laugh more. I turned around, moving onto my knees on the carpet instead of the sand like the night he’d proposed, but he just climbed over me. He pushed the coffee table away with one hand and my eyes zeroed in on the flexing of his muscles, the strength overlaid by supple tan skin, then back up to the slight flush on his neck. I wanted to touch him all over.

Josh knew as much. He pulled his shirt off and I thrust my hands out to meet his body; I squeezed his sides, pet down to his hip bones and back up to his chest, catching a small smile on his lips during the languid caressing. I’d never wanted someone so badly and the deep, aching want never disappeared no matter how many days we spent together–thankfully, the ache could always be satiated since he was real and he was there, always beside me, always eager to be together any which way. Still, sometimes I was in disbelief that Josh chose me. Chose me back when I gave him such a hard time, when the forces–how could I ever forget Steve?--that pushed us together felt unfair. And then he’d whisked me away with his creativity, intellect, kindness and beauty. I was spellbound for all eternity.

Lost in thought for a moment while I rubbed my hands up his arms, lingering at his biceps, I remembered how much Josh loved to actually hear these things. “I’m so lucky to have you, Josh.” I looked up from that tantalizing throat to his plush lips and they curved into another, bigger smile; I spared one hand to trace his lips with my finger. “The prettiest boy with the prettiest smile.” 

He cupped my jaw, fingers spreading over my cheekbones while his thumb stroked my chin. “And I’m even luckier to have you, the prettiest girl in the whole world,” he said and I blushed as I always did when he complimented me, but much of that internal fire was fueled by how intently he was looking at me. 

He lowered himself to bring his lips to mine; as we kissed, swapping the softest sweetness while I felt him lift his hips off me enough to pull his shorts down. I clasped my hand on the back of his head as he stripped me of my shorts next, and we sighed against each other’s mouths as he pushed my leg back and slid inside. With my shirt pushed up and my entire lower body bare, I could feel the slight roughness of the carpet against my skin but more than that I could feel the luxurious silkiness of Josh’s skin on mine and the whispers of his hair against my cheek and neck. I let myself feel all of it, eyes closed, as he pushed into me; I hooked my fingers in his hair and brought his mouth back to mine, never able to get enough of those kisses, and squeezed around him until he was moaning and pawing at my chest through my shirt. 

He must have been slightly more riled up than I’d thought; just a couple minutes and Josh dug his fingertips into my thigh as his teeth dug into my neck, thrusting hard as he huffed right below my ear. Then I felt the slight stutter of his hips between my legs while he gasped for air and started to apologize breathlessly, lifting himself up with his hands on the carpet, cheeks all red as he looked down at me. 

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, touching his heated waist, but before I could assure him any further, Josh suddenly surged forward again and brought his fingers down to me, sliding through the slight slick that lingered to rub my clit. Then it was me who was gasping and pulling him down to kiss and nip, my arms clasping his upper body to keep the two of us locked together as long as he could manage; when I came, eyes squeezed shut against the fury of black and white light, his name a soft sigh from my lips, Josh hissed and pulled out. 

“Too sensitive now, darling,” he said with a little laugh, eyes blinking starry affection at me. He flopped down next to me, his backside pressed against the couch, and laid his limbs over my body. One eyebrow rose slightly and he leaned over, pulling my leg over his and inspecting. “I hope you didn’t get any rugburn.” 

I looked down at his hand on my leg. “I don’t think so,” I said truthfully, not aware of any damage from the carpet, though being down there like that reminded me that I needed to vacuum. I tried to get a look at his knees next to inspect for damage on his perfect skin. “What about you? You were going pretty hard.”

Josh kissed my cheek and slid his hand back between my legs, two fingers slowly pushed inside the wetness and heat. “Too hard?”

I laughed, uncontrolled and loud, and tore his hand away from me. “I’m too sensitive now,” I said, then my body relaxed again, eyes fixed on the image of him bringing those fingers to his mouth and sucking. “God. You’re crazy.”

He winked. “You love it.”

“I do love it,” I affirmed, giving him a kiss before I managed to pull myself up from the floor, taking my discarded shorts and underwear with me, then I gave him a wink. “You drive me crazy, baby. Now what do you want for dinner?” 

For dinner, we cooked together–a vegetarian dish Sam had shared that turned out to be more enjoyable than I’d anticipated–and as we shared utensils, tools, techniques and flavors, the weight of the wedding dripped away from me. While Josh was usually even more restless and proactive than I was in some ways, he was so much more adept at trusting the intrinsic timing of things and knowing that, no matter what, everything would work out exactly as it needed to. I was glad he was channeling more of my own meticulous nature when it came to the wedding though–it wasn’t going to plan itself as much as both of us wanted it to. And as we enjoyed the dinner we’d made together, we talked about other bits and pieces of that–what the menu might be, the cake, the bar. 

“We’re not even thinking about arguably the most fun and important aspect yet,” Josh said when our plates were clean and we were hunched over my laptop together. I was finalizing the details to secure our venue. “The honeymoon.”

Truly, I hadn't thought about that, which made me pause for a moment, surprised at my own lack of foresight. “Oh. Yeah, right,” I said, then felt instantly deflated. “Would we even have the funds for that?” 

“We could ask for donations as our wedding gifts?” Josh suggested and again I was surprised by his own very detailed way of thinking through this. “And I would absolutely spare some of my savings for that. We should go anywhere you want to go.”

I sat back. “Where do you want to go?” 

“Some place magical, with lots of sun and blue skies. We’ll be missing it by the time we’re in the dead of winter, I’m sure.” 

“So a beach. I can get behind that,” I said, opening a new tab for Google. “But which beach? Somewhere international?” 

“International would be splendid,” Josh said, perching his chin on my shoulder to watch me search for “affordable beach honeymoons.” “If your heart is up for another plane ride.”

“As long as you’re with me,” I told him and felt him smile.

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[misery-and-mundane]

My Little Sister Has an Imaginary Friend—And He Knows Too Much...

This has been going for 5 months now, so while I’m locked in my room I’ll explain what’s been happening.

My little sister, Emma, had always been the quiet type, often losing herself in the depths of her own imagination.

She’s six—bubbly, polite, and the kind of child who clings tightly to our mom’s leg in public. But she’s also incredibly bright for her age, a step ahead of her kindergarten classmates. She can already spell her full name in cursive and effortlessly rattle off complex words like chrysanthemum and onomatopoeia without missing a beat.

So when she told me she had an imaginary friend, I was more than a little surprised.

It was November, a Saturday morning. We were at the breakfast table, working through the remnants of a box of Frosted Flakes. Our mom was at work, Dad was on a jobsite, leaving me in charge of whipping up a makeshift breakfast. Normally we wouldn't be trapped inside the house, but the heavy snowfall must’ve come during the night, and 2 feet of snow is fun for the first ten minutes… until you figure out it's just water and your fingers are burning red hot. So we found ourselves trapped in the house.

As I absentmindedly stirred my now soggy cereal, my gaze flickered toward Emma. She was leaning forward, cupping her ear as if someone was whispering to her.

I felt my lips turn down into a frown.

Then, just as suddenly, she straightened up, expression unbothered.

I arched my brow. "What was that?" I asked attempting to seem as if i was jesting, stirring my spoon through the milky remains in my bowl. I wasn’t expecting her response…something about how casual she sounded— so..nonchalant had me feeling…well.. uneasy.

She shrugged, comoletely unfazed, and scooped a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

"He's my imaginary friend," she chirped through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes.

The Adventure Time theme song echoed from the living room, filling the brief silence between us.

Her voice interrupted the cheerful tunes, "Danny says we should change the channel." Her voice was muffled, but I understood her perfectly.

She loved Adventure Time, like, never missed an episode type of love. So what was with the sudden change of heart? What, just because some imaginary friend told her to change it she had to do exactly that?

Maybe I was just irked by the fact that I wanted to watch what Adventures Finn and Jake would get up to, or maybe it was the revelation that this was kind of… I don't want to sound harsh, but, stupid. She was turning seven soon, in January, and now she's listening to imaginary people? This was… new. More strange than stupid, even.

The question left my lips before I could think better of it.

"Aren’t you a little old for an imaginary friend?" I asked, setting my spoon down.

Emma just shrugged again, then hopped up from her seat, padding around the table to grab the remote.

And that was it. The rest of the day passed without another mention of Danny.

I cringed internally, and pursed my lips together.

I told myself it was nothing, and for the rest of the day… I almost forgot about it.

I wish I had forgotten about it, because things got a lot worse.

As the days went on everything seemed normal for the most part, with the exception being Danny.

It's been a week now and my little sis still seemed smitten with her imaginary friend. A little too smitten if you ask me.

For the past week I often caught Emma in her room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, arranging her dolls in neat little rows—talking to him. Other times, I’d spot her through the kitchen window, out in the backyard on the swing set. She’d sway back and forth, her tiny legs kicking at the air, her laughter carried by the the light snowfall, a genuine smile of pure happiness plastered across her face.

I froze when I saw the swing next to hers moving too. Perfectly in sync. Back and forth.

I told myself it was just the wind. Maybe it was my overactive, seventeen-year-old brain playing tricks on me. Still, the whole thing felt off. Unsettling in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

One evening, as Mom and I put away the groceries in the kitchen, I swallowed the bundle of nerves and brought it up.

"Emma keeps talking to this imaginary friend… Danny." I said as I took the loaf of generic store brand bread out of the paper bag, placing it and a few other miscellaneous items on the kitchen counter.

My mom let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she placed a carton of eggs in the fridge. I could hear her short chortle.

“Really now?” She turned her head to the kitchen window glancing at Emma playing in the backyard sandbox (which was filled with fresh fallen snow), again— talking to what seemed to be herself— I mean to him. Danny.

"Well, tell Danny if he wants dinner, he’d better be at the table by six."

That was it. No concern, no curiosity—just casual amusement.

Maybe I was overreacting.

Or maybe… she was underreacting.

A shiver crept up my spine as a voice suddenly piped up from the doorway.

"Danny says he’ll be there."

I sucked in a sharp breath and spun around. Emma stood there, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, her expression unreadable.. Just blank.

That was something I've also noted.. her personality is almost been muted.

Anyway, I didn’t even hear her come inside so quickly. Mom just laughed and made her way out of the kitchen, gently brushing passed Emma in the archway.

IEmma stood there, her face frozen in a sort of Kubrick stare. Her soft blue eyes now cold, boring through my own. In an instant, she broke her stare, casting her gaze downwards and burying her face in the puffy white fur on its head.

"Emma…" I hesitated, my mouth dry. "Is Danny here now?"

She nodded slowly a smile creeping on to her features, shifting from expressionless to excited and wide eyed. She probably thinks I’m interested in Danny… like I want to know more, which is true…but something in the back of my mind was screaming at me not to ask the following question, because I would be terrified of the answer.

Stupid me.

I swallowed hard. "Where is he?"

She lifted a small hand and pointed.

Right. Next. To. Me.

A sudden chill crawled up my spine, like icy fingers trailing over my skin. The air in the kitchen seemed to thicken, suffocating, pressing in on me. I didn’t want to turn my head. I didn’t want to see whatever she was pointing at. But my body betrayed me. My gaze flickered, just for a second.

There was nothing there.

But the shadow cast by the refrigerator… it seemed darker. Deeper. As if something inside of it was waiting. Watching.

Emma giggled suddenly, breaking the silence. "Danny says he really likes you."

I could hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. My throat felt tight, my face grew hot as I could literally feel the spike in my blood pressure. Emma probably thought I was blushing at the thought of Danny possibly having a crush on me.

"Y-yeah?" I forced a shaky smile. "That’s… nice."

Emma beamed, her expression full of delight as she hugged the rabbit to her chest once more. She walked over to the kitchen sink, turning on the faucet, she began washing her hands.

“Danny says I can get sick if I don't wash myself enough.”

Her words were eaten up by the immense thudding that filled my ears, my heart was beating so fast all I could hear was the rushing of blood. She turned around from the sink, facing me.

“Uh-huh..” I whispered absently. I couldn't process her words— no.

I was stone cold… my fingers felt numb… because behind her, in the reflection of the kitchen window, I swore I saw something move.

Author's Note//: Shit, he’s knocking, I have to go, I’ll update you guys later.

[sacredstarcatcher]

Cruel Summer - Part 8

Jake x Reader x Sam

Warnings: Shower sex, alcohol, language, angst, fluff. Not in that order.

A/N: Thanks for being here if you've made it this far. Mondays are the best day of the week because of all of you. <3 Special shoutout to my reader/editor/biggest fan, I love you dearly.

Your return from LA left you with three weeks of summer before school started again. You spent most days with Sam, enjoying as much as you could together without parading around Nashville and being noticed, either by a fan or one of his own numerous family members. The guilt was still hanging heavy in the air over the two of you, the stress of sneaking around ever-present. Still, you didn’t speak about it.

The guilt aside, days with Sam were peaceful and easy. Once the pickles you made together were ready, you watched him as he pulled the first jar of pickles from the fridge and popped open the jar with impressive strength, the veins in his hands showing the strain as he twisted the lid. That paired with the loud pop echoing through the kitchen meant there was a good seal, and they had come out just right. He held out the first bite to you, letting you taste test. It turns out he was absolutely right; you would miss him and his secret pickle recipe you didn’t listen to if he just so happened to end up getting struck by lightning or whatever he said. 

Sometimes, you would spend the day at home. There was the afternoon you decided to paint in the backyard. You watched as Sam stood around in the #1 Dad shirt you thrifted, dripping paint on it while mixing colors, spilling paint-water in the grass as he held the cup out of Rosie’s reach when she tried to drink it. He pulled his hair back in a low bun as he knelt down and worked on something a little abstract, his brow occasionally knitting in concentration. He held the tiny brush between his fingers and delicately added brushstrokes, and sometimes he took a bigger brush in his entire fist, letting his creative genius take over. His painting got weirder as he went on, but it all made sense when you realized how drunk he had gotten drinking seltzer in the sun. He abandoned the masterpiece halfway through and the two of you took an afternoon nap. 

Then there were days you would adventure together. Your favorite was the day you rode bikes- taking a trip out about an hour from home and renting a pair of them to drive around the trails. Eventually you got to the waterfall, where you cooled off and shared more than a few sweet kisses in the little cave behind the rushing water, his ears sticking out through his wet hair, giggles echoing in the space that was all your own; as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Watching Sam’s skin get tanner as you spent the summer days with him made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Between evenings in the hammock looking at the sky, mornings tangled in the sheets as the sunlight made his eyes shine the sweetest honey brown, and afternoons eating sandwiches with a pickle on the side, you were the happiest you had ever been. 

It wasn’t lost on you, however, that Josh, Jake, and Danny had completely fallen off your radar. You were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t spare a thought for them over those two weeks. They were all but radio silent until Jake texted Sam, asking him to water his plants when he went out of town for the weekend. 

That’s how you ended up in Jake’s house with Sam on a Sunday afternoon. 

-oOo-

“We can’t drink his wine while he’s away. He’s definitely going to notice,” you say, admonishing Sam. “That’s the good stuff. He likes his reds. Put it back.” 

Sam laughs and ignores you, twisting the opener. The cork pops from the bottle and there’s no turning back. He smirks as he pours each of you a glass.

“It’s not like he keeps a catalog. He won’t notice.” He slides the glass towards you. “I’ll even take the bottle with me when we leave.” Sam holds his up by the stem, gently clinking it against yours. You roll your eyes and take a sip, realizing that there were some sibling dilemmas you could and should stay out of. Though the dilemma you were actually in dwarfed the wine issue infinitely.

“You know, I really think this house is haunted,” Sam muses, taking another drink as he waits for the watering can to fill with water. “I mean, don’t you feel that?” He scrunches up his shoulders as if he’s got the creeps. “Something just feels off.”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts.” You shake your head with a smile, affectionately looking at Sam and his goofy display. He makes his way around the first floor of Jake’s house, watering the plants. You meander around too, trying to avoid remembering the things that happened on the kitchen table, or against the front door, or right up the steps. Your mind is in another place when you turn a corner at the same time as Sam, knocking into each other. The wine in your glass ends up in your hair and all over your white t-shirt. 

“Oh fuck, sorry. Oh my god.” He runs into the kitchen to grab a towel as you stand where you are, burgundy wine dripping from your hair and shirt. He zooms back in and cleans up the excess, mumbling to himself. Once he pats your hair dry, he throws the towel over his shoulder and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“Sorry.” He kisses you gently, once. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.” He gives you another, his lips soft and lingering just a little longer. “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He comes in for another tender kiss.

You can’t help but smile against his lips as he expresses his dramatic remorse. It’s not the end of the world, but you let him kiss you anyway. You pull him closer, slipping your hand just under the light fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, pressing your fingertips to his tan, warm skin.

“I don’t need a hundred more.” You mumble against his lips. He deepens the kiss and you can’t silence the moan from the back of your throat. His tongue, so gentle as it meets yours, tastes of Jake’s favorite red wine. It makes your stomach flip. 

“Fine. Just one then. Maybe two.” Sam moves to press gentle kisses to your throat, his voice low and meant just for you. You cling to him in the front room of Jake’s home, the blinds open to the street outside. It’s wrong. But you can’t resist when he holds you firmly by your waist, bringing you snug to him. “Do you forgive me?”

“Sammy..” you chide, because you were never mad at him in the first place. As if calling him by the sweetest name spurs him on, he immediately kisses you again, this time with more urgency. He groans softly against your lips, and if you had any reservations about doing this in Jake’s house, they were all erased the moment you heard it. Your body curves up to his as his tongue slips gently against yours and he pulls you in tighter by the small of your back.

He sighs against your lips between kisses, his hand coming up to push your hair behind your ear and cup your jaw. He reacts a bit when he realizes it’s wet and sticky with wine.

“Why don’t you come upstairs with me… and let me wash your hair, huh? I made a mess of you, didn’t I?” He gently kisses the shell of your ear after whispering to you. You shake your head gently against his, letting out a little laugh. “He doesn’t come back until tomorrow.”

“You’re pushing your luck,” you say, knowing what he’s up to. “Not here.” 

Sam, the ever persistent and quietly brilliant man he is, knows exactly how to magnificently weaponize himself against you. He pulls you in for one more kiss, tugging your body towards his. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and when he releases it, he lets out a breathy, slutty whine. The way it changes your mind immediately is something that scientists should really look into- it’s the most powerful drug that’s ever hit your system.

“Okay,” you say breathlessly into his mouth. “Okay, yeah. Upstairs.” 

It’s a minute before you’re all hands and mouths inside the guest bathroom of Jake’s house. Sam holds you and leans over to turn on the shower as you keep yourself busy, kissing and nipping at his neck. You can’t get enough of the taste of him, and you latch on to the skin below his collarbone, sucking and biting. He didn’t have a show for weeks. Nobody would see. 

He hisses at the pain, chuckling and standing up straight again once the water’s on. He makes quick work of tossing your stained t-shirt across the room. You watch him as he undresses you- his eyes taking in every inch of skin they can find, his lips curved into a soft smirk.

His shirt, already unbuttoned, slides off with ease and hits the floor to lay with the rest of your clothing. He steps out of his shorts and is soon navigating the two of you into the shower. The warm water runs over both of you and you pull him in for another messy kiss.

You break for a moment as he pulls your hair over your shoulder, and then you take a look at your surroundings. You had only ever seen the shower in Jake’s room. This one’s different. It’s tiled with white on the walls and blue on the floor. The corner has a bench built into it, the shimmering navy terrazo of the seat glistening as water runs over it. The moment you lay eyes on it, your eyes dart back up to Sam’s with a devilish glint in them.

“Oh, he never showed you this?” he says smartly, and you pinch at his hip bone as if to silently tell him to shut the hell up.

“Sit,” is all you say instead, and he obeys immediately. You crawl into his lap and he holds you close, the warm water running down your back and over your hair, your body shielding him from the spray. The angle allows you to look down at him and you see his warm, pleading eyes. You lower your hips, feeling the length of him slide easily against you, pulling a moan from both of you.

“Mm, yeah,” he lets out, his hands on your hips. “Do that again.” 

Just like that, he’s back in control, even from below. You oblige, rolling your hips again, a slick, lewd feeling that makes your cheeks flush. His head falls back and you can’t help but be pleased with yourself.

“Feel good?” you ask, snatching back control. He lifts his head, looking down at what you’re doing. He nods, sparing a glance up at you through his dark lashes.  

“Want it inside, hmm?” he asks, a little breathless, the tug of war between you two waging on.

“Yeah,” you let out, letting him have this one. Your voice is whiny as you hold steady on his tan shoulders. 

“Yeah you do,” he croons, a smug look on his face now that he’s won. “Go on.” 

Without hesitating, you listen, lining him up and sinking down easily. 

“Oh,” he lets out, and you smirk, butterflies in your stomach over the way you can make him do that. He breathes heavily as you begin to move your hips, bouncing slowly. His eyes are raking over your chest, your neck, your face. His expression is a mix between amazement and hunger.

Wanting, needing to see his reactions as you work to please him, you sink down a little quicker, moans coming from both of you at the feeling. 

“Like that. Keep going.” He remains in control as he adjusts the way he’s sitting, his hips lifting a little higher as he slouches just a bit for you. You keep your balance on the towel bar and his shoulder, starting to move faster and harder. You could get drunk off the way his eyes roll back slightly in his head every now and then as you carry on. It makes a fire burn in your belly, your heart racing as you ride him. 

As if he can read your mind, his hand moves down to swirl lightly over your clit, immediately sending your eyes rolling back, your face and chest flushing scarlet with the heat of your oncoming orgasm. It’s almost criminal how good he looks when you lay eyes on him, his mouth in a soft, almost starstruck smile as he watches you. 

“Give it to me,” he whispers, and there’s no way you could have stopped yourself. You fall over the edge, crying out his name, your hand gripping to his shoulder so tightly you’re sure there will be scratches later. He chuckles in amazement, murmuring praises as you come down. 

“There you go…,” he praises, his hand moving from your hips now that you’re not at quite as big a risk of falling. His thumb grazes your nipple, adoring you, admiring you as you catch your breath. “Slow down for me,” he says, still holding the reins. 

Your eyes come back into focus, moving slowly and a little shakily. Something about the sight of him- the way his ears stuck out in front of the wet hair pushed behind his ear, the few strands stuck to his forehead, the droplets running down his bicep and chest… it unleashes something in you. 

Completely disregarding his request, you speed up, enjoying the feeling of him slick and fast inside of you. His eyes go wide as he scrambles to grab your hips, trying to steady you, but it’s no use. You carry on, watching the way his brow furrows in concentration.

“Slow down, pretty girl,” he warns, his voice cracking, an overwhelmed laugh leaving his chest. Smirking with heavy eyes, you tilt your chin up, watching him down the bridge of your nose. A soft whimper escapes your lips at the sight of him almost desperate beneath you, his hands trying to hold you still. The sight of him flustered, his sweet eyes begging you to slow down only fuels you. 

“I’m- Oh, fuck…” he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. He takes a big deep breath, trying to keep a grip on his slipping composure. You slow down for just a moment, giving him a break to breathe, and he gives you a look that says, ‘wait, what are you doing?!’ with his thick brows. Your eyes roll at his bratty attitude and he makes up your mind for you. You were going to let him win, but not anymore.

He gasps as you pick up the pace again, fucking him with quick, short, punctuated movements of your hips. It’s only seconds before he’s gripping your hips and ass so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. His voice is thin and hoarse as you listen to him groan, starting curses and not finishing them, squeezing his eyes shut. 

You watch with determined eyes as his abdomen flexes, the muscles in his sides rippling as he comes undone, fucking him through it until he’s completely spent inside you. 

Pushing the strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead aside, you offer him a sweet smile and eyes full of adoration. All he can do is shake his head and chuckle, pulling you down to him for a loving kiss. 

“What are the chances I can convince you to remodel your bathroom?” you ask, standing up to actually take your shower.

“No convincing necessary. I’ll start making calls.” Sam laughs a bit as he helps you wet your hair, finally washing the wine out.

-oOo-

After successfully using all of Jake’s hot water, the two of you step out and get dried off. Sam wraps a towel around his hips and takes a smaller one for his hair. 

“What time is it?” you ask, seeing the sky getting darker. You towel off, standing in the shower.

“Dunno. I left my phone downstairs.” He opens the bathroom door and you hear him pad down the steps. Grabbing the blow dryer under the sink, you wrap a towel around you before giving it a quick dry. You don’t hear another sound over the whirring around your head.

Meanwhile, Sam makes his way downstairs in his towel, running a hand through his wet hair as he goes. He steps into the kitchen and grabs his phone, checking the time. Waiting for him are three missed calls from Jake. 

Before he hits Jake’s name to return the call, he hears the beeping of the code being entered into the front door. Sam’s head snaps up to see Jake, back early. His heart drops, the blood draining from his face.

“Hey,” Jake says, pulling his duffle bag through the door. “I wrapped up early. Tried to call you and tell you not to bother with the plants.” He steps past Sam into the kitchen, putting the mail down on the counter. “Seems you made yourself comfortable anyway,” he remarks with a chuckle, seeing Sam’s shirtless in a towel.

Sam’s face is unreadable. He’s not sure what option he has here. He chooses to laugh awkwardly, frozen in place, staring at the door, brain working overtime to come up with some kind of plan. 

The clicking of Jake’s boots stops, the room utterly silent. Sam turns around to face Jake and sees his brow furrowed as if he’s listening. He hears the hairdryer. Jake’s eyes move to Sam’s guilty face, then to the counter behind him where the two wine glasses sit. 

Jake’s face has dropped, a scowl now clearly spread across his lips and brows. It feels like an eternity passes as they stare at each other. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Jake asks, dead serious. 

Sam just blinks for a moment, swallowing. His mouth has gone dry. 

“Who?”

Jake leans on the counter and his fingers go to the bridge of his nose. He lets out a huff.

“You think I’m stupid?” Jake’s voice is quiet, controlled. “I saw you leave the fucking show together. I tried to write it off as her treading lightly around me but… now… NOW I get it.” His voice raises the slightest bit and Sam frowns. 

There’s a pause, the room dead silent aside from the sound of you upstairs drying your hair, absentmindedly humming.

“So… what? Are you mad?” Sam braces his hands behind him on the counter and crosses his legs. The tone of his voice is a little too nonchalant, and it sets Jake off.

“Am I mad?” Jake’s voice is loud and he pounds a fist on the countertop, his stare incredulous as he shouts. “What the fuck do you think, Sam? You didn’t think for one goddamn second that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t fuck her? For any reason?” 

Sam doesn’t flinch at the way Jake raises his voice- as if he’s used to the temper that hides beneath the surface. The blow dryer upstairs turns off. You think you hear voices over the white noise so you wait and listen curiously.

Instead of reacting to Jake , he steps towards the fridge to grab a drink. The crack of the can is the only sound you hear, so you turn the dryer back on and continue what you’re doing. 

Sam takes a deep breath before he responds to Jake. 

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t give her what she wanted.” He sips the top of the can, his big eyes giving Jake a look that says, “too bad.”

“I was fucking trying, Sam. You know-...” He trails off, his anger getting the best of him as he pushes away from the counter, a loud, “FUCK” echoing through the house. He turns back to Sam after a moment, his eyes tired and dark. “You know that shit is hard for me.” 

You heard the voices for sure that time. You turn off the dryer in a panic and listen again. This time, you can make out some murmuring as you creep towards the top of the stairs.

“You didn’t tell her that. You told her the exact opposite, actually.” Sam lets out a humorless chuckle, taking another sip. “You told her if she wanted to find someone who wanted to be exclusive… Give her… I believe the terms were ‘a house and a dog’... she could go find them. So? She did.” His shoulders shrug, his wet hair dangling over them.

“I didn’t expect it to be my fucking BROTHER, Sam!” Jake throws up his arms, the frustration in his voice coming through clear as a bell. “Are you not getting that!?”

You hear it all upstairs, frozen where you stand on the top step. You’re completely numb, heart beating out of your chest, every one of your nerves frayed and on fire. 

Sam doesn’t respond to Jake. It’s quiet for another moment before Jake pipes up, his voice quieter now.

“You want to give that to her?” He scoffs, a condescending laugh coming from deep in his chest. “Be honest, Sammy boy. You’ll be cheating again in a year.”

Sam puts his drink down, his face screwed up in offense. He’s defensive, but his voice remains calm. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh yeah?” A cruel smirk makes its way onto Jake’s face. He raises his eyebrows at Sam in disbelief. 

“I love her.” 

You take a step back in shock at Sam’s admission to Jake. It’s then that the worn floorboards of Jake’s old home creak underneath your feet and give you away. Both of their heads turn to look at the stairs as you step down a few and step into view. You see the way they’re looking at you and can’t help but start to cry.

Jake stares at you standing in one of his baggy t-shirts, since yours is laid over the chair in front of him, covered in wine. Your hair is still slightly damp and messy, your makeup long gone, your eyes red. He walks off from where he’s standing, snatching his keys from the table. 

“You better not be here when I get back,” he says to Sam. You’re frozen, unable to say anything, too scared to stop him. He flies out the door, slamming it behind him.  

-oOo- 

The drive home from Jake’s house to Sam’s is silent. You assume Sam can’t be too mad at you, seeing as he picked you up today. He could have very well dumped you off at your apartment and gone home alone, but he didn’t. Once he parks, the two of you get out and are standing in front of each other in the garden, the sun finally setting on the worst day of your life. 

“I meant what I said,” he says, his hands in his pockets. “Back there.”

“Even if I just Yoko-Ono’d your band of brothers?” You can’t help but crack a small smile and laugh under your breath.

“You’re not the first girl to come between a pair of Kiszka brothers.” Sam laughs, reaching for your hand to pull you close. “It’s just usually the twins. I had a clean record until you came along.” He mumbles into your hair, holding your head close to him. You can feel the anxiety and tension melt away from you as the rumble of his voice rolls through his chest. 

“Sorry.” The apology comes out quietly, muffled. 

“It’ll be okay.” He pulls back, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands, bending just a bit to look into your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, Sammy. I’m so sorry.” All of the emotions circling in your head seem to pile up and the tears finally come. “I… I have to talk to him.” You look up at his face, your eyes sad. “I have to.” 

Sam’s expression is pained, but he nods. “Promise me you’ll come back.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips. “Tonight. And every night.” 

“I promise. I just… I have to make things right.”

With that, you gently take his Tesla’s key card from his wallet and kiss Sam one more time before hopping in and driving yourself back to Jake’s. 

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Part 9

[gretavanlace]

Guitar Fingers (Part 2)

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Part One

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, mentions of drinking & marijuana, illusions to masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering (fem. rec), mild impact play, oral sex (male rec), slight degradation, idk, etc etc

Your alarm sounds off way too soon the next morning, and it blares into the room bearing the unsolicited gift of regret.

Both in the form of a pounding head— that’s it, you’re never drinking again…

and in the form of memories; Jake smirking, “If you think I couldn’t ruin your whole life with these…” His raspy, gentle drawl channeling Danny as the voice of reason, “You work for us, that’s always a bad idea.” Lastly, the one that leaves you most disappointed in yourself, but also sends a delicious shiver up your spine, “Come on pussycat, purr for me.”

He was right, it had been a bad idea, not to mention horrifyingly unprofessional on your part. Now you’ve potentially ruined your career and jeopardized the best job you’ve ever had. Worse, you loved it. Every damn minute of it. Worse still, it won’t leave you alone, it plays out over and over in your mind until you finally give in and slip your hand beneath the sheets.

~

Showered and half rehydrated, you head down to the buses, anxiety kicking up into a state of near panic when you spot him helping road crew load cases into the cargo hold.

This habit of his has always made you a little soft hearted for him. He still climbs right down into the trenches like he did when they were teenagers piling their gear into the back of a minivan.

He tilts his head to the side and watches you with a questioning expression when he catches you heading toward the other bus, but you pretend not to notice, until…

“Hey,” he calls out, much like he had last night in the hallway.

You turn to find him jogging over. “What’re you doing?”

“I dunno.” You shrug, cheeks burning furiously. “Thought I’d hole up in that one for the day.” You jerk your thumb in the direction of the crew charter.

He reaches out and smooths the hair out of your face in the wind. Not uncommon or out of line, any one of them would have done it. “You always ride with us. Let’s not do this, okay?”

“Honestly,” you lie, “I just have a massive hangover and you Kiszkas were born with megaphones for mouths so-“

He cuts you off, “It never happened.”

“What?” You can’t help but give him a slow once over, he looks positively sinful with the wind whipping through his hair.

If he notices, he doesn’t let on. “It never happened.” He repeats, leaning in closer so as not to be overheard “If that’s the way you want it. So we had a few too many and I gave it to you with these,” he ripples his fingers, rings clicking together like wind chimes, “until you begged me not to stop. There are worse things.”

“Jake!” You hiss, eyes darting around to gauge if anyone might have been privy to his casual filth.

He throws his head back in laughter, relishing the scandal he doesn’t seem to agree this is. “Calm down, pussycat. What’s done is done. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Starting back to his abandoned task at the bus he walks backwards, eyes trained gleefully on the flustered look painted across your features.

“Don’t let your brother hear you call me that.” You order before he gets too far away.

Offering a smug salute, he finally turns and claps the roadie he’s assisting on the back before bending to grab up another case.

~

“Where are we again tonight, pussycat?” Josh asks, as you work quickly to repair a tiny rip in the seam of his jumpsuit.

“Who the hell knows.” You sound as annoyed as you feel. The needle you’re whipping around in haste bites deeply into your finger. “Shit! You and Sammy just had to rough house around right before the show?”

“Brothers,” he grins down at you, spreading his legs a little, giving you a better angle to stitch the tear near his upper inseam. “Gotta strike while the iron’s hot.”

“Yeah, well, there’s no time to go at this with my sewing machine, so don’t blame me when your dick falls out on stage.”

He pretends to be dazzled. “That’s it, darling, make me a legend.”

Jake appears out of nowhere, as he so often does, and saunters past, side-eyeing the scene. “On your knees for him right out here in the open, love? How very groupie-like of you.”

“Zip it, Jacob,” Josh shuts his twin down and grabs your hand to help you up. “Pussycat over here is about to help me go down in Rock n’ Roll history.” he moves his hips around suggestively and then scurries off.

Jake looks incredulous, “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, probably not.”

He nods and adjusts the jacket you put the finishing touches on just today, somehow working around the bumps and jostles of the road. “I love this, by the way. Do I look cool?”

There’s another thing he does that melts your heart…every now and then, you get a tiny glimpse of the boy he once was, the boy who dreamed of being a rockstar. Do I look cool?

“Don’t tell the others I said this,” you conspire, adjusting his collar. “But you look the coolest of all, guitar fingers.”

Did you do that purposely? Did you call him that just to let him know that you’re thinking about it? Was that a sly, yet still deniable, invitation? Maybe. Probably. Yes.

He sees it for what it is, because of course he does, and his lips are suddenly dangerously close to your ear. To anyone else, it might look like he’s just aiming to be heard over the roaring crowd that awaits, but you know better. “Thank you. I love a good ego boost from a pretty girl. It’s good for my soul…and even better for my cock.”

Stunned, you don't see it coming when he gently grabs your chin and directs your line of sight downward to the obvious hard-on making itself known in his skin tight pants. “See pussycat,” he traces his nose along your jaw until his lips are once again ghosting over your ear, “You aren’t the only one who can purr.”

It’s totally out of your control when your breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you can’t seem to grab hold of it.

“Interesting,” his lips quirk up in triumph as he soaks in your reaction for a moment before he strolls off, calm as you please, to claim the Gibson that will hide the evidence of your little encounter from the fans.

~

“How though, Josh? Seriously.” Sammy is trying his best to work his hair into a french braid while he grills his brother about, yet another, forgotten lyrics mishap. “I mean, how many times have we played Safari? Ought to be muscle memory by now.”

Ignoring his baby brother completely, Josh looks into his Kaleidoscope and turns it slowly. It was a birthday gift from you last year and since then, it has traveled the world with him. Jake had received two fat Cuban cigars that you may or may not have illegally acquired.

“This thing is far out.” he sounds beyond pleased. “Ya never get the same thing twice.”

“Far out?” you laugh. “I swear, Josh, you’re a time traveler.”

Jake plucks at his acoustic lazily, the hum of the highway his background singer as the buses make their way to yet another hotel. “No, he’s just high…and strange.”

“And a little drunk.” Josh piles on, twisting the toy still pressed close to his eye. “But I’m bringing back the classics…” his free hand sweeps out as if he’s describing a grand plan. “Far out, groovy- turn on, tune in, and drop out- et cetera.”

“How about you get one of those bumper stickers,” Sam quips. “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides for free.”

Josh finally sits the Kaleidoscope aside, only for Danny to snatch it up. “Way ahead of you, little brother. I would’ve ordered you one, too, but I figured that would be cruel since you wouldn’t know what to do with the ass.”

Sammy’s ‘baby of the family’ aesthetic is triggered, “Oh, and you would?”

“Not in front of our girl, Samuel.” Josh grins over at you, winking platonically. “Although, I have to ask, pussycat, was there a small part of you saddened by the absence of a wardrobe malfunction tonight?”

“Thank god for small favors.” you joke back. “I think I’d rather go blind than see any of your dicks.”

Three of them make theatrical noises of feigned hurt and outrage, but one, well…that one remains quiet and strums a soft tune with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Hey,” Danny tosses the scope at Sammy, who has been bitching for a turn with it. “We should have a movie night. Couple blunts, order some room service, make fun of Sam.”

“Fuck off, bro.” Sammy settles on the floor at your feet, wordlessly commissioning you to complete the braid he’s given up on. You begin twisting his shining locks around your fingers and into each other, after giving his shoulder a loving pat to assure him you’re on his side.

Josh is busy typing a lengthy text on the phone he “never uses”, but he nods in agreement. Sam needn’t say anything, he’s always down and everybody knows it.

Jake stands and glances out one of the windows, as if he’ll be able to recognize the surroundings and guesstimate how close you are to your lodging for the night. “Yeah, sorry Daniel, but I’m wiped. Gonna make good use of the bed before we’re back to bunks.”

His eyes find yours, and ‘Gonna make good use of the bed’ bounces around in your head divinely.

You, too, decline the invitation, claiming to still be mildly suffering from your long gone hangover.

Its stupid, and you know it. You should change your mind and do the thing logic is screaming for. You should enjoy movie night and eat overpriced room service while passing around blunts, but when Jake’s eyes lock in on yours once again, you know exactly where you’ll be spending your night. It’s hopeless.

~

He texts that he’ll be at your door in a half an hour, but 15 minutes later, as you’re stepping out of the shower, a knock startles you. Its two quick raps, quiet, like only one knuckle has been used, casual, very…Jake, somehow.

Perfect! Yanking on the complimentary terry cloth robe, you run your hand across the mirror to clear the fog, and inspect your appearance. No time for even a quick swipe of lipgloss, you unclip your hair, shake it out, and hurry to the door.

With your fingers wrapped around the handle, you take a deep, centering breath, will the butterflies battling about in your stomach to calm the hell down, and then pull the door open. You find him standing on the other side, thumbs jammed in his pockets.

“Jake Kiszka arrives early? This is groundbreaking.”

“Actually, I’m late. I’d planned on being here ten minutes ago,” his eyes travel slowly down your body and then back up to meet yours. “you just didn’t know it.”

You lean against the doorframe and cross your arms, leaving him to stand outside awkwardly, although he doesn’t look awkward in the least. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want you to get too in your head about it, I know how you are. Plus,” he reaches out and runs a fingertip over your makeup free cheek, “this is when you’re prettiest.”

“Don’t you think it should’ve been my decision on how I chose to primp or not primp?” You challenge, still standing in the doorway.

He squeezes by and then turns, pulling you into the room by the belt of your robe so the door can swing shut. “Did you decline our dear Daniel’s invitation to argue with me, or to fuck me?”

His body presses yours against the wall. You allow it, welcome it, and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know, Jake…why’d you decline?”

“To argue with you, of course.” his mouth is hovering so close to your neck, each breath fans out warm and humid over your sensitive skin.

His hand slips between the two of you and up your inner thigh. “Jake…” you protest weakly, though you can’t imagine why.

“Shut up.” He smiles, dropping a soft kiss upon your cheekbone. “I don’t think there’s anywhere else in the world that you’d rather have my hand. It belongs between your pretty thighs.”

You choose to ignore that, rather than admit he’s never been more right in his entire life.

“You know we’ve got the whole room all to ourselves,” you point out, pulling his mouth closer until his tongue flutters along your throat. His fingers rest just inches shy of where you want them most. “Do you have a thing for walls, Jakey?”

He sinks his teeth into you, but it’s over way too quickly, “Maybe. Or maybe I just have a thing for pressing you up against them, pussycat. You look so pretty and helpless.”

“Helpless?” you push him back without warning and slide down to your knees, eyes on his all the while. “We’ll see who’s helpless.”

A shaky sound slips out of him when you curl your fingers around his belt buckle to pull him closer and then begin working to tear it open. The only sound in the room is his deep, hitching breaths and the metal clinking together.

When his belt and fly lay open, you're met with the sight of his bare cock, hard and stuffed sideways into those damned pants of his. A fresh pair donned after his shower at the venue, but tight as a second skin all the same. “Your little comment about me being on my knees in front of your brother earlier, were you jealous?”

He bites down hard on his bottom lip, then releases it instantly. “No. I just like to watch your cheeks turn pink.”

“Liar.” you beam lazily up at him, “Do you like to have your pretty cock sucked, Jake? Would you like it if I did it right now? Just slipped it into my warm, wet mouth and swallowed you down until–”

Without warning, he’s got you by the shoulders, yanking you up off the floor and snapping your body around. It all happens so fast, you’re still trying to make sense of it as he leads you over to the little couch positioned across from a flimsy coffee table that he kicks out of the way.

“Listen closely, pussycat.” he growls into your ear from behind. “I know I’m brand new to you, so I won’t punish you, but you’d be wise to pay attention. You don’t run this show, I do. At all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” you nod quickly as the pulse between your thighs thrums into manic gear.

His tone softens, but only slightly. “If you want to stop, say so, and I will. Stop. That’s all you have to say, baby. Understand?”

Mmm, there’s that ‘baby’ from last night that makes your pulse thready. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he demands, grip sinking into your hair.

“Yes, I understand.” you breathe, reaching down to circle your clit, you only need a second’s worth of relief.

“Hands off.” he snaps softly against the shell of your ear. “That cunt is mine tonight and I don’t recall giving you permission to touch it.”

Fuck!

Your hand falls away and he skates a few soft kisses over your shoulder in reward, after he yanks down your robe. “That’s a good kitty. Now spread your legs and have a seat.”

He guides you closer to the couch and lowers you down until you’re straddling the arm of it. You wish it were his thigh instead, you also wish you could see his beautiful face.

The robe is gently pulled off of you completely, as he murmurs pretty things, and then there is his large, warm palm, gripping the nape of your neck, lowering you down until your breasts are pressed into the upholstery.

A soft sound of content sighs out of him. “Didn’t get a good look at it last night, you’re fucking gorgeous. Look at you, with your little pink cunt dripping all over the arm of a couch that doesn’t even belong to you…” he teases, stroking his hand up and down your spine. “What will we tell the others if we have to foot the cleaning bill?”

“Jake, please.” you whine, writhing under his touch, you can still feel what he did to you last night, and you want it again, badly.

“Quiet.” a soft smack on your ass pulls a wail out of your chest as if he’s struck you with a whip. “Oh, listen to my sweet little pussycat whine.” he sounds taunting in the sexiest way, and then that same hand shoves you down. “Ride it.”

“What? No, I need you.” You sound shamelessly needy and you can’t find the will to care.

Another swat lands against your flesh, harder this time “I said ride it.”

Your hips begin a tentative roll, and then immediately pick up speed when you feel the friction, warm and soothing, against your swollen clit.

“There’s that well behaved little kitten I remember.” you can hear the genuine pride hidden away in his tone and it chokes a blissful moan out of you. “Good girl,” his hands sweep up and down your thighs. “Did you make your pretty pussy cum this morning thinking about my fingers fucking you last night?”

Your hands have sought to grip the couch for stability so you can ride it harder, faster. “Yes,” you sound like a whore, needy and desperate. So? He doesn’t seem to care, why should you?

He strokes at your hair as if you really are his pet, his kitten. “In the shower again?”

“No,” you shake your head with a tiny whimper from a particularly nice grind. “I was in bed.”

His palm circles from the back of your neck to your throat, and then your back is pressed against his chest, his layered necklaces biting into your skin with a dull pinch you relish.

Your hips still, waiting for what’s coming next but his fingers sink into your hip, a silent order to move, that you heed without question.

“In bed?” His quiet taunt rasps into your ear like sex on a slow breeze. “That was thoughtless, you make such a mess. Some poor housekeeper had to change those sheets. I bet she knew exactly what you’d been up to.”

“I don’t care.” You’re panting tiny gasps of breath, fucking yourself faster and faster still, on the arm of the couch as he holds you against his overheated body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I needed to cum.”

You feel his cock twitch in his splayed open pants, “Sounds like you need to cum right now, too, pussycat. Do you? Does my pretty girl need it?”

“Bad.” You nod frantically, reaching back to touch him wherever your hands happen to land.

He shoves you down with such delicious force your eyes roll back in your head as you thrust against the couch beneath you just once before, unexpectedly, his fingers slide into you from behind.

“Fuck, Jake…” you cry out, much too loudly for a hotel, and press back to meet his hand.

He leans down over you and kisses the small of your back, “You’re so fucking hot and wet, you feel like a silky soft oven made just for me.”

You fuck yourself down onto the arm below you and back into his touch. “Just for you, Jake. Fuck…”

His palm swats into your ass again and then takes rough hold of it “Are you gonna keep my fingers warm with this pretty cunt until you cum?”

“Yes, Yes…” you can’t think straight beyond the orgasm you’re chasing.

“Yeah?” he tilts the word up at the end, lilting, as if he expected any other answer. “Then what are you gonna warm up for me?”

“Is your cock cold?” the question stutters out of you with each pump of his fingers that match the movement of your hips.

“Little chilly, pussycat. You wanna make it all better?”

The thought of warming his cock for him tips you right straight over the edge. Your fingernails dig into the fabric and rake violently down it. “Yes, yes, please. Don’t stop…I’m so close, Jake. Please…”

He tucks his fingers downward and rubs deep circles into that elusive place that makes you see stars, and that’s the end of you. Your orgasm rains over you like a storm, each wave of pleasure a sudden downpour that washes over you, bathing you in Jake Jake Jake. He groans softly as you squeeze and spill around him, and it sounds like gentle thunder, each time your eyes flutter and the light blinks, it is lazy lightning. The monsoon he has bestowed upon you slowly clears, but you wish you could live in the eye of the hurricane forever.

Before the clouds have fully parted, he’s pulling you up and lifting you away from the couch and onto the bed. He drops you down and holds his hand up. It drips with you and he looks more self-satisfied than you’ve ever seen him.

“Look at this,” he shakes his head, “It’s everywhere.” His tongue, cotton candy pink and distracting, makes an appearance and curls along his palm, before he actually shakes off the excess, sending droplets of your release raining around the room haphazardly.

You pull yourself into a sitting position and begin hungrily yanking at his pants, fighting to get your hands on his cock. “Are these pants fucking painted on?” you complain, exasperated and annoyed. “I want it. Fuck, I want it.”

He takes pity and hitches the waist up and then tugs them down swiftly until his cock springs free. It slaps against the softest part of his little belly and saliva pools on your tongue at the sight. It's thick, and gorgeous, and every single thing you’ve ever imagined it to be, and then some.

Instinctively, you’re off the bed and down on your knees as your mouth closes the space between the two of you. You shove his pants down the rest of the way, as the flat of your tongue laps over the glistening tip. He steps forward, an invitation to swallow him…you take it, and without flourish or show, you close your lips around him and suck his length down into your throat as deeply as you can, never mind the gagging and the tears already threatening to breach.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums, sounding undoubtedly shakier than he would like. He thumb strokes over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have now spilled. “Maybe I should’ve let you paint your pretty face, would’ve been nice to watch you ruin your mascara.”

Your cheeks hollow as you slowly pull up to suckle at the head of his cock and he doubles over, both hands braced at the crown of your head. “Fuck, pussycat, do that again.”

Once more, you vacuum around him and then baby the plush tip of his beautiful cock, your reward is a low, rumbling groan of what might be mistaken for agony if you didn’t know better.

“Alright.” he pants, taking you firmly by the hair. “Hold still. Be a good girl and keep that cock nice and warm for me, kitten.”

Gazing up at him through your lashes, you do as you’re told, reveling in the way his pretty dick pulses and jerks against your tongue, and basking in the sight of his flushed, sweaty face…lips swollen and parted into a near snarl, that still somehow looks gentle, as he tries to keep it together.

“Your mouth feels so sweet, baby.” he offers the smallest of smiles. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod around him, and a whimper gasps out of him as your lips and tongue slide around with the gesture.

“Fingers inside yourself for me.” Once again, he pets at your hair as though you are his beloved.

Without thought, you give him what he’s asked for and moan around him. You hadn’t realized how empty you felt until you were full.

“Don’t you have the tightest, softest cunt, pussycat?” his tone is tender and coaxing. Again, you nod around him, earning a sweet little hiss through his perfect teeth this time around. “Yeah, you do.” he agrees, collecting himself. “I wanna be inside it. Wanna fill you up. Wanna fuck you.”

You ripple your tongue along the bottom of his cock and bat your lashes in response, and he wastes no time. Before proper thought can register, you are straddled over the arm of the couch again with his cock lined up and circling your slick entrance.

“Thought you said you were gonna make good use of the bed?” You tease, perhaps unwisely.

“Shut up.” he snaps, but there isn’t an ounce of malice in his words. “I want you to grind that needy clit right here…” his palm smacks down against the couch, “while I fuck you stupid…and I want my name when you cum, understood? My name…”

“You’re name,” you whine, writhing around, clay in his hands waiting to be molded by his display of dominance. “Yes, Jake…your name, I promise, just…please.”

He buries himself inside you at the same moment ‘please’ is slipping past your lips, and the sudden, heavenly fullness causes the word to cry out of you, a near scream.

The warmth of his chest rests against your back for a stretch while he fights to find his control. A series of nonsensical curses escape him on loop, which in turn cause you to mewl and tense up around him, creating a vicious circle.

“Stop,” his hand cracks hard against your outer thigh. “Relax or I’m gonna cum…you’re so fucking tight.”

In response, you begin rocking your clit against the upholstery, just as he asked you to, which sends your slick walls gliding up and down his length. Never before have you ever experienced anything even close to this. He is so thick, and perfectly tailored to your body, as if you designed his cock yourself, so hard, so hot…warming you from the inside.

“That’s it, kitten, keep going…take what you need. Fuck yourself on me.” He sounds strained and deprived, as if he’s been waiting years.

It’s way too fast, you shouldn’t be balancing on the edge this quickly, but here you are, and he feels it.

“So soon, baby?” his grip finds your hair, creating a delightful sting. “A whore for my cock already…I love it.”

“Jake…” you continue fucking yourself back against him, but you can’t manage to say more than that.

“I know, pussycat, me too…” his grip loosens in your tangled locks as his opposite hand runs ticklish lines down your spine. “Cum for me, love…I need it.”

You’d ask where Dom Jacob has run off to if you weren’t so drunk off the fact that you’ve managed to dismantle him so.

It hits you again, just as hard…a second storm raging violently through your body, it’s energy spilling into the room as you cry out and scream his name as though he is miles too far to hear you.

With a feral growl, he groans out your name, and a question. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum…fuck, fuck! Where do you want me?”

“Inside…please…” you beg, clawing away at the piece of furniture beneath you as your orgasm rips you apart.

He falls against you, teeth catching at the curve of your neck as he moans and shakes out your name, cumming hard, spilling warmth inside you in a way that feels so right you wish you could keep it there forever.

You lie there, limp and spent against the arm of the couch as he finds his breath, lips peppering soft kisses along your shoulder all the while.

After a stretch of comfortable quiet, he breaks the silence with a whispered, “Can I stay tonight?”

You reach around blindly, and cup his cheek in response. If he hadn't asked, you certainly would have.

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[ageofbajabule]

Homecoming | Josh M. Kiszka |

josh x f! reader

Warnings; (18+) MINORS DNI!!!! | profanity | oral (receiving and giving) | unprotected sex (wrap it up!) 

Word count; 3.1K (roughly)

Author’s Note: This is my very first fic, so please be nice! It’s been a very long time since I last wrote one, and it might be rusty. But please be mindful and I hope you all enjoy this. Also sorry if there is some misspelling. 

 Summary: Josh has returned home from touring and going to visit his friends.

Masterlist: 🤍

It was around the holiday season, the guys had just finished a tour that they had been on for the last 6 months. This was the longest it has been since you last saw Josh or any of the guys. You wanted to make it to some of their shows but the schedule between work and school was a hot mess. You were filled with excitement because you’d finally be reunited with not only the guys but Josh. Josh has known you since elementary school and you both grew up together, practically inseparable and always remained close. While being super close with your friend group meaning; Jake, Danny, Sam and so on, they had all picked on you saying how you guys are eventually going to end up together. As much as you liked the idea you felt like you would be a setback in Josh’s career.  

Jita thought it would be a great idea to throw a party to gather all of our friends together to celebrate the guys finishing their tour, since we hadn’t seen them for the last 6 months. She decided to throw it the following Saturday of them being home to give them the well deserved time with their family. You couldn’t wait for the party, Jita and you had been planning it all week. Every single thing, between the food, booze, games, music and environment. The party was being held at Jake and Jita’s home since they had the space to do so. You arrived at their home around 6:30pm and everyone else was expected to arrive around 7 o’clock. You showed up earlier to finish setting the food and drinks up with Jita. “Are you nervous to see Josh finally after six months?” Jita said as she looked over in your direction, “I guess you could say that, I just didn’t expect it to be this long without seeing him. I’ve never waited this long and it makes me feel like a bad friend.” You sighed and finished setting everything up and walked to the kitchen to fill a glass with some wine. “You’re not a bad friend, Josh will be excited no matter what. He only ever talks about you.” Taking a sip from the wine glass, you look over at Jita and Jake as they both nod in agreement, you smile and blush.

Another half hour passes and everyone finally starts to show up, you make small talk with some friends, then Sam and Danny pop in rushing towards you like linebackers. Collapsing into a group hug laughing, “I’m a tiny human here, compared to you two! I could’ve died.” You joked with the guys, it was nice to see them finally. “Maybe if you grew a few inches it wouldn’t be so bad!” Danny laughed after his comment and pulled you in for another hug. “Besides we’re not the ones you have to worry about, Josh is literally gonna squeeze the hell out of you when he sees you.” Sam smiled and nudged you, blushing in front of them you just shook your head. “Yeah, we shall see whenever he gets here. It’s weird he normally is never late..” You looked around hoping to find him, there was no sign of him just yet. It’s not hard to miss him, Josh could always light up a room with his smile just his presence alone. 

After about a good half hour, you hear everyone roaring in excitement. Josh must’ve finally arrived, you ran into the main living area to find Josh settling in hugging friends and his brothers. Danny has practically been a part of the family since him and Sam became best friends. Finally once he said his hello’s to everyone he made direct eye contact with you. You could feel the tension between you two, it really felt like a lifetime since you last saw him. There was a knot in your stomach, a butterfly type of feeling and you ran straight into his arms wrapping yours around him. Engulfed into a warm, tight hug. This was the moment you were waiting for, the infamous Josh hug. Taking in every second of that hug, smelling his cologne and enjoying his warmth. “I’ve missed you so much Y/N.” Josh had practically cried out, squeezing you before letting you go to take a good look at you. He stared into your eyes, as you melted in his chocolate brown eyes. “I’ve missed you more, I missed complaining to you about school… But that’s not the point. The point is, you’re finally home after a long six months. How was everything, was Europe beautiful?” You were just so excited to see him and hear about everything, you knew he had some crazy and fun stories to share. The guys always were up to no good or doing something random while traveling the world. “It was amazing and it was not as beautiful as you, besides we can talk about that later, I just want to spend some well deserved time with my best friend.” You nodded in agreement and went to fetch another glass of wine with Josh.

Later as the night went on everyone caught up and drank, played games and ate a ton of food. It was definitely a well needed night for everyone involved. The party finally died down and the only ones left are the original crew. Jita and Jake were saying their goodnights to the guys and you as they were very tired, but Jake also had quite a bit to drink to say the least. Sam was on the verge of passing out on the couch and Danny was fetching himself a sandwich before heading to lie down as well on the couch. Josh had nudged you making a hint at wanting to talk, you didn’t hesitate and followed him to the guest bedroom that Jita had told you previously tonight you could stay the night there if you wanted to. Josh closes the door behind you two as you sit on the edge of the bed, as he made his way over to you. You looked up at him nervously not knowing what the conversation would entail. “I just wanted to get something off my chest that has been bugging my thoughts lately.” Josh twirled his fingers together nervously, it had to have been serious whatever it was he was going to mention. “Well you can tell me whatever it is, you know I'm never one to make a judgment.” You just sat there waiting for him to speak whatever was on his mind. “You know how we’ve been friends for quite a long time now…” Josh started to ramble on, “Of course, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” You smiled in your reply. “Well what if that were to change?” Josh looked at you with love in his eyes, it was a look you had only seen once before when he dated Jasmine in high school. Was this real? Was he confessing his feelings to you? Or was this all just some sort of dream, you pinch yourself and sure enough it’s real.

“Josh, I…” You weren’t sure what to say, “Shh, it’s okay. It’s been a long time coming, and I’ve been meaning to say it sooner. It’s just touring and scheduling interviews got in the way of what I know I wanted. And I want to be with you Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N. I always have and I was just so afraid of ruining our friendship, but honestly I don’t think I need to be afraid…” He sighed in relief to have finally gotten that off of his chest, he pulled you up from the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist. As in response you do the same wrapping your arms around his neck. “Josh, I have been waiting for this moment since high school…” Giggling softly Josh hushed you quickly by his lips meeting yours, engulfed in a sweet kiss, but you then pulled away. “But are you sure you want this? I don’t want to be a setback for your career…” You felt him tighten his grip around your waist, “You would never, ever be a setback. I want to see the world with you, I want to share this experience with the person I love. It’s been you, always will be you. You could never be a setback, only a motivation to inspire me to be more than what I already am.” Looking into each others eyes, you knew Josh meant those words. He hardly was ever one to lie, he was truthful and you couldn’t help but smile. “So I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you be my sweet girl?” You blushed and nodded, “Of course I'll be your girl Josh.” You pulled him in for another kiss, except this time it started to get heated.

Josh laid you down on the bed without breaking this heated kiss between the two of you. You couldn’t help but enjoy this, it’s been in your mind before but now it’s all happening for real. Josh wrapped his one hand around the back of your neck holding it up for support, while the other was on your waist. Being underneath his warm body made you feel comfortable and safe, you started to lift his shirt as a sign to make him take it off. He responded rather quickly to it, he got off of you for a moment to take his shirt off. You sat up on your elbows taking in his beauty, his stomach muscles flexing as he removed his shirt and you looked up at him. “You’re so beautiful Josh…” Blushing to yourself, he did his small grin that you thought was so cute. “No Mama, you’re the one that’s beautiful. Come here.” He motioned for you to sit upright, he then placed his hands on the hem of shirt, and looked at you for reassurance first. You nodded in agreement he then took your shirt off, leaving you with your bra showing. He smiled softly and kissed your lips, he ran his hands up the side of your body making his way to your breasts. He grasped the one in his hand while the other he slipped his hand in, pinching your nipple softly at first. You couldn’t help but let a quiet moan out, he smirked at your response and kept playing with them for a bit.

While that happened for the next few minutes, you helped him by removing your bra. He then latched his mouth onto your breast, kissing them and licking them. You couldn’t help but moan and tug at his hair a bit, “Oh mama, you’re so beautiful.” He hummed against your breasts fondling them ever so lovingly. Then you couldn’t help but take a turn of events and laid him down on the bed, kissing his neck and leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, stomach and right above his waistline. He left out a couple of soft moans as you did this, it was hot hearing him moan at your actions. You then slowly unbutton his pants and remove them off of him, showing his briefs and his bulge popping through them. He was already huge underneath his briefs, you could only imagine how he looked with them off. Teasing him slowly, you rubbed his member through his briefs feeling how hard he was for you. “Oh my, you’re that turned on for me?” You giggled to yourself at how bad he wanted you. “If you're gonna keep teasing me, you’re gonna learn real quick how bad I can make you beg…” He smirked with his response, you couldn’t help but think of what he could do to you. Feeling inclined to make him show what he’s capable of, you continued to tease him resulting in him flipping you onto your back. “I told you so…” He then went on to remove your pants and revealed your lace underwear. Moving his hand over your region to feel you, he could feel how wet you already were through your underwear. “I see that you have been waiting for this as well…” He kept rubbing through your underwear making your core beg even more for his touch. Your body twitching as he kept teasing you through your panties, “Please Josh…” You cried out, he smiled going down to remove your panties. He kissed your inner thighs leaving marks which made you cry out more for him. He was making sure you knew that he was in control, and what he’s capable of. Then he moves his mouth to your clit, sucking and nibbling on it. You couldn’t help but moan louder, he then shushed you quickly. “Quiet we don’t want to wake everyone up mama.” You nodded and he continued to lick in motions, he knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to know you were his and only his, then he inserted a finger. Thrusting in and out slowly as he licked your clit. You grabbed his hair tugging on it here and there. 

He picked the pace up with his finger adding another, he then did circular motions with his tongue getting every reaction out of you. This was making you feel like you were on cloud nine, you could feel a knot in your stomach forming. “Josh… I-I’m gonna cum…” You were panting out, as he pulled his mouth away. “Go ahead, cum for me mama…” After his response you couldn’t help but come undone all over his fingers. “That’s a good girl…” He licked his fingers in front of you then pulled you in for a kiss so you could taste yourself. “You taste so sweet Mama.” 

Josh then removes his briefs, leaving to reveal his massive cock. You couldn’t help but let your jaw drop, he smirked at you as he stroked himself, “Are you sure you can handle this?” Making your way to him, you sit on your knees in front of him. “Don’t you worry about me…” You then take his cock into your hands stroking him slowly, watching him tilt his head back and bite his lip. Smiling at his response you then lick him from his balls up to the tip, hearing him moan out you then take him into your mouth. You start swirling your tongue around his shaft, while pumping him with your hand. Hearing his moans fall out of his mouth, you were turned on even more by his cries. You couldn’t help but continue to bob your head up and down his cock, fondling his balls in your one hand while the other stroked him. “Fuck Mama…” He looked down at you into your eyes, you could feel him twitch a little, hinting that he was close to his high. Which then you started to deepthroat making him moan louder, “Oh mama, just like that… I’m g-gonna c-cum…” He cried out, you kept going at the pace you were looking up at him with your glistening eyes telling him he could release himself. Not too long after that, he had cum filling your mouth up. Pulling away from him, you swallowed all of it.

He had you stand up, then practically threw you on the bed. He then positioned himself at your entrance, he stroked himself a bit more before entering you. “Oh fuck…” You cried out, you wrapped your arms around his back. His cock was so big inside of you, it felt so good sliding in and out of you. Hearing his moans mixed in with yours made the room spin. It was heavenly, this wasn’t lust filling the room. It was love, Josh and you were making love. At the very moment you could tell this was a forever type thing. Your bodies colliding with one another, your movements working as you were both panting in sync. You then flipped yourselves over so that now you were riding him. He placed his hands on your waist as you placed yours on his chest to hold yourself up. 

While he held your waist, you bounced up and down on his cock. Moaning out as he did, feeling him deep inside you drove you crazy. He would thrust into you each time you came down, making you tremble on top of him. He then moved his hands up to your breast fondling them and playing with your nipple with his one hand, making you cry out again for him. He enjoyed hearing you cry out for him, it made him feel like he was doing something right. You started to get weak on top of him, feeling another climax waiting to happen. “J-Josh…” You said his name out. He looked up into your eyes, “Go ahead and cum again for me mama…” You felt yourself tighten around his cock as you came again for him, this time you shook as you came. He then sat upright wrapping his arms around you, continuing to thrust inside of you. “That’s my pretty mama…” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and tugged at his hair. Letting out more moans and cries, kissing his neck leaving marks. He kept making motions with his hips, he kept thrusting into you. “Y/N, I-I’m gonna cum…” He was getting sloppy with his last couple of thrusts, you nodded your head reassuring him to release, you then kissed his lips as he came into you. You could feel him filling you up inside, he twitched underneath your body, as you both collapsed into one another. 

“I love you Y/N.” Josh said out loud, wrapping his arms around you ever so lovingly. “I love you too Josh.” You smiled, kissing his lips once more. “Remind me again why I waited so long to ask you out? I was dumb for ever waiting that long…” He chuckled to himself nuzzling his head into your neck, you wrapped the blanket around you both. Then cuddled and drifted off to sleep.

It felt nice to have Josh home once again, and this time you knew that you wouldn’t ever have to worry about not seeing him enough. Josh made it clear that your his one and only, and you couldn’t be any happier than that.

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[gretavanmoon]

Old Flame Chapter 3

And cuddle you did. After getting out of the shower, you both dried off and tiptoed to Jake’s room as quietly as possible still wrapped in your towels. Luckily he had a room at the end of the hallway, and another bathroom separated his room from Danny and Jezz’s. He had the lamp turned on, and you scanned around his room looking for his suitcase so that you could quickly find an old tshirt to throw on. “Go ahead and take whatever you want,” he whispered. You grinned at his sweet words reading your mind, and you picked out an old worn Led Zeppelin tee. You held it up to him. “Seriously Jake? I figured you would have burned this before being caught in public wearing it,” you laughed. “I wasn’t planning on going out in public at all this week. I’m still allowed to support one of my favorite bands of all time even with all the stigma and weird shit we get. Plus, you used to wear it all the time. It reminds me of you…”

Jake blushed and sat down on the edge of the bed. You sauntered over to him still wrapped in your towel and hair dripping across your shoulders. You stood in front of him. He looked up at you, still embarrassed of what he had said. You let the towel drop to the floor, and put one hand on either side of his head. You lovingly squeezed his cheeks together hard so his lips pursed into a forced kissy face. You placed a tiny peck to his lips before sliding onto the bed next to him. It was a king-sized bed, so when you both got under the covers, you laughed at how far apart you actually were. You scooted over closer to him, and he raised his arm so you could fit snugly to his side. “My little puzzle piece,” you both said at the exact same time. Expressions surprised, you both were wide-eyed and smiling at each other when you realized you had spoken the same sentence at the same time. You both held back laughter and leaned forward in stitches. “Oh my god, jinks!” You yelled quietly as you smacked him with your pillow. He sat up. “Wow, the fact that that I haven’t said that in so long…” you both calmed your giggles as your minds both traveled back to the past, and remembered your little saying each time you snuggled in to bed for the night. “I guess old habits die hard, huh?” You replied. “You can say that again,” Jake said.

You both laid back into your single positions and stayed silent for a minute or two.

“Hey, you wanna hear a new song I’ve been working on?” 

He reached over and grabbed his acoustic guitar and began to strum quietly. You started to speak up and warn him not to wake everyone, but honestly, they were all used to hearing his guitar at all hours of the night by now. He audibly cleared his throat. His fingers strummed and glided slowly over the strings, playing a solemn tune that was simple yet had so much depth, it almost brought you to tears. It was slow, but the way his brow furrowed every now and then, you knew he had put a lot into it. It had an occasional small pause, followed by a low gutteral melody that you could feel in your bones. Wow. His face contorted from raised to lowered eyebrows, and every so often his mouth would do a side pucker as if he was still trying to memorize it. The song seemed to rollercoaster its way across chords, changing tempo and fluttering through high and low notes. Finally it came to a slow and drawn out ending that was perfectly filled with tiny embellishments of melancholy mixed with blissful delight. You sat with your jaw dropped and eyes flying back and forth between jakes face and his hands.

“Wow..”was all you could manage. “Jake, that was..beyond beautiful..” you couldn’t find the words to describe what you had just listened to. “Thanks,” he replied. It’s still a little dusty and I need to clean it up, but I think it has potential.”

“Jake, I truly don’t think you understand how amazing a writer you are. I’m being so serious. It’s freaking sublime.”

“Eh, thanks I guess. I’m my own worst critic,” he said.

“Of course you are, but you shouldn’t be. Your stuff is truly out of this world. All four of you are insanely talented, it makes me jealous.” You paused. “I can’t wait to see where it takes you guys,” you finished.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of dread for if they really ever did make it big and began to tour and travel. Where would that leave you? You shook the thoughts from your head.

“I guess we’ll find out ,” Jake ended his sentence with a giant yawn, and you pushed him back down onto his pillow while he laid his guitar safely back down on the floor. Again, you cuddled up into your puzzle piece, and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of everything that has happened in the past couple days.

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The next morning you found yourself wrapped up in Jake’s comforter with your hair in front of your face. The morning light was coming through the window shade, and the wind was whipping the snow around in glittery wisps when the sun caught it just right. You smelled the faint scent of coffee and bacon, and you took a deep, cleansing breath as last night’s hazy memories began to make their way back to you. You heard murmurs of the boys play-arguing downstairs, and could hear the girls laughing and telling them to be quiet. You blinked a few times, trying to ignore the pounding headache that comes along with too much wine. You slowly rolled over to find Jake still sound asleep on his side with his arms under his pillow. All you could see of his face were his closed eyelids and long, beautiful lashes. You remember back years ago that you were staring at this exact part of his face the minute you knew you were in love with him. You were looking at him in this same position, peacefully in a deep slumber without a care in the world, and right then and there you had an overwhelming feeling of love and protection come over you, and you had silently promised the universe you wouldn’t let anything ever hurt this beautiful man of yours.

But that was years ago. And you weren’t with Jake anymore. And you sure as hell weren’t in love with him now. Or…

your thoughts trailed off as he peeked one eye open, and closed it back. He pulled himself up on his elbows and put his head in his hands, and stayed there a minute. Suddenly he fully woke, and pushed his hair back from his face, turning to look at you with one eye open. Suddenly the confused, half-asleep look on his face softened into a sweet smile and reddened face.

“I forgot what it was like waking up to you in my bed in the mornings,” he said in a raspy morning voice. God, you had forgotten that his already low, slightly scratchy voice was ten times more sexy when he hadn’t used it in 6 hours.

“Same here, it’s been a while,” you said with a chuckle. You realized quickly that as much as you’d love to lay in bed with him all day soaking up each other and making up for lost time, you still needed some time to think, as all of this was happening way too fast. “Jake,” you went on. “I’m not sure what is…” he suddenly cut you off by pressing his lips to yours lightly, with much less hunger than you would think after last night’s festivities. 

“Y/n I know what you’re going to say. Believe it or not, I can still read you pretty well, so let me talk for a sec.” Your ears perked up and you were listening with intent. Jake inhaled a deep and cleansing breath, like he was about to speak and seal his fate. 

“I know last night we acted on old feelings and old attractions, and you may or may not still feel the same way about me as I do you. I told you that you’ve always meant more to me than I can explain now, and I’m so, so sorry I didn’t make that known to you before.” He put his head in his hands again. “Ever since we broke up, I’ve hidden my feelings for you because I didn’t want to hurt you, or force you to feel a certain way if you didn’t. No other girl on this earth makes me feel like you do, y/n. I wish I had realized it before we went and had that stupid argument.” He paused and looked at your speechless face. He had a pity in his eyes that you were not familiar with. Damn, he was being for real. He took another deep breath, and it hitched in his throat. “I don’t care how long it takes. But I’m waiting for you, and you can’t change my mind.”

Wow. Those words had probably been bottled up inside him so long that they were eating at him. You couldn’t quite yet find the words, so you rolled over to lay on your back and stare at the ceiling fan slowly turning. Finally, you turned to look at his longing eyes. “I truly had no idea you still felt that way, Jake. And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could express it with me sooner.” He pulled you over into a tight cuddle-squeeze. “It’s alright, darlin. Weird shit happens. But don’t give me any type of answer right now. Please just think on it.” You nodded your head, pleased with how understanding he was of you needing some time. You now knew that he was in it to win it. He really meant it when he said you were the one that got away.

After a few more minutes of cuddling, you decided it was time to join the others downstairs. You both got dressed and headed down into the kitchen. As you descended the stairs with Jake about ten steps behind, you were met with a flurry of ‘wooohooo’s!’, applause, and kissy noises from Sam. Danny even threw in a fist pump. “About time the lovebirds emerge from their nest,” Sam said, bringing two coffee mugs to you and Jake. “Dude, what do you mean? We just crashed in my room.” Jake said. Your eyes quickly darted to Kayla, who was already giving you a look of pure delight and pride. She smiled with all her teeth.

“Brother, don’t play dumb. We weren’t born yesterday. Plus, we kind of..found a clue in the corner over there,” Josh nudged his twin with his elbow. You looked over in the corner of the kitchen floor and there, in all their still soaked glory, were your long-forgotten about bikini bottoms. “Oh, shit,” you murmured under your breath. Fuck! How could you have not remembered taking those things off? Right, too much wine and too much of Jake’s tongue between your legs. Perfect combo.

“Well, I for one am overjoyed you two finally got some action after all these years of passing glances and flirting when you think none of us noticed,” Sam continued on with a wink to his brother. Was it really that obvious? Kayla was now standing beside you with her head rested on your shoulder, taking it all in. She always knew that physical touch wasn’t your love language, but she could tell when you needed some stability to stand beside. Your mind began spinning. Your head was still pounding, and you felt faint thinking about all the words Jake had confessed upstairs. Had he told his brothers the extent of his feelings for you? Had they secretly been giving Jake pep talks of “Don’t worry brother, maybe one day she’ll come around” and “Come out with us, maybe you’ll meet someone new?” All of the guilt was starting to weigh down on you. You felt awful for putting your ex-lover and best friend through emotional anguish for the past years. Jake finally broke your awkward silence by taking his little brother in a headlock. “How about you keep your opinions to yourself or I’ll drown you in the jacuzzi,” he said as he gave him a harsh nuggie on the top of the head. “Ow ow okay okay I’ll stop!” Sam fought back. Jake was much shorter than Sam, but all the years of fighting and bullying each other showed Sam that he didn’t want to truly mess with his older brothers. Thankfully, Jezz started plating up breakfast and demanded everyone sit and eat.

There were no plans for the day, so after breakfast and dishes, you all hung around the cabin doing individual random activities like playing cards, watching movies, and playing music. Sam had even found an old record player in the garage. He brought it out, along with a few oldies vinyls, dusted everything off, and began to play them. “Wow, these are ANCIENT. I can’t believe the needle still sounds this good,” he said while inspecting the rest of the records. You and Jake unintentionally stayed semi far away from each other the whole day, you spending time with the girls and he with his brothers. Occasionally you’d catch his eye from across the room. He’d never break eye contact, just continued to stare at you with an endearing grin. You’d return it, of course.

You and Kayla decided to go out into the back yard to share a bowl. You bundled up into warm clothes and found your way out to the fire pit surrounded by Adirondack chairs. Kayla lit the bowl, took a huge drag, and on her exhale spoke, “Alright bestie, speak on it.” You knew she was ready to hear all the details of the past day and a half out here in complete solitude, without the risk of the boys hearing you. And quite frankly, you were ready to spill. “Well,” you took the bowl from her and proceeded to take a fairly large, mind-clearing hit yourself. “Last night in the hot tub after everyone went inside, Jake pretty much confessed his love for me. And we may have made out in the jacuzzi. And we may have almost had sex. Twice.” Kayla’s eyes grew huge and her pupils were dilated. “I fucking KNEW it!” She shoved you in the shoulder. “I KNEW he was getting too fed up with his feelings to hold it in much longer.” She went on. You responded, “Well, this morning before we came downstairs, he pretty much said everything but ‘I love you’ and told me he’s going to wait for me, as long as it takes, until I’m ready.” Speaking the words out loud made it all the more real that this morning had happened. It was like your brain hadn’t processed it yet. The sun was still out shining brightly on the snow-capped trees, and the cold breeze brought tears to your eyes. Tears began to uncontrollably fall down your face. “Oh no y/n, don’t cry! It’s going to be okay, this is good news, right? I mean, you do still love Jake, right?” Kayla brushed away your now falling tears with her chilled hand. Her voice was steady but gentle, and she scooted toward you so your chairs were closer together. “I don’t know, I mean. All of this is happening so fast! When we got here yesterday, Jake and I were best friends with a rocky past. Now all of a sudden we’re old lovers rekindling our flame and talking about our potential future together?” You wiped away your own tears and looked across the valley to the next mountain. The snow was whipping around the treetops in the wind and it was like millions of tiny sparkles had been thrown into the air. The wind carried the snowflakes down the mountain and into the valley in a quick windswept fashion until they landed again. You spoke quietly, “You know Kay, every time I witness something beautiful, or see something hilariously outrageous, or find myself in a confused state of mind, I always wish Jake was there with me. He’s the first one my brain goes to when I’m wanting to share an experience. It kind of happens really fast, like my mind jumps directly to him for a split second, then goes to you, or my mom or somebody. But it’s always Jake first….” You stared across the valley watching the snow whip and dance in the most beautiful and haunting way…the sun was slipping behind huge dark clouds and then back out again. It was leaving giant shadows across the mountains, and there you were-wishing Jake was here to watch nature create this beautiful sight right in front of you. “Kay, would it be stupid of me to go back to him?” You asked your best friend. “Y/n, I think you know my answer to that question. It would not be stupid. If anything, I think it would be smart. You guys were made for each other, and watching you interact without actually being together has been breaking all of our hearts for way too long now. It’s torture for us, too y/n.”

She turned in her seat and grabbed your hands in hers. “The way he looks at you is like watching forbidden love happen right before your eyes. I know it sounds cheesy and corny but it’s true. He’s actually been waiting for you for a long time.”

This broke your heart even more. How could you have not seen this for so long?

“Why didn’t any of you tell me?” you questioned your best friend.

“I dunno,” Kayla went on. “It wasn’t our business to tell. Plus Jake knew that you didn’t feel the same about him anymore. Then when you and what’s-his-face broke up, he saw a chance, but didn’t want to come on too strong and risk his friendship with you. I think he just wanted to wait until he knew for sure, and if there was even the slightest chance you might still feel for him as more than a friend.” You stared into the snow covered fire pit as the wind started to dry your eyes. You brought the bowl to your lips and took another hit. “Looks like I’ve got some thinking to do, huh?” you asked Kayla.

“Probably, but remember you’re still on vacation for right now. And what happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin,” Kayla replied with a wink. “Wait, what does that mean?” You asked.

“Oh nothing. Just that Josh and I have a fun game night planned for the group!”

She stood up and grabbed your hands to stand with her.

You grumbled. “Am I going to need alcohol for this?”

“Oh baby,” she replied. “You’re going to need….wine.”

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Well part 4 is long overdue. It’s been so so busy at work and honestly I was stuck for a while, but here it finally is! I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner **slash

Tags and warnings: 18+ ONLY!! Adult themes including: fear, anxiety, and jealousy, complicated partnerships, includes some Josh X oc, Sam finally appears, very little kissing (I know), male masturbation, dad Jake AU, uncle Danny AU

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By the next Monday Jake strolled happily into work, ready to look over the profits and donations from Friday's event and make sure all the correct paperwork was done to start getting the money where it belonged.

“Hey” a quiet and familiar voice got Jake’s attention in the break room as he brewed a new pot of afternoon coffee.

Looking over he saw his colleague entering the break room as well. He said hi to her back as she opened the communal fridge and grabbed her lunch box out. “The concert was amazing, I heard everyone had a fantastic time”.

“That’s good to hear” Jake offered a soft smile as he filled his mug and leaned against the counter while his medical beverage cooled off.

“Did you have a good time?” She continued since she had taken a seat at the small round table and pulled out a bag of grapes to snack on.

It would be more awkward for them to both be in the small room together and not exchange pleasant conversation, so he answered her somewhat truthfully. He only hoped she wouldn’t bring up the surprise addition at the end, not having the heart to fully process that yet. “I did”, he sipped his coffee, debating how quickly he could excuse himself without coming off as an ass so he could get back to his work.

“That's good” she smiled, and Jake hoped he could make his break soon, but just before he could open his mouth she blurted out. “By the way, who was that guy you brought with you?”

Damn he missed his opening. “Oh, he’s sort of a friend of the family. I owed him one so…” he shrugged his shoulders casually and brought the mug back up to his lips so he wouldn’t have to say much more. The last thing he needed was rumors about his dating life spreading around the office.

“Is he single?”

Jake nearly choked on his coffee at her bold inquiry, causing her to blush.

“Sorry, he was just really cute. A few of the girls in the office have been talking about it all morning. His name was Danny right?”

So he’d introduced himself to a few of the office girls at the after party? It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him. Danny had watched the door like a hawk waiting for Jake to join them after gathering himself in the restroom. Jake could see the concern still sharpening his eyes, so he pulled on a smile and started mingling with his guests like nothing was wrong. Eventually Danny loosened up again, his bright smile returning so he socialized himself while Jake fulfilled his duties as host.

They weren’t the last to leave, a group having volunteered to stay behind and help clean up so Jake could pick up Luna and get her home, but nearly all the guests were gone by then. Jake snagged the two pieces of cake he’d set aside earlier and Danny offered to hold them in the car while Jake drove back.

Both of them seemed to be pretty tired of talking after the little party as they sat in silence during the drive. At a red light though Jake stole a glance in Danny’s direction, eyes falling to his lap where he held the tiny plastic plates in each hand.

Jake’s mind immediately floated back to when Danny held his hand not even an hour before. Thinking back on it he couldn’t believe the reaction that simple touch hand gave him. If they hadn’t been interrupted by Jake being caught off guard would he have let Danny kiss him?

He brought one of his hands from the steering wheel to his mouth, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. He tried to remember the last time he was even kissed- it was one of the first dates he’d been on since becoming single again. That’s right he’d walked her to the front door and she planted a kiss right on his lips, pulling away in embarrassment when he didn’t return it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, they had a good date actually and she was really interesting, but he just didn’t feel that way towards her. The failed kiss solidified that.

What if it was the same way with Danny?

When Jake got home and put Luna to bed he was frustrated. He was stuck between two feelings, one being uncertainty about trusting someone he still barely even knew, and the other being aggravation at himself for not just giving in. His heart couldn’t be hurt anymore than it already had, right?

Maybe not, but apparently he could still get jealous.

Jake found it unprofessional that his colleague was asking her boss if his guest last night was single. Sure she couldn’t have known it was supposed to be a date, but it still made Jake mad.

Saving him from having to answer her, and probably with some stiff remark about focusing on work instead of talking about boys like he was parenting her, Jake’s cell rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw it was Sam calling.

“Sorry, I have to take this”. He grabbed his mug and sped walked back to his office, shutting the door behind himself as he answered on the last ring. “What’s up Sammy?”

“Jake! Where are you? What are you doing right now?” He quickly bombarded him like whatever he had to call about was extremely important.

“I’m at work, why what’s going on?” He set his mug down on his desk, but stayed standing up to prepare him for whatever Sam was about to drop on him. Knowing him it could be anything, he just hoped he hadn’t been arrested again at the very least.

“I know how you feel about social media, but you need to get on the ‘gram now”.

Jake sighed, what could possibly be on Instagram that Sam had to call him in the middle of the work day? He switched his phone to speaker though and pulled up the app anyways. “Alright, what am I looking for?”

“Josh’s story!”

Jake hadn’t heard from Josh since his trip started a few days ago, but he wasn’t surprised to see he was still posting online as he clicked the little bubble and the video started playing. First it was Josh’s partner, trying to get the frame set up until Josh walked into the picture. It looked like they were at a balcony restaurant on the beach, Josh completely unaware of the phone recording as his partner got down on one knee in front of him.

“Jake? Did you find it?” Sam asked after a minute of silence.

“Shut up yes I’m watching it right now” Jake replied, covering the smile on his face as he watched his twin get proposed to miles away.

He had no idea, but it wasn’t like everyone in Josh’s circle wasn’t expecting it for some time now. Josh and his partner had been together for years, and although they always seemed content with the life they’d quietly built together, Jake could tell Josh always secretly desired more. Seems like his partner had seen the same thing in him.

“Have you talked to him yet?” Jake finally spoke once the two on the screen hugged and kissed and the video ended.

“No, not yet I called you first”.

“Okay hold on I’m adding him”. Jake switched back to the call screen and hit the add line button, Josh’s contact being the only favorite in his phone.

They waited silently until he picked up.

“Hello brothers!” Josh cheerfully answered.

“Congratulations!” Sam beat Jake to the punch, encouragement filling his over-excited voice. “Have you made plans already? When’s the big date? Color scheme? Oh! Do you have an officiant in mind yet because I can go online and-”

Josh’s laugh cut Sam off, “we’ve been making plans, though I had no idea the proposal was coming so soon. Thinking next spring so we still have a lot of time”.

“We’re proud of you Josh. This is amazing” Jake added, knowing Josh was sure to already have everything planned out in his head and the biggest obstacle was going to be figuring out how to make his vision come to life.

“Yeah it’s about time Josh, don’t know what took you guys so long”.

Josh forced out another chuckle that died off quickly, he knew Sam didn’t mean anything by it. How could he know the fear and anxiety surrounding being out and open, let alone declaring that on paper to a government that barely even supported you? “Well, it’s a good thing we’ve already had one wedding in the family. Don’t know how I’m going to top yours Jake” Josh steered the conversation elsewhere, more at the benefit of himself and less at the comfort of his twin.

“Oh I’m sure you will come up with something” Jake matched Josh’s forced chuckle. He was beyond happy for him, but he couldn’t shake the gnawing in his gut as he remembered his own wedding day. How nervous he was, but Josh was right there by his side, his best man, holding his hand until he turned around and saw the most beautiful bride he’d ever laid eyes on. Now he’d have the opportunity to do the same.

It felt like such a distant memory, so much had changed in him between now and that lovestruck boy in the past. Marrying young hadn’t bothered him, but it had speedrolled his life. Wife, kid, house, job, it all came one after another and now here he was years later, alone. The sacrifices he’d made to be here, he’d make them again in a heartbeat, but he was slowly starting to realize how much he’d missed out on.

“Thanks for calling guys, but I’ve got a fiancé waiting for me in our room” Josh spoke again. “Wow, I really like the way that sounds, fiancé”.

“Go get em!” Sam hollered back.

They said their goodbyes and each hung up one by one. Jake stared at his phone screen, now blank and reflecting his face back to him in the black.

He knew how much this meant to Josh, it was something Jake had once taken for granted. If there was anything life had taught him it was that you couldn’t take things for granted. And if there was anything Josh had taught him it was that sometimes, despite your fear, you had to take matters into your own hands and fight for what makes you happy.

There was no real way of knowing how it would all turn out, but maybe a simple leap of faith is what Jake needed to feel happiness again, and when he pondered what the one thing was that might possibly make him happy the first thought he had was Danny.

Jake unlocked his phone again and opened the text thread he’d yet to delete, because he hadn’t the nerve to save the contact yet.

Hi

12:58PM

He didn’t expect to get anything back quickly, especially in the middle of the day, so he set his phone face down on his desk and tried to ignore it as he got to work. Within half an hour it was buzzing against the polished wood and Jake was snatching it up to check the notification.

Hi

1:25PM

Do what do I owe this pleasure?

1:26PM

I was just thinking about the other night

Wanted to apologize for our date being a bust

1:28PM

I don’t think it was

but I’m glad you were thinking about it

1:28PM

Jake smiled at his phone, he knew it was ludicrous to think Danny hadn’t reached out to him since then because he’d had a bad time. In all reality Danny had just been giving him the space he thought he needed, the space Jake had been drowning in.

I accept your apology though

Make it up to me? Dinner tonight?

1:29PM

Tonight? I’ll have to find a sitter

1:29PM

Bring Luna over here

Im watching Emma tonight

1:30PM

He thought for a moment, worried about being invited over to Danny’s sister’s house without her being there. Then he stopped himself, this was exactly the thinking that kept him from exploring this part of himself that was desperately trying to break free of the confines he’d created.

Ok. We will come over after homework

1:35PM

Great! See you then

1:36PM

“Daddy, how did you get so good at reading?” Luna asks as she traced the letters over her sight word while Jake finished sending off some last minute emails for the day.

“It takes a lot of practice darling” Jake replied, looking up from his phone with a gentle smile. “That’s why you have to do your homework”.

“But what if I don’t like reading?” She frowned, picking up another colored pencil and frustratedly scribbling on the page.

“Well, some people don’t” he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and crouched down at her tiny table. “Some people love reading though. You just have to find what you like to read”.

“What do you mean?” She was intrigued now, abandoning the homework now that she had his attention, which was almost done anyways.

“There’s all sorts of things to read out there. It’s called genres. There’s romance stories about love, scary stories about ghosts and monsters, nonfiction about history and science, but most fun of all there’s fantasy”.

“What is fantasy daddy?” Without even knowing she seemed excited, like the prospect of learning to read was suddenly more fun and interesting.

“Fantasy is anything you want it to be sweetheart. It’s princes and princesses, witches and wizards. When you’re reading you travel to other worlds, different times, anything is possible as long as you can imagine it with your mind”. He poked her forehead, causing her to giggle. “Now, are you ready?”

She perked up, having been kept in the dark about the plans Jake made earlier for tonight, otherwise there’s no way he would have gotten her to focus on the half of her homework she did do. “For what!”

“We’re going to eat dinner at Emma’s house. Is that okay with you?”

“Yay!” She jumped out of her chair, running back into her room to grab her shoes. When she returned she had a book with her, holding it up in question. “Can I bring this to Emma’s house? I want to practice reading with her”.

“Of course. Do you want me to carry it for you?”

“No, I got it” with her Dad’s approval she marched off towards the front door, ready to make the familiar trip to the house just a couple of blocks over.

When they reached the house, Jake collected himself as he stepped onto the porch. With one hand he held the book, having taken over carrying it not even halfway through the walk, the other coming up to knock hard enough those inside could hear.

After a few moments of waiting, Danny answered the door with Emma right at his side.

“Luna! Uncle Danny is making spaghetti!” She excitedly grabbed her friend's hand and tugged her inside, the two adults chuckling at their enthusiasm.

“Do you like spaghetti?” Danny asked as he stepped aside and let Jake in. Jake nodded, suddenly feeling insecure about being here again. He’d been over at this house more than a dozen times, had plenty of dinners and parties and barbecues, but this was the only time he’d ever been over without Emma’s parents here. It was also the first time, besides the two children that ran circles around their feet in the kitchen until they were being sat at the dinner table, he’d be alone with Danny since the chance encounter at the auto shop.

“This is our mom’s recipe” Danny mentioned once they were all sitting down and enjoying the dinner he’d made. “Don’t really know how to make much else”.

“It’s delicious” Jake replied, using the napkin to wipe his mouth after one embarrassing large bite. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he smelled the tomato based sauce simmering on the stove. “I didn’t really know how to cook either. But you know once you’re a hot single dad you kind of have to figure that stuff out”.

Danny nearly choked on a noodle, not expecting Jake to unexpectedly turn his previous words back on him like that, especially not around the kids who were in their own little world at the other end of the table. “I like cooking now. Gives me a way to be creative again”.

“Is Luna not picky?” Danny pretended like he was unphased and continued the conversation. “Emma is the pickiest eater. I’m surprised she’s even eating this right now”.

“I think it’s because you made it. She’s infatuated with you, talks about Uncle Danny every time I see her”.

Danny swallowed hard again, he didn’t know he was so popular. “I hope she didn’t say anything about me falling out of the tree last week”.

Jake chuckled, what was his tall ass doing in a tree? “No, she didn’t, but I kind of want to see this tree now”.

“You can after dinner. It’s in the backyard”.

They smiled at each other as they worked towards finishing their meal, listening as the girls shared the best part of school today.

“Alright, who wants popsicles?” Danny asked, raising his eyebrows at Jake like he’d even be able to tell his daughter no after they’d already been offered. Jake nodded and Danny let them pick the flavor they wanted before he led them outside into the grass so they wouldn’t have to clean up colorful sticky drops all over the house.

“Alright, come on I have something else I want to show you” Danny grabbed Jake’s hand and tugged him away from the tree he’d fallen out of while trying to hang a swing for Emma. Jake glanced back, making sure the girls were still playing in the small plastic house tucked in the corner of the large yard, then back ahead to see where Danny was leading them.

“Been working on this for a while now, thing was in pieces when I got it”. Danny opened the doors to the shed and inside was a motorcycle sitting on a stand, halfway between looking old and rusted and glossy new black.

“Umm, it’s still in pieces” Jake chuckled as he stepped further inside to get a better look.

“Is not!” Danny corrected him, “I just have the body panels off the frame so I can refinish them. Should be done by the end of the week”.

“Is that so?” Jake ran his fingers against the metal frame, imagining how it must vibrate when the two wheeled vehicle roared to life.

“You’ve ridden before?”

“What? No” Jake pulled his hand away shyly, looking back over to Danny who watched him closely.

“Well, maybe this weekend I can give you a ride?”

Jake’s eyes grew wide, a nervous smile spreading in an attempt to hide his apprehension. “Oh I don’t think so. Who knows what my neighbors would think if they saw me taking off on the back of a motorcycle with some guy…”

He trailed off as Danny approached him with a purposeful look in his eye. Taking Jake’s hand into his again, he brought it to his lips to softly kiss at his knuckles. “What does it matter what they think? And you wouldn’t be on the back of a motorcycle with some guy, it’d be me”.

Jake opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. He wanted to joke around, say something like well that’s comforting but the truth was the idea of being pressed up against Danny’s back like that made his mind spin, and watching Danny’s lips brush against the back of his hand was not helping his train of thought.

“Ok, so no ride. I still want to see you this weekend”. Danny noticed the way Jake’s focus shifted to his mouth and he swore he could even see Jake’s tongue dart out to wet his own lips. “Really I want to see you all the time, but I can be patient”.

Jake sucked in a shuddering breath, his heart speeding as he processed the words coming from this ruggedly handsome, yet ever so gentle man before him. “Yeah, I’d like that. This weekend?”

“Jake?” Danny’s brows furrowed, making the beating in Jake’s chest palpitate. “Can I kiss you?”

Frozen in place, Jake waited on baited breath as Danny let one hand go and slid his fingers against his neck, weaving them into the tresses of hair at the back of Jake’s head so tightly it pulled at the scalp, but that only caused Jake to tilt his head back and let his eyes flutter closed.

Breath came first as Danny moved to close the gap between them, but before their lips could connect a cry came from the backyard. They both snapped to attention, running over to where the girls had been playing and seeing Luna had fallen and skid her knee.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked as he helped her up.

“Yeah” she sniffled, wiping her tears from her cheeks as she got over the initial shock of the injury.

Emma clung onto Danny’s leg, scared that she may have hurt her friend since she was pushing her in the swing.

“Come on, why don’t we show Luna where our band aids are?” Danny bent at the waist and scooped up his niece, carrying her inside as Jake followed with his little one.

“Oh I can do that” Jake tried to squeeze himself into the small bathroom that was filled with small human sized towels and a mermaid shower curtain. Danny set Emma down on the stool used to reach the sink and called Luna over to sit on the toilet as he pulled out a box of unicorn bandaids.

“Do you like unicorns?” Danny asked, Luna being shy and still a little upset, but she looked at the images on the box and nodded her head. “Ok, first we have to clean this up then we can put one of these on, okay?”

He had Emma help him wet a wash cloth from the cupboard and he gently dabbed the small amount of blood off before applying a thin layer of antibacterial ointment.

“Do you want to tell Luna you’re sorry and help her with the bandaid?”

Jake watched the entire time from the doorway, impressed with how easily Danny managed to console them both. “I’m sorry Luna” Emma apologized and Danny helped her peel off the backing of the adhesive before she easily stuck it to the hurt knee.

“It’s okay, it was an accident. I wanted to jump off the swing anyways” Luna finally smiled again, hopping off the toilet without any issues.

“Alright, are you ready to head home? I think it’s about time we got ready for bed” Jake asked as he took her hand again and started to lead her towards the front door.

“Wait, I left my book!” Emma exclaimed, turning around in his grip to run off towards the dining room.

“I’m sorry” Danny spoke quickly while he still had a moment with Jake. “I was distracting you and Luna got hurt”. He looked genuinely upset, but Jake wasn’t bothered by it at all.

With all the courage he had in his body, Jake placed a hand against Danny’s upper arm and leaned over to press a quick kiss to the corner of Danny’s mouth. Before Danny could even register what was happening Jake was stepping away and Luna was returning. “It’s okay, kids get hurt. She’s fine though, right princess?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” she assured them both, waving goodbye to Emma who had just re-emerged from the bathroom.

“I’ll see you later then?”

Danny felt like pulling Jake back against him, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders and kissing him to pieces, but he held himself back. Maybe when they did see each other again he could manage to get him alone once more, and he could satisfy a bit of that craving. “Can’t wait”.

Jake was feeling just as tired as any other Monday when they got back home and Luna bathed and settled in bed. After a quick shower himself he laid down underneath his own covers, trying to go to sleep despite the rushing thoughts he had in his mind.

He kissed Danny. Well not really, more like pecked him on the cheek just a little closer to his mouth than a regular friend would. With his eyes closed he played over the scene in the shed over and over in his head, each time imagining in a different way how Danny would have kissed him.

Would he have delicately graced his lips across his the same way he tenderly held his hand? Or would he have vigorously taken command of them the way he gripped him by the hair?

It started to grow unbearably hot underneath in his sheets as Jake couldn’t rid himself of the fantasy of Danny kissing him until he frustratedly threw the covers off and reached his hand down and slipped his finger beneath his waistband. Once he took himself in his grip he stroked a few times before realizing how turned on he actually was. Using his other hand he tugged his sleeping pants down past his fist so he could get a better angle and speed, closing his eyes again as he panted softly.

When was the last time he’d touched himself like this? Couldn’t have been that long ago, but as the desperation grew with each haphazard flick of his wrist he knew something was different this time. He wasn’t just touching himself, but he was imagining he was reaching the edge at the hands of someone else.

Stuck in his fantasy, Jake brought his free hand up to his head, raking his fingers through his hair at the crown and tightened both his grips. He stifled a moan as he came, letting his hand come to rest on his heaving chest. He’d need to process that at some point, but it certainly wasn’t going to be tonight as he padded off into his bathroom to quickly clean himself up then tucked himself back into bed, finally able to sleep.

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Green Room Debut

A fun/funny commission for @sarakay-gvf, thank you so much for the super cute prompt!! 

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UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex  word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :) 

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth. 

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door. 

“The boys here?” 

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,” 

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom. 

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door. 

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine. 

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too. 

“Just the coffee girl here,” 

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup. 

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?” 

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too. 

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves. 

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too. 

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,” 

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning. 

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?” 

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now. 

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,” 

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?” 

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you. 

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?” 

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page. 

     Can you light my love?      Flames glowing bright as the sun      Deeper than oceans you run      Watch as our world has begun 

     Your mind is a stream of colors      Extending beyond our sky      A land of infinite wonders      A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes. 

It was a love song. 

“Josh-” 

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,” 

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle. 

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined. 

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-” 

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened. 

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.�� 

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm. 

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed. 

It would be fun. Right? 

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.” 

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both. 

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall. 

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again. 

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips. 

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks. 

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there. 

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him. 

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house. 

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended. 

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place. 

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together. 

It was a form of love in itself. 

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased. 

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.