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jordie-gvf · 15 days

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A Starved Man

DANNY WAGNER X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Sorry for being a bit MIA, I’ve been sooo busy. But I have NOT been able to get this man out of my head. This is so short and not my best work, but I promise I will be back full speed very soon!

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content! MUSTACHE DANNY!! language, face riding, overstimulation, oral (f rec), a bit of a pain kink, some praise, some dom & sub if you squint. Heavily unedited!

Word Count: 1.5k (so short)

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It’s been a month since you’d last seen Danny. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t beyond excited for his arrival tonight. You planned a nice dinner in your apartment, cooking his favorite meal before slipping into a short blue dress.

He loved the fabric on you. He always recommended it when you asked what to wear on days the two of you would go out. You loved the dress put it was on the shorter side so you had to be extra careful when wearing it.

You clip a dainty silver necklace around your neck. The thin metal is cool on your skin and you brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you admire it. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes drag across a Polaroid picture of you and Danny a few days before he left for tour.

Biting your lip, you have a hard time believing he’s yours. Never in your life have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as he. His looks are a plus considering how he treats you.

A knock on your door forces you away from the picture. You’re hardly able to contain yourself as you skip to open the door. You twist the handle and tug it open only to be met with a stronger force keeping it in place.

“What? Danny?” You question, standing on your tippy toes to look through the peak hole.

“It’s me. Just wait a second,” he says.

“Quit being mean! I’ve missed you. I want to see you,” You give the door another tug.

“I have a surprise but I need you to close your eyes,” he tells you.

“Danny-”

“Nope. Close your eyes, love.”

You sigh and take a step away from the door. “They’re closed.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise. Now get your ass in here before I lock you out.”

Danny laughs and closes the door behind him. It takes every ounce of strength in your body not to open your eyes and throw yourself into his arms. Remembering your promise, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

You hear Danny suck in a deep breath, the kind that makes your knees give out. Your jaw falls slack when he places his hands on either sides of your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles over the material of your dress.

“You look so gorgeous in my dress,” he says, messing with the hem of the dress.

“Can I open my eyes?” Your voice shakes as you ask.

“Be patient,”

You groan but don’t object. Danny’s hands trail up your inner thigh making you wrap your arm around his bicep. You can hear the smirk on his lips as he lets out a taunting giggle. His fingers trail over your panties making you let out a pathetic uncontrolled whine. Biting down on your lip you squeeze his arm a little tighter.

“Oh God,” you whine as his finger brushes across your heat. “Daniel, please kiss me.”

“Someone’s excited to see me,”

“I’m serious. Stop teasing. I’ve missed you so much,”

With one hand gently circling your clothes clit, the other cups your cheek. His thumb rubs your skin as his warm breath coats your face. Finally, he breaks the distance. His wet lips meet yours, a satisfied noise leaving your mouth. Your hand wraps around his neck, tugging him into your face. When his face is fully pressed into yours, a slightly rough texture scratches just above your lips.

You tear away from him but keep your arms locked around his neck. Your eyes—now opened— stare in utter shock at the man before you.

Usually when he was on tour, the two of you FaceTime regularly. It just clicked in your mind that you hadn’t FaceTimed since you last saw him. You’d asked a few times but he always turned it down, saying he was busy or he was exhausted.

Now, you stare, mouth agape as you scan the lower half of his face. He smirks, allowing you to make up your own mind about his new look.

“Do you like it?” He asks after a moment.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you shake your head. “Fuck, it’s so hot.”

“Oh yeah?” He gawks as you run your fingers across the hair.

“Is this why you didn’t FaceTime me?”

“Yeah. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You raise your eyebrows and lick your lips. “Well I’m very surprised,”

“A good surprised?” He tilts his head.

You don’t give him an answer. Instead, you grab his hand and direct it under your dress. He takes the hint and cups your pussy. You groan at the slight contact he makes with your clit.

“You’re soaked,” he whispers. “That’s so hot. What do you want, darling?”

His fingers move the material to the side. His finger drags through your folds, gathering the slick on the tip of his finger.

“I want to fuck your face,” you admit, eyes locked on the mustache.

Within seconds he has you pinned against the wall. His lips crash into yours, teeth clashing against each other. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands explore your body, pinching and tugging at your skin. Your dress is hiked up to your waist, leaving you almost bare. He pulls away from the kiss, dropping to his knees and dragging your panties along with him.

You step out of the material and watch him toss it to the side. He kisses up your legs, nipping and biting at your flesh as you whine in pleasure. His fingers knead your skin as he nears your heat. Using one of his hands, he forces your legs open. His big brown eyes stare up at you, twinkling as he watches you bite down on your lip.

He tosses your leg over his back before he licks a stripe up your center. Before he continues, you tug him away by his hair.

“Isn’t there a more comfortable place to do this?” You ask.

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m a starved man,”

With his explanation, he dives into you. Your fingers immediately dig into his scalp as his tongue flicks across your clit. Your back arches away from the wall, a screech leaving your mouth. Danny’s hand grips the inside of the leg draped across his back. His fingertips dig into the fat of it, guaranteeing small raspberry-like blueberries to be left in its place.

He eats you out like he’s never eaten before; like he was put on this earth to make you cum on his tongue. You claw at the wall behind you, bucking your hips across his mouth. The slightly rough feeling of his mustache adds to your pleasure and you feel the pit growing in your stomach with every move it makes.

“Just like that, baby. Oh God,” you whine, hips rolling into his face.

He pulls away for a second to speak. “Ride it, baby. Ride my mustache, pretty girl,”

Your knees shake at his words so he uses his free hand to help support you. It sits on your ass and he squeezes it hard enough to make you yelp. You’re grinding into him, whimpering as you watch him suck your clit. Your hand plays with your painfully hard nipple as you try to fight off the orgasm that’s headed full speed towards you.

With one roll of your hips, the hair of his mustache scratches across your clit. The rough sensation sends you flying over the edge in a pile of cries. Your legs shake viciously under you as you work through your orgasm.

He works you through it and once you’ve come back to earth, you begin to pull yourself off his face. You squeal when his hands grip onto your waist and drag you back onto his mouth. Immediately, his lips tug your clit back into his mouth. He sucks on your sensitive bead as you try to pull yourself away again.

“Danny— I can’t!” You cry.

“I want it again,” he tells you. “I want you to cum on my face again. You can do it. Be a good girl,”

With that he returns to your core. He licks and sucks, mimicking the moves that make you jump. Tears stream down the sides of your face as the fire in your stomach nears explosion.

You’re crying his name as you cum again, panting as you ride out your orgasm. Your heart beats ferociously in your chest and your knuckles, buried in Danny’s black curls, are white. He keeps working you through your orgasm until you’ve entirely collapsed onto his face.

With a heave, he pulls away and gently coaxes you to the floor. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Danny sits in front of you and runs his hand across your sweaty face. He clears the skin of hair and as you open your eyes, you find his entire jaw coated in your arousal.

Once he sees you’re watching—because he’s cocky like that—he flattens his tongue and swirls it around, gathering your cum. The hair on his upper lip sticks to his face but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Did you like that?” He teases.

“Never shave,” you pant and grip his hands.

“If having a mustache means I get to have you ride my face like that, I’m never touching a razor again,”

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jordie-gvf · 15 days

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everyone say thank you emily!

Working on a preference for how vocal they are in bed/dirty talk. Because you’re worth it.

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jordie-gvf · 19 days

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danny blurb #9 (i think)

warnings : severe public pda, dingy bar, cursing, mentions of oral f rec, i think thats it, please let me know if i missed any!

word count : 327

Whenever Danny got extremely plastered, he got very lovey. He would lift your thighs up onto his and rub small circles. He would leave small pecks on your arms as you lightly sipped your drink.

Which led to this moment. You're on Danny's lap, ferociously making out, in a booth at some dingy bar. He was rubbing up and down your thighs, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“Jesus Christ, are you two ever not attached at the lips?” said Sam, with his Hunter S. Thompson glasses pulled down, peering at the two lovers.

Danny jokingly flipped him off before Jake said, “Relax Sam, they haven't seen each other for two days, what ever will they do?”

You pulled away from Danny to respond to the two brothers, but before you could speak, he moved your chin back towards his face, as if he was saying, “you're not allowed to move until I say so.”

Diana and Josh walked back over with the fifth round of tequila shots. As soon as Josh put them on the table, Danny removed his hands from your body and quickly grabbed two, pulling away from you to drink both back to back. Instead of returning his lips to yours, he peppered kisses down your neck before bringing his hands around to the front of you, resting one on your thigh and one against your breast, gently rubbing.

“Are you two gonna fuck like right here? Should we clear the table for you?” Diana remarked, lightly hitting you on the shoulder. “I don't know, should we, babe?” your lover said, detaching his lips to your warm neck.

Danny started shooing Diana out of the booth, quickly moving the both of you to the edge of the table.

“Oh God, do you think he's gonna eat her out right here?”

“I heard that, Sammy! No, we're going home, where I will be eating her out on the kitchen table, goodnight.”

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jordie-gvf · 19 days

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i just looked at my fic ideas list and got very inspired, cooking something up for you tonight, maybe a few small blurbs!

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jordie-gvf · 20 days

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one of my favorites of all time

Standby- S.F.K

Note: Samuel Sunday? is that a thing? It is now.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

warnings: cursing, Sam being barefoot

Sam knew you probably hated the invites. You had told him over and over that you never wanted a big wedding, you wanted something small. You had agreed with your mom to not just go to the courthouse, but would at least do something a little bigger. Sam ran his fingers over the pale pink paper that was decorated with flowers and had your name and your fiancé’s name written in gold cursive letters. He knew you were somewhere screaming and pulling your hair out.

‘PLEASE JOIN US FOR THE CEREMONY OF MATRIMONY OF Y/N M/N AND PETER GRANT SORENSON’

“Yeah, I just got it,” Sam said to Josh over the phone. The older twin immediately called his younger brother after opening the letter in the mail, “I looked up the address, it’s a church. She always said she wouldn’t get married in a church, she was worried it would burn down around her,”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Josh said, “She must be a different person now, when was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know 2-3 years ago. Danny said she asked Mack to be her maid of honor,”

“Did you expect anything less?”

Sam shrugged knowing his brother couldn’t see him, “I don’t think I’m gonna go,”

“You can’t do that!”

“Why would I go? To submit myself to torture of watching her marry someone else? Watching someone else give her the life I couldn’t give her?” Sam said angrily, the images of their last fight filled his mind. He looked over to the front door from his kitchen, the replay of you walking out the door, with your bags packed and tears in your eyes was forever burned into his mind.

“You pushed her away, Samuel. You can only blame yourself for that,” Josh scolded and Sam sighed.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Sam mumbled.

“Well do the true right thing, and go to the wedding, for her. It’ll make her happy to see you there,” Josh said and Sam told him he’d think about it.

Sam sat down on his couch and closed his eyes. Ever since that fateful day he let you go, he couldn’t fathom thinking about you with someone else. He knew though, he knew you had met someone else, a man named Peter, who was a banker. You looked happy in the pictures you posted on your instagram and Facebook, but Sam knew the truth. You really weren’t happy, you were settling. Your heart still ached anytime you saw a picture of Sam, anytime you heard that song he wrote for you, tears filled your eyes. Sam had begged Josh not to put the song on the album, but Josh said it was perfect, it was art, that needed to be shared. ‘Light My Love’ was one of the most popular songs on the album, and every time Sam had to play it, he fought back tears.

Sam pushed himself off of his spot and walked to his room. He pulled down the box that sat on the top shelf of his closet and opened the lid. Pictures, concert tickets, notes, mixed cds, random t-shirts and post cards were all packed away in the box. Sam dug to the bottom of the box, and pulled out the tiny light blue ring box and opened it. The pear shaped diamond ring glared up at him in mockery.

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“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked him, as you were both relaxing in the bathtub. Sam had a stressful day at the studio, and just wanted to relax. You had made him something to eat and drawn a bath.

“Of course,” Sam said, kissing your bare shoulder, “I think about it a lot, what I’m doing next week, or next month, or even next year,”

“Do you ever think of our future?” You asked softly.

“I-I uh, yeah sometimes. But I like were we are,” Sam said and you frowned slightly. You had been with Sam since freshman year of high school, right by his side through it all. From the first shows as Greta Van Fleet, to playing sold out concert arenas. You loved Sam, you really did, but you were hoping for more, you wanted more.

“I think about getting married,” You said and sighed into Sam, “Something small, probably in my parents backyard on a beautiful summer night. I want that perfect day, where you just wake up and saw, ‘let’s get married’, nothing too crazy. I told my mom I won’t just go to the courthouse.”

“Yeah,” Was all Sam could say.

“What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, “You don’t. . . you don’t see that?”

“It’s not that I don’t see it, it’s that I don’t want it.”

“Oh,” Was all you could say. You nodded and then pushed yourself up from Sam’s embrace.

“Wait, Y/N,” Sam said reaching out to you as your grabbed your towel.

“The water is getting cold,” You said and dried yourself off, before heading into the bathroom.

Sam cursed himself and got out of the bathtub, grabbing his towel and following you. You at on the bed and looked at Sam with tears in your eyes. You had this sinking feeling for a while. Like things were bound to break between you. You loved Sam, you really did, and every day it felt like you were falling more in love with him. He always did something new to make you fall in love. Whether it was playing you a new song on the piano, or bringing you home your favorite flowers, to sending you postcards from where ever he was at in the world. But lately, all that had seemed to stop. You had slowly wondered if maybe, just maybe, Sam wasn’t in love with you anymore.

“Y/N. . .” Sam said your name softly.

“When did you fall out of love?”

“What-“

“Sam, please,” You asked him, tears now running down your face.

“I love you, Y/N, I really do. But I- My career is just starting to take off. Greta is really becoming something. I don’t want to be holding you back from everything that you want.”

“You don’t want to hold me back, or you don’t want me holding YOU back?”

Sam sighed and looked down at his feet. Truth was, he didn’t want to hold you back. He could see the small changes in you. You had decided to change your major from education to business, something that you insisted was what you wanted. He noticed that your grades had slipped, your gpa the lowest it had ever been. You had spent more time at the studio, next to him, then hanging out with your friends. Sam didn’t want to hurt you, but he wanted you to follow your dreams, even if that meant having to break his and your heart. Sam took a deep breath and grabbed your hands.

“I’m breaking up with you,” He said and bit the bullet. You closed your eyes and Sam was fighting the urge to wipe the tears from your eyes. A sob left your pink lips and you pulled your hands from his, “I’m sorry-“

“Just shut up, Sam,” You said and pushed yourself up from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and slammed it shut, locking the door behind you. You gripped the sides of the sink and sobbed. Sam listened on the other side of the door as you threw everything off the counter, and could hear the breaking of the mirror as you threw a hairbrush at it. Sam changed into his pajamas and then set some out for you. He wrote a note that he was going to stay at Josh’s for the night.

The next morning you woke up to a cold bed and a pounding headache. You looked around the empty room and sighed. You began with the closet, dumping all your clothes into your suitcase, leaving behind the stuff that Sam had either bought you or gifted you. You packed away all your underwear, socks, and makeup. The apartment slowly becoming bare as you packed your little trinkets and decorations away. You had hoped to get most of it done before Sam came back, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Where are you going?” Sam asked, walking into the apartment and seeing your bags by the front door.

“My sister’s house,” You said and Sam looked at you confused. This was the first time you had mentioned a sister, and he had been dating you for over 5 years, “You don’t know her, she’s a half sister,”

“Okay. . . this is really it?”

“Yeah,” You said softly as you looked down at the item in your hand, a picture from your first date, taken when you were both 13. Your parents wouldn’t let you go alone, so Jake and his girlfriend at the time had to tag along. The girl took the picture and Sam gave it to you as a gift on your first anniversary, “Here,” You handed Sam the picture.

“No, no, keep it.”

“I can’t,” You said, your voice breaking. You placed your hand on Sam’s cheek, and kissed his lips softly, one last time, “Goodbye, Sam. Be good to yourself, okay?”

“I will, Y/N. I love you,”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, as you grabbed your bags and walked out the front door. Sam bit his lip as he watched you walk out the door and out of his life.

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You looked half dead, as you sat in the makeup chair, bright and early on your wedding day. You had tried to go to sleep, but you tossed and turned the whole night. You had thought about running away, getting your car and driving off to god know’s where, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you took some melatonin and slept for about 4 hours, until Mackenzi bursted through your door with her unusually high amount of energy. You were just happy she brought you red bull and donuts.

“You look like shit?” Mackenzi said, as she poured you a mimosa.

“I feel like it,” As you reached our hand out for the glass.

“Oh my god,” She said and pulled the glass back, “Are you pregnant?!”

“No!” You yelled, “Give me the damn drink,”

“Fiesty,” She laughed and handed you the glass, “I steamed your dress, it’s hanging up in the bathroom,”

“Thank you,” You answered, “The boys?”

“I talked to Peter’s brother, Steven, he said they are up and moving. But, if you were wondering Danny said that they are ALL on their way,”

“He’s coming?”

Mackenzi gave you a small smile and nodded, before going over to were the rest of your bridesmaids were. You looked up at your makeup artist and smiled as she placed false eyelashes on your eyes. You had tried to keep yourself from shaking with anxiety over seeing Sam, but you couldn’t help it. You had brushed it off as wedding day jitters. For the rest of the morning you and your bridesmaids drank and ate a light breakfast that your parents had provided. You had a photographer taking pictures of you guys as you got ready. The bridesmaid dresses you had picked were an emerald green, and you let them pick their own design. You sucked in a breath, as Mackenzi zipped the back of your dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror, and could hardly recognize the person in the mirror. The dress you and Peter had picked out as a classic style dress, with a deep v-cut, lace sleeves that went down to your wrists, and an open back. Peter said you looked like Princess Kate, but you felt more like Princess Di.

“Absolutely breath taking,” Mackenzi said and You smiled, trying to make yourself feel better, “They want a first look. You okay with that?”

“I mean, Peter picked the dress out, so why not,”

Mackenzi smiled and walked out of the bedroom. You blinked and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. You took a deep breath and then headed out of the bathroom. You looked up from your shoes to be shocked by the 3 men standing in front of you, one noticeably missing.

“Well god damn, Y/N, you CAN clean up nicely,” Jake said and You laughed, and walked over and hugged him.

“Like our very own princess,” Josh said.

“Thank you,” You said looking at all of them. You could feel a certain pair of brown eyes burning into you, “I can’t believe you guys actually came!”

“Well, my girlfriend is your maid of honor,” Danny said, putting his arm around Mackenzie’s waist.

“She’s the best maid of honor I could ask for,” You smiled at her.

“Speaking of which, we gotta get going. Can’t be late for your own wedding,” Mackenzi said and your face faltered.

“Yeah,” You said hoping none of them noticed the change in your demeanor, of course the oldest twin did.

“Alright, let’s get going okay,” Mackenzi said and the boys nodded, following her out of the room, all except Josh who hung back a second.

“You look amazing,” Josh said, “He would be here, but he just couldn’t see you quite yet.”

“Thank you, Josh,” You said honestly. He kissed your cheek and then left your room.

“You ready?” Mackenzi asked, coming back in the room. You nodded and grabbed the champagne bottle that was next to you. Mackenzi watched with wide eyes as you downed the rest of the bottle, “Liquid courage?”

“If I do something dumb, you promise to support me?”

Mackenzi squinted her eyes at you, “Depends on what dumb thing you’re thinking about doing.”

“We’ll have to see,”

The church was decorated beautifully, white roses and emerald green flowers were mixed in and decorated the altar. Sam sat next to his brothers and best friend, trying to sit calm and making comments to Danny as your fiancé walked his family down the aisle. Danny had to nudge Sam to shut him up from talking to loud. Your mom and brother smiled at Sam as your fiancé walked them to their spot. Your brother even stopped to hug Sam, making your fiancé turn red. Sam’s heart started beating harder as your bridesmaids and the groomsmen started making their way down the aisle.

“What if I stop the wedding?” Sam asked Danny.

“Don’t even think about it Samuel,” Josh said hearing his little brother.

“You saw how unhappy she is!” Sam whispered yelled.

“She’s nervous, it’s her damn wedding day!” Josh whispered yelled back.

“Stop, Mackenzi is walking down,” Danny said noticing his girlfriend walking down with your fiancés brother. Mackenzi winked at the boys, as she took her spot right next to wear you would stand at the alter. Sam’s heart fell to his ass as he heard that oh so familiar wedding march and everyone stand up, to look to the back of the church. The doors opened Sam’s breath caught in his throat. You were breathtaking, the dress hugging your body perfect. Sam couldn’t help but wish that was for him. Your eyes were locked on Peter, as tears left his eyes. You had tried to dig down deep in your heart and remember why you were going to marry him, but everything was drawing up a blank. The aisle felt like it was miles long, and you hated everyones eyes on you. When you got to the end of the aisle, Peter stepped down to take you from your father.

“Who gives this woman, to this man?” The priest asked.

“Her mother, and I,” You dad said. He turned to you and hugged you, “Sam is here,” You went to move your head to look for him but your dad kept you from moving, “Make the right choice,” You nodded and kissed his cheek before pulling back and stepping up on the altar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you maybe be seated,” The priest said and You handed Mackenzi your bouquet, your eyes searching the crowd of people, and finally landing on those familiar brown eyes, “Welcome, we are gathered here today to witness the symbolic ceremony of love between these two young people, Y/N M/N L/N and Peter Grant Sorenson. Is there anybody who believe that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,”

Y/N closed her eyes and waited for someone to say something. Sam was about to stand, before Jake grabbed his arm and held him down. He looked at his brother with wide eyes, but the boy just shook his head and pointed towards you. Sam looked at you and locked eyes with him, as the priest was reading some passage about marriage and what it means in the Bible. Sam could read it in your eyes, you were really going through with this. Sam saw his window of opportunity finally close and the stages of grief started settling in his chest. He leaned back against the pew and tried to keep from crying.

“Peter, do you take Y/N, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at her side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish her always until the moment of your last breath?”

“I do,” Peter said giving your hand a squeeze.

“Y/N,” The priest said, basically startling you, “Do you take Peter, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at his side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and death, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish him always until the moment of your last breath?”

You looked at the priest and then at Peter, “I. . . No,”

“What?” Peter asked, “No?”

“No,” You said, retracting your hands and looked at him, “I’m sorry, I can’t. . . I can’t marry you,”

“Have you been drinking?” Peter sneered, “The hell are you talking about,”

“Sam,” You said and then turned to face the brown haired boy, who’s jaw was wide open, “I never wanted to get married in a church,”

Sam smiled and stood up, “I know. You want to go get chik-fil-a and watch a movie in the backyard?”

“Yes please,” You said. Mackenzi smiled as she handed you your bouquet and watched you run down the altar steps towards the stairs. Sam grabbed your hand and the church erupted in chaos as you ran out of the church. Mackenzi ran down the steps towards Danny, as the twins ran interference on Peter, to stop him from running after you.

“The hell did you say to her!?” Your mom asked your father, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“I just told her to make the right choice,” Your dad said smugly, “Never liked Paul anyway.”

“It’s Peter!”

You and Sam were bursting with laughter as you sprinted to his car. Sam had helped gather your dress in the car, before shutting the door carefully and jumping into the drivers seat. Neither of you guys said anything as you drove away from the church and to the nearest chik-fil-a. You were surprised that he remembered your order and handed you the peach milkshake he ordered you. You guys didn’t saw a word until you arrived at his house. Sam put the car in park and you looked outside at the rain falling.

“I ran away,” You said eyes wide, “I just pulled an April Kepner,”

“A who?”

“Your Jackson, and I’m April, and I just left Matthew at the fucking altar!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry,”

“I’m not!” You smiled and Sam looked at you. You looked out at the rain falling softly on the windshield, “Dance with me,”

Sam nodded and you both got out of the car. Sam turned up the car radio, the sweet sound of Aretha Franklins ‘Natural Woman’ filled your ear drums. Sam grabbed you softly and pulled you into him as he swayed you around the driveway. You laughed as he was dancing off beat, and stepping on your toes. You guys lost track of time, your food had gone cold, and you were both soaked, your dress was ruined.

“Your dress,” Sam said, looking at the dirty train, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay,”

“No, don’t worry about it,” You said and placed your hands on Sam’s face.

Sam’s rough hands careful gripped the side of your face and pulled his lips against yours. For the first time in nearly 2 years, you were feeling his lips on yours again. You pulled him against you, wanting him to never let you go. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. You two didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to . It was clear, you had made the right choice.

“Marry me,” Sam said and you looked up at him. He reached into his wet suit jacket and pulled out the blue box, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I had this stashed away for the perfect moment but I just got scared. I didn’t want you to put your dreams on the back burner for me, so I let you go.”

“Sam, you dumbass,” You said, “You are my dream.”

“You’re mine too, I can’t believe I almost lost you to Patrick-“

“Peter,”

“Whatever his name is. But marry me, please?” Sam asked getting down on one knee. You smiled and tackled him to the ground. He landed with a thud and laughed as he kissed you passionately. You pulled back and slid the ring that was already on your finger, and replaced it with the one Sam had for you, “Looks better,”

“Much better,” You said kissing him again.

3 weeks later, you woke up one morning to a cold bed, but the covers messed up. You looked out the window, seeing the sun shining and making everything glow warmly. You stretched and headed down to your kitchen, where Sam was already making dinner. You greeted him with a kiss and sat down at the table to eat the vegan pancakes he had made.

“We should get married today,” Sam suggested, “Josh got ordained online a couple months ago and has been itching to use it.”

“My dad’s got a new dinner recipe he wants to try. You got him hooked on a vegan diet.” You said sipping your orange juice.

“Then it’s settled,” Sam smiled, “Let’s get married today,”

And that’s exactly what you two did. You sent out the text message for everyone to be at your house by 6 for your wedding. Nobody questioned It, knowing this was exactly what you and Sam wanted. Everyone gathered in your back yard, dressed causally for a summer backyard wedding. Sam stood barefoot in the grass as he waited for you to walk out of the house, in a simple white maxi sun dress. Josh was living for this moment to be the official of a wedding, and what better than to be one at his baby brother’s wedding.

“Now, we can actually do this right this time,” Josh said winking at you.

“Sam, do you take Y/N-“

“Yes,” Sam said interrupting his brother.

“I have to say the speech, Samuel,” Josh scolded and everyone chuckled, “Y/N, do you take Sam-“

“I do!” You answered doing the same.

“You guys are so impatient,” Josh smiled, “Well, by the power vested in me by some officiating website and the state of Michigan, I know pronounce you husband and wife. Sam, you may now kiss your bride,”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,”

You giggled as Sam smashed his lips against yours. Cheers were let out from your family as he dipped you and sealed the deal with a kiss. He set you back on your two feet and grabbed your hand, walking you down the make shift aisle, finally as husband and wife.

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jordie-gvf · 21 days

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never remembered posting this but here we are

his girl, danny wagner

pic creds to @gretavanfilm on instagram from an anonymous submission!

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : extremely unedited i wrote this all on my phone, mentions of underage drinking (reader is twenty), pregnancy, angst, fluff, assumptions of cheating, definitely grammar mistakes, arguing, i think that is it!

when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to think. you were 20, dating a 24 year old who was on tour with his brothers. you didn’t know how you were going to tell danny, or if you were even going to tell him at all.

danny was coming home for a few weeks before starting a new leg of tour. you had been preparing yourself to tell him, not sure how to do so.

last night, he had come home and you made him his favorite dinner and helped him unpack his bag, so you never had a chance to sit with him.

the next morning, you were woken up to the sound of commotion coming from downstairs. you quickly sat up and felt around for danny, feeling nothing but cold sheets.

you assumed it had been him downstairs but upon your arrival to the living room, there sat josh, jake, and sam on your couch.

you weren’t expecting guests, but thank god you were fully clothed. danny was in the kitchen, whipping up some breakfast for everyone.

you walked into the kitchen to greet your beautiful boy, but he was surprised to see you awake.

“oh, i only made enough for the four of us. i didn’t know you would be awake.”

your stomach sank at his words, at least expecting him to make you enough. you shrugged it off and said,

“i’ll get something on the way to mollie’s. don’t worry about it.”

he smiled at you and you went upstairs to get dressed. you walked into the closet and saw all his clothes put away. you changed into a magenta zip up hoodie and a pair of black leggings for ultimate comfortablity.

you put your socks and shoes on and went downstairs. when you went downstairs, you didn’t even bother saying bye to anyone, you just grabbed your keys and your purse and left.

you stopped at a small coffee shop and grabbed yourself something to eat. you had eventually ended up at mollie’s, eating your food and talking to your sister on the couch.

“so he came home, ate, unpacked, let his bros in while you were sleeping, and then he made them breakfast and didn’t make you any?” mollie questioned.

you shook your head no and wiped your mouth. mollie scoffed and said, “some boyfriend you have. does he know?”

“no. i helped him unpack and he was tired. i’m already starting to show, i’m surprised he didn’t notice last night.”

“girl, men have an absolutely zero attention span. how far along are you?”

“three months. he was gone for two and a half months. i was already pregnant when he left and i didn’t even know.”

she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “men.”

“it’s not his fault, mol. i haven’t told him yet!”

you heard your phone vibrating in your purse which was next to you on the couch. you checked your phone to see a few text messages and an incoming call from danny.

mollie gasped and said, “is it danny? put it on speaker!”

you picked it up and said, “hey, i’m at mollies right now, what’s up?”

“nothing, i just wanted to check in on you. i know you like to wander.”

you smiled at his words and he continued talking, “listen, the guys and i are going out. i probably won’t be home until after dinner. don’t wait up, okay?”

you frowned and started to get irritated, “oh. when is it going to be my turn to be with you?”

“y/n please don’t do this right now. i’ll see you later.”

he had hung up the phone before you could even say anything else.

you shoved your phone back into your purse and put your head in your hands, trying to hold tears.

“he was just on tour with them for two months. you’d think he’d be tired of them,” said mollie, trying to calm you down.

you looked back at your sister and said, “let’s do something. let’s go out, go to the zoo or something.”

she nodded and got up off the couch, grabbing her purse.

you and mollie drove to the zoo in your car and listened to music on the way there.

when you got to the zoo, which just so happened to be in close vicinity of where the studio was, you saw an ice cream stand. you grabbed mollies hand and walked over to the little stand to get an ice cream.

you and mollie ate your ice cream while you walked around the zoo. you finished the zoo tour and headed back to your car.

you drove mollie home and went back to your house. when you got home, you saw danny’s car and sams orange tesla in the driveway.

you walked inside to see danny laying on your living room floor and sam sitting on the couch, the two of them practicing.

“oh. hi sam, how’ve you been?”

“i’m good, y/n. how are you?”

“i’m doing all right! how’s bella and rosie?”

“bella misses you, she says she wants to hang out soon.”

you sighed and told him, “i’ll definitely have to text her today, i miss her too.”

danny had continued strumming throughout your entire conversation, not saying hi or even giving you a small wave.

you brushed it off and went upstairs to your bedroom. you made the bed and showered.

when you got out of the shower, you called a local bakery and asked if they could make you a dozen cookies that said various things on them about pregnancy. you put in the order along with some chipwiches and went downstairs.

danny was sitting at the kitchen table eating a grilled cheese. his gaze was down at his phone when you walked over to him.

you sat in front of him and said, “danny, we need to talk.”

he put his phone down instantly and said, “are you breaking up with me?”

you shook your head and said, “no! i’m happiest when i’m with you. but i noticed now that meeting the master has come out youve been distant. i just miss you.”

he had a remorseful look in his eye and started to profusely apologize. “oh, bumblebee. i’m so sorry, i don’t mean it, i don’t. i’ve just been so busy with everything and the tour dates got released, i’ve been distracted. please don’t hate me.”

you gasped and slid out of your chair, going over to his seat to lean down and hug him. “danny honey, i could never hate you, ever.”

danny had hugged you back, arms around your waist as you kissed the top of his head.

somehow, you had ended up falling asleep on the couch. you woke up to the smell of danny cooking. you slowly got up off the couch and made your way into the kitchen.

you saw him at the stove, his long curls covering most of his bare back. you went up behind him, wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his back.

he put the wooden spoon down and turned around to hug you. he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you, encasing you in his natural warmth.

you pulled away from him and asked, “watcha makin?”

he turned back to the stove and said, “chicken noodle with bread bowls, i know that’s your favorite and i felt bad from earlier.”

“daniel wagner, you don’t have to feel bad.”

“stop, i should’ve paid attention to you. you’re my girl.”

“i’ll always be your girl.”

you left him in the kitchen to go upstairs and put makeup on. before you sat down, you had an incoming call. you answered to hear, “hi y/n! this is nikki from the sweetest day on highcrest drive! i’m calling to tell you that your cookies are done and ready to be picked up!”

“great! thank you so much! i’ll be there shortly!”

you hung up and quickly did your makeup. once you were done, you went downstairs to ask danny if dinner was going to be ready soon. he said within the hour and you told him you’d be back in time for dinner.

you grabbed all your belongings and swiftly made your way to the car. you drove to the bakery and went inside to pick up your sweet treats.

nikki opened the box and showed you the beautiful cookies. you gasped in awe at the delicate artistry that went behind the confections.

out of all the cookies they had made you, your favorite was the one that said, “bun in the oven.” you knew danny would love them.

you paid for them and left a generous tip, thanking them for their artwork and went home.

when you got home, danny greeted you in the driveway, offering to grab your purse.

he went to the front seat first, the seat that had your cookies in it. he went straight for the white box. you swatted his hands and said, “no peeking!”

he put his hands up in surrender and apologized, grabbed your purse. you grabbed the box once you had gotten out of the car and went inside your home.

you put the box on the kitchen counter before danny grabbed your hand and led you over to the kitchen table.

he had your dinner displayed on the table, along with some candles. he poured two glasses of wine, but obviously you couldn’t drink it.

you sat down and started to eat, but danny could tell something was off.

“hey, you alright? you haven’t touched your wine. you always drink the wine.”

“i’m fine, just not feeling wine tonight!”

“well what are you feeling? tequila sunrise? i’ll make you whatever,” he got up and went into the kitchen, ready to make you whatever you wanted to drink.

he was about to say another drink but you cut him off, “danny, i’m pregnant.”

your back was turned to him, but you knew he was just standing in place, you heard no movement.

he came over and stood in front of you. you refused to meet his gaze as he said, “are you joking?”

you scoffed and stood up, pulling your hoodie up and showing him the slight bump. “no, i’m not. if you paid attention to me you’d know that.”

he looked you dead in the eye and said sternly, “i told you i was sorry, y/n.”

“i know you did. you said sorry and then you cooked dinner so i wouldn’t have to. big fuckin whoop.”

you walked away from him, but he walked right behind you. “are you serious? so now this is my fault? i was gone for two and a half months, are you even sure it’s mine?”

you stopped walking and you swore your heart stopped. “y/n, i didn’t mean it like that.”

you turned around and asked, “well how did you mean it?! you basically asked if i cheated on you while you were gone! i may be a bitch but i’m not that big of a bitch, daniel.”

you walked past him into the kitchen, putting your shoes on and grabbing your purse.

you walked into the garage and slammed the door shut. he followed you out to the car, asking you where you were going.

“come on babe! where are you going now?”

“out.”

you left it at that and sped out of the driveway. you called josh, who lived on the other side of town, who was the first person you told that you were pregnant.

he immediately welcomed you over, ready to take care of you at any given moment. when you got to his house, he met you outside, right next to your car. he opened the car door for you and engulfed you in his arms.

NO ONES POV:

while y/n was on her way to joshes, daniel cleaned up from dinner as best he could, seeing as his vision was clouded due to the heavy tears that left his eyes.

he sat on the kitchen floor, holding the box of cookies in his hand. he cried on the kitchen floor, praying to god that his girl would come back soon.

meanwhile, y/n had already been back in her car and back on her way to danny. she didn’t need much convincing, he was her boy and she was his girl.

Y/N’S POV :

you pulled into the driveway nearly on two wheels and immediately opened the garage door. you hurriedly turned the car off and flew into the house, leaving your purse in the car with the car door open.

you saw your sweet danny laying on the kitchen floor, box of cookies in his hand.

you kneeled directly at his head and pet his hair. soft snores were coming from his mouth and his cheeks were red, telling you that he cried himself to sleep.

he woke up at the feeling of your delicate hands in his hair. once he realized it was you, he pulled you into his lap and embraced you tightly.

“i thought you were never coming back.”

“without my boy? i could never.”

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jordie-gvf · 21 days

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heartsick slumber, Jake Kiszka

pic creds to @jakeforsakeher on twitter

title creds to @tripthelightfatality

creds to @ourlovegrows and @positivegvfthings

warnings : angst, cursing, accusations of cheating, cigarette smoking, use of Y/N, mentions of being drunk, slight issues with body image, allusions to sex, i think thats it, please let me know if i missed any!

word count : 2.1k+

thank you guys for being patient with me! i appreciate it more than you know

Whenever you got home from work, you would go upstairs and take a bath to decompress from the day.

When you got home, Jake's car wasn't in the driveway, you figured he was still at the studio. You put your purse and lunch bag down onto the counter and went upstairs to relax. You shimmied off your outside clothes and headed to your bathroom.

Your favorite part of your new home was the bathtub. You turned the faucet almost all the way to the left and grabbed your candles and bubbles. As the tub was filling, you grabbed a book from your bedroom.

You lit the candles and added the bubbles. You put your hair up into a claw clip and settled into the bath. You had your phone next to you on the bathtub just in case Jake called you.

You opened your book and relaxed backward into the tub. You read for about thirty minutes before you start to feel hungry. You went to get up from the water when your phone vibrated next to you. You had a text from your best friend, Kylie.

Kylie Girl ❣️

Girl, you need to go look at Instagram, now.

You started panicking and immediately checked your Instagram. You opened the app to see pictures of Jake with a woman who looked completely opposite of you. She was skinnier, prettier, skinnier.

The closer you looked, the more upset you got. He had his arm around her, kissing the side of her head. You checked the tags and zoomed in, making sure it was Jake, sure enough, it was. You found her name was Naomi.

You got out of the tub and got dressed in some simple shorts and tee. You locked your phone and went downstairs to start cooking dinner.

You were halfway done cooking when Jake walked into the house, guitar case in hand. “Hey, Baby. How was work?” he asked you.

“Fine,” you replied, in a monotonous tone, not wanting to talk to him that much.

“Okay,” he dragged out, not believing you. He walked into his home studio and put his guitar case down. He came back out to help you with dinner.

“Can I do anything to help?”

“No, I can do it.”

“Baby, let me help you.”

“Jake, I’m fine.”

He put his hands up in surrender and walked into the living room to let you finish dinner. You made the finishing touches on dinner and called him into the kitchen. He put his guitar down on the couch and walked over to the dining room table.

“Mm, you made my favorite,” Jake said, pulling out his chair and taking a seat. You grabbed him a beer from the fridge as well as a chilled glass for him.

You made honey glazed salmon, coconut fried rice and garlic parmesan knots. You served Jake his dinner and brought him a fork before you sat down. He said thank you and you decided to keep quiet.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you? You've barely talked to me.”

You shook your head and pursed your lips, “Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m fine.”

He sighed at your response and proceeded to eat dinner. You picked at your food, nothing going past your lips. Once Jake was finished, you grabbed the plates and continued to the sink. You put the dishes in the sink and grabbed all the pots and pans for you to wash.

You started the water and started washing everything before Jake came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He reached in front of you and turned the water off and said, “The dishes can wait, let's go make some noise.”

You scoffed and turned the water back on. “Go make noise with Naomi,” you said, coldly. He froze and removed his hands from your waist. “Seriously? That's what this is about?! Are you seriously not talking to me over this? She’s a friend from high school. I haven't seen her in a long time.”

“I’m staying at Kylie and Dave’s. I don't want to see you right now,” you firmly told him, silently telling him that there was no negotiating in you staying home tonight.

“Fine. Fine! Walk away from your problems and put your head in the sand!”

You turned your back to him and quickly went up the stairs to your bedroom. You locked the door and called Kylie, asking her if you could come over.

She picked up after two rings, “Hey, Y/N. You okay, baby?”

“Can I come over? I can’t look at him right now.”

“Of course you can, I’ll get the guest bedroom set up.”

“Thank you,” you said through tears, gasping for breath.

You promptly hung up and packed enough clothing for the next five days. You walked into the bathroom and grabbed all your toiletries and everything you needed. You put your shoes on and grabbed your car keys, ready to peel out of the driveway.

You clutched your phone to your chest and all but ran down the stairs and straight to the garage. Jake wasn't in the kitchen, but all the dishes were done and everything was put away. You heard the strum of his beloved girlfriend coming from his music room.

Before you left, you grabbed a piece of paper and left him a note,

I’m at Kylie’s. Don’t bother texting or showing up. I’ll be home soon.

You had been gone for about 10 minutes before you started getting phone calls from Jake. You answered the phone after the 17th call, tired of hearing the constant ringing.

“Where are you?”

“There’s a note.”

“Y/N, where are you.”

“McDonalds. Bye,” you hung up the phone, and sipped your Dr. Pepper. You texted Kylie and told her that you were on the way and that you got her an oreo McFlurry for letting you stay with her.

When you got to Kylie’s house, Dave greeted you at your car and gave you a big hug, letting you know that you would be all right.

Kylie came out shortly after him and brought you inside while Dave grabbed your stuff. She had her arms wrapped around your shoulders and put you down on the couch. He brought your stuff into the guest bedroom and went to their bedroom to give you and Kylie some space to talk.

“So, what happened?” She asked you, wanting all the details

“When you texted me, I was in the tub. I looked at instagram and did some snooping and eventually found out that it was him. When he came home, I knew he knew something was wrong with me. I didn't even touch dinner and when I went to do the dishes, he wanted to go upstairs,” you took a second to calm down, getting sad at the thought of leaving him by himself. As much as you hated leaving him, you couldn’t fathom looking at him right now.

You continued, “I told him to go be with Naomi and that’s when it got heated. I never thought he would do this to me, not once. We love each other, whenever we get into arguments, we work it out. I’ve never left the house like this, he can’t sleep without me next to him.”

She grasped you tightly and kissed your head. “Go get some sleep, my love. We can talk about this in the morning.”

Dave came back downstairs and put his hands around your shoulders and told you, “Everything is set up for you, take your time.”

Kylie let go of you and helped you up off the couch to get you upstairs and asleep. You knew where their guest bedroom was, so you told Kylie to sit back down, that you could get up there yourself.

You crested the top of the stairs and jetted for the guest bedroom. You opened the door to see the bed beautifully made, the pillows were propped up, and Dave had on Gilmore Girls for you.

You sighed and lazily walked over to the bed, dropping your phone onto the bedside table and smushing your face into the soft pillow.

You woke up the smell of pancakes being cooked. You checked the time, 11:03 AM. You got up out of the warm bed and trudged down the stairs. You saw Kylie at the kitchen table and Dave at the stove, flipping pancakes.

Kylie smiled at you as you walked into the kitchen. “Here, I made you a cup of coffee. Brown sugar and milk.” You smiled at her and gladly took the cup of coffee, sipping gently on the warm liquid.

You heard a knock on the door. Kylie popped her head up and said, “Don’t worry, I called in backup. It's Trysta.” You smiled at her kind gesture of inviting one of your best friends over.

Kylie answered the door and in came your best friend, kindly smiling at you. “Hey baby girl, how are ya,” she asked. You gave her a light and quick smile, “utterly terrible. How are you?”

She chuckled and said, “Dealing with drunks in my bar, had someone get on the bartop and moon everyone.” You laughed in response to her night.

“How wonderful. I found out my boyfriend cheated on me, so that's how my night went.”

She gave you a downward smile and drank her coffee. You reluctantly turned on your phone, expecting to see a shitload of messages.

“Oh Y/N, I never told you. Jake came in last night and drank. We had to get the bouncer to tell him to leave. We called him an Uber, I couldn't let him drive like that.” Trysta told you.

“Thank you for not letting him drive. He say anything to you?”

“Yeah, that it wasn't true. That she was just a girl from high school. Honey, I really don't think he did it. You know what they say, the truth comes out when you're drunk.”

You nodded in agreement, sipping your coffee and eating your pancakes. “I should probably go see him, knock some sense into him.”

Kylie perked up, “Are you sure you're ready for that? It might be a little hard on you.”

“Yeah, I'm ready. I was ready to go back as soon as I left. I know he can't sleep without me. Let me finish and I'll be out of your hair.”

Trysta gathered her things and left a kiss on your forehead and left. After you ate, Kylie packed your stuff while you showered and put everything in your car.

When you got to the house, you saw the familiar white jeep truck and an orange tesla in your driveway. You grabbed all your stuff from your trunk and made your way into the garage. Once you stepped foot into the kitchen, you heard Jake and his brothers on the back porch talking.

“You know you have to tell her, right?” You heard Josh say.

“Tell her what? That I dated Naomi for two months in high school is now a lesbian and I definitely didn't cheat on her?” Jake exclaimed, throwing his hands up before taking a drag of Sams cigarette.

You stayed in the kitchen and listened to their conversation before pulling your pack of reds out of your purse and walking to the back porch. “Hi Jake. Boys, give us a minute?”

Sam and Josh quickly nodded, Sam handing you his lighter, because he knows you always ask for his. You smiled at him quickly as he walked into the house, closing the back door. You motioned for Jake to sit with you on the bed swing.

He followed suit as you laid down with your reds and pulled out a cigarette. Jake quickly grabs it from you, as per Jake, “I'll never make you hold your own cigarettes.”

You smiled at him, even though you were upset, he was still your polite Jake. He opted not to smoke with you, due to him and Sam smoking earlier.

He started first, “You know I never cheated on you. I wouldn't dream of it. I could never see you with another man. I'm the only one who knows how you like your tea. Your coffee order. You like to do puzzles before bed. You shampoo your hair twice, then brush it. You love watching movies with Josh. You can't sleep until I'm in bed with you. You love making love under the stars, and no one else would know that you love getting your tits sucked while you ride me. No one else knows you like I do.”

“I know you didn't, I heard you. I'm sorry for being such a bitch.”

“Youre sorry? Plum, you didn't do anything wrong. I should have explained it to you as soon as I got home. I’m sorry, sugar plum.”

You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a big kiss. By now, you were finished with your cigarette. Once you stopped, you smirked at him and said, “Still up for making some noise?”

“Always.”

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