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whatdoeseverybodywant · 3 months

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All Falls Down - Chapter 10 (Part 1)

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TRIGGER WARNING; HOSPITAL SETTING, MENTION OF CHARACTER BEING HOSPITALIZED

4 months ago....

“There goes my baby” Josh started singing a terrible rendition of Usher’s song as Kiyana waddled her way down the stairs. She rolled her eyes with a smile as she made her way over to the couch, plopping down right beside him. “How you feeling today?” He asked pulling her closer to him. “How was your nap?”

“It was good and I’m feeling okay.” She shrugged. “Just ready for this funeral to be over with.” He frowned. “But, I'm fine. I promise.” She forced a smile on her face and cupped his chin, bringing his face to hers for a soft kiss.

Josh sighed before he nodded his head. “I love you Key, I’m just worried about you.” He placed a hand on her round belly, smiling as he felt his son kick. “I just want you and lil’ man to be good. Doc said no stress.”

“Well, my dad just died Joshua, of course I'm stressed.” She scoffed “ I’m stressed for my mom, my little brother, my grandmother. I’m stressed for my whole family, Joshua.”

“Key,I didn't mean it like that -” He started, but she stood from the couch and walked off into the kitchen. Josh sighed and rubbed his temples. He understood that she was upset and sad, and so was he but he also knew that she needed to remain calm for the sake of the baby. This pregnancy was already high risk and he didn’t know what he would do without Kiyana.

2 days later Josh found himself in a secluded hallway in the arena, trying to get in contact with Kiyan who was ignoring him.. still. He sighed as another one of his phone calls to Kiyana went unanswered. He threw his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. She was still pissed that he told her she needed to not be stressed for the well-being of her and their baby. He tried to apologize countless times but if he was being completely honest, this pregnancy was making Kiyana way more bitchy than she normally was with her other three pregnancies and it was different. Josh wasn’t used to Kiyana pushing him away.

“Hey Jey, you okay?” He cracked one eye open to see who was talking to him and exhaled a deep breath at the sight of Shanté in front of him. “You look like you could use a drink.” She smirked as she sauntered over to where he was leaning against the wall, eyeing him up and down.

“You don’t know the half of it” He muttered before trying to call Kiyana again. Shanté watched as his jaw clinched before muttering a curse word under his breath. “Yo stop fucking ignoring me and answer the damn phone Key” He gritted into the phone before angrily shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Trouble at home?” She asked, trying to hide her smirk. She knew he was married and she did not care about his wife not one bit. Shanté had seen her once or twice when she would come to the shows with Josh’s kids and Shanté didn’t see what Josh saw in her, she was basic as fuck. A man like Josh needed someone like Shanté.

Josh eyed her warily, he knew what she was up to and he wasn’t going to fall for it. He didn’t mind helping her in the ring - never without Trinity or Mercedes present but she was starting to push it. Her workout attire getting shorter and tighter, her lingering touches even after being reminded that he was happily married.

“You wanna talk about it?” He narrowed his eyes and frowned, there was no way in hell he was telling some random girl what he and his wife were going through. Sensing his reluctance, Shanté pressed further. “Oh, come on. You need to talk to someone who doesn’t know you or your home problems and listen without any judgment.” She crossed her fingers behind her back as she awaited his response. Josh contemplated her offer before letting out a sigh and nodding his head even though he had a bad feeling in his stomach.

“Aight, fine. You got a rental?” Shanté nodded excitedly and told her to follow him as she started walking towards the car garage for the superstars. They went to a bar that was close to the hotel and sat towards the back, away from everyone else.

It took Josh four double Hennessy shots to actually get him to start talking and once he did, he couldn’t stop. It actually felt good to actually voice his frustrations without being told to think about Kiyana’s feelings first.

Shanté just listened to him rant, offering her opinion when he asked and once she noticed he was drunk, she started to press him further. At first it started with just her placing her hand on his arm, squeezing it every once in a while then she decided to take it a step further by sliding her chair next to his and placing her hand on his thigh, rubbing it sensually, smirking to herself when she seen his dick starting to harden. She then finally went in for the kill, after Josh got finished taking his shot, Shanté reached over and cupped his jaw, and leaned over to kiss him, smirking into the kiss when he started to kiss her back.

Josh awoke the next morning with a pounding headache. He sat up in bed, promising himself that he’ll never drink that much again. As his eyes got adjusted to the bright sun rays pouring through the windows, he realized something was off, this was not his hotel room.

“Oh you’re up.” Shanté smiled as she came out of the bathroom, with a tiny robe wrapped around her body. Josh moved from the bed abruptly as she started to crawl on it.

“Nah, nope. This ain’t happening.” He grabbed the sheet, covering himself and started to look for his phone.’The fuck happened Shanté?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“You tryna tell me you don’t remember anything?”

“Nah, I remember us talking at the bar. How the fuck did I get in your hotel room, in your bed?” He hurriedly threw his clothes on from last night, still looking for his phone. “Fuck me, this cna’t be fucking happening!” He grunted in frustration. He actually cheated on his wife. What the fuck was wrong with him?!

Once he found it his heart dropped so far down into his stomach and he felt like he needed to throw up. He had 10 missed phone calls from his mom, 5 from Kiyana’s mom and 5 from his twin brother.

Talisua Fatu cursed her son as another phone call to him went unanswered. She turned to look at Kiyana laying in the hospital bed and her heart broke in two. Kiyana’s mom had found her passed out in the master bathroom and immediately called the ambulance to come to the house, leaving Kaiden and Kamari with Kiyana’s older brother.

“He still not answering?” Jon asked as he and Trinity walked into the room and over toTalisua who shook her head.

“No and he better have a good explanation for this.” Talisua muttered, taking one of the coffee’s from Trin and taking it over to Kiyana’a mom, who was sitting in one of the chairs by her daughter’s bed holding her limp hand. Talisua could only imagine what she was going through, first losing her husband and now her daughter was in a hospital with all these tubes and wires connected to her.

Everyone looked at Jon when his phone started to ring. He excused himself to go step into the hallway. “Yo Uce, what the fuck? We been calling ya’ ass all damn day.”

“I fucked up Jon..” Josh whispered over the phone, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I fucked up so bad”

So... Josh is a ass who can't see a red flag if it was waved right in front of his face..

This chapter will have a part 2... y'all know I love cliffhangers ❤️😭

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feyhunter78 · 8 months

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kinktober request: 2, 12, 22, 24, & 31 with miguel? sorry there’s so many but i just had the idea of a college!au where reader goes to a halloween party and miguel goes, too, because they’re kind of friends (maybe miguel always thought she was cute but then he tutored her for a class and they started to become close as a result?) & he likes her and wants to make sure she’s safe but reader has a mask kink & also has a huge crush on him so she finds it super hard to be around him when he’s wearing his costume and spends most of the night hiding from him & eventually he corners her and finds out why she’s been running & shenanigans ensue 👀

This was such a cute and fun idea!!!! I am making a new rule though, y'all can only request 3 or fewer numbers bc I'm not, and I did not fit all those into a one-shot💀 (I did throw in a hint of breeding kink at the end there for you though nonnie)

Meg's Kinktober - College!Miguel + #12, 18, 24 Mask kink, AU & Costume/Lingerie

You like Miguel, you’ve always liked Miguel, since the day your chemistry professor suggested Miguel tutor you. Dr. Alice was a romantic at heart, you swear, or maybe she saw you staring dreamily at the back of Miguel’s head instead of paying attention to her lectures. Either way, your grades improved, but your hopeless crush on Miguel did not.

You can’t say you regret coming to your best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate’s costume party, but you don’t not regret it. You’re having a fun time, you look hot, the music surprisingly doesn’t suck, there are snacks, and the drinks don’t have an overwhelming taste of alcohol that chokes you with every sip. But Miguel is here. You didn’t even know he knew Josh, and yet there he was, dressed as Spiderman. The mask attached to his costume is off at the moment, hanging from the back of his neck, which gives you at least a bit of relief.

He spots you, smiles and waves, making his way over to you. You hold your red solo cup tighter, painting on a smile and preparing yourself for Miguel to tower over you as he talks about something…usually you lose track of what he’s saying and just stare into his eyes.

“Y/N, nice costume, sexy vampire, a classic.” His eyes drag up your figure in a way that surprisingly doesn’t feel gross? It’s like he’s admiring you, not sizing you up or undressing you with his eyes.

“You know me, I love a classic costume.” Also, it was cheap and easy, your favorite kind of costume.

“Classic costume for a classic lady, I like it.” He says. His hands are covered by his costume, it’s a bodysuit, you can tell that now, see every outline of his abs and biceps. You dare not trail your eyes lower, already feeling your face heat up.

“And you went for Spiderman, like every other guy at this party.” You say, taking a sip of your drink for courage.

He smiles sheepishly. “Guess the movie was pretty popular.”

“Guess so.” You echo, wishing your best friend would come and drag you away before you burst into flames.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet.” He smiles, it’s charming, excited, devastatingly handsome, then he pulls the mask over his face.

You freeze, staring up at him, trying to swallow, but your throat is as dry as the Sahara. Taking a long swig of your drink, you clear your throat and nod. “Looks great, I like it.”

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Miguel asks, flexing and posing in a bunch of obnoxious ways that make you laugh to keep him from noticing how your eyes follow the lines of his muscles hungrily.

“I—I have to go find my friend; I’ll see you later, Miguel.” You tell him, before dashing off, frantically searching for your best friend, so you can scream about how hot Miguel is, and how you’re going to die if you don’t leave right now.

You finally find her, and she calms you down, gets you another drink, ropes you into playing some random drinking game, sufficiently distracts you until she’s pulled away by her boyfriend. Then you’re alone, acting like a crazy person, dodging Miguel, hiding from him, and flat out acting like you don’t hear him calling your name.

It’s after you come out of the bathroom—all the drinks and snacks really ate at your dark lipstick—that he finds you.

The hallway is dark, a small nightlight at the end, multicolored lights from the party at the other. It’s quieter here, the music a bit muffled, no one screaming or talking.

“Found you.” He says that stupid mask still on, his arms caging you in, your back to the wall.

“Hey Miguel.” You say awkwardly, smiling up at him as you try to figure out a way to escape him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, cariño, thought you might’ve gone home.”

You shake your head. “Me? No, I’m a certified party girl.”

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s giving you that look, the one that means he knows you’re lying.

“So why haven’t I seen you around then?” He asks, his voice has a slight rasp to it, you assume from yelling over the music to be heard.

“I’ve just been busy, visiting with other people.”

He dips his head down. “Too busy for me? I’m hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Popular, I’m sure you were standing in the corner all by your lonesome because you couldn’t find me.”

“All the corners were taken, too many people making out.” He says flippantly, humor coloring his tone.

“That’s too bad, I was meaning to go stand in one like a creep later.” You joke, relaxing slightly when Miguel lets one arm drop from the wall to adjust his mask.

“We could share one?” Miguel offers.

“Then we’d have to make out. Come on Miguel, it’s like a rule, and I don’t think either of us want to do tha—”

Miguel’s free hand tilting your chin up stops you.

You look at his eyes, or where his eyes should be, behind the mask. “Miguel?”

“Who said I didn’t want to kiss you?” He says, voice low, soft, heated.

It sends a shiver down your spine, heat pulsing down to your core, and you blink owlishly at him. “Oh, I just thought, um…”

He pushes the mask up, only enough to expose the lower half of his face, and leans further down ghosting his lips over yours. “You just thought what? That I wouldn’t want to kiss you, that I don’t dream of hearing my name fall from your lips as I feel every inch of you with my hands, with my tongue if I’m lucky?”

He looks so good, the red of his mask highlighting the vibrancy of his tanned skin, his muscles so clearly defined by the skintight fabric.

“No, I didn’t think you did.” You admit breathlessly, tilting your head even further up to meet his lips.

It’s an explosion, a dance, a drug, and you want more. You loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Miguel responds in kind, his large hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, foot nudging the bathroom door open.

It’s even quieter in here, and you can hear the sound of the lock being turned, before Miguel’s lips descend down your neck. He sets you on the sink, cool marble against your skin, one hand groping your breasts, the other slipping between your legs to toy with your clit, his teeth nipping at your throat.

“I thought I was the vampire.” You joke weakly, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel yanks your legs further apart, slotting himself between them, his cock hard against you.

“You can be whatever you want as long as I can be inside you.” He groans, his skilled fingers tugging at your nipples, twisting, plucking, brushing until you’re squirming against him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, fuck me, please Miguel.” You say, your hands anchoring themselves on his suit, fingers digging into the stretchy material.

He moves to rip off his mask, but you stop him.

“Leave it on.” You tell him quietly, core throbbing as he watches you, a smile toying at his lips.

Finally, he laughs and tugs the mask back in place. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, is now not the right time to reveal I’m actually a chemistry genius?” You’re trying to be funny, trying to tease him, but it’s hard when the sound of his zipper is accompanied by a low groan and the feeling of his cock sliding past your entrance.

“You’re a genius chemist?” Miguel asks, his tone far more joking than yours as he slides fully in, his free hand on your lower back pushing you closer to him, ensuring you take every inch.

“Yeah, won prizes and everything.” You say, gasping when the tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, your walls fluttering around him.

“Smart girl.” He says, before he pulls out and slams back in, wrapping your legs around his back, and slotting his lips against your own.

You melt into him, letting him fuck you rapid fire, thick cock dragging against your walls, tip bullying your sensitive spot, his tongue searching every inch of you, as his hands hold you in place.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Miguel’s voice is low, words breathed against your lips, moaned into your mouth. “Wanted to take you in the fucking lab, in your apartment, in the library.”

“The library?” You’re half horrified, half intrigued.

He shifts his hips, pushing you further against the mirror, his fingers back on your clit making you see stars. “Yeah, wanted to bend you over the table in the study rooms, keep my hand over your mouth so no one hears you. Maybe make you try some calculations with me between your legs, tongue stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours while you try to keep a straight face. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, right?”

You moan at the images he’s placing in your mind, the adrenaline of keeping quiet, of biting your lip while Miguel eats you out like a five-course meal, rushing through your veins. “No, no, don’t want anyone to walk in.”

Miguel chuckles against your lips. “No, you’re too much of a goody two shoes for that, huh? My good little girl, letting me fuck you in the bathroom. Gonna let me eat you out? Finger you during lab while the TA’s not looking?”

“That would be so unsanitary.” You tell him, hips moving in time with his, chest heaving as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, your skin scattered with pleasure, your mind turning to mush when Miguel bites down on your pulse point.

“You’re right, plus I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, I want to be the only one seeing how pretty you look before you come, only one getting to hear you moan for me.” Miguel says all this so easily, not even breaking his stride as his hand shoots out, slams against the mirror, giving himself stability to piston into you.

You cling to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck, moaning and mewling for him, his name a constant chant on your lips.

“That’s it cariño, come for me, scream my name, let this whole party know who’s fucking you.” He urges, a renewed fervor in his thrusts in the way his lips attach to your neck, marking it with dark hickeys.

And you do, you finish hard, screaming his name, the sound barely muffled by his neck. Miguel finishes afterwards, pulling out and stroking himself, cum splattering in the sink. He turns the facet on quickly, and you make a face.

“You’d rather that go in you?” He asks, free hand pulling off the mask, his eyes searching yours.

You slide off the sink, legs wobbly, your hand shooting out to grab Miguel’s bicep for support. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken and he turns off the faucet. “Yeah? You up for a round two?”

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seenoversundown · 4 months

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Satiate

Josh x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (M receiving) food play, thigh riding, pancakes, Dom/Sub Dynamics (subtle // they switch), otheriwse little sweetheart babies.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Couldn't leave my other babies out of the romance season! Enjoy some breakfast in bed with these two lovebirds.

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Satiate (verb) to satisfy (a need/desire) fully or to excess

Quinn POV:

I wake to the sound of birds chirping, and I feel the early morning light streaming through the curtains. I lay there for a moment before gently wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting up. I reach for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time.

6:45, Perfect. I have plans this morning.

I tuck my phone in the waistband of my sleep shorts and slowly, quietly creep out of bed. I tiptoe across the bedroom, pausing before I open the door. I turn back to look at Josh. Watching him sleep is one of my favorite things to do in the mornings. Seeing his wild curls splayed against his silk pillowcase, always such a diva. The way His left arm rests against his forehead. His lips softly part as he breathes deeply.

My eyes travel the expanse of his bare chest, pausing occasionally on my favorite freckles.

He begins to stir as if he can feel my eyes on him, and I wait for him to wake up and ‘ruin’ my surprise.

Instead of waking, he lets out a muffled mmmph and flips over, arms reaching out for my side of the bed.

Light from the window dances over his skin, the light always seems to find him, and I’m tempted to crawl back into bed with him.

I watch for a few more moments as his breathing evens back out, and then I make a break for it, leaving the door cracked.

I softly pad through the house and into the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise.

I start the coffee maker and search the cabinets for pancake ingredients.

By my estimation, I have about an hour before Josh wakes up and 30 extra minutes before he makes his way out of bed, which should give me just enough time to bring him breakfast in bed.

I fill a tray with stacks of fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and the rest of the fixings. I know that Josh loves a bit of whipped cream in his coffee, always such a sweet tooth, so I pull the can of Reddi-Whip out of the refrigerator and place it on the tray, too.

I take a moment to admire my handiwork before carefully walking the tray back to the bedroom and pushing the door open.

To my surprise, he’s still asleep. I set the tray on his bedside table and kneeled beside the bed. I take another moment to admire him.

He’s always go, go, go, go, so it's nice to see him calm.

Without thinking, I reach out and begin tracing light patterns up and down his arm. I slowly move my fingertips, watching goosebumps erupt against the skin beneath them.

Josh shifts and lets out another mmmph, his brows furrowing at the tickling sensation.

I let my fingers still for a moment, a sly grin overtaking my face.

Once his brows smooth, I allow my fingers to start back up.

My fingers flit up his arm, and I allow them to venture to his chest. I get lost in tracing the dips in his collarbones and down his sternum, paying special attention to the freckles that dot his chest. I let my fingers move across his stomach and down to where the blanket is slung low across his hips.

I watch his muscles contract as I tickle the small patch of hair below his belly button.

As I move to make another pass, his hand snaps out and grabs my wrist.

“Careful,” he warns voice still gravely with sleep.

“I was just trying to wake you up,” I look at him through my lashes, “I made you breakfast.”

“You could win a fucking Oscar for that innocent act you’re pulling,” he discreetly adjusts his position to hide his lap.

I roll my eyes and stand up, always so dramatic.

I reach over to the tray and grab his coffee, adding a healthy spray of whipped cream to the cup before handing it to him.

“You’re always so grumpy before you’ve had coffee,” I place a soft kiss on his temple.

He lets out a hum of approval, and his eyes fall closed as he takes his first sip.

I begin loading up a plate for him, piling it high with pancakes and fruit.

“Thank you, baby,” he shimmies further up against the headboard and reaches out to take it from my hands, “you didn't have to—”

I cut him off, climbing into his lap.

I watch his eyes widen as I make a show of straddling him.

“B-Breakfast?” he stutters, confused, as I take the plate back from him.

I let out a laugh, nodding.

“Mhmmm. Breakfast. In. Bed,” I punctuate every word with the tiniest kisses across his face.

He watches me in confusion as I use the fork to tear off a small bite of pancake.

I lift up on my knees to lean forward, “Open.”

Josh’s face flushes a delicious shade of pink all the way to the tip of his ears as he opens his mouth for me.

I lift the fork to his mouth and watch his lips close around it.

“Good boy.”

Once I’m sure he’s swallowed his bite, can't have him choke to death on Valentine's Day, I lazily lower myself back down to my knees, grinding down against his semi-hard length.

His pupils blow wide, and he lets out a puff of breath.

“What is this?” He asks, hands finding a home on my hips.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I pull out my sweetest voice, letting out an exaggerated sigh as I gently rock against him, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“Fuck me,” he grits out.

“You haven't finished eating, though,” I trail off, gathering more food onto his fork.

“You’re a real piece of work this morning,” he lightly swats my ass.

I lean forward again to feed him another bite, and this time, he opens his mouth without needing instruction.

I smirk as I grind down on him again.

“I’m just trying to take care of you.”

His eyes roll back, and I lean forward to lick a stray bit of syrup off of the corner of his lip.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groans as I pull back.

He rushes forward, trying to catch my lips in his.

“Nuh-uh,” I poke at his side playfully, “you're gonna make a mess.”

“I should fucking hope so,” he groans, gripping my hips harder and dragging me across his lap.

I relent, reaching over to the side table to set the plate down.

“Is that what you want, Starlight? You wanna make a mess?”

“Please,” he nearly whispers.

I reach one hand around his neck, allowing my fingers to knot into the errant curls nestled at the base of his head.

I use my grip on his hair to tug his head back, forcing him to meet my eyes as I grind down one more time.

“I couldn’t hear you, dear.”

The lust clouding his eyes almost, almost, makes me feel bad for teasing him until he rewards me with his whiniest voice.

“Please, Bug,” his breath comes in short pants, “need you so fucking bad.”

I breathe out a tiny giggle, thinking about the fact that I can turn this gorgeous man beneath me into a whimpering mess with just a few well-placed touches and a bit of teasing.

“What is it that you need from me?”

I loosen my grasp on his hair and gently trail my fingers down his back, stopping to rub slow circles into his shoulder muscles.

“Baby, I-I—” he cuts himself off with a low groan as I hit a sensitive spot.

I trail my hand back up and use my leverage to pull him closer, placing gentle kisses up his jawbone. His grip on my hips tightens almost imperceptibly when I reach his ear.

“If you can't tell me,” I whisper, tongue darting out to flick against his lobe, “will you let me show you what I want?”

“Mhm, yes!” He rushes out with absolutely no hesitation.

Smiling, I pull back from his ear and finally, finally, crush our lips together.

As our lips battle for dominance, pushing and pulling against each other, Josh takes one of his hands from my hips and slowly slides it under the front of my shirt. His deft fingers move across my stomach and up my chest, mirroring my earlier attempt at waking him up. His thumb gently brushes over one of my nipples, and I suck in a breath. As quickly as it’s there, he pulls his hand away.

He bucks his hips up against mine, and I falter. He takes my momentary lapse in control as an opportunity to flip me beneath him on the bed, pushing his knee between my legs.

He pulls back from my lips to look down at me, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“Wanna see you.”

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, sitting up a bit to give him access.

I’ll let him have some fun before I put him back in his place.

He grabs the hem and slowly drags the fabric up and off of my chest, tossing it haphazardly across the room.

He leans down, pressing the tiniest kiss to my lips, before sitting back to admire me.

His eyes lazily roam over every bit of my exposed flesh, occasionally pausing on specific parts as if he’s plotting a course of attack.

He brings his hands to the sides of my head, gently cradling it as he lifts my face, pausing when our lips are centimeters apart.

“Relax for me,” he whispers, using his thumbs to softly caress my cheekbones before meeting my lips.

And I do; I let myself get lost in the sensation of him as he presses tender kisses down the column of my neck. His hands follow suit, fingers flitting over the skin where he’d just placed his lips.

His fingers continue their torturously slow dance across my sternum as Josh nips at my collarbones.

I suck in a breath when he flicks his tongue against my nipple. Heat pools in my belly as he sucks it into his mouth.

My hips begin to shift, trying to find any small amount of friction to relieve the ache between my legs.

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop, and I fight a disappointed sigh.

“Such bravado earlier,” his hands slide down to my hips, “where’s that all gone to?”

A strangled moan escapes me as he presses his thumbs into my hip bones. My thighs involuntarily clench for a second time.

“Stop that,” he chides, pressing his thigh further between my legs, “if you need friction, you’ll use me.”

He uses the grip he has on my hips to slowly rock my center against him as he returns his attention to my other nipple.

He alternates, swirling his tongue and flicking it in time with our gentle rocking.

Up, swirl.

Down, flick.

The knot in my belly begins to tighten.

“Pleaseplease”

He hums against my chest and picks up the steady pace he set, dragging my hips more firmly against his thigh while pressing in to provide that much more pressure where I need it most.

I wrap one arm against his back, bringing him closer, short nails digging into his flesh.

“I’m gonna—” I cut myself off with a pathetic whine.

“I know, baby, let go.”

My whole body tenses, and the band snaps.

Josh works me through the aftershocks, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my chest.

Once my breathing evens out, he sits back and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispers against my hair.

“I love you,” I smile into his neck, “but I’m not anywhere near finished with you.”

I sink my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, then use my tongue to soothe the area.

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching a hand between our bodies, seeking the waistband of my shorts.

“Tsk, tsk,” I lightly slap his hand away, “Remember when you practically begged me to show you what I wanted?”

I push him back against the headboard, straddling him once more.

“Relax for me,” I mimic the words and tone he used on me.

I grab the can of whipped cream from the side table and remove the lid, spraying a dollop on my first two fingers and reaching forward to tap the side of Josh’s jaw, signaling him to open his mouth. I pop my whipped cream-coated fingers in and smile as he immediately begins sucking them.

“Listen to me very closely,” I start.

His eyes go wide, and he nods his head.

“You’re going to stay very still and very quiet until I tell you otherwise,” he nods again, “if you make even one peep before I give you permission, I will stop. Do you understand?” I pull my fingers from his mouth and gesture for him to answer.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Thank you, now please take your fucking pants off,” I let out a little giggle as he scrambles to remove his pajama pants.

Once he’s settled back against the headboard, I spray a line of Reddi-Whip down his sternum, stopping just above his little happy trail.

“Ready?”

“Please.”

“Always so polite,” I whisper as I lean forward to lick the first bit out of the hollow of his throat, nipping at his soft skin and then soothing it with a quick peck.

His breath hitches as my lips travel south, slowly descending to where I know he wants me the most.

His body jerks beneath my ministrations, and I pause, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Josh,” I warn.

He lets out a shaky breath, steeling himself, and once I'm satisfied, I press my lips back to his skin.

Lower, lower, lower.

As I lick the last little bit of whipped cream from the space below his belly button, I glance back up at him.

His eyes are screwed shut, and his plush lips are slightly parted.

He's so easy to please, I laugh to myself.

I let my hands slide up and down his thighs for a moment as I move down to position myself between his legs.

I finally wrap my fingers around his dick and pump a few times before lowering my head and licking a stripe up his length.

He lets out an almost silent whine as I sink my mouth around him.

He’s being so good.

I lower my mouth around him until he hits the back of my throat, then slowly pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip.

I repeat the motion once more before pulling off of him with a pop.

“Oh,” I start, “you can speak now.”

I leave no time for a response before I descend on him again, bobbing my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans as I add a hand in, gently squeezing his shaft as my mouth works at his head.

“Can I—” I cut him off with a moan, knowing what he wants.

My moan was the only affirmative he needed as he reached one hand around, carding his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place.

His hips begin to buck into my mouth, seeking his release.

I moan again, knowing that the vibration will get him that much closer, and he quickens his pace.

“Gonna,” he whines in warning as I take him deeper.

“Mhm”

He spills into the back of my throat, hips twitching, as I swallow him down.

I gently pull off of him, letting him catch his breath as he pulls me into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“I am the luckiest man alive,” he pants.

“You say that now,” I chuckle, “but wait for round two after your shift, tonight.”

“Happy Valentine's Day to me, I guess.”

“To us.”

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builtbykittie · 1 year

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Simple Mistakes

Jake kiszka x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Jake is upset with his performance, taking you to his dressing room after the show to relieve his anger.

This one was rushed and just a quick idea that came to mind after watching the videos of Jake slapping his fucking guitar so... my apologies 🫶

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, very brief alcohol consumption, SMUT, angry/rough Jake, oral (m receiving), fingering, impact play, pet names, unprotected sex (don't do it!), a touch of fluff

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A large smile grows on your face as you hear the boys start to exit the stage, incoherent words falling from whoever's mouth.

During the last song you rushed backstage, eager to see your boyfriend up close. His chest shining with a thin layer of sweat and his damp hair sticking to his beautiful neck.

You shake your head to yourself and shove your thoughts away for later as you see Danny's tall build descend down the stairs.

"Hey!" Danny smiles, approaching you. You take a step toward him, reaching out your arms for an embrace "Danny! You guys were amazing, as always."

"Thank you," Danny smiles taking a step back, a slender arm wrapping around his shoulder. "Hey Y/N, Jake's pretty upset, be careful," Sam shakes his best friend's arm, his lips curling up into a shit eating grin.

You nod your head, biting your cheek to stifle the smile pulling on your cheeks. Whenever Jake was mad he would take you to his dressing room and fuck you until you were seeing stars. His mood was usually dependent on his performance, if he didn't believe he did his absolute best he would not be satisfied.

"Jake, you did fine! Will you stop?" Josh's irritated voice gets louder as him and his twin brother get closer. "No I fucking did not, Josh! You heard me mess up!" Jake storms past you, Josh stopping in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi Y/N, I'd be careful if I were you," Josh sighs, planting his face in his hand and holding the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Yeah I know," you say in an alarmingly calm tone. You slowly make your way to Josh, extending an arm to rub his back with a tender smile "you were great, don't worry about it. The fans loved you."

Suddenly, your name is being called from the hallway. Turning back, you see Jake waiting for you with knitted brows "I should go." You start to drag your feet towards your boyfriend, ignoring the devious, all knowing smiles that were just on Danny and Sam's faces.

"Hello handsome," you smile softly, hoping to at least get a smile back or a kiss, but instead, he grasps the meat of your arm and impatiently pulls you in the room. He slams the door behind you, chugging a glass of what looks to be bourbon and slamming the fragile cup down on the desk, "on your knees."

You follow his demand, sinking down to your knees while he eagerly unbuttons his pants. He drops his pants, his boxers straining against his already rock hard cock. "Come on princess," he pets your hair, bucking his hips forward as a way to tell you to take off his underwear.

You bring your shaky hands up to the band of his boxers, your hands visibly trembling as you pull the fabric down. His angry cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, throbbing and practically begging for your touch.

Before you can do anything, his hand is grasping the back of your head and shoving your mouth down on his length. "You gonna let me fuck your face, dirty girl?" All you can muster up is a hum against his cock in agreement, not daring to disobey him any time soon.

"What's that?" He pulls your mouth off of him by your hair. "Mm, yes sir," you moan, tears already forming in the corner of your eye. He's shoving your mouth back down on him before you could even blink "what a good girl."

You begin to bob your head faster along his length, bringing your hand up to stroke him as your wetness begins to pool in your panties. "Ah ah ah," Jake shakes his head, watching as you try to situate yourself for any sort of friction. "I promise I'll fuck you doll, you just need to be patient," he wipes your smudged mascara, jutting his hips forward to fuck himself deeper into your mouth.

"I can imagine how hard it is to be patient for such a slut like you," he glides your head along his length, groans coming from deep within his chest as you hum around him. You never were the type to like being degraded, that was until you met Jake, his degradation fueled a fire you didn't even know you had inside you.

"Fuck Y/N," Jake groans, he was dangerously close, his hips moved in an irregular pace and his cock twitched inside your mouth. Suddenly, he releases you from his grasp. Pulling back, you take a deep breath and close your eyes as he wraps his hand around his cock and tugs, his warm release spurting all over your face.

"Better?" You ask, wiping some of the ivory slick off of your flushed face, bringing the digits to your mouth and pressing them against the flat of your tongue. "Absolutely not." He groans at the sight "stand up."

Of course you listen and rise to your feet. He begins to walk, shedding the jacket off of his arms and collapsing on the couch. With his back against the arm of the sofa, he brings his legs up to lay down and signals you to come over.

Slowly, you start to climb onto his legs before you are pulled down on top of him, his hands keeping an iron-clad grip on your hips. He bends his knees so you can slot your legs in between his, viciously attacking your lips with his and biting down on your lower lip.

"You don't need this, do you?" He growls, tugging on the hem of your shirt. "Um.. no," you mutter, feeling his warm cock resting hard against your inner thigh under your skirt.

You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't for him to fully tear the fabric off of you. The shirt was an old band tee that you cropped at home, it was pretty evident that it didn't have much value to you. He then unclasps your bra and throws it to the other side of the room.

"I'll get you a new shirt," he grunts, and in a swift moment you're being flipped around so that your back is flush against his chest.

Jake grabs the hem of your skirt and hikes it up to your stomach, pulling on the band of your panties and letting it snap back down on your skin "take these off for me, darling." You quickly pull them down, unable to wait for his touch any longer.

Wrapping his arms around your body, he squeezes your breasts with one hand and snakes the other down to your warm core. "Did you hear me out there?" He groans as you grind against his length "I fucked up, a lot."

Suddenly, his fingers meet with your clit and instantly begin rubbing merciless, quick circles around it. Soft moans emerge from your lips, progressively growing louder with each circle of his fingers.

Releasing your nipple from his other hand, he covers your mouth "shut up, Y/N." A loud, muffled whimper escapes from your lips as he slides two fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your oozing cunt.

Jake begins to fiercely curl his fingers up inside you, eliciting yet another muffled whimper from you. A familiar pressure begins to rise in your tummy and your walls begin to quiver around him.

"My beautiful toy, are you close?" He growls in your ear just before pressing a kiss to it and sucking on a sweet spot behind it. To your inconvenience, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his lips "fucking delicious."

You whine against his hand, desperate for release. Suddenly, he raises his hand up and brings it down with a smack against your core causing you to let out a cry into his hand, the pain was undeniably pleasuring.

Your loud moan elicits another slap against your heat. "You like that, don't you?" Jake purrs into your neck as he lets go of your mouth, tilting your jaw so that you're face to face with him. You nod your head yes with a whine, trying your hardest to kiss him despite him dodging you.

"Let me hear you say it pretty," he flicks his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Yes, Jake. I fuckin' love it," you cry, reaching down to toy with his cock. "Oh you little whore," he snarls, throwing you off him to the other side of the couch.

"Get up," he stands in front of you, holding on to the base of his cock with an unimaginable grip. You'd been so good this whole time, might as well have fun.

"Or what?" You smile, giving him the best 'fuck me' eyes you possibly could.

"Or I am going to tie your hands behind your back and force you to watch me get myself off," he pumps his hand slowly around his length "stand. Up."

You bite your lip to hold back the excited giggle threatening to leave your mouth at his words, frantically standing up in front of him. Without letting go of his cock, he grabs you and carries you over to the desk, bending you over and pushing your cheek into the cold surface of the table.

"Look at you," he purrs, grabbing your hair and lifting your head up so that you're face to face with your own reflection in the mirror. "Do you like being thrown around like this?" He presses your cheek back down into the desk, pulling your skirt down so that it rests at your ankles and flicking the tip of his cock through your soaked pussy.

"Yes, sir," you moan, knowing full well it'd get a rise out of him. A deep groan leaves his mouth just before he lands a slap against your ass eliciting a yelp from you.

Without warning, he's shoving himself inside you in one quick thrust. The sting of his beautiful cock stretching you out hurts so good "Jake!"

Your cry of his name earned another slap against your ass followed by him digging his fingers into the red flesh. By now, he knew exactly what made you fall apart, exactly where to thrust and where all of your sweet spots are. He practically knew your body better than you did.

With each thrust he hits a soft spot, your moans becoming harder and harder to keep down. "Fuck! Jake you feel so good," you cry, reaching back to grab his hand.

"Y/N, shut the fuck up," he growls, ripping his hand away from yours and covering your mouth "you don't want my brothers to hear how much of a whore you are for me, do you?" You shake your head under his grasp, crying against his hand once again as he smacks your ass.

While still viciously thrusting inside you, he lifts you up by your face so that your back is against his chest for the second time tonight. Letting go of your face, he presses a surprisingly soft and passionate kiss to your swollen red lips.

Suddenly his kiss starts to make sense as he's slamming you back down against the table, the glass that was once filled with amber liquid has now toppled off the table, shattering on the floor. "Shit," he mumbles, thrusting harder inside you as he stares at the sticky broken glass.

Now the head of his cock is brushing against your cervix as he pushes himself inside of you with full force. Slapping your own hand over your mouth, you shriek his name at each movement of his hips. His hand slowly wraps around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly but enough to make you look back at him with a fucked out expression.

You reach back and grasp his hip, digging your nails into his smooth skin as he hits your g spot over and over. Jake bends over, his hot breath fanning over your ear "cum for me baby." You're sent straight to the edge, the band of pleasure inside you snapping as he hits your g spot in one last sharp thrust.

His hand slaps the tender red skin of your ass while his warm release fills you up, his thrusts significantly slowing down. "Jakey oh my god," you giggle, forehead pressed against the desk that is now warm from the heat of your body as he loosens his grip on your neck.

"Jake! Y/N! What the fuck just happened!?" Sam's voice calls from outside the door, he must've heard the glass fall. After waiting for a response, he starts again "well I hope you're both fucked-out now because we're leaving in 15 minutes, with or without you."

You look up at Jake who's hands are resting gently on the hot swell of your ass as he catches his breath with a smile. "You okay?" He brushes his hands over the red marks he left on your body. "Are you?" You giggle watching him in the mirror as he nods his head with a smile.

"You ready?" He asks, preparing to pull out of you. You nod and nuzzle your face into your hands as you get ready for him to exit you. He slowly pulls out to keep from startling you, you let out a quiet, breathy moan at the sensation.

Slowly, he helps you get your skirt back on and helps you stand on your wobbly legs. "What about my shirt?" A red tint becoming evident on your cheeks as you point at the torn piece of clothing on the ground next to the couch.

"Oh, yeah," he chuckles to himself as he walks over to his bag, searching for clothes. Picking your bra off the ground, you look back to see Jake's extended arm handing you one of his white button down shirts.

You both get dressed in silence, unable to handle the quiet any longer, you start to giggle. "What's so funny?" Jake smiles, looking back at you unable to keep your composure.

"I don't know," you chuckle, tucking the shirt into your skirt and making your way to your boyfriend. "Hey why is this one still buttoned?" You smirk, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"What? Do you want me to just go shirtless?" He smirks, grabbing your hands that had just unbuttoned 2 more. "I mean that would be nice but you just always have those unbuttoned," you giggle, sinking your face into his chest and breathing in the smell of his cologne and sex that lingers on his skin.

"Hey, you were wonderful today," you smile up at him "don't worry about messing up, I'm sure the fans couldn't even tell." He brushes his fingers through your hair and cups your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "They're just... Simple Mistakes. Everyone makes them," you whisper to him with a smile as he wraps his arms around your body in an embrace.

"We better go," he pulls back, marveling at your post-sex look which he's seen a hundred times with a smile. "What about the glass?" You question, drawing a line on his chest with your finger. "We can get someone to clean that up," he smirks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Well let's go then," you nestle your head into his chest with a large grin and warm pink cheeks. His other hand comes up to stroke your cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear "I love you."

"I love you too, jakey."

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unladyboss · 8 months

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JUST CARMY

I'm always so confused about Carmy's behavior. Like the more I try to figure it out, the more confused I get. It's like what Ebra said about Mikey, he got confused by his behaviors. So I thought about it and realized that maybe I was confused because I'm SUPPOSED TO BE CONFUSED.

Because you can't reason out the behavior of an addict. I really think now that Carmy is a high functioning alcoholic. When I figured that out, my heart dropped and I looked at all scenes with different eyes. Hear me out. High functioning alcoholics are difficult to spot. They can maintain near normal appearance for job, family, friends etc, but it eventually catches up

1. The alcohol in the office . It's there always. Check the green bottles

2. Alcohol just at different levels

3. Carmy's mom is an alcoholic. It's rare for none of the kids not to be alcoholic. Mikey was a drug addict.

4. Maybe the reason Syd's dad hasn't met him yet is because he'd get outed. Syd's dad doesn't drink, possibly because he used to drink too much.

5. If Syd's dad used to drink too much it would explain, some of her attraction to Carmy. That codependent thing that occurs in families of addicts

6. Claire. I'm sorry I was mean about Claire but she was a big big clue. That's why Claire was brought in.

When she said she remembers Carmy and he gave her the wrong number, its possible that the past him also drank too much. I'm not too sure

However, she manages sad drunk people. Even though he doesn't drink in front of her and drinks pop. The clues were in front of us. Red cup party.

The insistence of Claire to track him down. Possibly a tool to help him see that he needs help. She manages him the whole time.

7. The anxiety

8. The ibuprofen for headaches

9. The insomnia

10. Everything in his life is pointing toward him needing help

11. He's going to Al-Anon meetings. We think it's just about Mikey but then the look of the meeting changes and he says it's three times a week so Al Anon may have switched to real alcoholics anonymous meetings

12. Mikey not wanting him to work at the bear, might be him knowing that Carmy would probably fall into worse things... Maybe he saw Carmy's own addiction and kicked him out

13. The tattoo. He knows alcohol is bad and can kill, not just because of his mom, but because he's doing it.

14. The mood swings. Screaming at people, anger, one minute mad, the next minute calm

15. All the Al Anon pamphlets he was reading. That wasn't just about Mikey. It was for him

16. Brain issues - wet brain. 'is that sound in my head?' When the alarm goes off. Cicero asks if it's not driving him crazy. He said he's used to it.

Is my hair on fire? He asked Syd

17. The fidgeting fingers. Withdrawal. Need a drink to stabilize

18. The disappearing, like into the fridge. Remember one time the Pepto was in there? The drink could be too if it's not in the office any more

Pepto usually near to the alcohol . Disappearing from the Bear. Just bailing on things in general.

19. The delusions seeing his old boss at friends and family and being inconsolable.

29. Panic attack.

The whole sydcarmy thing could be and probably IS happening simultaneously along with the high functioning alcoholism.

But this is mad serious.

30.I think they put JOSH in that last episode to show just how high functioning an addict could be, but that eventually the addiction will ruin things

31. Big hints at Claire's party

32. The chest pain, heart beating fast

This is so serious.

I don't think I'm wrong

We said the show runners were playing in our faces. I thought they meant just about Syd. It was probably them trying to show us THIS, but we were too distracted by SYDCARMY.

When I figured this out, I couldn't watch the sydcarmy interaction the same way any more.

This whole time he's probably been going through bouts of withdrawal and symptoms of that, along with relapsing.

I feel sick.

I HOPE I'm wrong, but I don't think so at all.

You guys. Talk me out of this. I need reassuring words right now.

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readyforthegarden · 1 year

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Eternal - Part Two

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. This chapter itself contains smut (oral (female receiving) fingering), biting, blood

WC: 4307

The rest of your night had been peaceful, though as soon as you woke up, your mind was thinking about the tree. Trying to make your way through your morning routine, you thought about the pulse of the bark under you hand. In a way, you could still feel it, thudding against your skin. The water of your shower began to run cold, jolting you from your reminiscing and scurrying to get out of the icy rain and rush to finish getting ready.

You didn’t have a chance to think about the dream again until mid-afternoon, when Willa stopped by your desk.

“Hey, did you end up going home with that one guy last night?” she leaned against your cubicle wall, swirling the iced coffee left over from her lunch in its cup, the mostly melted ice barely making a sound.

“I didn’t go home with anybody last night.” you responded, thinking of the curly headed man and his deep, enchanting eyes. “Streak is over, I suppose.”

“Well, maybe it’s for the best.” Willa shrugged, offering a small smile. She was about to say something else, but she looked down at your neck. “I love that necklace, where did you get it?” you had forgotten all about it, glancing down at your own chest and seeing the white teardrop pendant still resting just above the swell of your breasts.

“Oh, I-I don’t remember actually.” you shrugged. “I don’t even remember owning it, but I found it on my nightstand last night. I don’t even know what kind of stone this is.”

“I think it’s a selenite crystal.” Willa bent at the waist, taking the pendant delicately in her hand and turning it over. “It’s supposed to cleanse energy and spaces, promote calmness and clarity and peace. Keep bad things away.”

“Oh, you know a lot about crystals?” Willa dropped the pendant softly and stood back up, rolling her eyes.

“My sister is one of those hippie crystal organic girls.” she sighed, though you could sense the sisterly love in her annoyed words. “She gifted me a wand of it once, told me to cleanse my new apartment with it because she thinks there’s a dark spirit there.”

“Did you try it?” you asked, giggling. Willa took a sip of her coffee.

“I waved it around a little, but I didn’t feel any difference. She said the next time she came over, the space was cleansed and had a better aura so,” Willa offered another shrug. “she may be onto something.” The two of you began to chat more about how Willa’s night ended up, and how she ended up going home by herself too, and that she as going to take the night off from partying for a while.

“I think I might go back tonight.” you said softly. Willa smirked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“You wanna see if that guy is there again, huh?” she asked, the sly smile on her face teasing, her honey blonde hair tucked behind her ear. “I don’t blame you. He was a little short for my taste but he was hot.”

“I’m not going just for him.” you tried to defend yourself, knowing that the opposite was true. Truth be told, you were hoping see him again, dance with him again. Maybe even get what he’d told you to wait for. One of your many faults was being impatient, you knew this to be true. “I honestly like dancing, and they have cheap drinks.”

“Whatever you say, honey.” Willa shook her head and turned, leaving you alone to get back to work. But the spreadsheets and emails that waited for you now seemed even more dull than before, with your mind set on returning to the dance floor tonight. Those eyes watching you from behind the velvet ropes. The possibility of those soft lips on your skin again, making the back of your hand tingle again.

“Oh my god, get a grip.” you muttered to yourself, shaking out your hand and rolling your shoulders back to settle into work for the remaining time. You balked at your own behavior, letting some strange man making you feel like a starry-eyed school girl over a few dances and a short conversation over drinks.

Yet, as you made your way into Club Soleil that night, you felt a thrumming in your chest. Your grip was tight on your clutch, you could practically feel your ID and cards inside bending against the pressure from your fingers. You tried not to make it obvious as you walked towards the bar that you were scoping the scene, hoping to catch a glimpse of chocolate brown curls. As soon as you were about to sit on the stool at the bar, a hand rested on your forearm. You turned your head, hoping to see the man from last night, but instead, it was a tall, curly headed man. His features were sharp, yet his expression held a softness that seemed to round them into an alluring, gentle look as his dark curls fell to his shoulders.

“I was told to bring you to the VIP area, Miss.” you blinked at him. “Follow me, please.” he left you no time to question, turning on his heel and parting through the crowd around you. You scurried to follow closely behind him, a nervous shake in your stomach now, nearly tripping in your heels as you tried to keep up with the tall mans strides. You followed him up the red carpeted steps to the VIP area, and he unclasped the matching red velvet rope, ushering you inside and closing the area off again.

The area was filled with various people, milling about, talking into each others ears over the loud music. Some were already drunk off their asses, making out in the dark corners, feeling each other up, some were just starting, popping a bottle of champagne between the eight of them that more than likely pooled all their money together to afford the one bottle. And then there was you, standing timidly where the tall man left you, not knowing exactly what you were supposed to do.

“I was hoping you’d come tonight.” you turned, seeing the man you’d been hoping to see all along. As he walked towards you, you took in tonights suit. Black, again, but this time the edges were trimmed with a shining gold thread that caught the light, making it look smooth like satin. You wanted to reach out and trace the pads of your fingers across the fabric, to feel for yourself. He noticed you taking it in and lifted an arm up in front of him, adjusting the gold cuff links on the wrist of his dress shirt, under the suit. “Did your friends get left behind at the bar?”

“They didn’t come tonight.” you replied. You shouldn’t be telling him that you came alone. It was stupid, asking for trouble. As you waited for a smirk, he only shook his head.

“Their loss is my gain.” he replied. “Would you like to get a drink first, or to dance?” A part of you was shocked at his abruptness, and you felt the words leaving your lips. Even though you’d been hoping to see him all day, the idea that he just assumed made you irritated.

“Who said I want to do either of those things with you?” you put your free hand on your hip, shooting him a glare. The man gave you a tight-lipped smile, letting you know you were already testing his patience.

“Did you forget what I told you last night?” he moved closer to you, a dark look in his eyes. “You’re mine.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it when you left me at the bar by myself.” you countered.

“Oh love, are you already feeling neglected?” the man faked a small pout. “Let me fix that for you.” He moved behind you, gathering your hair behind you and leaving your shoulders exposed under the thin straps of your dress.

Near-immediately, his hands were on your shoulders, gently rubbing them and slipping them down your arms. You tried to steel yourself against the shiver that buzzed down your spine, feeling his lips press on your shoulder. He slowly turned you, his hand slipping up the back of your neck, fingers in your hair as he tilted your head up to him, your lips parted, ready for his next kiss. He bent down, letting his lips softly graze over yours. Pulse racing, you let your eyes flutter close as his warm breath fell over your face.

“So, what will it be? Drinks or dancing?” his voice was quiet but stern. Your eyes opened slowly, and you looked into his, a strong, fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“Dancing.” you replied breathlessly, as if you’d already been on the floor for hours. The man took your hand, leading you out of the VIP area and down to the dance floor, weaving the two of you through the crowd and turning to face you when he found the spot he wanted. The club wasn’t as busy tonight, bodies weren’t packed together like they had been the night before. And yet you were still pressed up against him, his hands on your hips, both of you moving seamlessly to the beat of the music again.

As the two of you danced, the man leaned down, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, love,” he murmured, “Do you believe in vampires?” you paused briefly, wondering why he would ask such a silly question.

“Do I believe in vampires?” you asked back, looking at him to clarify. He nodded, studying you. You put your tongue in your cheek, thinking over his question. The vibe fit, maybe he was just into role-play and this is how he got off. And you did always love the vampire trope, the danger, the excitement, and the guy was hot and could pull it off. Deciding to play along, you leaned into him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I do.”

“I want to take you home.” he replied with a smirk. You felt a bubble of excitement in your stomach, remembering his confident reply from the night before that he could satisfy your needs. You let him tug your towards the exit, watching as he snapped his fingers at the coatcheck girl, something you normally would think was rude and absurd, but in the moment, it made you want him more. He helped you slide your coat on before taking your hand again, leading you outside to a car that was waiting.

There was a part of you that was screaming, this is stupid, so stupid! You don’t know this stranger! This is how people die! But there was something about this man that felt safe, deep down you knew you’d be okay.

You’d been distracted on the ride to his home, his lips on yours, his hand on your inner thigh, his fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your panties. You knew he could feel them getting wetter and wetter with every barely there stroke. But soon you were walking up stone steps to a large manor, being led into a gorgeous foyer with a large chandelier and faded, old marble flooring.

“Jesus, if I’d known I’d be coming to a home like this, I would’ve worn nicer clothes.” you joked, suddenly nervous and out of place feeling. The man took your coat off you, disappearing into a closet briefly before returning.

“You look just fine.” he replied, looking you up and down. You stepped under the chandelier, looking up at the sparkling crystals.

“I bet you have a library in here.” you hummed softly.

“You do?” the man raised his eyebrow as he watched you.

“Well, a real vampire living in a place like this? They’d definitely have a library.” you jokingly challenged him. He seemed committed to the act, his expression bored, but a small fire behind his eyes at your challenge.

“Follow me.” was all he said, before moving towards the staircase to the left of the foyer. You kept pace, your heels clacking and echoing loudly in the room as you moved. Halfway up, you paused, removing the shoes and carrying them in your hand. You followed him down a long hallway, a deep burgundy runner plush under your feet. The man stopped at a large door, waiting for you to catch up to him before turning the knob and pushing the door open, gesturing for you to step inside.

He followed closely behind, flicking on the lights. You looked around as your eyes adjusted to the new, soft glow of the lamp light. The room was large, almost too large to believably just be one room and not the whole house. Full bookshelves lined the walls, with large, picture windows between them, breaking up the dark wood.

“This is amazing.” you breathed, making your way over to the nearest shelf, starting to read the titles, trying to find one you may know. The man walked behind into the room behind you, moving towards a desk and leaning against it as he watched you, almost amusedly. It was the noise of the desk moving that brought you back into the moment, realizing what you came here for.

You ran your fingers across the spines of all the old books on the shelf absentmindedly as he watched you, and you felt yourself grow irritated as you thought of him. Him. You didn’t even know his name and you were at his home, willing to play vampire.

“You’re incredibly rude, you know.” you murmured, rolling your shoulders back.

“How so?” the man’s voice was smooth and even, as if he didn’t care, even if you were being serious.

“You haven’t told me your name.” you answered, throwing a glance over your shoulder as you pulled a book from it’s place and traced the indented words on the cover.

“My name is Joshua.” he answered like he was simply telling you the time of night. You snorted a laugh as you opened the book letting your eyes scan over the words on the pages, not remotely absorbing anything they fell over. “Something amusing to you?”

“That’s a shitty name.” you laughed, still focused on the book. “What vampire is named Joshua?”

“What’s wrong with Joshua?” he asked stiffly, his nostrils flaring as you continued to refuse eye contact, flipping to another page.

“It’s not remotely a cool name. Like, there are billions of options and you have the most basic, boring one.”

“I happen to like my name.” you continued talking over him, laughing still.

“It’s like I’m a broody, mysterious vampire….my name is Cody.” Suddenly the book was snatched from your hands and snapped shut so closely in front of your face you felt a breeze flutter across your cheeks. Josh was glowering down at you, his cheeks tinged pink and your giggles ceased in your throat. He moved the book back and lowered his face until the tip of his nose practically touched yours, his warm breath ghosting over your lips as you stared into his dark eyes.

“I’d be very, very careful about who you insult, love.” he warned, his voice stern as his hand took your waist and pulled your body flush to his once again. He ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth as he gave a wicked, malevolent smile as two points appeared on his top incisors.. “Some may not be as forgiving as I am.” his other hand was now free of the book, and slid behind your neck, moving your hair behind your back and cradling the back of your head so your neck was exposed to him.

‘Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Those have to be fake, right?’ You thought to yourself as you watched the lights of the room reflect off the pearly white fangs. You somehow were hallucinating, but you didn’t drink anything at the club, you didn’t take anything. Vampires weren’t real. They couldn’t be. And yet you quivered, a weight settling in your stomach that told you this was indeed very real as he watched your thoughts process on your face.

“A-are you going to kill me now?” you whimpered softly. The fear that now bubbled inside you made your blood run cold through your veins and set your body to start shaking. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk as he bent his head down, letting his warm breath cascade over your goose-pimpled skin.

“Is that what you want?” your breath caught in your throat at his words, the promise of death so close to you as his lips ghosted your jugular vein.

“No.” the word spilled from between your lips, and Josh smiled against your skin.

“Are you sure?” his tone was lightly mocking as he pressed a kiss to your throat, his lips soft and warm. “I could make it quick. Nearly painless.” you shook your head and he pulled you back upright. The adrenaline made you dizzy and you latched onto his shoulders. “Good, I have other plans for you.” in the blink of an eye, you were in a completely different room, being pressed against soft fabrics. Josh hovered over you, his breath fanning over your face.

Your hair had flown over your face from the sudden movements, and he reached up, brushing it away as you stared into his dark brown eyes. The feeling of his cool fingers left trails of heat across your skin and as your breathing picked up.

“Tell me, do you still want this?” Josh asked softly. “Still want me?” your brain finished his question ‘knowing what I am?’. You tried to calm your racing heart, thinking over his question. You shouldn’t. If this wasn’t some twisted wet dream, if this was really real, you should scream and run away. Yet within the span of a second, you leaned up, pressing your lips to his and humming when he kissed back with fervor. His thigh slotted between yours and ground against your core, causing you to gasp. Josh took the opportunity to lick into your mouth.

His kisses were rough and passionate, his lips never fully leaving yours as his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer. Your hands ran under his suit jacket, against the silk material of his dress shirt and you let your hands move up, rounding his shoulders and pushing the jacket back, urging him to take it off. He begrudgingly pulled away, tugging the sleeves off his arms and whipping the jacket across the room.

“You wanted to know if I could satisfy you, correct?” Josh dragged his nose across the hollow of your cheek, breathing in your scent. His hand was back on your inner thigh, rubbing firm strokes back and forth, inching closer to your core and teasing you. You swallowed thickly and nodded. “No love, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed. His lips captured your earlobe, and you felt his teeth gently nibble the soft flesh there.m, tugging at it. Your eyes closed, the shiver that cascaded down your back raising goosebumps on your skin.

“When you finish, I will drink from you.” you opened your eyes, gazing up at him. The tone he used to inform you of his plan did not waver, and yet there was a lilt of a question hiding in it. He was giving you the choice to say no right now. You mulled it over in your hazy state. He could drink from you, drain you dry and leave you to become a missing persons bulletin on the news. “I will not kill you, you have my word. As I have told you, I have other plans for you. I won’t repeat myself again.”

“Only if you can completely satisfy me.” you replied, hoping your nerves didn’t show in your attempt of a sultry voice, throwing him back some attitude. He pursed his lips, eyeing you. It was obvious he wasn’t used to any push back from previous partners, and you could tell by the twitch at the left corner of his lip, he was learning he liked it. At least, that’s what you were hoping. “If you can’t, you take me home and end up like the rest of them.”

“Pray-tell, what happens to the rest of your conquests?” Josh’s voice was low as he slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt. You watched him undress, exposing his chest to you as the shirt fell open under his hands. His body was lean and well toned, you had to fight the urge to reach out and splay your palm against one of his pectorals.

“We’ll have to see if you find out, won’t we?” you dared, watching him finally fully remove the silk from his upper body. His arms were as toned and muscular as his chest, and you found yourself watching as they flexed while he reached behind you, finding the zipper to your dress and slowly tugging it down the seam. Josh’s hands moved down tugging the material up your body and over your head, tossing the garment unceremoniously on the floor beside the bed. You were left in nothing but your panties, and he brushed your fallen hair away from your chest.

When his fingertips grazed the teardrop pendant, you swore you saw the ghost of a smile tug at his lips, but it was gone too soon in the pale lamplight to really tell. Josh’s hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, making a breath tumble from your lips. His fingers massaged the soft flesh and you let your head fall back.

One of his hands let go of your body, stretching behind you and dragging something down the bed. Slowly, his other palm, still resting under your breast, pushed you back, until your upper body was resting against a plush, soft pillow. Josh bent down, trailing hot, open mouth kisses down the valley between your breasts and smirking against your skin.

“I want you to watch me make you unravel, love.” he murmured gruffly against your skin. He continued his path down your middle, sucking a small bruise onto the skin of your hip as his lips met the hemline of your panties. You momentarily chided yourself in your head for your choice of basic cotton panties, instead of something lacy and sexy. It didn’t seem to matter to Josh, however, as he quickly tugged them down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room.

He bit his lower lip as his hands traveled back up your calves and over your knees, your legs falling open for him under the slight pressure of his palms. Josh leaned in, dragging the tip of his nose across your left thigh while his opposite hand made contact with your center.

“All of this for me?” he mused, dragging the tip of his middle finger gently up through your folds, collecting the wetness there. “Can’t say I’m surprised,” you started to roll your eyes but stopped as his finger started to rub slow, tantalizing circles over your clit. A moan tumbled from your lips as you watched his fingers movements. “You’re gonna watch me and be a good girl, yes?” you nodded. A swift smack sounded off the skin just above your mound. “You will use your voice when I speak to you.”

“Yes, Josh.” you swallowed. “I’m gonna watch like a good girl.” his eyes stayed on yours, making sure you saw as his finger left you, only to be replaced by his mouth. His tongue laid flat against you as he dragged it in a slow licking motion, your heart starting to beat wildly in your chest already when he began delving into short, rough licks through your pussy, circling your clit and giving it a harsh suck before soothing it with a softer lick.

He adjusted himself on the bed, laying flat, wrapping his arms under and around your legs, fingers digging into your thighs as he held your legs open as they shook around his head. He began alternating between wide, flat laps of his tongue and sucking on your clit, his fingers joining in on the torture as he inserted two into you, pumping in and out. Your body jolted as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that delicate sweet spot no one else had quite been able to reach before.

“Josh,” you breathed a she continued his actions, your hips starting to move against his face, rolling through the currents of pleasure that were building and building inside of you.

“Not such a bad name after all, hm?” he responded, taking a moment to smirk at you before reattaching his lips to you. You calling out his name somehow made him come back even more fervently, his fingers picking up a quicker, rougher pace as his mouth worked you over double time. You could feel your stomach start to shudder, your hips starting to buck against him as his one strong arm held you in place. Reaching you, you tangled your fingers in his curls, looking for something to hold onto as you felt your body give in to him fully, your orgasm crashing down on you like a tidal wave. He continued his ministrations, slowing down until he withdrew his fingers altogether, wrapping his arm around your leg again.

As you cried out, fingers clutching into his chestnut hair as his dug into your thighs, you felt the drag of his lips leaving your pussy and moving to your inner thigh. In your bliss, you had forgotten the deal you made. You sat up, Josh’s eyes still trained on yours as you watched him smirk and bite down on the flesh of your inner thigh. A sharp gasp rushed from your throat as you felt the burning sensation of the bite, the blood being pulled from you and into Josh’s waiting mouth.

“Fuck!” you cried, all of the endorphins and adrenaline in your body combining, making you feel dizzy. A humming laugh came from Josh’s throat, as you fell back on the bed, your breathing labored more than it was before.

He didn’t drink for long, or maybe he did. You were so far gone it could’ve been hours before he lifted his lips from you, it could’ve been seconds. You felt him drag his tongue along your thigh slowly, cleaning any spilled drops before he reached for his shirt on the bed, staining the beautiful white silk with your red blood as he wiped his mouth.

“I don’t know which tasted better,” Josh hummed, tossing the shirt like a rag over his shoulder, leaning forward and hovering over you. His hands were on either side of your head, his eyes gazing intensely down at you. “your blood or your pussy.”

You wanted to give him a witty reply, say something snarky to wipe that smirk off his face. You knew it would be meaningless though. You’d both gotten the end of the deal you wanted. You raised up a tired hand, letting the tips of your fingers rest on his cheek, parting your lips to speak. He cut you off quietly before you could get a syllable out.

“You need rest.” he instructed. “Sleep, and I’ll see to it you get home safely when you awake.” protest bubbled at your lips but your eyelids were too heavy to try and argue. As your eyes fully closed, you felt your body moving, soft, light fabric being pulled over you body before a heavier fabric settled around you. “Goodnight, love.”

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Sugar (part 18)

Warnings: language, angst, crying, discussions of pregnancy, etc.

“Josh?” you call out again, half expecting Jake to come through the balcony door to further complicate things. Thankfully, he stays put. For now, anyway. He never was any good at knowing what was best for him.

The hotel room is still dark, but the sliver of light shining beneath the bathroom door guides your step. You knew he’d still be here, Jake likes to run away from his problems with a dramatic exit. Josh likes to hide, but in a different way. He folds in on himself; self-isolates in order to curl up intimately with his sorrow, uninterrupted.

“Hey…” you tap softly on the door without trying the handle. It will be unlocked, you know…he would never shut you out.

You're met with quiet, but push the door open anyway to find him seated on the toilet, lid down, legs pretzeled up like a child. Tears are rivering down his flushed cheeks, and when he looks up at you, his eyes are wide and bloodshot - searching your face for answers.

“Does he really feel that way?” the question breaks pitifully. “Does he think that? That I stand in the sun and leave him in the dark? I don’t want him to think that. I don’t want him to feel that.”

Well. You hadn’t seen this coming. If he heard that, he heard what came after…he just doesn’t seem to care all that much.

“Josh,” you whisper, crouching down in front of him, cupping his cheek. “I don’t know. If he does, it isn’t your fault. You’re good to him. You’re so good to him. To both of us.”

This only serves to upset him further somehow, “Yeah, but the things he said…I never knew I made him feel that way. I love him, I love him so fucking much. To think about him…” he drifts into heavier tears, hanging his head in his hands.

“C’mon, baby…” you soothe, running your fingers through his curls in the way that always helps to calm him. “He’s gonna be okay, and…”

It’s his turn to take your face in his gentle grip. “You don’t understand, mama. You don’t get it. He’s my brother…my twin fucking brother. We’re the same. He’s inside my head, I’m inside his. He moves, I move, he hurts, I hurt. Why didn’t I see it? I left him alone with it and I hate myself for it.”

“Listen to me…” you take a firm tone with him, the one that can usually break through when his mind becomes a wasteland of chaos. “Jake is fine.” It’s a lie, Jake isn’t fine at all, but Josh is beside himself with grief, and he is the one in front of you, and you’re just so damn angry with Jake. “You can’t blame yourself for the way Jake feels. And….”

You pause to collect your thoughts, but your apology trembles out on a quiet sob all the same. “And, I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry you had to hear that, I fucking hate it. I don’t even know why I said it to begin with, it isn’t true.”

The smallest hint of a smile feathers over his lips for a blink, like he’s grateful for this lie even though he doesn’t plan to swallow it. “It is true, mama…and that’s okay.”

“No…” you shake your head but he stops you with the pad of his thumb pressed to your lips.

“I worry for him. His heart is much softer than mine, though nobody seems to ever see it. He can’t lose you, love.”

Hurt seizes your heart, twisting and squeezing unmercifully. The pain blooms out of your chest on clawing, ripping, fingers, traveling through your system like a disease. “And you can?”

He looks at you like he can feel the agony spider-cracking along inside you…like he wants to take it from you and bear it himself. “I believe I would fare better than my brother, sweet girl. Can’t you feel the way he loves you?”

Your bottom lip quivers and your palm twitches with the urge to strike him. To slap and scratch at his lovely face until he stops saying things that make you wish you could climb into the bathtub and melt into nothingness against the cool, white, porcelain.

“Don’t you love me that way, too?” You loathe yourself in this moment for the needy lilt that curves your question up at its tail.

“Can I tell you a story?” He asks, circling his thumbs at your temples. You both register and ignore the sound of the door opening and closing. Jake has gone.

“No,” you look away, ashamed to meet his eyes for some inexplicable reason.

“Hey…” he soothes. “Just listen.”

He waits for your nearly imperceptible nod and then begins.

“When we were younger and Jake started growing his hair longer, he was kind of going through a stage at the same time. He was just a real prick, like, all the time. Just a fuckin’ asshole, right?”

“I know this story,” you remind him. “And I hate it, it makes me sad.”

“You only know some of this story.” He pulls you in until your forehead is resting gently on his knee. “So he’s just a walking dick, challenging this, questioning that, quick with whatever dumb remark from behind that stupid mop of hair, blah blah blah, you know? And one day he says something shitty to my dad and Kelly just wasn’t havin’ it. Drags him outside and shaves his head…”

“Like I said,” you interrupt. “Sad.”

He ignores you and plows on. “Well, I was furious. Just completely out of my head livid. Mom wouldn’t let me go downstairs…which was probably good, because I’d have done something ridiculous like jump on my dad’s back and he would’ve just promptly kicked my ass.”

You laugh lightly, which, given the circumstances, astounds you.

“But, I just couldn’t let it go. I was so angry. I hated my dad that night…and I hated him a little more when Jake finally slunk into our room, silent and defeated. He wouldn’t even look at me, just fell down onto his bed and cried.”

The pain you feel on Jake’s behalf draws a choked sob out of your lungs.

“So there I went, stomping down the stairs to find Kelly. Dead set on unloading on him. I wanted him to know what a fucking piece of shit I thought he was. I wanted to make him feel small. I wanted him to hate what he’d done. I wanted him to go upstairs and beg for Jake’s forgiveness just so I could watch my brother tell him to go to hell. God, I was pissed…”

He trails off, remembering.

“I found him at the kitchen table with a mostly untouched bottle of beer in front of him, and wasted no time. ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ I said…I’ll never forget that, because as soon as I spoke the words, I wanted to run.”

His hands are dragging through your hair now, babying you into a strange calm that doesn’t feel all that calming.

“He slid that bottle of beer at me and gestured for me to have a pull on it. Like he was proud of me for standing up to him or something. Once I’d taken a drink, he took it back and said something that settled inside me like concrete. He said; I’ll tell you who I think I am…I’m his father, and it’s my job to make sure he doesn’t grow up to be a fucking idiot. That’s what I did today. You, on the other hand, are his brother, and it’s your job to watch out for him in a completely different way. So while you’re down here busting my balls, Jake’s upstairs nursing some hurt. You tell me where you belong tonight.”

Silence creeps into the space around you for a few beats and then his voice is filling it once again.

“I didn’t say a word to my dad. I just turned and went back the way I came…crawled beside Jake in his bed and held his hand like I used to do when we were really little and the storms got out of hand in the summer. Don’t you see, mama? It’s my job to make sure he’s okay. He needs you to make a choice, and he wouldn’t survive it mentally if you chose me. So, if he needs a decision that badly, I’ll make it for you.”

You pull away, suddenly furious “And what about me? What about your obligations to me? Don’t you love me? Don’t you even fucking care? You loved me enough to share me with him because you knew I loved him too, and…”

“I did it for him.” He confesses quietly. “If it had just been you that loved him, I would’ve pretended not to see it, I think. It was him wanting you, for the most part. That’s why. I could feel his pain, and I couldn’t stand it.”

It would hurt less if he had hauled off and hit you. “Fuck you. Fuck you both.”

“Come on, love…” he winces, reaching out for you only to be swatted away.

He babbles on while you yank a complimentary robe around yourself, but you aren’t listening, and he knows better than to follow you when you storm out, slamming the door behind you for good measure.

The halls are silent as you wander them, playing a little game with yourself as a distraction…ever a child hiding beneath her bed. You make up scenarios for the slumbering guests behind each door you pass.

Mr. and Mrs. Papadakis are resting behind door number 229, having recently sold their taverna in SoHo to move to Colorado in order to be closer to their daughter and newly born grandson. Mrs. Papadakis is secretly excited to learn to ski.

Mr. Jericho lies awake in 301, unable to sleep without the soft snores of his wife beside him. He is away on business for a job he despises…but there is a mortgage to pay, for the house that she loves.

Nick and Brooke have finally fallen asleep after keeping half of the fourth floor awake all evening. She has stolen away for the night, eager to tangle up with her soulmate after a long week with a husband she can’t remember ever loving.

And door number 516. Behind this door you’ll find a barely awake drummer watching his friend pound whiskey with a surly expression etched into his features. He doesn’t know how to help, so he opts to offer silent companionship.

You know he’s in there, and you know this because, had you been the first to leave, you’d have gone directly to Danny. He is a safe place to land, always.

Instead, you pad further down the hall and knock on Sam’s door. To your surprise, he opens up almost immediately, as if he has been standing on the other side in the hopes of a visitor.

Your eyebrows raise in question.

“Daniel called when Jake went to get ice. I figured you’d be around sooner or later.” He explains, widening the door for you to step inside.

“You know they’ve got 24 hour room service here?” He asks, animated excitement coloring his words. “Annnd they’ve got strawberry ice cream…our favorite! You want?”

As you sink down into the couch, you’re suddenly ravenous, “Yes, please…and tea, do they have anything herbal?”

He grabs the menu and scans it rapidly, “Mhmm, they have a chamomile lavendar mix. Try that one with me?”

You nod, welcoming the thought of a steaming cup of tea warming your hands.

After placing the order he plops down beside you. “I won’t bother you, if you just needed somewhere quiet to hide, but if you want to bash my brothers, you’ve come to the right place.”

“Sammy,” you smile, dropping you head onto his shoulder. “You know I love you, right? I don’t say it enough.”

“All the ladies love Sam.” He teases, bouncing his shoulder to shake your head around gently.

“What am I gonna do?” With your timid question come the tears again.

“What is it, doll?” He pulls you in, rocking you back and forth tenderly. “What have they done to my favorite girl?”

“I think I’m pregnant.” It rushes out of you before you have time to think it through, but that’s likely for the best.

“I know.” He answers casually.

“Danny?”

“No, you know that ass could carry a secret to his grave. I just kind of put two and two together at the party. I’m not as dumb as I look, you know?”

You pat his chest and nestle down until you can hear the soothing patter of his heartbeat.

“You say you think,” he muses quietly. “Does that mean you haven’t taken a test yet? Seen a doctor?”

You shake your head and toy with a button on his shirt.

“And if you were to take a test?” He prods along. “What outcome would you be hoping for? And don’t say you don’t know, because that’s bullshit and you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

“I don’t want a baby right now.” You speak the truth in a guilty whisper. “For so, so many reasons.”

“Okay, so if things turn out…” he falters, searching for understanding phrasing. “If this doesn’t go your way, we can just…I mean, you don’t have to…I, I’d even go with you if you wanted…”

He stumbles over himself endearingly, trying his best to be there for you however you need.

“Samuel.” You smile, though he can’t see your face. “You’re the sweetest Kizska, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Smartest? Sexiest? Funniest? Most talented? Yes. Sweetest?” He hums, as though searching his memory. “Also yes. So, tell me something I don’t know, damn.”

He’s only kidding, but you take his comment at face value and actually tell him something he doesn’t know. “Jake wants me to choose between him and Josh. Says he can’t do it anymore…and Josh said…”

Fresh sobs steal your breath and you can’t finish your thought.

“He wants you to choose Jake, right?” Sam asks like it should be obvious.

Pulling yourself into a sitting position, you search his face, “How did you know? Have you talked about this with him? Tell me what he said…”

He shakes his head and starts to speak, but there a swift knock on the door followed by an unfamiliar voice announcing room service.

“One second.” He holds a finger up to you and snatches up his discarded jeans that rest in a wrinkled heap on the floor. He digs around in the pockets for a few bills, produces a couple of twenties and hurries to receive the food and tip the man who has delivered it.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He warns, handing you your tea. “Careful, it’s cold.” He adds, just to be dumb, handing you a bowl of strawberry ice cream.

You both quietly tuck into your bowls. Swirling the icy treat around in your mouth you consider the youngest Kiszka before you. He sees much more than he’s ever given credit for.

“S’good.” He grins through a mouthful.

You hum in agreement and take a sip of your tea. It’s always been something you’ve enjoyed; piping hot tea paired with something cold. It’s the play on sensation for you…a strange habit most hook an eyebrow at.

“How did you know?” You ask finally. “That Josh asked me to choose Jake?”

“Dunno.” He shrugs mildly and discards his empty bowl, sipping at his flowery tea. “He’s always been that way. Josh puts Jake first. That’s just the way it is.”

You stare at the wall over your mug, contemplating.

“It’s like this…I know my brother loves me. He’d do anything for me - and I for him - but if there were two bullets, one speeding towards me, and the other at Jake…he’d step in front of Jake. Wouldn’t even be a question.”

“Am I the bullet here?” You sound as small as you feel.

“Yes.” He nods, “I suppose you are, and Josh is stepping in front of Jake…but listen, doll, you can’t talk Josh out of that. You’re banging your head against a brick wall if you try.”

“But why do I have to choose at all?” You’re crying again, and Sam eases the cup from your hand to pull you into his arms. “Jake is fucking everything up!”

“Is he?” He smooths his slender fingers over your shoulders. “Are you going to tell me you didn’t see this coming? Always thought you were smarter than that.”

“What?” You flinch in confusion. You expected him to be on your side.

“This shit was never gonna work long term. I mean, come on.”

“Why not?” You huff, feeling juvenile.

“There’s about a million reasons.” He tugs on your hair teasingly. “How much time ya got?”

“We could though.” You argue, tears streaking down your face and soaking his shirt. “The three of us. We could make it work. You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like with us.”

“It isn’t good for Jake.” He whispers, sounding wrecked with soft emotion. “He loves you like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s like you’re god to him. It hurts him to share you, to know that it isn’t only him in your heart. Even if it is Josh he’s sharing space with.”

Now you’re a little angry, but maybe just because it’s easier to be angry than devastated. “He knew what he was getting into when…”

“Hey.” Sammy stops you, and you’re glad for it. “He was taking what he could get. That’s all. Stolen moments were better than nothing at all.”

“I love him that way too.” You breathe the truth and feel a hint lighter, but not by much. “But I love Josh, so, so much. I can’t lose him.”

“Then you won’t.” He sounds so confident it’s nearly irritating. “It’ll just be different.”

You push off of him and curl into a ball in the corner of the couch, ignoring the way the fabric, that’s cheaper than it looks, scratches at your tear-stained cheek. “I don’t want it to be different.”

“I guess it really isn’t up to you though, is it?” He points out. He’s right, but you abhor it just as well. “Those two shits have always been good at forcing someone’s hand.”

“I’ll leave.” You threaten, staring daggers at the wall, as if the bland patterned wallpaper is the enemy. “I will. I’ll just pack my shit and go. I won’t choose.”

“No, you won’t.” He calls your bluff, patting your shin. “You’re not a coward. I love that about you.”

The blare of the phone trilling to life on the nightstand makes you jump out of your skin, but Sam seems to have been expecting it as he saunters over to grab up the receiver. “Yep, go ahead and send him up, thank you.”

“Postmates.” He clarifies when you fix him with a confused stare. “Front desk just wanted the okay to send them up.” He peers through a sliver in the curtains without bothering to move them aside. “I hate this time of night, when it’s just crossing over into day. Nothing feels real.”

“Postmates?” You question, ignoring his comment about the stretch just before dawn, though you agree with him.

“Walgreens.” He tosses out casually. “Pregnancy test. I got a couple. Thought I’d take one too. Wonder what’ll happen? What if mine is positive? I’m gonna name it Harold if its a boy.”

With a giggle that feels out of place, you briefly recall him fiddling around on his phone a little while ago and the pieces fall in line.

You’re thinking about thanking him, for being so kind, for taking care of you tonight, for just being him, but a knock sounds at the door before you get the chance.

“Pregnancy tests all around!” He announces with a clap, as if he’s buying drinks for an entire bar.

When he comes back, he hands you a box, and takes one for himself. You peer down at the blissful looking airbrushed woman on the front, who is cradling an incredibly obvious baby bump. “Well, if this idiot needed a test to tell her she’s pregnant, I fear for the safety and intelligence of her unborn child.”

He nods down at his test in solemn concurrence and then sighs, “Alright, me first. I can’t take the waiting game any longer.” He treads off in the direction of the bathroom. “All this, am I? Aren’t I? Ughhhhh….”

The door closes softly behind him as he gives you a few moments to yourself. Which, you know without a doubt, is the whole reason he chose to go first with his bogus test. Sweetheart.

A few minutes go by, and he’s striding back into the room. “Triplets. Can you believe it?”

“Shut up.” You smile softly.

He drops the comedy act and returns your smile. “You ready? You don’t have to take it now. I just wanted you to have it…for whenever.”

“No. I’m ready.” You stand and cinch your robe a little tighter just for something to do with your hands. “Gonna go pee on a stick. You Kiszkas really know how to party.”

“Duh.” He grins, desperately trying to keep the mood light for you as you disappear into the bathroom.

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gardensgatekeeper · 6 months

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Angel Straight from Hell - Part 2

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of infidelity, jealousy, angst, fingering, (slight) overstimulation, degradation. Pure filth. As always, let me know if I missed any!

If you haven't already, make sure to read Part 1!

Update: All parts of this story have been combined and posted here!

As soon as the two of you got home, Jake dropped his keys in the bowl by the front door before heading upstairs. Of course, you followed hot on his trail, still trying to explain yourself but all you were met with was a soft, emotionless, “I don’t want to talk about it tonight Y/N.” The way he said your name instead of the way he always used some version of a pet name stung worse than it should have. You knew he had to be feeling something – anger, jealousy, sadness – but he was just calm. He entered the bathroom attached to the bedroom, locking himself in for a few minutes to get ready for bed. You paced outside the door, wondering if you had completely ruined the only good thing in your life. Had you selfishly thrown away a perfectly good relationship for one night of pleasure?

Jake soon emerged and walked past you as he made his way to the bed, setting his phone on the charger on the nightstand. “Jake.” you whispered out again, “Please talk to me.” This time, he did, turning towards you ever so slightly, which got your hopes up just a little. Truthfully, you’d take him yelling and throwing things over this deafening silence any day. “Goodnight Y/N.” He said as he flipped the light off, leaving you standing in the now dark room. Your heart sank to the floor as the tears began to stream down your face. How were you going to fix this?

Your head hung low as you walked out into the hallway, opting to sleep on the couch tonight because the thought of sleeping next to someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with you was just too painful to bear. Luckily, you had just done laundry earlier that day, so you headed back downstairs to grab a change of clothes before making your way to your makeshift bed for the evening.

You heard your phone ding nearby, only then remembering dropping it in the bowl with Jake’s keys earlier. When you checked the notification, you saw a text from an unsaved number.

Unknown: Hey it’s Danny. Got your number from Josh. How are things?

You: He won’t talk to me. I really fucked up. I shouldn’t have done it and I don’t know how I’m gonna fix it.

Danny: It was a mutual decision Y/N, we were both in the wrong. Just let him sleep it off. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Get some rest.

You sighed, dropping your phone back on the entryway table before dropping face first on the couch. The guilt and regret was eating you alive as you cried yourself to sleep, wishing there was any way you could go back in time and fix things.

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The next morning, you woke up confused as you were no longer on the couch, but back in your bed. Your heart panged a bit as you turned to find the empty spot next to you neatly made up. As your senses began to wake up, you smelled coffee brewing, immediately hopping out of bed to find Jake standing in front of the bay window watching the sun slowly peek over the trees in the backyard. He must have heard you come downstairs as he gently spoke up, his voice almost sounding foreign as you hadn’t heard it in so long. “Poured you a cup. Two sugars and a dash of creamer, just how you like it.” You muttered a “Thank you.” before finding the mug sitting on the counter by the coffee pot.

Walking over to him, you sat your mug down on the side table before turning to him. “Jake, about last night…” You started. “Am I not good enough for you anymore?” He whispered out, his words stabbing through your heart like a sword. “Jake, no. No, that’s not it at all. I just, I don’t know, I was drunk and I know that’s not an excuse but you were busy and it just happened. I’m sorry Jake, I wish I could take it back, I really do. I fucked up and I shouldn’t have done it. I’m sorry.”

He was silent for a moment as if taking in your words to determine his next response. “Is that what you really wanted though? With Danny?” an unknown tone lacing his words.

“It’s not something I planned on happening, but it just did.”

“That’s not what I’m asking. Did you enjoy it?” He asked.

Oh. Unsure of exactly what he was getting at, you decided to tread lightly to test the waters. “I mean it was good, but nothing compared to you Jake. Nobody could ever make me feel as good as you do.” You replied honestly.

He shifted towards you, setting his coffee mug beside yours. You held your breath as you had no idea what his next move was going to be. Taking you completely off guard, Jake moved his hand to ghost ever so slightly over the top of the waistband of your shorts. His hands worked their way in, sliding his fingers over your core as you shuddered against his touch. Without warning, he slipped a finger in, a shaky gasp leaving your lips.

“Like this?” Your eyes were screwed shut but you could still sense the smirk on his face. “Jake.” you quietly moaned out, gripping his arm for support. Knowing he had you under his spell, he inserted another finger and your knees almost buckled when he began to curl them inwards. “Fuck!”

“I bet he doesn’t know all your favorite spots like I do.” Taking his other free hand, he lifted up your shirt before taking your left exposed nipple in his hand, twisting and pulling it until they were rock hard. You gasped out in a mix of pain and pleasure when he latched on, gently biting down on the sensitive bud for a moment before his lips ghosted your ear. “Doesn’t know that you’re an absolute whore for me. For my fingers. Isn’t that right?” You could hear the snarky tone that laced his words. Is he jealous?

“Only for you Jake. Please don’t stop.” You begged, already feeling the familiar pressure building in your core. “Oh trust me angel, you’ll be begging me to stop soon enough.” He continued curling his fingers around your bundle of nerves until cried out as you reached your high. But he kept going, teetering you on the edge of overstimulation. “C’mon, give me another one. Show me how sorry you are. Cum for me again like the desperate whore you are.” He demanded, not slowing down. Moments later you were gasping out as another orgasm ripped through you. “I can’t…Jake…” You failed to formulate a full sentence, but he knew. He withdrew his fingers, a quiet whimper escaping your mouth from the empty feeling. You were still holding on to his arm, barely able to keep yourself up as your legs felt like jelly.

You looked up at Jake as he brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean of your release. “Tastes like heaven.” Your mind clouded with thoughts as you immediately remembered the same words muttered by his best friend and bandmate just the night before.

Snap out of it Y/N, that’s what got you in trouble in the first place!

“Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” He smirked as he scooped you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom upstairs, running a warm bath with your favorite lavender soaks. You sighed in complete relaxation from the warm water but also feeling like things were okay again with Jake. He sat beside you, the two of you just enjoying each other's company without needing to speak. You noticed he was checking his phone quite a bit, assuming it was probably one of the guys since they had a shared group chat to discuss all things band related. Or by the smirk on his face, maybe one of them sent something funny? Whatever the reason was, you decided to shut your eyes and just relax for a few more minutes.

That was, until he spoke up again. "By the way, we're having company tonight."

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1-800-dk · 2 years

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Arguments with seventeen

ft; jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo

requested? yes

angst; fluff? I'm sorry I got carried away w wonu

not proofread !

jeonghan ...

arguments with jeonghan rarely happened, but when they did there was a reason. I see him as someone who can be very stubborn during arguments, and will usually argue in order to make his point clearer to the other person, if he had started the argument he would apologize first but if it were you who had started the argument he's not gonna be the one to apologize first!

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the tension between the two of you was thick and palpable. it hung in the air, almost stifling at times. you could feel your skin crawling with irritation at his constant staring, but you knew that if you said anything out loud you'd only make things worse.

"I didn't mean to upset you," he finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry," he spoke again

you gave a nod in response, not bothering to look at him. he sighed before giving you one last glance before standing from where he was sat down on the sofa. he made his way into the kitchen, presumably to make some tea for the both of you. you took this moment to sit there, trying not to think about why you were even in this situation to begin with.

after a few minutes or so of sitting in the living room you got up and went into the kitchen as well. wrapping your arms around his waist. you rested your chin on top of his shoulder and he stiffened immediately after. "i love you" you reassured him.

he turned around and cupped your face in his hands. he brought your forehead together and leaned forward pressing your lips against his. it was sweet and gentle. "i love you too"

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joshua ...

again; arguments with joshua are rare. even rarer than jeonghan but i see joshua as a very calm and collected, he doesnt lose his temper or raise his voice and instead, he listens to your side and tries to see what your perspective is and how it could be improved. he's never been one to judge you for being upset!! he's someone who always tries to apologize first! arguments with him usually end in hugs joshua is a very great communicator

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joshua was nodding along as you explained your side of the argument and why you had gotten so upset with him . he just nodded, his face unreadable and didn't reply right away when you finished speaking.

"are you still listening to me?" you asked looking at him a little worried that maybe you'd said something wrong, "it's stupid I know" you spoke quickly. "no, it's not" he shook his head quickly then cleared his throat, "you made some valid points" he stated calmly.

"i thought so" you smiled lightly. "but i'm sorry if i upset you" he continued. "it's okay!" you replied with an easy smile on your lips. "come here," he said taking one of your hands in his own, pulling you closer to him.

you moved closer, standing on your toes until you could rest your forehead against his. He sighed slightly, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry too," you added softly after a few moments. josh tilted his head slightly so that he could kiss you gently, both of his hands moving up into your hair. "it's over with now"

wonwoo...

ah wonu,, in my opinion this man views arguments as pointless. so when they do happen they come off as a nuisance to him. he gets annoyed by them and just ends up being more irritable, so sometimes he can come off as cold during arguments. which isn't the case, though with that being said most of the times he's quiet and will let you argue with the wall. it's not that he doesn't care about your feelings because he does. he just doesn't think arguing with him is a good way to let your feelings be known. he almost never apologizes first; he waits until you've calmed down and apologized to him before he manages to apologize to you and make it up to you! arguments with him end in kisses 9 times out of 10

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"of course! you're not even listening to me wonwoo, you're just staring at the wall!"

wonwoo turned around, a scowl already forming on his face. your voice carried throughout the room and he was trying very hard to ignore you . he wasn't particularly fond of the sound of your voice. it made him feel as though his ears were going to explode any second now. he was irritated and you could tell by the look in his eyes. you gave up on him when he started walking away from you.

you stood there for a moment before throwing your hands into the air and making your way over to your bedroom door you cleared your throat, he didn't bother looking back at you as he started typing something into his phone.

your fingers tapped against the wood nervously. you wanted so badly to talk to him but you knew that he needed space right now. you decided to leave him alone. you slowly shut your door behind you before going to sit on your bed the sound of music filled your esrs. he was probably playing a game again.

it had been around an hour later when you finally got up and went into the living room to where he was sat. he seemed to be engrossed in whatever he was doing and you walked around to him to sit in his lap

he jumped a little when you took his hand, looking up at you he smiled slightly before turning his attention back to his game. "m sorry wonwoo..." you sighed , wrapping your arms around his neck. he hummed and put his controller on the table before putting his free arm around you. "are you okay?" you asked softly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before pulling away.

he nodded, smiling a little. "i am...just really stressed out lately." you nodded "is there anyway I can help?" he grinned "i think some kisses would help"

you giggled and kissed him lightly. you moved so your back was resting on the sofa and sat with your legs wrapped around his waist, he smiled and kissed you once more, this time moving his hands to rest on your waist after awhile he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours "i love you"

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losfacedevil · 1 year

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Good Morning Dad// J.M.K

a/n ~ Just some short, soft, sweet dad Josh thoughts I couldn’t get out of my head and felt the urge to share!

The soft pitter pattering of little feet barreling down the hallway woke Josh from his slumber. A sigh slipped past his lips as he stretched his back out, sending tingles down his spine as his eyes fluttered open. Rolling on his side he propped himself up on his arm as he watched the door that was about to fly open.

As if on cue the doorknob started jiggling, his son struggling to disengage the mechanism and open the door. He could hear her giggling, trying to calm their sons excitement to break into their bedroom.

“Daddy’s still sleeping, baby.” She cooed, trying to quiet the child down. “It’s okay, I’m up.” Josh called, running a hand through the wild chestnut brown hair that sat in a poof atop his head. A squeal erupted from the little boy at the sound of his fathers voice, bringing his fists up and banging on the door as loudly as he could.

Josh couldn’t help but chuckle as his wife shushed the boy once more, finally pushing open the door and letting him inside. The little boy bolted over to Josh, a smile plastered on his face as excited squeals escaped him. He jumped twice, landing hard enough to shake the entire house before throwing the Barney stuffed animal he had over Josh and slammed his hands down on the bed, using the momentum from his jump to climb up on Josh.

A pained groan escaped him as the little boy straddled Josh’ hips, settling himself on his lap. He reached over and propped his Barney up just right on the pillows, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips as he leaned forward, putting all of his weight on Josh. The smile fell off the boys face as he looked at his hands, a look of concentration engulfing his features.

He turned them palm side up where they rested on Josh’ stomach, cupping them together - right over the left- before pulling his right hand up to his chin and slowly drawing it back to the left.

“Good,” Josh encouraged vocalizing the sign he just used and earned himself brief eye contact with his son as he watched him. The little boy slotted his right hand into the crease of his left elbow before slowly raising his left hand up slightly.

“Morning.” A smile spread across Josh’s’ face as his son slid his right hand back out from his elbow, fanning his fingers before bringing it to his forehead, pressing his thumb to his forehead and pulling it outwards.

“Dad? Good morning, dad?” Josh’s’ eyes grew wide, darting over to where his wife stood, hand covering her mouth as she reveled in the moment, a curt nod her only response.

“Good morning, peanut.” Josh cooed, smiling up at the boy whose gaze was holding Josh’s, something rare and celebrated in the Kiszka household. Josh wrapped his arms around the little boy pulling him down against his chest in a hug that caused a fit of giggles to escape the boy.

“He was so excited to show you what we’ve been working on. He’s been trying so hard all week to string the words together.” She spoke from the door, watching as their son cuddled up against Josh’s’ side.

Tears welled in Josh’s eyes as he pressed a kiss to the little boys forehead, giggles erupting from him as he snuggled farther into Josh’s side. His little boy looked up at him, raising his right hand once more to create the sign for ‘dad’ and giggling as Josh pushed his bottom lip out in a pout.

“Five years old and that’s the first time he’s called me dad.” A chuckle slipped past his lips as he realized tears were pooling in his eyes, reaching up quickly to wipe them away before he saw.

“Better late than never.” She spoke from the doorway, turning on her heel and leaving them alone.

“You make daddy so proud, do you know that?” He cooed, poking his finger into his sons side. He giggled as he sat up, leaning the top of his head towards Josh - his way of asking for a kiss - before hopping off the bed and bolting towards the door. He stopped short, turning back to Josh and waved, quickly bringing his hand up to sign ‘dad’ for a third time that morning.

Josh chuckled sitting up as he watched the boy bolt in the direction of the kitchen. A chill ran down Josh’s spine as he stood, reaching for his phone on the beside table and stepping towards the window in their shared room glancing out over the yard before making his way into the kitchen.

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kassiekole22 · 1 year

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My Murderer

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Pairing: Josh Washington X Fem!Reader Description: You are at a party, where someone — who you thought could do no wrong — shows you their true colors. Warnings: Violence, Gore, Reader Is In Serious Danger. (Extra Warning: This may be triggering for some people.) Word Count: 1k Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Josh's Angels: @lorebite, @house-of-kolchek, @kawaiiwitch224, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @mornandil, @fortune-fool02, @raven-the-cryptid, @chaosandbubbles. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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When I first saw that face, never would I have thought that he would be the man to attempt to seal my fate — never would I have thought that he would lure me into his web of lies and prey upon me like a spider hunting a butterfly. He was so patient — so calm; he knew exactly what he was doing.

But I wouldn't have changed a thing, nonetheless.

Eyes with a twinkle that would pull you into a trance at first glance, a smile as warm as the morning sun and as inviting as a hot cup of coco on a cold winter's day; it was so hard to resist.

We had first met a couple of weeks ago, but the last time he approached me was at a party that was thrown at my friend's house. It was so hard to hear over the loud music and the people chatting away, so he suggested that we go to a bedroom to talk in private. It was an obvious trap — I know — but there was just something about him that made me trust every word he said.

I followed him up the stairs and to the bedroom, like a lost soul following the reaper after death. Once the door shut and locked behind us, something shifted in his once bright eyes. They grew dark with an evil that was unexplainable. I felt my heart stammer so hard against my chest that it felt as if it was trying to break through my ribcage to escape. But there was no escape.

Or so I thought.

He pulled out a pocket knife as a crooked grin grew on his once pleasant face, distorting his beautiful features and showing his true form; the devil always hides behind beauty to trick you into succumbing to your fate — a fate that is unfair under a righteous eye.

He approached me and I backed up until the wall behind me blocked my way. He spoke the words, "I'll make it painless." but the words were blocked out by the sound of my beating heart ringing in my ears.

I knew who he really was. I heard about him on the news — how he would lure people into his traps and stab them in their hearts, just to see how far the blood would splatter. He was a ruthless killer and nothing more — not the man I thought him to be.

He came within a foot of me and gently placed his palm against my trembling lips, silencing my quiet cries. I felt his breath — which was tainted by the putrid smell of alcohol — fan my face as he leaned closer, trapping me between the wall and his form. He drew the hand that held the knife back, getting ready to strike. So I closed my eyes, and prayed that somebody — anybody would find me. Or if not, that it would be quick — that I would be spared from a slow and painful death.

But just as I expected to feel the cold sting of metal cutting through my flesh and the warmth of my blood flowing down my torso, the bedroom door flung open. My eyes shot open and he turned around with a shocked expression upon his demented face.

Josh stood in the doorway with a key within his grip. I was surprised that he knew — that he knew I needed him. It was as if my prayers had been answered. The look of shock quickly faded away from his face as it was replaced with pure rage. In a matter of seconds, Josh slammed the door behind him and approached the man at a speed that seemed supernatural. Before I knew it, Josh had the man by the throat, pinning him to the bed while growling every nasty threat that came to his mind as he squeezed the life out of him.

The man still put up a good fight, and I could tell that Josh was struggling a bit to hold him down. It was when he gestured down to the floor where the knife now laid, that I got the idea he was conjuring.

I grabbed the knife and didn't hesitate to plunge it into the heart of the man. He gasped for breaths as he clawed at Josh, desperate to get away and seek the help that all of his victims once prayed for — much like I did moments ago.

It felt so good — so satisfying to stab him with his own knife, like killing a knight with his own sword. I smiled down at him as blood leaked from his mouth. He was dying, but slowly; just like his victims.

My eyes then met with Josh's. His calming green orbs focused on mine for a moment. It was as if he was speaking to me with them, telling me how sorry he was that I had to experience such a thing — telling me that he would take this little secret to the grave and protect me with every fiber of his being.

He made me feel safe.

"Go," he spoke calmly, letting go of the weakened man beneath him and bringing his bloodied hand to my cheek. He caressed my skin so gently that I could have cried. "I'll deal with this."

A warm smile formed on his soft lips as he gazed into my eyes while his thumb traced the skin of my cheek. I returned the smile and pulled away before walking over to the mirror and grabbing a few tissues to wipe the blood from my face and hands.

I walked to the door, placing a hand on the knob and then looking back to smile at Josh one last time, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind me.

The screams of the man were blocked out by the loud music. I couldn't help but smile, hearing the muffled cries and knowing that there would be no one to answer — no mercy given to this soul that would be bound to hell.

And then I heard a loud snap — most likely the sound of his neck breaking. I figured it was since there was no more noise after that.

As I walked away, the image of Josh's sweet smile was engraved within my mind. My heart felt so full and protected, knowing that he was there to protect me and willing to even kill for me. Was this just another trap — just another spider hunting its prey? Maybe.

I guess I just have a thing for danger...

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not-d3ad-y3t · 2 months

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Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining

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Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Paring: Markus/Simon

Rating: G

Words: 653

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Markus enjoyed the rain. He always had, even when he was with Carl. The way the water felt, smelled, and the way it sent a chill down his metal spine. It always had a strange way of calming him down. But there was too much on his mind to actually enjoy it. He stood, overlooking Jericho, pondering. No matter how calm he felt at that moment, he couldn't shake this gnawing feeling. The feeling of dread and uncertainty as He was expected to lead Jericho, to lead the people. He had a massive responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, and with that weight came the feeling of his knees buckling under the crushing thought of letting down his people.

There were conflicting feelings coming from everyone. Fights had become a common occurrence. North and Josh were at each other's throats, arguing about what approach to take. Markus had to break up multiple of their hissy fits. Neither Markus nor Simon wanted to pick sides, but Simon would go with anything Markus said. He trusted him and his leadership.

Though, Markus didn't know if he trusted his own leadership.

Markus felt the first drop of rain fall in his face and drip down his cheek. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. Although it wasn't easy for him. He thought about Simon and how he put too much faith into him. Markus appreciated it, but he felt- no he knew, he didn't deserve it. Markus felt like he was cracking, even if it wasn't true. He wasn't enough for himself, he wasn't enough for Jericho, he wasn't enough for Simon.

He leaned his head back and looked up into the sky, a few tears escaping. Grey clouds were over every building, the cold, wet rain falling to the ground. But a familiar voice interrupted his internal monologue.

Speak of the devil.

“I thought I'd find you up here.” Markus could hear Simon say as he moved to stand beside him. Simon glanced at Markus, whose hands were gripping the railing. Simon sighed and put his hand on Markus’ shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, trying to offer some comfort. He could see the stress and tiredness written on Markus' face.” how're you feeling?”

“I don't know.” Markus paused and let out a heavy breath as he shook his head lightly.” I don't know…”

Markus looked at Simon, appreciating the bit of comfort. Simon was a good man. He was loyal, kind, and a capable fighter, Though Markus still worried about him more than he should. Simon was one of the first people he'd ever cared about (besides Carl), and Simon tried to show that as much as he possibly could, which sent Markus’ stomach into a flutter amongst the thoughts he so desperately tried to push away. He treasured the light touches, the sweet smiles. They were everything to him. They were keeping him sane.

Markus slid his hand I over to Simon's, completely getting rid of the artificial skin on his hand. Simon had a moment of confusion before doing the same, letting their fingertips touch as they both turned to each other, their hands pressed together, scanning over each other's memories.

Sadness and death plagued Markus' mind. From Carl to the other androids in the junkyard. But all he can think for right now was the feeling of how close Simon was to him. Their chests almost pressed against each other, the breath on others lips. Markus' mind went on autopilot when Simon looked at his lips. He leaned in, softly taking Simon's lips in his own. He watched Simon's eyes flutter shut before he did the same. Markus held him close, his hand cupping Simon's jaw.

This was pure bliss for Markus. The feeling of stress and uncertainty were washed away with a simple kiss. He was focusing on Simon and Simon alone.

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rachiekiszka · 2 years

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I’m a Professional

Your newest massage client Josh tests your professional boundaries.

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving)

You've been a massage therapist for about 5 years now. 6 months ago you moved to Nashville for a fresh start, and opened your own business. It was a historic looking little brick storefront tucked away from the business of downtown. So far you had a few regulars, but no major celebrities, although your friends grilled you every day just to be sure. It was as if they expected Taylor Swift to come waltzing through the door and offer you VIP tickets to her next tour after a life changing massage. You couldn't care less who your clients were. You just wanted to be professional with all of them, especially with the intimacy of your line of work.

You sat in the back with a cup of tea waiting for your last client of the day. Josh K. No last name, just K. He was running late, but you didn’t mind. You were in no rush to head home alone anyways.

You decided to get the room set up while you waited, lighting the pillar candles lining the room. It provided just enough light for you and the client to see one another, but they usually ended up falling asleep anyway. You didn’t mind, it just meant you were doing a good job.

You heard the bell jingle at the front door and assumed Josh must have arrived. You walked out to the front of the store and were met by a short man, no taller than 5’7 if you had to guess. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties. His hair was wild and curly, he had kind eyes, and he was nothing like you expected.

“Sorry I'm late.” He flashed you a sheepish smile, the slightest blush rising to his cheeks. You felt yourself smiling back, you weren’t sure what the feeling was bubbling up in your chest but you had to push it away, be professional.

“It's okay, I’m all ready for you, follow me.” You were calm, collected.

You lead Josh back into the massage room, handing him a towel.

“So you can take off your clothes and lay down on the table, put the towel around your waist, just call me back when you're ready. I’m Y/N by the way.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“So Y/N you staying for the show or?” Josh gestured to himself, giving you a little smirk.

“Oh gosh yeah sorry” you stuttered out before turning on your heels and closing the door behind you.

What the hell was that? You've had attractive clients in the past, but you’ve never let it get under your skin. Now the thought of going back in there and putting your hands all over his body was daunting. You’d already embarrassed yourself when he was fully clothed.

“Um, Y/N? Ready whenever you are.” Josh’s voice broke through your thoughts from the other room.

Great. Time to go see what he looks like shirtless. At least you wouldn't have to look at his face the whole time.

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

You pushed the door open, glancing at Josh on the table. His back muscles were defined and he had a slight tan. You averted your gaze, not wanting to stare, only to see his boxers sitting on top of his clothes folded up on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Oh.” Shit. You didn't mean to say that aloud.

“Is there a problem?” Josh peeked his head over his shoulder at you.

“No no everything’s fine, it's just, people usually leave their underwear on under the towel” You gave him a shy smile, trying not to turn red at the thought of him being completely naked under the towel.

“Oh I’m sorry, when you said to take my clothes off I just assumed- nevermind I can put it back on I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t bother, it’s okay, really. First time getting a massage?”

“Am I that obvious?” He laughed lightheartedly. Even his laugh was cute.

You took a deep breath, warming up some oil between your palms, getting ready to start the massage.

“Sorry if my hands are a little cold.”

You began working on his neck and shoulders. He was tight, maybe one of the worst clients you've ever seen.

“Just let me know if I’m hurting you, you've got some pretty big knots I want to loosen up.”

“Yeah that’s thanks to life on the road.”

“Are you not from Nashville?”

“No not technically, I suppose it is home now although I'm not here very often. I'm actually from Michigan.”

“I'm not from here either, I moved from Florida, I used to work in a parlor there, but now I own this one.” You don't usually make small talk with your clients but it was helpful to keep your mind from wandering to less work appropriate things. “What do you do?”

“I’m a singer.”

“Ah, came to Music City to chase your dream?”

“My brother’s dream really, he's a guitarist. We play in a band together.”

“Oh really, anything I know?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.”

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was being modest. His band might be a little more successful than he wanted to let on. It dawned on you that that’s probably why he didn't give you his last name, he was probably hoping for some anonymity. You’d have to let your friends know about this later, maybe they might have some idea who he was.

You continued on in silence, working your way down Josh’s back. Every once and a while he let out a little moan or sigh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining him making those noises in bed with you.

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

You repeated the mantra in your head.

After a little while you noticed Josh shifting his hips slightly, wiggling around.

“If you need to move around a little or change positions that's okay, just let me know.”

“Um, actually could you just give me a minute maybe?” He looked a little sheepish.

Oh. OH.

You opened and closed your mouth, toying with a piece of hair.

“Don’t worry, it happens. It’s a lot of intense sensations” You handed Josh a robe so he could sit up, turning your back to him while he put it on. You bit your lip thinking about what you would see if you turned around. Josh completely naked, with a throbbing erection.

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m a professional

“This must happen to you all the time.”

You turned to face him, now sitting upright on the table, the towel and his hands trying to conceal the very apparent bulge beneath the robe.

“Well, yeah like I said it happens sometimes it’s nothing to be embarrassed about”

“Well sure, but not every masseuse is as drop dead gorgeous as you are. I'd be willing to bet it happens more often with you.”

You stared at him speechless

“Um well I’ll just, I’ll just give you a minute to um.. I’ll give you a minute.” You reached for the door. You needed to get out of there before you let the hunger building inside you take control. If you didn’t leave right now you suspected you might become a little unprofessional.

“Or you could stay…”

Your hand froze on the doorknob, your heartrate picking up. You heard Josh jump down from the table, walking up behind you. His body heat radiated, making you even more flustered.

I’m a professional I’m a professional I’m- Fuck it.

You dropped your hand from the doorknob, turning to face him, daring to meet his eyes.

“Stay?”

“I'd like to see what else you can do with those hands sweetheart.”

You reached out in front of you, slowly undoing the tie on his robe, leaving him fully exposed in front of you. The tops of his cheeks turned pink as he watched you take in his body in full. He was hard as a rock, and probably the biggest you’ve seen. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, unable to keep still with the hormones rushing through your veins.

“Go sit on the table again.”

Josh raised his eyebrows at you, but did as he was told.

You stood in front of him, dropping to your knees. If you were going to be unprofessional you were at least going to make sure he left feeling fully serviced. You placed your hands on his thighs, gently running your thumbs in small circles. You took him into your mouth slowly, taking your time running your tongue around his sensitive tip. Josh let out a soft moan, much like the ones you had heard earlier. You couldn’t help but feel validated knowing that your dirty wandering thoughts from earlier had been correct. You bobbed your head up and down feeling Josh twitch in your mouth as you snaked one had back between his legs, fondling his balls. Josh’s hands wandered as you continued to work on his length, slipping under your top and feeling your hard nipples through the thin lace of your bralette. You moaned around him as he pinched your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the vibrations causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. You shifted your weight, rubbing your thighs together desperate for contact. Josh took notice,

“Mama, switch with me”

The two of you stood, face to face. Josh bent down, lifting you up and placing you on the table. You couldn’t help but giggle at yourself now atop your own massage table, but you had passed the point of being a professional a long time ago.

Josh undid your pants, pulling them swiftly off your legs. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, flashing you an eyebrows-raised look asking silent permission to remove them. You nodded enthusiastically, and Josh tossed your underwear aside, pulling your legs apart and exposing you fully to him. He could see the wetness glistening at your core, and he groaned as he ran a finger through your folds.

“Please, Josh”

You were breathless and desperate, a complete mess for the stranger, your client, standing before you. He gently slid one finger inside you, and then another. Pumping in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace. His thumb brushed against your clit, not giving you the pressure you needed. You were past the point of dancing around what you needed, and what you needed was more, to be filled completely by his cock.

“Josh, I need you to bend me over this table and fuck me, hard.”

You saw the glint in his eyes as you jumped down and leaned against the table, bending over and spreading your legs.

“Oh god Y/N, I wanted to do this the second I saw you”

Josh wasted no time in lining himself up at your entrance and pushing himself in, bottoming out against your cervix in the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. He snapped his hips against you, falling into a rhythm. You reached your hand between your legs circling your clit as Josh continued fucking you. He soon replaced your hand with his own. He leaned over, speaking directly into your ear, you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke,

“I wanna be the one to make you cum mama. I wanna feel that tight pussy clench around me. I wanna hear the pretty little noises you make when you come undone.” He practically growled into your ear, making your legs grow weak beneath you.

He continued his assault on your clit as his tip caught your g-spot with each thrust. You could feel the orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach, a fire lit deep within you, burning through your veins. Josh was close too, you could tell as his rhythm started to fall apart.

“Josh I-Oh fuck” you came hard. You felt yourself clenching around him as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“God that was hot mama, hearing you say my name, I’m gonna cum”

Josh pulled out of you, his warm streams falling on your lower back. The room fell silent for a moment as you both took in what had happened.

You broke the silence first, “Um, there’s some towels in that cabinet over there” you said, nodding to your left. Josh retrieved a towel for you and himself, helping to wipe you clean.

“So, do you do this with all your clients?” Josh asked, an air of sarcasm in his voice.

“Nope, this would be a first for me. I promise under usual circumstances I’m a professional.”

“Usual circumstances?”

“Well it's not every day I have a hot naked rockstar on my table.”

“Okay, fair enough”

“So, now that you've had me bent over my massage table do I get to know the name of your band?”

“My last name is Kiszka, you can google me” he said with a wink, as he dressed himself.

Josh Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet became a regular client, the only one to receive special services.

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sammygvfslut · 3 years

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i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now.

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other.

tagging these lovely folks bc they helped inspired me and their work is amazing <3 @godlygreta / @flowervanfleet / @dharma-divine

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Hug

Pelle x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Danis grief and the things that come with that (crying, heaviness)

Author’s Note: this was not on my list of things I wanted to write and yet

I feel held by him okay

Summary: You and Pelle meet through Dani and Christian (man I suck at summaries)

Song: Run by Hozier

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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Dani liked you. She liked you a lot. You made her feel sane and that helped her in more ways than one. She liked the fact that you would always listen to her and tell her that she was right, even when she was wrong. She liked that your eyes never once flitted away from her when she spoke. She liked that you understood her grief in a way that most people would never try to.

She almost had no desire to introduce you to Christian. She loved Christian, she really did, but you didn’t need to meet her boyfriend.

Dani thought, even though you did appreciate her that you would never understand the way that he loved Christian. Maybe she didn’t even understand it.

In any event, she wouldn’t be able to explain in an adequate way.

But still, you pushed.

You were hanging out with her, in her room. She was walking around the room numbly, trying to understand why her head never seemed to be wrapped around the room when people were speaking. A sorrow was still hanging over her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked. You were sitting on her desk, watching her anxiously pace back and forth.

“No.” She stopped walking. “I’m sorry, that was blunt.” You shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want,” you told her evenly. Dani walked up to you and sat down at the chair in front of you. She felt a little more clear headed with you. It helped to be around people sometimes. Tears started to well up in her eyes but she quickly shook them away.

“Christian has been distant lately. I don’t know how to tell him I still need him without being...needy,” she said, avoiding your eyes.

“He should understand.” You gave her a narrow look and she sighed.

“Yeah yeah. I know you wanna meet him.”

“I just wanna learn about this guy who supposedly has absolute zero ability to read his girlfriends moods.” She sighed.

“You wanna meet him? Alright. You can meet him. But his friends will probably be there and if you don’t wanna-”

“I’d love to meet his friends as well. You can tell a lot about a person based on the company that they keep.”

====

“This is Y/N. Y/N this is Christian, Mark, Josh and Pelle.” You shook their hands, a kind smile on your face. Mark eyed you for a second longer than he should have and you weren’t sure how to feel about them as a whole. A very basic group of boys that may not be all that they seemed. You were all at Christians place which was dirty. Clothes were on the floor and most of his books were strewn around. There was food on the kitchen counters.

You ignored your initial thoughts and waved slyly.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you all.” Truth be told, you didn’t know much about any of them but Christian. You barely knew their names to faces.

“You’re the only friend of Dani’s we hear about. You go to school here too right?” Josh asked. You nodded.

“Yes. It’s how Dani and I met.” Your eyes looked around the four of them and surveyed their expression. The man at the end, Pelle, had a very neutral and soft looking expression on his face. You admired him immediately.

But you ignored that so that you were able to assess Christian better.

“Now Christian, I think it’s about time I teach you how to treat your girlfriend,” you teased gently and the guys raised their eyebrows. Mark patted Christians back.

“She’s got her guns out. How are you going to respond?!” Mark asked loudly. Christian was laughing and so were you but you had been serious. He was a terrible boyfriend. If they had classes on how to be a decent boyfriend, you would force him to take them, for Dani’s sake.

“You’re Dani’s friend which means you are my friend,” he said finally. Your lips twitched and you nodded slowly. “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“No, thank you though.” Dani sat down at the living room area and the boys quickly followed. Her and Christian were on the love seat, Mark in one of the chairs and you, Pelle and Josh on the couch. You were sitting beside Pelle on the left.

He smelled good.

“How is school treating you?” he asked. You turned to him, pleased to hear that his voice was as soothing as he looked. He had an accent you couldn’t place - you were hopeless with accents.

“Well! At this rate, I should get through finals with only a few scratches here and there,” you told him.

You could hear that Mark had asked Christian a question and they were having a conversation off to the side.

“How about you?” you asked.

“Good, just about as good as you. I wonder, maybe if we have any teachers in common,” he suggested. You nodded.

“It’s entirely possible. What are you studying?”

“I’m in the Anthropology department.”

“We may overlap. I’ll have to check your schedule.”

Dani gave you a look but your eyes were not on her. She couldn’t distinguish what you and Pelle were saying because your voices were so calm while the other boys were booming. She was only a few feet away and still...whatever you were laughing about was lost on her.

====

You didn’t stay long. Dani and you had to get back so that you were able to study for finals. And by that, it was usually you studying with her in the room so she had someone to keep her in check. You didn’t mind.

“You and Pelle seemed to get along well,” she noted.

“I was there to make sure Christian seemed like a decent human,” you told her.

“And?” You thought about it for a moment and she was right. You had talked to Pelle almost exclusively.

“Pelle was really nice,” you conceded. She laughed gently. At least you were able to be honest with her.

“I think he likes you. He’s a Swedish exchange student, if he didn’t tell you.”

“That’s where the accent is from! It was bugging me. I was about to start speaking to Google,” you said laughing. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“You could have just asked him.”

“I didn’t know if it was inappropriate!”

======

You ran your hand through your hair as you walked around your little apartment. It had about everything you could ever need and you loved it. Dani was sleeping on the couch you had managed to squeeze in.

There was a knock at your door.

You checked the clock on the wall and furrowed your brows in confusion. It was still pretty early in the day. You had to go to class soon.

You opened the door and Pelle stood in front of you, a kind smile on his face.

“Pelle! What a nice surprise,” you whispered. He looked confused as to your whisper and you opened the door enough to show Dani sound asleep. He nodded understandingly.

“I hope this isn’t inappropriate,” he said, in the same hushed tone.

“No, no. Although I do have to go to class soon. What is it?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“I thought our conversation the other day was really nice.” He paused for a minute, thinking over his words. You waited patiently. “I would like to take you out for coffee.”

You were a bit surprised that he had come all the way to your apartment to tell you that. You assumed that Christian had given him the address. He had it so he knew where Dani was, she had given it to him.

“I would like that very much. Although, you could have just called,” you said smiling.

“I prefer in person. I think it’s more personal.” You nodded but turned around, grabbing a pen off of your desk. You grabbed his hand and scribbled your number onto his palm.

“For when you want to tell me where to meet you.” He smiled and nodded once, pleasantly.

“Until then.”

====

Pelle called you that night to tell you where to meet him for coffee. You were pleased and excited. Dani woke up the next morning when you were getting ready to leave. It was Saturday so you didn’t have any classes to attend and you figured you were due a break from studying.

“Where are you going?” she asked groggily. You cleaned up your bed and turned to her on the couch.

“I have a coffee date,” you said honestly.

She raised her head up off the pillow and rubbed her eyes.

“Oh?” You nodded, fixing your hair in the mirror. You looked yourself over and nodded nervously at yourself. You looked good. You hoped it wasn’t too much for just a coffee date. “Care to share who it’s with?”

You sheepishly looked at her through the mirror.

“Pelle,” you said quietly. She laughed heartily. It was the first time you had heard her actually laugh in weeks.

“Pelle?”

“Yes. Go back to bed. I’ll probably be back before you get up.” She laid her head back down.

“Have fun at your coffee date!” she called but her voice was muffled by the pillow.

====

“Yes! I told Dani that but she doesn’t believe me. I don’t know, I think maybe we’re all a little too hard on her.”

The coffee date was going swimmingly. Pelle was funny and he was also able to give you good advice. You were amazed at his kind heart.

As for his feelings for you, he loved you. Dani had spoken about you and your kind heart before but he never thought you would be like this. He never thought he would love you this much so instantly. You were charming and honest and there was some quip left in you. He admired your qualities and was pleased to find that you liked him as well.

He could never be sure but he thought you may like it back at his home.

“You’re being a very good friend. Better than most,” he said honestly. He reached a hand forward and laid it on your hands which were sitting on the table. Both of your cups were empty. You looked down at his hand on yours and attempted to suppress your emotions.

“Thank you Pelle.”

You moved your hands apart so they were holding his hand between them. He smiled a bit, sheepishly.

“I really enjoyed this.”

“I did as well.”

You were very pleased to hear it wasn’t one sided.

You both stood up and started for the door. His hand still held yours. It was within walking distance of both of your homes but in opposite directions. Before parting he turned to face you. You smiled up at him, trying your very hardest to not let him know how much you had enjoyed the date.

That was when your phone rang. Your smile fell and you had to know who it was calling.

Dani.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t worry. I will wait.”

You picked up the phone and put it to your ear.

“Yes?”

“I-I need you.” She was crying. She didn’t like to ask for help so this must have been serious. You nodded stiffly.

“I will be there in a couple minutes. Hold on,” you said kindly. You hung up the phone and turned to him. “Dani needs me, I’m sorry.” He shook his head and before you could say another word, he was hugging you.

You had thought he might kiss you but this was almost better. It was almost for sure better than a kiss. His arms engulfed your body and held you tightly. He was wearing a soft sweater and it felt so nice against your face. He smelled like herbs and trees. You hugged him back, tightly. He had his hand on the back of your head and he gently kissed your shoulder.

He pulled away ever so slightly and kissed you softly. You had to pull away to smile.

“I’ll see you soon Pelle.” He nodded and you were about to walk away when he strengthened his hold on you.

“Mark, Josh, Christian and I are going to take a trip back to my home in Sweden for the summer. Dani will likely be invited too. Would you like to come?”

#pelle x reader #midsommar imagines #pelle imagines

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