#dan wagner smut
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Cherry Flavored Smoke
Sam x Reader x Danny
Summary: Danny and Sam have a close friend, who used to be a fan. Under the influence of marijuana, the Reader decides to answer some fan related questions from them… And… They act em out✨
WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Male Receiving Oral, Fingering, Smoking Weed, Alcohol, Face slapping (Consensual)
(Let me know if I missed anything!)
Word Count: 6964
I met Greta Van Fleet after a concert for another band… And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t go to said concert with them in mind. I was a fan for awhile, and happened to have connections with the performers and figured, why not? Well, it was better than expected. Not only did I get to meet them, but I became pretty close to them; mainly the lovely rhythm section…
Cut to now, I still think it’s crazy how close we’ve gotten considering I’ve told them every embarrassing fangirl nonsense I’ve contributed in. Well… Almost everything.
I thought about this while getting ready to have my annual Friday night get together with Danny and Sam. We say “annual” but it really takes place when we actually happen to have the time.
I took a shower after work and finished getting ready. Tamed my post shower hair, did my skincare routine (knowing I was just going to be with Danny and Sam, I didn’t feel the need to wear makeup.), and picked out a comfortable outfit. We usually eat something made by one of us or takeout, drink a little, and maybe even some herbal refreshments. It’s nothing crazy, so I opt for an oversized band tee and leggings, which is much more comfortable than my work clothes…
My phone lights up on my vanity while I continue to spray my perfume on my pulse points… And of course, multiple texts flood in.
Rhythm Section + Y/N
S: Y/N you’re smoking tonight, not taking no for an answer this time
D: She doesn’t have to smoke
D: Sam are you almost here? I needed rolling papers, if you’re close, forget it. I’ll just have to clean my bong.
D: I don’t want to gross you guys out with a dirty bong 🤣
S: I’m outside, the dirty bong is just fine
Laughing at the screen while I catch up, I decide that I can stop at the store on my way.
Y/N: If I have to smoke, it’s not going to be out of a dirty bong
Y/N: I’m going to pick up papers, what brand do you guys prefer?
D: You’re the best♥️
D: Zig-Zag is fine
I made the mental note & grabbed both my bag and keys to make it to my car.
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As I walked into the smoke shop, I was greeted by the sales clerk and told him what I needed. While he grabbed the papers, I decided to grab a couple of the guy’s favorite drinks and snacks - just in case they get the munchies and wipe out whatever dinner is…
The clerk rang up my items and as I handed my debit card, I saw something that made me let out a light chuckle. Cherry flavored Juicy Jays. I was immediately transported to high school memories.
“Can I have a pack of the cherry rolling papers? God, I loved those, I have to get them.” I laughed a little at the thought of both Danny and Sam’s reactions to the papers.
The store clerk smiled and added them to my total. After paying, I was on my way.
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I walked up Danny’s driveway, bags in hand, and before I could struggle to knock on his front door, I was greeted with Sam’s perfect smile.
Sam had opened the door and took one of the bags from my hands.
“You get em?” He said, almost impatiently.
“Hello to you too, Samuel.” I huffed sarcastically, walking past him and into the house. Kicking off my shoes then making my way further into set the bags down on the dining room table. I took my hoodie off and draped it over the chair, turning around to look at Sam whom I left in the foyer.
“I didn’t mean it like that! It was just on my mind!” He protested, copying my actions with the placement of the bag.
“Mhmm, I’m sure.” I said in a jokingly skeptical voice. I scrunched up my nose making an exaggerated annoyed face, blowing my cover with a soft chuckle. Before pulling me into a hug, Sam gave my nose a light pinch.
“You know you love me, I didn’t forget that you were a Sam girl- or what do they call it? A ‘Sammy Lane Girl’? I don’t know, but I’m sure I could find some old comments from you on my Instagram.” He teased while I rolled my eyes.
“That was before I had the pleasure of meeting you, I would definitely call myself a Danny girl now.” I poked him in the chest, earning an obnoxious “Ouch” from him.
I looked towards the kitchen, and back at Sam, pursing my lips, I looked towards the kitchen again, this time walking towards it. I flipped my hair, knowing it would miss Sam’s face by a few centimeters. I felt his eyes on me as I made it through the threshold.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw Danny with his phone up against his ear while he held our favorite takeout menu. He noticed my presence and mouthed “Hey” with a smile. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He hugged me back with one arm and I basked in the feeling of his strength, even with a single free arm. The restaurant answered and Danny continued to give our orders while I stayed in his hold, listening and feeling his voice vibrate in his chest.
Danny always highlighted our orders with a marker on the menu so he never had to ask us what we wanted, knowing that Sam and I will contemplate a new order for an hour and change our mind while Danny ordered for us. As he finished up requesting our order, he rubbed my back to get my attention.
“Do you want anything extra, dessert, drinks?” He asked in a low voice, I shook my head no. I let go of him as he said goodbye and hung up his phone.
I lean my back into the island, spreading my arms out & placing my hands on the counter to support me. Danny was still standing in front of me, eyeing me a little extra. I furrowed my brow, questioning the reason for his gaze, he blushed in return and leaned on the counter top behind him.
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing, I just missed you!” He let out a breathy laugh while I nodded and let out a sarcastic “uh-huh”. A wicked grin painted across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again, “And I heard you say you’re a Danny girl now.”
He continued to laugh while I rolled my eye’s playfully, much like I did with Sam.
“Watch out, she’ll say she’s a Josh girl to save herself.” Sam walks in the kitchen with the Zig-Zags and a baggie of weed, bringing the items to the island I was leaning on. Danny and I laughed in response to the comment from Sam while he smiled to himself. He sat in one of the barstools and opened the bag. The smell filled the kitchen, instantly earning a deep inhale from all of us. I turned to my right, watching him intently roll a joint. Sam was something else, face perfectly sculpted. His eyebrows knit together while he bit his bottom lip in focus on the joint. I was watching his hands, only thinking about how perfect they were. Long fingers accompanied by veins and large hands.
I realized he didn’t have the cherry rolling papers that I brought along with the regular ones.
“Sam, did you see the cherry ones I got?” I asked him while he looked up at me. He nodded before bringing the joint to his lips, giving it a light lick to seal it.
“You don’t want to use them?” I said in a partial whine.
“Ehh, I don’t think I’ll like the taste, bring me them, I’ll roll your one for yourself.” He replies, taking the lighter to the joint lightly to ensure its closure.
“Cherry j’s? God, that’s so you” Danny chimes in. “I’ll grab em, I’m sure you also got us drinks that Sam could’ve put in the fridge.” He says with a half serious glare, knowing Sam was only focused on getting the papers.
Danny walks out of the room, coming back shortly with the bags. He hands me the cherry papers and continues unbagging the snacks and placing the drinks in the refrigerator.
“Did you ever learn how to roll?” Sam asked me, I turned around to give him my full attention while I shook my head no.
“Not surprised, pretty girls never know how to roll” Sam looked me up and down, “What does that mean?” I ask, slightly offended. I leaned forward on the counter, waiting for an inevitable smart ass response.
“Let me guess, you were the girl who rarely had to pay for her own weed, probably smoked out of a little pink bong or a one hitter bowl? Cones even?” He said with a smirk. My eyes widened, he hit the nail on the head. Danny laughs while taking a sip of a beer. Sam laughs gleefully, taking a deep breath “And! I bet you only smoked these things with the senior boys… Typical, pretty girl.” He says while he reaches for my cherry papers.
“Am I that predictable?” I laughed at myself, remembering my high school experience as just the way Sam narrowed it down.
He opened the packaging and shook his head, Danny coming up behind him to snag the previously rolled joint and lighter.
“Nah, not at all. It’s just common.” Danny answers for Sam. He places the joint between his lips, lighting it up and taking a long drag. After taking another, he passes it to Sam, and something about the exchange between the two made my stomach flip. Even though I grew closer to them, I was still amazed by how gorgeous they were. Sam kept the lit joint between his lips while sprinkling the weed into the cherry cartoon and flavor lined rolling papers. Looking so casual and skillful at the same time.
He returns the joint to Danny, fixing his gaze back onto me then back to tightening up the joint he was rolling for me. He brought it to his lips, about to lick it shut. But something made the corner of his mouth raise into his classic wicked grin. He put the joint out to me, inches away from my mouth. I was looking at him doe-eyed, not sure what he was getting at.
“C’mon, little girl. I don’t want to lick this cherry paper.” He said, waving it lightly in my face. I glanced over at Danny who had smoke billowing out of his mouth and straight up into his nose, breathing it out with a breathy laugh. I went to reach out for the joint with my hand, and Sam shook his head, pulling the joint back a bit.
“How am I supposed to-“ I began asking him, in defense of my actions.
“I packed it out for you and these papers are small. I don’t want it to fall apart, lick it.” He holds it out to me again, eyes landing on my lips then back onto my eyes.
“Yeah those things suck for that,” Danny adds while tapping his joint to ash it in the crystal ashtray he held.
I suddenly felt a little warm, a little self conscious even. I decided it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was and leaned forward. I stuck my tongue out, only a little, making sure to be cautious with it. I licked it, the cherry flavor being a mix of tart and sweet, making me salivate a little more in the back of my mouth. I felt eyes watching me intently, making me look up through my lashes. Sammy’s eyes were glued on my mouth, swiping his bottom lip with the bottom tip of his tongue, bringing the corner of his glistened lip between his teeth. Quickly glancing at Danny, he was staring at me similarly while he shifted himself to stand upright. He cleared his throat as I finished sealing the joint and I leaned back, only being able to watch Sam’s hands run the lit lighter up and down it, slightly embarrassed to make eye contact again.
“How’s it taste?” Danny asked, nodding his head towards it in Sammy’s hand.
“Uh, good. It’s sweet,” I replied, noticing both of their eyebrows raising, moving their head slightly up and down & making a higher pitched “hm” sound.
Sammy hands it to me between my thumb and index finger. “Wanna try?” I let my hand out a little, waiting for someone to take up my offer.
“Nah, I’m good, enjoy.” Sam replies, getting up from his chair, walking to the fridge for a beer.
I looked at Danny, wiggling my eyebrows and wiggling the joint between my fingers.
“How bout you, Danny Boy?” I said, sing-songy.
He shook his head politely with a smile, earning an unserious, half frown from me. Bringing the joint to my mouth, Danny brought the lighter up to the end of the joint. His eyes were on my mouth once more. Waiting for me to put it between my lips before lighting it. I inhaled the smoke, tasting the mix of weed and burnt cherry. I let the smoke out, sucking it back in lightly and blowing it out again. I licked my lips, looking up at him.
“Thanks,” I said before taking another hit. He smiled and set the lighter down. The effects of THC made my limbs feel less tense, and my eyelids a little heavier.
Sam walked back over, I was still leaned over the island, elbows propping me up. He placed his right arm around my shoulder, leaning with me. He settled his beer on the counter top and reached out for the joint I was holding in my right hand.
He took it from my fingers, putting it between his and looked at the cartoon print on it.
“You sure you don’t wanna try? It’s delicious and you rolled it so well!” I said enticingly, wanting one of them to try it.
“Ah, what the hell.” He brought it up to his lips, taking a deep hit. The tip created a light orange glow on his face. The crackle noise put me in a trance at his beauty. His eyes looked over at me watching him. He blew the smoke away from my face, lowering his arm from around my shoulder and to my waist.
“Not bad,” He said surprised, motioning for Danny to hand him the ashtray. He slid it over to him, turning his head to the walkway that leads to the dining room. Lights flashed through the threshold and we heard a car door close.
“Food’s here, I got it.” Dan left the room, grabbing his wallet on the way.
Sam’s hand started lazily tightening its grip on my waist while he took a longer drag.
“Hey!” I softly exclaimed, noticing half the joint being smoked away and turning to ash. Sam’s chest rose and fell, chuckling a bit while unchanging his actions. He put the rest of what was the joint in the ashtray. He was still holding the smoke in his mouth, I stood up straight out of his hold, crossing my arms. He stood up, facing my shoulders toward him and taking my pouting face in his hand. He tightened his grip lightly on my jaw, loosening my mouth slightly open, and squeezed my cheeks lightly. He leaned into me, blowing the cherry smoke into my mouth, shotgunning it right into my lungs as I inhaled.
I felt my knees loosen a little at the swiftness of the interaction. As he pulled away, his hand released itself from my face. His cocky side smile plastered on his face while he lightly blinked.
“Better?” He asked me softly. Danny entered the kitchen once more, removing the containers from the paper bag while I walked away from Sam to help Danny.
“Are you guys hungry right now? Honestly I ate a little late when I had lunch, I might save my food for later after we smoke again.” Danny said while tossing the empty bags into the garbage.
“I’m good right now, how about you Sam?” I said turning to him. He was eyeing me up and down while I waited for a response.
“Sam?” Danny said, snapping Sammy out of whatever trance he was in. Probably from the weed.
“Oh! Sorry, I’m not that hungry either.” He responded quickly.
“Wanna watch a movie then?” Danny asked.
“Yeah, sure” We replied in unison.
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We were all together in Danny’s living room, sprawled out in our usual spots on his massive U-Shaped sectional. Danny was on one end, laying flat, Sam on the other, and I was laid on my side in between the extended sections on the middle section. Head towards Danny, feet towards Sam.
We had started watching a movie that we’ve seen before. Knowing one of us may fall asleep or want to smoke mid-movie, we agreed on not wanting to risk missing anything new.
Sam rolled a few more joints with a tray in his lap while Danny and I watched the screen. When I’m under the influence, I tend to get a little touch deprived. If someones next to me, I’ll trace my nails lightly up and down their arm, or ask them to play with my hair… All of which isn’t weird to the guys. Even though some may see that as intimate, the guys come from families whose love language is touch, so it’s not that weird to them.
Since my head was towards Danny, I looked up at him. Studying his features. How masculine yet beautiful each curve and mark on his face were. He looked down at me, smiling. He tapped the space between us, putting his arm out for me to join him. He knows how much I love to lay on people’s chest and listen to their heart’s beat. Giggling a little to myself, I scooted towards him and rested my head on his chest. I laid my arm across his torso and he rested his hand on my hip, lightly rubbing my side up and down ever so often.
“Alright, here’s your fruity joint, Y/N,” Sam said getting up from his side and walking over to us. I lifted my hand up from Danny’s torso and reached out for the already lit joint.
“Did you smoke from this one too?” I asked with a cheeky grin before taking a drag.
Danny laughed a little, making me hear the bass of it in his chest.
“It’s good! I admit, I fell victim to the taste. The cartoon on them are fun too!” He laughed back, sitting on the couch aside Danny’s legs.
He watched me blow out the smoke, giving me a little smirk, which Danny caught.
“What?” He said confused with Sam.
“Ooooh, nothing, Sam just smoked the first one down to a roach when you were getting the food” I tapped Danny’s chest, offering the joint.
“Of course he did, always greedy that one,” Danny looked at the joint in my hand. He declined with a light glance. I pouted and used my big eyes to my advantage, trying to garner sympathy.
Danny rolled his eyes and let out a sigh with a smile. “Fine.” He tapped my hip with his hand, taking the joint with his other while I let out a satisfied laugh.
I watched him from below inhale the smoke. Studying his features once more, and this time, feeling bold.
“You guys wanna know something funny about your girl fans?” I asked them.
“Hm?” Danny said before letting out the smoke and passing the joint to Sam.
“Do tell” Sammy said, ashing the joint into the ashtray while smirking and wiggling his eyebrows.
I stood up, going from laying to a sitting position, pulling my knees to my chest while still next to Danny.
“Well- Usually when a girl likes Danny, her ‘cheat lane’ is Sam, and vice versa. Obviously there’s many combinations but that’s just what I’ve noticed.” I let out a lighthearted laugh after the statement, turning to see both reactions. They looked at each other and exchanged “oooooh” noises and laughed.
Always bold, under the influence or not, Sam opened his mouth to reply “What was your combination?”
Suddenly Danny was more interested, turning to look at me, fighting back a grin.
“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes and covered my face.
“Yeaaah, you can’t just say that and not tell us” Danny tried pulling my hands from my blushed face. Danny was laughing when getting a look at the expression on my face. Sam added in agreeing noises while setting the joint and ashtray on the coffee table.
“Well… Who do you think?” I said in defense, not wanting to get into details and no longer feeling bold.
They shared smirks and raised eyebrows while laughing to themselves.
“Oh grow up!” I laughed back, kicking Sam lightly in the ribs with my foot and lightly punching Danny’s arm.
“It’s cute! And hey, you brought it up,” Danny said in defense, tickling my side a little, earning a slight smile from me.
“You know, I always wanted to ask you something… Since you were a fan of us.” Sam says, nonchalantly reclining into Danny’s legs.
“Shoot.” I replied.
A shit eating grin was on Sam’s face before asking “Did you ever read that fanfiction stuff? Like the intensely pornographic ones?” Danny took a sharp inhale through his nose and let out a little laugh.
My face felt hotter than it already was.
“Sam!” I exclaimed, eyes widened to capacity.
“You gotta tell us, and we’ll know if you’re lying!” He pointed at me in a jokingly threatening manner.
I looked over at Danny, hoping to have him reason with Sam, but he was equally curious.
I took a deep breath before quietly saying “I mean who doesn’t…”
They immediately gasped gleefully, leaning closer, wanting to know more.
“Sooooo,” I heard Danny speak up. Sam and I both turned to see him smiling, adding to the suspense.
He let out a nervous sigh before continuing, “Was there ever stuff about me and Sam… you know…” He motioned his hands between the three of us.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not fully understanding, feeling my core pulse between my legs at the conversation.
Sam looked confused and in deep thought before saying “Ooooh,” coming to the conclusion before I could.
“Like…. Threesome stuff.” Danny looked me dead in the eye. His body next to mine felt stiff.
“Oh, yeah. Loads.” I replied casually.
“Have you ever read them?” Sammy caught my attention with his bluntness.
My stomach felt like it did a flip and I felt a familiar warmth form.
My embarrassment slowly turned into arousal. I was high and with two guys I wholeheartedly trusted. Not to mention two guys that I most definitely have thought about in this context.
I looked at Sam, biting my lip a little. I relaxed my legs away from my chest and let them slightly hang open.
“Why? You wanna act one out?”
Sammy’s mouth slightly hung open, he looked over at Danny who had a similar reaction. Sam’s cheeks were now a shade of pink.
Danny cleared his throat “I mean… Not to sound like a couple of deuce bags but… It came up in conversation.”
I smirked, looking back at Sammy, who was trying to casually reposition himself in his gray joggers.
“Is that true? You want to share your favorite Sammy girl?” I made sure to flash him my best fuck-me-eyes.
He nodded while looking at me with pure filth running through his head.
Danny put his hand on my knee, slowly running up my thigh. “Only if you want to?”
I smiled at his sweetness, feeling pleased with knowing the two sexiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on wanted to have their way with me.
I stood up from the couch and put my hands out for them to grab ahold of.
They looked at each other like they couldn’t believe this was happening & each grabbed a hand and followed me off the couch & to the bedroom. I let go of their hands and they traveled behind me.
Danny’s bedroom always felt so inviting. The faint smell of incense lingered in the lamp lit space. I sat on the edge of the bed before them. At this angle I could see both of their dicks so clearly strained in their pants. They looked down at me, not knowing where to start.
Feeling coquettish, I slowly discarded my shirt, flinging it across the room. Both boys had a hungry look on their face, one of them letting out a breathy “fuck” under his breath. I was wearing a lacey, black, balconette style bra. My breasts heaving up and down, delicately spilling out the top of my bra.
Danny removed his shirt, inspiring Sam to do the same. Danny leaned over first, “can I kiss you?” he whispered close to my face.
“I’ll do you one better, the both of you can fuck me if you want.”
He smirked while devouring my lips. I started to recline into the bed, letting Danny crawl on top of me. He lightly pulled me up further into the middle of the bed, he positioned himself to the side of my body, kissing me passionately.
Danny’s kisses were rough yet precise, never sloppy yet I still felt how much he needed me.
Hands running up my side, he slowly brought his hand up to my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh,” I let out onto his mouth, feeling him smile against my lips. His tongue desperately fought against mine. He pulled away for a second, looking down at me. “So fucking sexy,” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss once more.
Danny pulled away again, looking over at Sam, who seemed to be enjoying the view.
“Princess, could Sam take these off for us?” Danny tugged lightly on the waistband of my leggings. I quickly nodded and let out a whimper. Sam smiled and crawled onto the bed. He leaned down to my face, kissing me. Sam’s kisses were wet & deep, more desperate than Danny’s. My pussy began to throb at the racing thoughts about what the rest of this night would entail.
Sammy sat up from me, supporting his body weight on the opposite side that Danny occupied. Before pulling my leggings down, he double checked with me, his eyes lightening a bit from their darkened lust. After I nodded in approval, he pulled my leggings and panties off my body. Not surprised he was eager to take off both.
Danny’s lips attached themselves to my exposed breast, leaving a reminder of him being there for later…
Sam started sucking on my ear lobe and lightly tugging it between his teeth. I was moaning for both of them.
They both worked their way to my face, once making it there at the same time, they looked each other in the eyes, & grinned. Danny nodded his head at Sammy, giving him the go ahead to kiss me.
Sammy began kissing me, and I felt both of their hands slide down my stomach and making their way between my thighs. Sammy lightly ghosted the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my hips buck. Danny’s freehand un did the back part of my bra, he brought up the hand that was by my core and pulled my bra off of me. My nipples hardened at the cool air & my hands returned to the sides of their heads, lighting tugging their hair. Danny then spit into his hand, and began rubbing my clit.
I began moaning into Sam’s mouth which became a signal for him to tease my entrance with his fingers. I began to whimper, closing my thighs shut while Danny was giving me what I needed and Sammy was torturing me. I thought of how fast his fingers moved on the strings of his bass and it was making me ache for him.
Danny stopped rubbing my clit, making me whimper more. He pulled my leg over his, keeping my leg open for him.
Sam stopped kissing me & did the same with my other leg, leaving me wide open for them.
“Such a good girl for us, I think she can handle it, Sam… Give it to our girl.” Danny returned his hand to my clit and put his lips around my nipple. I let out a strained moan.
“Y/N, is that what you want? My fingers in your pussy?” Sam said to me in a raspy whisper.
“Yes, yes, please Sam, I want them so bad” I couldn’t even hold back my desperation, I never wanted this feeling to stop.
“Shhh, you’ll get it baby, we’re gonna give you what you want.” And with that his fingers were inside of me, he immediately started curling them. I couldn’t believe how fast his fingers were going, I was suctioning so tight around him.
Sam dipped his head towards my other nipple and started mirroring Danny again. They worked me in perfect harmony.
We stayed like this for a few minutes, the noises filling up the room beautifully.
Danny brought his head up from my swollen nipple for a second, watching Sammy on my other one, suckling on it and making me go crazy.
Danny peppered light kisses up my neck and to my lips. He was lightly grinding his cock into my hips.
My hand trailed down to his hard on.
“You wanna see it?” He asked.
“Mhm” was all I could manage.
He paused from rubbing my clit and discarded his pants and briefs. Danny was big. Length and girth, pulsing for me. The tip glistened with a bit of his arousal.
I wrapped my hand around it, pumping him.
“Oh- fuck, Y/N…” He moaned into my neck, letting his head rest there. His hand went back to his original place on my clit.
We moaned each other’s names deliciously, & I felt close to my release.
Feeling like I was neglecting Sammy, I shifted my gaze towards him. He had his cock out in his free hand, pausing from fingering me and taking some of my wetness and pumping his cock with it.
“Fuck-“ I let out, he realized I saw what he did, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth and looking up at me, “Couldn’t help myself,” He said in a breathy laugh, letting out a light moan and returning his original hand back to my pussy. This time much faster and stronger.
I thought to myself that the only reason for Sammy’s stamina is purely from performing for hours on end. Most guys couldn’t finger a girl the way he was without taking a break.
My walls began to tighten around his digits, both Danny and Sam looking down at my pussy.
“Cmon, that’s it, I feel it, let it go, baby, cum for us. Our perfect little slut,” Sammy said in between his own moans, pumping his cock with more speed. My hand tightened around Danny’s, he groaned in return.
I felt my orgasm bubble in my chest, I was about to cum. My vision went blurry and I felt the release. I was screaming for both of them, as loud as I could. This had to have been the hardest I ever came, and they kept their actions the same. Rubbing and fucking me. My eyes clamped shut.
I let go on Danny’s dick, I began convulsing under them, tears stung my eyes. “Please stop, its too much, its too,” I said practically sobbing. My eyes still shut. I felt them stop and let out breathy laughs.
I opened my eyes and looked down at them, vision still blurry. They both looked at me in pure amazement, sloppily coming up to me to kiss my face lazily and tenderly. They were still sharing laugh’s amongst themselves.
“Wh-what?” I said, trying to catch my breath.
“You didn’t see- feel that?” Sam corrected himself.
“Y/N… You’re incredible” Danny added.
“What do you m- wait, what happened?” I realized how wet I felt, aside from the previous arousal and Danny’s spit. It was different.
I looked down to see Danny’s duvet completely soaked, water droplets splattered across my legs. Even on some of the guys torso’s, I’m assuming while they kept going, my release started going all over.
My face went red, not being able to believe what they made me do.
“Oh my god, Danny- Danny I’m so sorry.” I said quickly, a little ashamed at what I did, ruining his duvet.
“Y/N, I want you to do that anytime you can.” He joked with me. Both Sammy and I laughed. The interaction between the three of us made me happy I was doing this with them. We could go from pure lust to our usual friendship, I felt comfortable again remembering this. But I was still turned on, and remembered I had two men to please the way they pleased me.
“Okay, okay… Now it’s your turn…” I said bringing us back on track. I sat up shakily, my legs still weak from the events. I was still between them and on my knees facing them.
Sammy eagerly removed his pants and briefs, they were now both naked for me.
“C’mere” He said, putting a hand out for me. I straddled his hips, grinding my pussy onto his shaft. Not letting him in but letting him feel how soaked I was. Danny started pumping his cock, watching me tease his best friend. Sam was moaning my name, making me moan back. “The both of you are gonna feel me, don’t worry.” I gave him a light kiss, arms around his neck, I turned to Danny, putting my hand out to pull his face to mine, kissing his wet lips.
“You’re such a slut. So good for us.” He said huskily.
I moaned at the praise, grinding my clit onto Sam.
“She’s - ah- she’s being a little bad right now, not letting me in that sweet cunt of hers.” Sammy squeezed my ass. I smiled to myself, earning a smack on the ass from him.
“Think it’s just payback from before,” Danny replied, still stroking himself.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said innocently. Sam’s hand slid up my side, landing on the side of my face. “See, she’s a bad girl. Bet she likes getting fucked like one too.” Sam protested.
“Oh, was I tricked?” Danny asked, pausing his movements.
“Think she likes getting slapped around?” Sam asked cockily, feeling his dick twitch under me.
I nodded my head, biting my lip.
Sam smiled, he lightly smacked my cheek, making me moan out.
“Harder,” I said, still grinding on him.
He slapped my face harder this time, my face stung and I whimpered in delight. The pain was perfect. He rubbed my cheek a little “Oh, I knew it. You like it rough.”
“Yeah, I do” I moaned.
“I think one more will do her good.” Danny added.
“One more?” Sammy cooed.
“Hit me” I begged.
He hit the same cheek, making me moan again, the mix of pain and arousal made me grind into him deeper. His hand rubbed the spot one more time. This time he let his thumb into my mewling lips. I sucked around it instinctively as I rocked my hips deeper. I was so wet and he was so hard that he eventually slipped into my pussy. We both moaned in unison.
Sammy’s thumb popped out of my mouth. I reached over to Danny, taking his hand. I led it to my lips, he quickly knew what I was getting at. He dipped his fingers into my mouth, making me gag. Collecting my saliva, he worked it onto his shaft.
Some saliva was left on my chin, Sammy licked it, “You’ve gotta be the sexiest woman alive… Damn.”
Starting to crave Danny while watching him jerk himself, I slowed down my movements.
“I think it’s Danny’s turn, right?” I asked Sam politely, who agreed.
“Yeah, I think I wanna try that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“So greedy, aren’t you?” I purred.
Danny laughed, “To be fair, Sam’s talked about wanting this the most, I don’t mind sharing, baby.” He helped me off Sam.
“Kinda wanted to fuck you from behind, is that okay, my girl?” Danny was always so polite, I smiled in return.
Sammy propped up pillows behind himself, getting ready for my mouth. Danny got off the bed and came up from behind me, getting back on and lining himself up with my glistening cunt.
I arched my back for Danny, making sure he had perfect access and Sam had a great view.
I crawled between Sammy’s legs as I felt Danny’s hands on my hips. I felt him slide the tip, top to bottom, getting some of my juices to lubricate himself.
I stuck my tongue out, starting to lick the base of Sam, to the top.
“You ready, baby?” Danny asked. I looked up at Sam with doe-eyes. Asking him to relay the message.
“She’s ready,” He moaned.
Danny slammed into my hips the second I lowered myself onto Sam. I tasted myself on him.
I moaned around him while Danny fucked into me. He slapped my ass, moaning for me.
“Damn, you’re still fucking tight- even after all that with Sam?” He let out.
“She’s got the perfect cunt, right?” Sammy asked while holding my hair. I leaked out more from the praise.
“It’s so fucking good.” He said with each thrust going deeper.
I bobbed my head up and down, jerking him with my one hand. I gagged around Sam, surprised at how big he was for his size. He filled up my pussy so perfectly, I didn’t realize how comparable he was to Danny.
We continued our acts and moans filled the air.
I felt both Danny and Sam twitch in each ends of my body. I knew they were close. Sammy looked down at me, biting his lip.
Danny brought his hand to my clit, rubbing it vigorously. I was going to cum with them.
“Can we cum in you?” Sam asked politely, rubbing my cheek tenderly.
I moaned and nodded yes.
“Fuck, she’s so good.” Danny growled.
Sammy was the first to let go. Calling out for me, biting his lip and throwing his head back. His cum was delicious, I swallowed it eagerly, licking up any remaining arousal on his pulsing cock.
Danny fucked me faster, chasing his orgasm. He sped up his movements on my clit, knowing I could handle it.
I came faster than I thought, feeling my cum leak onto his balls that smacked against my ass. I called out for him, reaching for something to hold onto. Sammy let me hold his hand. He rubbed the hair out of my face, and looked me in my eyes lazily.
“Take him, baby. Cum for her, Danny, she’s dying for it.” Something about Sammy’s voice drove me insane, hearing him talk sweetly to me and full of lust. It was intoxicating.
Danny let out a strained moan, and I felt him cum deep inside of me. He removed himself and dragged my almost lifeless body next to Sam.
I held onto Sam, Danny held me from behind, and we all tried to catch our breath.
“Holy, fuck.” Danny breathed out
“Yeah.” Sam laughed, amazed.
We all basked in the smell of our sex and held onto one another.
“Well, I’m finally hungry.” I said trying to break the silence, which they both laughed and agreed.
We decided to go downstairs, them getting into their briefs, and Danny removed the duvet from his bed, know it desperately needed a wash.
I walked to Danny’s bathroom, cleaning up a bit.
Danny knocked on the door and I told him to let himself in. Like the gentleman he was, he had a fresh shirt picked for me with a pair of his boxers.
I smiled and changed into them, not minding that he was right there. Something about this felt really good. Usually after a hookup, I felt awkward but this was something else…
Danny told me to meet them in the kitchen where we’d ravish our meals and regain some of our strength that we lost.
I made it to the kitchen where the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones, unlike their usual loud voices.
“What’s going on?” I asked curiously. Sam was heating up my food on the stove and smiled, for the first time shyly. Danny looked at me with kind eyes.
“Can we… I don’t know… Do this often? Maybe not all the time, we still respect you as a person but… Y/N, that was kind of special to us… And not in a ‘I’ve always wanted to have a threesome’ kind of way… What do you think?” Danny said, hands in his sweatpants pockets.
Sammy smiled lightly and nodded.
I never pictured this happening, I never thought of myself as the kind of girl to be in a three way friends with benefits… But, I felt safe knowing it was with them.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this… But why not.” I smiled, they both came over to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my face.
Not sure of how this would work, but I knew we’d be alright.
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It shouldn’t have happened
Jake Kiszka x f!reader x f!oc x Danny Wagner
A/N: OMG first fic w danny! I love You man, just inspiration doesn’t always strike for me. THIS IS SMUT WITH QUEERNESS OCCURRING sorry if that’s not your cup of tea do not read and also 18+ FR
Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex, fxf sexual relations, foursome? Mentions of weed and alcohol use, dirty talk/mild degradation
Word Count: 2.1k
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It shouldn’t have happened. Not the first time.
And it certainly shouldn’t have happened again.
But here the four of you were. The last four at Jake’s place, staring at one another with drunken smiles and faded eyes. It was after 2am and nothing good ever happened then.
You had been in Danny’s girlfriend's lap all night already. You were close, it wasn’t anything new. And when you got stoned, you like to be close to people. Wanting to let Jake have fun at his party you’d left him alone, leaving you to bug Danny’s Angel of a girlfriend.
“Angel,” you sighed and the woman laughed.
“You’re on another planet, Y/N.” She ran a hand through the crossed individual’s hair.
You rocked your hips experimentally across your friend’s lap, feeling fuzzy and insane and needy and safe all at once. “Yeah, but you’re on it too.” You mumbled, staring up through your lashes after looking down at where your hips were touching. On fire.
“And are we on this planet with you two?” Jake called from across the room, legs spread wide as he slumped into his favorite chair, flipping his finger between himself and Danny beside him.
You ran your hands down Angel’s shoulders and grabbed hold of her arms tighter and leaned back, your eyes meeting Jake’s while you looked at the men upside down. You giggled as you leaned further but Angel tugged you back in warning, trying to keep you steady.
“Yeah, we’re all on the planet. Together. I can totally see it.”
Jake laughed and shook his head, standing to make his way over. “You are incredible, my love.”
You sat back up and sighed and it came out a bit like a whimper. Fuck, you were so wet. You needed to fuck. You needed them.
Angel’s eyes were wide on your face, still feeling you wriggling on her lap, hands drawing circles on her arms making her fuzzy too. You keened into Jake’s touch when he ran a hand over your hair, watching his girlfriend and Danny’s a little closer intently now that he was beside you two.
Memories were tearing through his mind. He knew exactly what you were up to. He smirked and settled beside you, brushing his hand down your back now. Your top was open in the back, leaving the expanse of skin bare. Warm and soft.
He settled his touch on your exposed upper thighs, your Jean skirt was so short and was barely of use with your straddling position on Angel. It was pornographic from this new angle, he could see your barely covered pussy pressing into Angel’s thigh. Jake drew in a breath, he had wanted this again but didn’t have the courage to voice it.
“Dan, c’mere,” Angel spoke out and Danny sauntered over to settle on the couch on the other side of the pair of you clearly seeing where this was heading as well.
You smiled at the three of them, watching you. You moved your hips again, grinding down into Angel. She hummed and you winked at Danny.
“Can we do it again?” You breathed, hips expertly beginning to move again. “I’m so wet,” you whined.
Danny breathed out a ‘fuck’ still in disbelief this had happened a first time, much less now a second.
“Yeah, where’s that?” Jake said right as Angel asked almost the same question teasingly, “Oh yeah?”
You leaned back, settling one hand on Jake’s knee to your left and let your other travel below your hitched up skirt. The black lace of your thong could already be seen if looked close enough at but your fingers pushed it to the side, slipping down your heat and pressing in for a moment of relief to gather the wetness pooling there.
You licked your lips in an attempt to silence the moan in your throat as your hips bucked needing it even more than you realized. You retreated the fingers, swirling them around your aching clit.
“Fuck, right here, you guys. It hurts.”
“Aw, baby,” Jake cooed, standing to move behind you and Angel on the couch now, slipping his hand down your arm to your slick fingers and stopping their work on your clit. “Your so desperate to fuck you’ll make a fool out of yourself in front of my best friend and his girlfriend.”
“Pretty slutty, Y/N,” Danny says, moving closer to his girlfriend to press a kiss to her neck.
“We’ve always known she’s a slut, c’mon Dan,” Angel coos, wrapping an arm around Danny to snake her hand into his hair while he begins to suck a mark into her skin. “She’s always dripping onto me at parties and on dance floors. She can’t help herself.”
You whined, keening your head back into Jake’s chest and rutting your hips into Angel’s lap. You couldn’t handle the stimulation and the lack of stimulation and how they spoke as if you were barely in the room. “Please.”
“But she begs so sweetly,” Jake murmurs, hands slipping to grasp at your tits over your shirt. “My princess just loves to fuck. Who are we to deny such a sweet girl?”
His lips press to the shell of your ear as he leans down, but his eyes stare straight at Angel who smiled back, her hands trailing up your thighs to where you needed somebody to do something before you died. It was a slick mess.
Her fingers are long and slim, pushing the messy fabric covering your pussy to the side again, she teases over the hot skin with a barely there touch and you whine again.
Jake shushes you as Angel grins. She drags her middle finger through your fold and slips inside you with embarrassing ease and everyone stops to watch as you moan out.
“Fuck, Angel.”
“Good girl.” She murmurs, granting a quick peck to your lips while Jake and Danny watch on. The sound of your pussy was so loud, she loved it. “So fucking wet…”
Her thumb works over your clit and two fingers slip in and out of you easily for a few moments. It’s not even long enough for the two guys to feel left out, you’re already so worked up that you cum quickly with a string of curses leaving your lips as you try to ride her fingers, bucking like a drunken girl on the mechanical bull at the bar getting off on the audience—something you had done before.
“Let’s move this to the guest room,” Jake suggests with a kiss to your temple.
Danny agrees and kisses Angel for a long moment before following you and Jake down the hall.
Your skirt and ruined thong are quickly removed before you get pushed onto the bed by Jake’s strong hand while Angel undresses Danny at the foot of the bed. Your hand slips to your already messy folds again as you watch Danny grope at her ass, kneading it with his big strong hands. Jake whispers in your ear about what a dirty girl you were watching the other couple with your hand in your cunt.
When they joined you on the bed, everyone was shirtless but you and the three of them looked wickedly at one another.
“C’mon baby, let’s see those pretty titties,” Jake moved to pull your top over your head and you giggled.
Angel widened her eyes at you for a moment, a secret joke passing between you two that neither of the men seemed to catch. You’d told her about Jake’s obsession with your tits and how he loved to fuck them whenever you let him.
On full display, you arched your back pushing your breasts into the open air. Your arousal made your nipples pebble under the watchful eyes of the three around you. It turned you on even more so you gave them a show, pushing them closer together with your arms before trailing a hand to play with one nipple.
Jake stopped you, taking your arm and pushing you to lay down fully. “Stop touching what’s mine, baby. I can only share so much with our guests.”
Angel appeared over you, kissing up your stomach, over your chest and up your neck. Her legs were straddled over your body while Danny ran his hands over her hips, pressing his boxer-clad hips into her ass. She moaned over you and then stuck her tongue down your throat. Her own tits pushed and pulled over yours in a way you had missed so much. The tender pressure of another woman’s boobs on yours, it felt so good. You wanted more, but Jake had restricted your hands, causing you to press your chest up into hers and whine.
“Such a fucking brat, Y/N,” Jake mutters, palming himself over his own boxers.
Danny hummed in agreement and pulled Angel back from making out with you, causing whines from both of you. “Jesus,” he laughed. “Would you like us to leave?”
“That might not be such a bad idea,” you said teasingly, but the look in your eye held the seed of a little truth.
“I’ll share my girl,” Jake said tersely, shuffling behind your head slowly. “As long as I’m present for it. Watch your tongue, missy.”
“Yeah, yeah, sir,” you teased and sent a wink his way.
He shook his head, still in awe of his girlfriend before pulling his cock free from its confines. He was almost unbearably hard. You moaned at the sight above your face and opened your jaw, aware and ready for him to take what he wanted.
“That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, tapping the head of his cock against your tongue. You hummed and bucked your hips, opening your knees wider.
Angel and Danny watched on. Angel’s hands were on either side of your hips, eyes bright while watching your chest heaving as you exerted yourself to take all of Jake down your throat at this angle.
The knocking of your knees against her arms brought her attention to your cunt right below her and she grinned, moving her arms in between your legs and getting down on her elbows, bringing her level with your dripping center.
“Jesus, I didn’t know giving head turned you on so much,” she murmurs, blowing lightly over the hot skin. “Hot.”
You bucked your hips and she quickly pressed you flat.
“Silly slut,” Angel tsked and Jake chuckled.
Danny took the opportunity to begin tracing up and down his girlfriend's ass with his own hard cock. The scene laid out before him was incredible. Angel moaned in appreciation feeling the heaviness resting between her ass cheeks and slipping down between her folds every so often, teasing her. She pushed back towards him wanting more before refocusing on your cunt.
She dipped her tongue down between your folds and smiled when your hips immediately bucked up.
“Needy girl,” Jake tutted, still slowly sinking in and out of your throat.
You moaned around him feeling untethered and euphoric and insane. You were getting exactly what you wanted. What you needed.
Angel ate you out with vigor and, you’d never admit it even if it saved your life, but better than Jake. Her tongue slipped inside you and she pushed in and out in time with Danny’s thrusts to her own cunt. She moaned into your cunt, muffling her cries but sending vibrations through your body.
Jake and Danny groaned at their girlfriends writhing in ecstasy, feeling close themselves. Jake pulled out of your throat and pushed gently at Angel so that he could turn you around.
Obediently, you got on all fours and faced Angel and Danny, smiling at her and then went slack jawed when Jake pushed in with a loud moan.
Angel moaned back when Danny slapped a hard hand over her ass cheek and everyone felt fucked out and happy. The men finished rather soon after on another.
You had cum twice but still wanted more as Jake left a kiss to your hip and slipped off the bed to clean himself off. Danny had already walked into the ensuite. Angel was laying on her back staring up at you.
“Can I please rub my pussy on yours, Angel?” Your question was for Angel but you were looking at Jake, who was beside himself.
“You need that, princess?” He asked softly, running a hand over your back.
“I want it so bad.”
“Fuck,” Jake’s voice was shakey, you were perfect. “okay.”
“Dan?” Angel asked, turning to him paused at the door.
“Yeah, go for it, honey. If you want,” he chuckled.
The girls stared at each other, slowly grinning and then were immediately intertwined. Thrusting and humping, their pussy juices mixing and sounding into the room obscenely.
“Thank god. I’m spent,” Danny sighed, adjusting his boxers while eyeing Jake carefully as he redressed.
“That’s not a horrible sight either,” Jake nodded to their girlfriends kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.
“No, it’s not.”
They watched the scene silently for a moment in awe and pride before settling into a different feeling.
“We can never do this again, huh?” Jake asked.
“No. Never.” Danny responded quickly.
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[Fanfics that I've read for the past years]
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Latest update: 07/01/23
Edited: 01/10/24
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MIX FANDOM
PT.1 (edited)
richard alonzo muñoz
Alma peregrine • Enoch O'Connor
the madrigals • camilo madrigal
klaus baudelaire • violet baudelaire
weasley twins • neville longbottom • luna lovegood
Edmund pevensie
santiago garcia
Pt.2 (edited)
newt scamander • wolfstar • remus lupin • regulus black • james potter
vance hopper
sherlock holmes
glenn rhee
peter pan • felix
newt • gally
duke leto atreides
jack frost • bunnymund
tadashi hamada • hiro hamada
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camilo madrigal
vance hopper
ralph
eleventh doctor • twelve doctor
dan torrance
miguel diaz • eli "hawk" moskowitz
wayne mccullough
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SLASHER
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Sam(Trick r' treat)
micheal myers
polite leader
ghostface
jennifer check
art the clown
leatherface
brahms heelshire
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STRANGER THINGS
PT.1 (edited)
peter ballard • robin buckley • dustin henderson • steve harrington • eddie munson
PT.2 (edited)
robin buckley • dustin henderson • alexei smirnoff • steve harrington • billy hargrove • eddie munson
PT.3 (edited)
steve harrington • eddie munson
PT.4 (edited)
peter ballard • chrissy cunningham • max mayfield • billy hargrove • gareth emerson • steve harrington • eddie munson
PT.5 (edited)
chrissy cunningham • gareth emerson • eddie munson
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CONTENT CREATOR
PT.1 (edited)
Ranboo • technoblade • tommyinnit • quackity • dreamxd • wilbur soot • sapnap • jschaltt
Pt.2 (edited)
Corpse husband • Tommyinnit • technoblade
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Technoblade • wilbur soot • quackity • ranboo
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MCU
PT.1 (edited)
peter(pietro) maximoff • erik lehnsherr • warren worthington • alex summers • scott summers • kurt wagner • jean grey
druig • loki laufeyson • bucky barnes • peter parker
PT.2
Moon knight • kate bishop • stephen strange • Peter parker • Miles morales
alex summers • Warren Worthington •Sean cassidy • peter(pietro) maximoff
PT 3
Peter(pietro) maximoff • miles morales • moon knight • khonshu • stephen strange • wade wilson • eddie brock (venom) • kate bishop
PT.4
Wanda maximoff • Warren Worthington • Moon knight
PT.5
stephen strange • Loki laufeyson • wade wilson • peter parker • moon knight
Pt.6
kurt wagner • warren worthington • peter(pietro) maximoff
pavitr prabhakar • miles morales • peter parker • eddie 'venom' brock • tony stark • druig • kate bishop • moon knight • frank castle
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STAR WARS
PT.1
obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin
PT.2
Anakin Skywalker • obi wan kenobi • poe dameron • din djarin
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BRIDGERTON
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ben hargreeves • five hargreeves
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VIDEO GAME
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montgomery gator • sunnydrop/moondrop
poppy playtime
ellie williams • joel miller
task force 141 • alejandro vargas • simon 'ghost' riley
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joel miller
simon riley • könig
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DC
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batmom • batfam • batsis • Bruce wayne • Tim drake • Dick Grayson • Jason todd • Damian wayne
Garfield logan • Rachel roth
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stray kids
timothee chalamet • ryan reynolds • bella ramsey • oscar issac • pedro pascal • justin h. min • joseph quinn • harry styles • tom holland
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Chris evans • Sebastian Stan • Paul raud
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Who Are You Now Pt. 4 ⎮Danny Wagner x Reader
A/N: alright babes, strap in! the long awaited (by me) final chapter is finally here- it took me ages to write (life got in the way, i didn't want this series to be over, etc etc) but i'm happy with how it ended! how about a nice resolve for such an angsty series, yeah? i can't thank you all enough for reading it and supporting me; you all give me the strength to keep doing what i love to do!
here is the masterpost if you wanna read the other parts hehe
pairing: danny wagner x female!reader
warnings: 18+ GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, minors dni!!!! this chapter is mainly smut with little plot. unprotected sex (please be safe, yall!), language, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sliiiiight degradation, spit kink if you squint, angst, fluff (feelings!! yay!!), mentions of anxiety, and i think that's it but as always remind me if i forgot anything!
word count: 7.5k
summary: you and your best friend have just moved to a new city and spontaneously meet a group of handsome young strangers during a night out. you hit it off with one of them in particular, but are left wondering if you are just friends or if there’s something more on the horizon.
Sweat had plastered your hair to your forehead. You could feel it even in sleep, knowing that your body was higher in temperature than it should be. It must have still been extremely early; gray morning light seeping through the blinds as one lonely bird started singing its morning tune.
Why am I burning up?
You could feel your sweat stream down your back, slick between the valleys of your chest. Half asleep, you kicked the blankets off of you with more trouble than you’d like to admit, the cool air in the room prickling your damp skin. At some point throughout the night, your clothes had been shed, and you were grateful for the air that licked at your bare skin. Laying on your back, you guided your breathing to settle back into a relaxed pace, your body finally cooling to its natural temperature. Sleep was on the horizon once more until you heard a faint snore next to you, the noise scaring you as you shot your eyes open and held your breath.
In your sleepy state, you had completely forgotten that you were not at home, not in your bed, and your eyes widened as you turned your head to see Daniel slumbering peacefully next to you. He was laying on his stomach, neck turned so he was facing you, his arms folded underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. His breathing deep, thankfully you hadn’t woken him with your startled gasp. Carefully, you flipped on your side and faced him, scanning his features in his unconscious state. He was flushed, too, a faint sheen visible from the soft light filtering in, and you quickly realized that he was the source of the immense heat penetrating your body. The tendrils of his hair fell freely across his cheek, frizzy and tousled with sleep. You knew Dan was a heavy sleeper, so you braved to swipe your finger across his brow, following the curve of his nose and letting your fingers dance along the top of his cheekbone.
His freckles are back.
You delicately pushed his hair back, earning a relieved sigh from deep within his unconsciousness. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips as you watched him, letting the memories of last night flood back to you as his shoulders rose and fell with each breath.
You’d been in his room thousands of times; in his bed, even. Night after night of too many cocktails, the movie nights that ran well into the early hours of the morning, taking Dan’s bed after playing board games with him and his brothers, him insisting that they’d stay in the living room. But now that you stood in the doorway with Daniel’s lips attached to your neck, you couldn’t help but think it looked different.
The room was warmer and lighter than you remembered it being, even if it was a couple hours past midnight. Bright cherrywood flooring paired with creams and blues; his aura had always made you think that he would favor darker colors, but once you got to know him and see how he glowed when he wore bright yellow, this decor made sense. A big mahogany chest lay in the corner of the room, adorned with trays of different types of jewelry and a collection of shoes haphazardly thrown beside it. His bed was stationed in the center, blankets of cornflower blue draped upon it. It was simple, but elegant. Framed posters of musicians he considered “The Greats” occupied his walls from floor to ceiling, and there were records thrown all over the room that spilled into the other corners of his apartment. It smelled of him; his deep, rich, woodsy cologne gracing every surface.
Your eyes darted around to these new details you were just made aware of, your breath quickening not completely due to Danny’s kisses, but a mix of nerves swirling in your stomach, too. You had been so wrapped up in the feeling of him that you hadn’t had a moment all night to realize just what was happening. Had it really been the same night that you were at the show for The Thing With Feathers? Had you really only met Poppy a handful of hours ago? It seemed that time was moving at lightning speed while simultaneously at a standstill.
This was real.
Dan caught on to your nervousness; it was no secret that he prided in knowing you inside and out. He brought your attention back to him with one gentle hand sweeping your hair from your shoulder, exposing your neck to him further so he could continue peppering kisses on your heated skin. Your tension eased as you felt his hands trail up and down the sides of your curves, one stopping to splay across your chest as he held your body impossibly close to his.
He didn’t break his promise; he had kept you up nearly all night. When you weren’t fucking like animals, you were laying side by side talking about anything and everything, both of you in silent agreement to leave the heavy conversation for the morning and not pop your bubble of bliss. Initially, you had your fears of what it would be like to experience this level of intimacy with him; afterall, a queen-sized bed in his apartment is much different than quick fuck in a supply closet at a dive bar. But being with him in this way brought a whole new sense of comfort. Awkwardness and shyness never reared their ugly heads, both of you content to enjoy each other's company and the beauty of this new, exciting territory.
Throughout the night, he had been exactly like he was the first time; tough, dominant, demanding, and you ate up every morsel he would give you. He was intent on learning your body, exploring the ways to make you come the fastest, which precise flick of his tongue could have your toes curling and your back arching off the mattress. There had been many times you wished to take the reins, to show him the pleasure that he was bestowing upon you, but he reminded you that it was his night to take care of you. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have you like this, angel. Let me worship you.”
Your fingers continued to grace his skin while you were stuck in your hazy daydreams, and you didn’t notice that Dan’s breathing had changed and he had one eye cracked open to look at you, letting you believe he was still fast asleep. Your eyes were following your fingers as you traced over the freckles on his shoulders, eventually dipping down to the middle of his back then slowly retracing your steps back up. Only when you cupped his cheek in your palm, thumb brushing his cheekbone once again, did you catch him peeping. He shut his eye immediately, hoping that he was fast enough that you wouldn’t catch him, but the breathy giggle that escaped your throat told him otherwise.
“I could get used to this,” he whispered, voice hoarse and an octave deeper from the few hours of sleep as he rolled onto his side to envelope you in his arms. You couldn’t help the sigh that left through your nose, nuzzling your head close to his chest and settling once you heard his steady heartbeat. The hold he had you in was one that always calmed you down; it was one you sought out when you were distressed and needed comfort, when you were homesick, when you just needed someone to be there. His scent danced and twirled through your nostrils, a perfect waltz of his usual muskiness mixed with a new, more erotic one that you’ve never smelled on him before. It consumed you completely, and paired with the rhythmic pounding of his heart, you were lulled back to sleep incredibly quick.
~~~~~~
Something dusted your collarbone but you couldn’t be bothered to care. It felt nice, only tickling slightly in a pleasant sort of way. Only when you felt it travel lower to the swells of your breasts did you crack an eye open.
“Finally, I’ve been trying to wake you up for ages.”
He moved to climb on top of you, caging you between his strong arms and muscular thighs, his cascading curls curtaining you from the brightness of the room. You let your eyes shut again, a sleepy smile gracing your face as you felt his hair tickle your neck when he dipped to kiss your cheek. And then another kiss, and another, and soon you were giggling as he peppered short kisses on every inch of skin on your face.
“Don’t fall back asleep on me now, y/n, c’mon!”
“Have I really been out for that long? What time is it?” The heels of your palms wiped the sleep from your eyes as you attempted to roll onto your side to check the clock that sat on his bedside table only for him to shift his weight back into his thighs to straddle you, grasping your face between his hands as he captured your lips in a needy kiss. You locked your fingers into his hair immediately, deepening the kiss in whatever way you could. You could feel that he was already hard and leaking against you, and you found yourself wondering if he felt any soreness from your activities from the night prior.
He let go of his grasp on your face, never breaking the kiss, one hand on the mattress bracing his body weight while the other began to slowly travel against the expanse of your body. Never staying in one place too long, wandering to give both of your nipples a quick pinch, trailing one finger to ghost a couple circles around your belly button, making you laugh against his lips at the sensation. He dipped lower, feather light touches just below your navel before you pulled away from the kiss, planting one of your palms flat against his chest and pushing him upright. It was clear Danny liked to be in charge in bed, but you couldn’t quell your curiosity any longer and wished to see how he’d respond to your demands, instead.
Before he knew it, you had the two of you in opposite positions; you straddling him while he lay beneath you. He opened his mouth to object, but you quickly brought a hand to his cheek, swiping your thumb against his bottom lip as he stared up at you. Intentional or not, his eyes grew wide as he examined your face through his lashes.
“You really do have the prettiest doe eyes, don’t you, Daniel.”
You dipped down to give him a chaste kiss, over much too quickly for his liking, before straightening up, sitting your aching core against the base of his cock and bringing your hands to rest on his chest. He seemed stunned by the changes in character; with how he handled you in bed, he hadn’t guessed you enjoyed switching the power dynamic.
You began littering his neck with kisses, sucking plum-colored bruises behind his ear and along the side of his neck, making your way further down his body as you reached to grasp his length in your hand. He was heavy, hot and throbbing and the feeling of his pulse against your palm made your mouth water. A desperate gasp tumbled freely from his lips as you began pumping him, swirling your thumb atop his head to collect a bead of pre-come before resuming your pace. You lifted your gaze to meet him when you heard the sound, and your stomach fluttered when you caught sight of his brows knit together, eyes glued to your hand working over him, and his jaw slightly agape at your tight grip. You gave him a positively feline smirk, scooting your body down the mattress to press kisses against his abdomen, then navel, letting go of his cock in favor of planting your hands on his strong thighs and spreading them apart.
He lifted his head off the pillow, tucking his chin to his chest in the process, to watch as you began giving open mouth kisses to the insides of his thighs, moving higher to press one on his hip bone, and then the other, purposefully skirting around where he needed you the most. He let out a frustrated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You were having too much fun with this.
“Please, angel…” he breathed, his voice just above a whisper, high and pitchy.
Fuck, he sounds so pretty.
“Please what, baby?” Just a little more teasing. “I know you can use your words.”
He opened his eyes once more, throwing you a pleading look with his eyebrows scrunched together.
“Please, I-I need your mouth on- fuck.” You didn’t give him a chance to complete his thought, taking him all the way into your mouth and swallowing around him until his velvety length hit the back of your throat. Both his hands shot straight to your hair almost immediately, sweeping any strands out of your eyes and creating a makeshift ponytail in his fist.
You held his cock in your throat, letting yourself adjust to his size, tears already brimming due to the sheer mass of him. Soon, you began moving, intentionally setting a grueling pace, taking him all the way down your throat with every pull. The weight of him on your tongue sent a wave of wetness straight to your core, causing you to moan around him. The vibrations you let out had him unintentionally bucking his hips off the mattress to meet you, sending his cock impossibly further into your mouth, causing a slight gag to escape you. He halted, watching the tears cascade past your eyes as he brought a hand to your cheek, simultaneously apologizing and silently asking if he could continue.
You looked at him through your lashes, his cock still in your mouth as you managed a slight nod. If last night was any indication, you should’ve known that a mere nod was no confirmation for him; he needed to hear your voice. He pulled your ponytail, dislodging himself from your mouth, mesmerized by the strand of saliva that connected your lips to his length before saying,
“You know that won’t do. I’m going to fuck your mouth, pretty girl, is that okay?”
His words were going to be the death of you, and you found yourself trailing one of the hands that was previously secured around his thigh down to your heat, circling your clit in an attempt to find any sense of relief. He smirked watching your display, his grip on your hair only tightening.
“If you answer me, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
“Yes, Danny, yes please,” your words rushed from your mouth. You had been determined to keep control when you began teasing him, but he was quickling unraveling your resolve. He had you under siege and you were happy to relinquish control if that meant he’d continue talking to you this way.
Your voice was hoarse, heady sounding and he adored it. Getting you to talk in bed was easily one of his favorite things about fucking you; hearing your whimpers and whines, your pitchy whispers and the breathy cadence of your phrases; he knew the sound of you would haunt him day and night.
He guided you back down to his cock, lowering your mouth slowly down his length until your nose hit the soft patch of hair that traveled from his navel down to the base of him. You gagged slightly before getting used to his size again, his voice ringing in your ears, “That’s it, that’s my girl.”
He began rutting his hips up off the mattress once you were ready, his strong hold on your head guided you up and down his length. Your fingers dancing on your clit quickened, the sound of your moans partnered with his deep groans and the lewd sloppy noise of your mouth filling the room.
“Let’s see how long you can keep touching yourself, angel,” he punctuated his words with a sharp thrust,
“It was so cute how you thought you were in control.”
His pace quickened, and you felt the signs of your climax begin to form in your body. You were clenching around nothing, desperately needing him to fill you up. Your nerves felt electric, your head swimming with only the sensation of him.
“Stop.”
You groaned, looking up at him once again as you paused your movements on your now throbbing clit, and you could feel him beginning to twitch in your mouth knowing that he, too, was close. He pulled you off of him again by your hair, “You can swallow my come a different time.”
You wasted not a second before climbing up his body to straddle him again, eagerly lifting your hips to bring the tip of his cock to meet your entrance, but instead he brought his fingers to replace yours on your clit, drawing fast circles before leaving it to dip two fingers inside you. Your balance faltered, thighs trembling as you fought to keep yourself upright, planting your palms against his chest as your head fell forward, your hair creating a curtain around you and Daniel.
“Good god, I hardly even touched you yet and you’re already dripping, making a mess. You’re filthy, aren’t you?” A curl of his fingers. “Nearly coming from just sucking my cock,” he whispered as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, his eyes blown wide watching you begin to shake above him.
“Danny, please, I-” you gasped as he brought his thumb to circle your clit once more, his two other digits still fucking furiously into you.
“What, sweet girl, what do you need?” His voice teasing, patronizing as he withdrew his fingers, slowing his movements on your clit.
“Fuck, you! I need you, please,” you begged him, your nails curling and digging crescent moons into the flesh of his chest.
“Always so polite,” he smirked up at you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal up to trace your lips, gliding his index finger inside your mouth once you opened for him. He let you taste yourself briefly before withdrawing in favor of grabbing both of your hips in his firm grip, lifting you slightly as you grasped his length and glided him between your folds, drenching him with your slick before bringing him to your entrance and slowly sinking down.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little sore from last night's endeavors, but right now, it only accompanied the welcome stretch of him as you sheathed him completely inside you. You both groaned in tandem, his eyes screwing shut as he gripped your hips unbelievably tight; bruises would be inevitable tomorrow. You shifted your weight forward onto your arms, bringing your hips up slightly before dropping them down, setting a slow rhythm as you rode him.
“Baby, you’re already fluttering around me. Who’s got you this worked up?”
His words spurred you on, increasing your pace as that familiar ball of white hot pleasure began building in your stomach. He was right, you were a mess, dripping down his cock in a positively fucked-out state, your clit deliciously grazing the base of him every time you sunk down. If the way you were clenching around him wasn’t evidence of how close you were, he knew that the way your thighs tensed, how your jaw hung slack, those were telltale signs as well.
He began lifting his own hips off the mattress, meeting you with every thrust and pushing himself deeper within you causing your breath the hitch. He took over the pace, rutting up into you at an astonishing speed that had your eyes rolling back in your head, rendering you speechless.
“Come on, angel, I know you’re there. Let go for me-” he gritted between his teeth, his own voice shaky as he tried to mask that he was close, too, “soak my cock, c’mon.”
That was all it took to have your back arching, head thrown back as your thighs violently shook, releasing everything you had around him. Your vision blurred, your breathing caught in your throat as he slowed his thrusts, cooing praises at you as he let you ride out your high.
Once you settled, he sat up with you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you so that your back was flush with the mattress, Danny above you, still hard and twitching inside you.
“You’re gonna give me one more, I know you’ve got it in you. Show me how good you are for me.” He brushed your sweat-dampened hair from your face, coaxing you back to reality as your head cleared and your breathing settled. His hands roamed down your body, palming your breasts as he resumed sliding in and out of you.
His pace was slower this time, patiently letting you recover from your first wave, but you needed more. Now.
“Harder,” your voice had finally found its way back to you.
“Needy angel, I’ll get you there, don’t worry.” He brought one hand down to press on your lower stomach, as if he wasn’t already grazing your sweet spot with every drag of his cock.
“Just let me baby this sweet pretty cunt of yours before I make her cry again.”
He enveloped you entirely, his rhythm picking up as you felt him begin to circle your clit with the calloused pad of his thumb. He was intoxicating; you knew that you would never stop craving the feeling of him inside you for as long as you were together. The way he looked above you, his curls tousled and sticking to his neck that was slick with sweat, the veins in his arms visible as he worked his hands against you, his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth as his eyebrows knitted together in a mix of concentration and lust. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, wanting to commit this image of him to memory, thanking your lucky stars a million times over that you get to experience him like this.
He noticed you admiring him, folding his body over you to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He could taste your arousal still on your tongue, and he hummed against your mouth. His thumb never left your clit as he kissed you, his pace mind-numbing and you knew you couldn’t last much longer; you were still slightly piggybacking off of your first climax.
His hips began to falter, and you could feel him twitching again inside you. You still had enough brainpower left to bite his bottom lip, pulling it back before releasing it and looking up at him with your best set of bedroom eyes,
“Come for me Danny, ‘wanna feel you.”
He brought his forehead to yours, slamming into you,
“Fuck, baby, say that again.”
Somehow the stars had aligned and you were able to time your releases perfectly, something that has never happened to you with any other partner. You were squeezing around his cock with a vise-like grip, fluttering and clenching as his thumb increased pressure on your clit. You repeated the sentiment,
“Come on baby, come for me.”
He lost his composure immediately once the words fell off your tongue, bursting deep inside you, his warmth filling you to the brim. He continued his pace, your release following only a split second after, your ankles locking together at the base of his back as he fucked his come into you. Your body felt featherlight, shaking underneath his weight as you rode through your collective high, the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the room.
~~~~~~
Your brain was still catching up to the sensations your body had experienced as you laid next to him, chests heaving in tandem.
“Angel, I think I need a shower,” he murmured after a long breath of comfortable silence.
“Yeah, you stink,” you teased back which earned you a couple pokes to your side, sending you into a fit of laughter. He let up only when you were sufficiently out of breath again, and sat up to pull himself out of bed. You indulged in the sight of his back for a few moments, noting his muscled shoulders and the veins that ran up his forearms. Seemingly able to feel your stare on his backside, he shot you a look over his shoulder, catching you in the act of checking him out.
“You can take a few pictures, you know,” he teased, wiggling his ass a little before you threw a pillow his way, making his head tilt back with laughter. You sat up in his bed as you watched him saunter over to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to turn to you once again with an eyebrow cocked.
“Well, are you gonna join me or just sit there catching flies in your mouth?” Throwing him a jesting eye roll, you clambered out of bed and followed him into the ensuite.
You were thankful that all of this wasn’t new to you; there had been plenty of times that you had been getting ready in his bathroom, him toweling off his curls while you applied some makeup. You’d helped him clasp his necklaces while he helped zip up your dress; it felt normal to you. Albeit, all those times before you hadn’t been naked, but it eased any nervousness you might have been feeling, feeling grateful that your relationship wasn’t all that different than it had been before you slept together.
He was already wetting a washcloth with warm water as you stepped through the threshold, kneeling in front of you as he nudged your legs apart.
“Dan, we’re about to shower, it’s okay,” you said, awestruck by his eagerness to help clean you up.
He gently began wiping your mixed releases from the insides of your thighs, being extra careful when he brought the cloth to your core knowing that you must be sore.
“I know, but I can’t imagine it’d be very comfortable,” he explained, placing a chaste peck on your hip bone before standing again, turning back to rinse the cloth in the sink. You crossed the bathroom to stand beside him, beaming ear to ear. It’d be a miracle if the butterflies he gave you ever subsided.
Opening the drawer beside the sink, you pulled out his hairbrush and began working through the snarls that had accumulated throughout the night as he started the shower. The woman staring back at you in the mirror was one you haven’t seen in a while; you took inventory of the flushed rouge of your cheeks, the light in your eyes, how your shoulders sat a little further back and your chin was raised more than it usually was. Besides the disarray your hair was in, you enjoyed the way you looked. Your smile reappeared on your lips at the thought; it was something that hadn’t crossed your brain in a while. Usually you were stuck in a loop of negative self-talk, but in this moment you felt at ease; happy, even.
He watched you from his station by the shower, his heart swelling as he noticed you admiring yourself.
Finally you were seeing what he saw.
He walked back over to the sink to stand behind you, watching your face contort in the mirror at a couple of particularly stubborn tangles that didn't want to come free. Watching you this way, it felt incredibly domestic and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips and the faint pink that painted his cheeks. This is exactly how he pictured these lazy, sleepy mornings with you; it was everything that he had hoped it would be, and then some. Seeing you in such a relaxed state, no anxiety written on your face, going about your mundane tasks made him want to witness you this way for the rest of his days, and he only prayed that he might be lucky enough to.
He brought his hand to take the brush out of your grip, leading your arm to fall down to your side to then sweep all of your hair to the back, untangling bits and pieces with his fingers before bringing the brush back to your hair and gently gliding it through your locks.
It astounded you, really, just how caring he was of you. He’d always shown you just how deep that platonic affection ran and you never doubted that part of your relationship, but unfortunately you were used to men changing on a dime after you slept with them. Logically, you knew that wouldn’t be the case with Danny, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it once or twice. Now, you watched him in the mirror; you couldn’t have pried your eyes away from his hands working diligently on your hair even if you tried.
“Sorry, did that one hurt? It was pretty big,” he met your eyes in the mirror, pausing his movements until you gave confirmation.
“Nah, I don’t have a baby scalp like you,” you jested as you lifted your chin a bit in defiance. He playfully tugged your hair before resuming for a few more passes of the hairbrush, a grin still plastered to his chiseled face.
You heard him mumble ‘all done’ as he reached in front of you to set the hairbrush on the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the side of your head as you noticed the steam from the shower begin to fog the mirror.
“C’mon angel, you’re starting to smell a little ripe yourself.”
He flinched and scampered quickly to the shower as you attempted to swat his arm, an evil grin appearing on your face as you heard his laughter erupt.
You had managed to keep your hands relatively to yourself, and Dan too, both of you physically spent from everything that had happened within the past 12 hours. It all still felt like a dream; he washed your hair and scrubbed your back and you eagerly returned the favor. The two of you still somehow managed to find things to talk about, updating each other on the lives of your families, what your work schedule would look like that upcoming week, everything under the sun. And, of course, when there was silence, he would ask you your favorite question: a thought for a thought.
~~~~~~
Secretly, you adored staying at Daniel’s place solely for the amount of luxurious hair products and lotions he had stocked up. He had gotten out of the shower and dried in a hurry, insisting that he wanted you to come into the kitchen to the smell of coffee brewing and asked you to take a little extra time getting ready for the day. You agreed easily, grateful for the minute you had to yourself. It would be nice to have the time to process the new developments that took place within this short amount of time.
As you scrunched some curling mousse into your hair, you thought of all the things you wished to say once you were having coffee with him. Your nerves hadn’t come back thankfully, and you felt more level-headed than you had in a long while. Now you had a much clearer idea of where you and Daniel stood, and that made having such a daunting conversation a lot more manageable.
In reality, all you wished was to speak your feelings, and hopefully hear his. You wanted more than anything to begin a relationship with him, but you knew those things took time and trust and you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself before even speaking with him. But deep down, you were crossing your fingers that this talk would lead you in that direction.
Your body slick and hydrated in your favorite lotion, you dabbed a bit of his cologne on the side of your neck before entering the bedroom, noticing that he had laid out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you on the bed. You threw the clothes on quickly, feeling refreshed and determined for what awaited you in the kitchen.
~~~~~~
It was his turn to be nervous. He had left you in his bathroom, assuring you that he was eager to get started on coffee and breakfast but in reality he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Was this his opportunity to confess his love for you?
He volleyed back and forth with the idea; it would feel like an immense weight being lifted off his shoulders if he did admit it, but at the same time the two of you had just slept together, and he risked scaring you off. His hands were busy pouring coffee beans into the grinder, the sound of the machine not registering in his ears for his thoughts were too loud.
No, he argued with himself, there’s no need to rush. If I’m not an idiot, I’ll have the opportunity to tell her how much I love her later on.
In truth, Daniel had only been in one serious relationship before, it coming to a screeching halt when he found out she had been seeing somebody else for months while still with him. Sure, there had been flings since then, women who he thought would stick around for much longer than they did. Everything came to an end either because the spark had died out, or it was his own lack of initiative that let everyone wander away. He was an expert on second guessing himself; not knowing when was the right time to voice his feelings, letting silence consume the relationship rather than say what really needed to be said. All the more reason why he was nervous to confront you.
The kettle began whistling on the stove as he emptied the ground coffee into the glass of the French press, the high pitched squealing pulling him from his thoughts. He inhaled through his nose as he stirred in the hot water with the grounds, the rich aroma swirling in his nostrils before letting out a long breath through his mouth, steadying himself.
No more running, do you want her or not?
He popped a couple of your favorite everything bagels into the toaster before he realized you were standing in the doorway, the sight of you quite literally making his heart skip a beat. He regarded how his t-shirt rested at the top of your thighs, his sweatpants too long on you so the hem dragged on the floor, only allowing the very tips of your toes to peek out beneath the fabric. Your dewy skin mixed with your wet tendrils leaving damp spots on the shoulders of his shirt, your eyes shining bright paired with an easy, toothy grin. It all rendered him speechless as he stared at you with his mouth slightly agape, all of his previous nerves disintegrating into nothingness. He wanted this, he wanted every day spent with you.
Normally, him staring at you would make you blush or your pulse race, but you felt more confident and sure of your decision, so there was no hint of anxiety when your smile widened as you saw his face flush. You wiggled your hips slightly as your smile shifted to a smirk, parroting his words from earlier back to him:
“You can take a few pictures, you know.”
He blinked, and a smile finally broke on his face as he furrowed his brow at your joke.
“Cheeky,” he turned back to the counter to pour you a mug of piping hot coffee, “I like it.” He sauntered over to place the ceramic in your awaiting palms, wandering over to the fridge when the cup was safe in your clutches. He grabbed you the carton of oat milk that was only used whenever you or Sam were over at his place, and the glass bottle of maple syrup.
You made your way to his kitchen island as he set down your coffee accouterments beside you, grumbling about how you liked maple syrup in your coffee.
“Hey,” you countered, “this is a pretty normal thing. If you ever took a break from being so serious with your black coffee all the time, I think you’d like it.” You took a sip of the doctored up liquid, humming in satisfaction. Soon, the bagels popped from the toaster, and the two of you were seated side by side at the counter, munching away on your breakfasts and drinking your coffees in energized silence.
You decided to follow this newfound courage you’ve been feeling, so you cleared your throat and opened your mouth only for him to begin,
“Alright, I’ll-”
“Ah ah ah,” you interrupted, swiveling on your stool to face him, “Can I start? I’m feeling brave,” you laughed out, placing your mug on the granite countertop.
“Good,” he chuckled before sipping from his own mug, “glad one of us is.”
He positioned his body towards yours, showing you that he was all ears.
Damn, well now with him looking at me…
Your pulse began to quicken, completely opposing your decision to stand your ground and your “newfound confidence” nowhere in sight. Your mind was running and your thoughts jumbled. Everything you had rehearsed in the bathroom fled from your brain, rendering you dumbfounded and speechless. How was it possible for you to lose your resolve that quickly?
He looked at you with patient, expecting eyes.
“I-” you gulped.
Don’t say it.
“Danny, I think-”
Please don’t say it.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Fuck.
You couldn’t have stopped the words from coming out of your mouth even if you had tried, and now they were out in the open, assaulting both sets of your ears. The sweat was already beading on your forehead as your eyes widened with shock at the sound of your own admission, quickly averting your eyes away from his down to your hands. You had to say something, and fast.
“Shit, sorry, I… I don’t know why I said that, I mean-”
Laughter. He was laughing. Your ears hardly registered the sound as you shot your head back up, seeing that his hand was covering his eyes as his head was tipped back in genuine, heartfelt laughter. And it floored you.
The tears were already welling in your eyes, threatening their descent. How could you have been so stupid? To think that he would be receptive to an admission like that; it hadn’t even been your plan to admit that to him. You desperately tried to pull yourself together, straightening your spine as you cleared your throat once more, swiveling your stool to face the counter as you tucked your hair behind your ears.
You settled your eyes on the window above the kitchen sink as you breathed out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that’d be so funny.”
You lifted your chin towards the ceiling, silently cursing your tears, hoping they’d hear your plea and not fall down your cheeks.
I really can’t believe I just fucking did that. So much for not ruining our friendship.
Only when he heard your whisper did his laughter halt. In his mind, the thought of you thinking that his outburst meant rejection didn’t even cross his mind. He was relieved, overjoyed; the irony of his stress against something that seemingly was so easy for you to say. But looking at you now, face red with tears present in your eyes, he realized his mistake.
Frantically, he reached out for you, softly grabbing your upper arm to turn you back to him, trying to force you to meet his eyes. With a concerned, soft smile, he began his explanation.
“Oh shit, y/n, no I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m not laughing at what you said.” He couldn’t help another chuckle fall from his lips. “It’s just that you said it so easily where I’ve been ripping my hair out over how to tell you for months.”
You were glued to your spot as you listened, unaware that your tears had begun rolling over your cheeks. Letting go of your arm, he used his thumb the wipe away the moisture,
“I have loved you ever since the first night at Mickey’s, and I’ve been debating whether to tell you or not. I guess I’m just relieved to finally have it out in the open, that’s why I laughed.” He watched your expression shift from sadness, to shock, to delight, evident by the wide smile slowly creeping across your lips. He mimicked yours with one of his own, glad to see that you weren’t too angry with him for his knee-jerk reaction.
“I know I can be an idiot,” he continued, “and I know I’ve made it way more confusing and difficult than it needed to be, angel, I’m so sorry. I was so scared about losing your friendship that I tried to avoid this topic altogether, when in reality, all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to call you mine.”
Your heart felt like it was seconds away from breaking free of its cage in your chest. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought this was a cruel joke, one to get you to bare your heart to him only for him to stomp on it moments later. You tried to rid the thought from your head, eager to provide your own emotions to him as he had just done for you.
“That’s exactly why I haven’t said anything either, Dan. I’ve been so afraid to ruin our friendship because you mean the world to me. And what if this,” you gestured between the two of you, “went south and then I lost the guys, too.” You grasped his wrist that was still connected to the side of your face, his thumb absentmindedly stroking soothing circles on your cheek now that you had stopped crying. “It seemed like a huge risk, but now voicing it out loud to you, it sounds kind of silly. Deep down I know it wouldn’t be that easy to lose you, but sometimes it’s hard to remember.”
Before you could continue, he brought his other hand to your cheek and held your face as he pressed his lips against yours, hoping to convey to you the severity of what he was feeling. The kiss didn’t escalate; it was slow, intentional, passionate, one that told you he was going to take his time with you.
You’re the one who broke free from his lips, cocking your eyebrows slightly as silent indication that you had more to say. He backed away, ushering you to continue.
“I will say though, I was really frustrated with you for a couple months,” you admitted, letting your eyes scan his features as the corners of his mouth dropped ever so slightly. “How handsy you were, the pet names, that night at Jake’s, it all made everything… really confusing. I didn’t like having to second guess how you felt about me.”
You met his gaze again, easier this time than it had been before, “But I was also too scared to bring it up, I should’ve confronted you about my frustrations way sooner instead of letting them fester,” you confessed, letting your smile creep back.
He rested a hand on your knee, “I guess there were a lot of things we should’ve admitted to each other a long time ago, huh?” It was your turn to laugh, accompanying it with a nod of agreement.
“So let’s make a deal. We gotta be honest with each other right away, no holds barred.”
“Deal.” You laid your palm on top of his hand that was still resting on your knee, heart swelling with the love you felt for the man before you. He was looking at you as if you had created the universe in the palm of your hand, his eyes dancing across your face, his cheeks flushed and smile wide. You’ve seen this look on him before, but now you didn’t have to guess what it meant.
There was a comfortable beat of silence, the two of you marveling in each other's presence and the newfound territory you’ve now uncovered. Soon, though, your thoughts began catching up to you, causing a slight furrow of your brow.
“Angel, we just made a deal. Now spill it”
Of course he noticed.
“Well I-,” you hesitated, trying to frame your thought correctly. “What are our next steps? I don’t really know where to go from here.”
A crooked smile appeared on his face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ve got all the time in the world now to figure this out together.” You beamed at him, noting his implication of a long future with you.
“But,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he continued, “you could always start by asking me on a date.”
~fin
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Dirty Little Secret
danny wagner x fem!reader
Summary: You are forced to make a confession to Danny.
rating: 18 +
warnings: being obsessed with Danny’s nose (naturally), oral (fem receiving), slight overstimulation
A/N: smut below under the cut (read more tab)
One of the best things about you and Danny's relationship was how open you were to each other. From the very beginning, you had wordlessly made promises to always be open to each other, even in difficult situations. You had only been together for about five months, and you personally had never felt like you had to keep anything from him.
There was, however, one teensy thing you had yet to tell him.
It was dumb, really. An obsession you had developed before you two had even gotten together, one that you had told yourself you'd be taking to the grave.
It was his face. More specifically, his nose. You stared at it more than any other part of him, like, an embarrassing amount. You found yourself staring at his nose whenever you could, your attention drifting from his eyes to his nose whenever he talked. It was always a quick glance because you figured if he caught you staring, he'd tease you about it.
You two had gone out to some house party for one of Danny's friends. You had split off from his side to use the bathroom, and when you had come back, you found yourself taking a pause as you spotted Danny from across the room. He was talking to someone, a cup in his hand. From where you stood, you caught sight of his side profile, perfect as always. And, of course, your eyes were drifted attention to that damn nose. The only thing that had broken you from your entrancement was the fact that his side profile had changed, because he had spotted you out of the corner of his eye. A chill ran through your body - you had been caught. His eyebrows quirked ever so slightly in confusion before he made quickly excused himself from the conversation and made his way over to you. You smiled up at him, trying to play it cool.
The hand that wasn't currently occupied by a drink came to your side, gently guiding your body closer to his. He tilted his head down slightly, his lips against your ear. "Ready to go?" he asked quietly.
You cursed yourself for the way your body reacted, betraying you at the simple kind act. You felt like a freak, getting all hot and bothered under his touch. You nodded, expecting him to take your hand and lead you back to the car, but instead he stayed there for a moment, his mouth near your face. His head tilted slightly, and you felt it, that fucking nose, pressing lightly against your cheek.
Fuck.
He hummed against your skin before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and finally setting his drink down, saying some quick goodbyes before taking you out to where his car was parked.
The drive home was quiet, but your mind was racing. Had he seen you staring? You nervously fiddled with your hands in your lap while Danny hummed along to the song playing from the radio. Your eyes were focused on the sights outside the car, taking not of the streets, counting down the time until you were home. You were maybe 5 minutes away when you felt Danny's hand settle on your thigh, squeezing gently. Now, your entire body felt like it was on fire, the evidence surely noticeable through flushed cheeks.
When you arrived home, you got out of the car as fast as possible, hurrying to the door and inside, leaving Danny behind. You instantly barricaded yourself in the bathroom, removing your clothes and hopping into the shower, making sure it was cold enough to wash away the sinful thoughts from your mind. You emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later, a towel wrapped around you as you shivered slightly from the cold.
Danny was waiting for you on the edge of the bed, having changed out of his nicer outing clothes into a pair of sweatpants and an old band tee. You smiled at him and moved around the room to your dresser, changing into some pajamas.
"Are you mad at me?"
You paused, looking over at Danny. He was still seated on the edge of the bed, a small frown on his face. You made your way over to him, crouching in front of him and putting a comforting hand on his thigh.
"Why would you think that honey?" you asked quietly, staring up into his eyes. .
A sigh left his lips before he began rambling, "Well, everything was fine at the party, then you looked like you wanted to leave, so we did leave and then you didn't talk the entire car ride here and then you just run away-" he ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes finally meeting yours. You felt his sadness, it washed over you like a wave.
You quickly shook your head. “No... no, baby, that wasn’t it at all, I promise!” You gently took his hands in yours and guided him to pivot to face the headboard. You took a seat across from him, gently squeezing his hands. “I promise you baby, you did nothing wrong. I had a good time tonight, I swear.”
His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Well... then what’s wrong? What can I do to help?”
His eyes weren’t sad anymore, instead, hopeful. He really did want to help, but then again, he didn’t know what had gotten you so worked up. You looked down at his hands, your fingers skimming his. “It’s... your nose.”
“I’m sorry?”
Your face dove down, hiding in your hands over your lap. “God... I’m such a weirdo, aren’t I? You can laugh, it’s okay.” You groaned.
His hand was suddenly on your shoulder, warm and heavy. “Honey, look at me.”
You obeyed, of course, raising your head and dropping your arms to your side. Danny was staring you down and you felt your body heating up again. His hand cradled your cheek, then mouthed downwards to graze over your collarbones. He gently applied pressure and you took the signal, laying down on your back. He crawled over you, smiling before dipping his head down to kiss your neck. You could feel your heart hammering away in your chest, your body completely on fire as his lips worked around your neck and collarbone, moving down to lift up your shirt a little, skipping your breasts and moving straight to your stomach, kissing the soft skin there. You gasped as he placed a gentle kiss to the skin right above the hem of your shorts, his fingers hooking into your waistband to pull them down. He slowly pulled them down, his eyes never leaving yours. He began to gently graze your thighs with his mouth. You couldn’t ignore the burning desire in you any longer. Your hand took Danny’s hand that was gripping your hip off and guided it to your panties, hoping he would get the message. His lips came off your thighs, both his hands now gently hooked around the hem of your panties.
This was new territory, both of you knew that. You had made out plenty of times, but had both agreed to take the relationship slow, so the sex part hadn’t come yet. He tugged at the slightly, then stopped, his lips melting into a soft smile.
“Can I? Please?”
Your heart melted as you nodded. “Yes,” you breathed out.
He wasted no time, yanking your panties down and burying his face in your heat. A gasp escaped your lips; this hadn’t been the energy you were expecting. Danny was your gentle giant, a perfect gentleman. But the moment his mouth came into contact with your core, he acted like a starved animal. Absolutely feral and scandalous. He started by giving your clit attention, lips instantly latching on to suckle you. Your back arched slightly, your hips thrusting up into the air before Danny’s strong hands latching on to center you back to the mattress. Your hands moved to his hair, gathering it and holding it tight to keep it out of Danny’s face. His mouth detached from your clit, and you let out a shamelessly pathetic whine, hips struggling to move upwards to his mouth. He chuckled lowly before moving slightly lower, the sensation of his warm mouth consuming you as his tongue worked against you. His tongue lazily stroked at your entrance, and you let yourself melt into the mattress, the pleasure that had been ebbing away in you slowly building up. That’s when you felt it: that goddamn nose. You looked down and saw the sexual darkness in his eyes, and it hit you that it was intentional. He experimentally moved his head, his mouth never leaving you, watching your face to see when his nose would hit that oh-so-perfect spot. And when it did? Chaos.
His eyes drifted close as he began to shake his head back and forth, his nose bumping against your clit back and forth in a delicious manor. Thank God Danny was so strong because his body thrashed against the mattress, the sensations becoming too much. The pleasure became white hot as he brought you closer to the edge, working at a rapid place against you now. Your orgasm came hard, crashing over you and drowning you like a wave. The obscene sounds leaving your lips didn’t stop as Danny continued on, lost in the taste of you.
Your body jolted; feet planted against the mattress in an attempt to slide away from him. He looked up at you in confusion, his mouth hovering above his heat.
You chuckled weakly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “J-just sensitive, that’s all.”
He sat up, rubbing your thighs gently. He gently pressed you down again, your head resting against the pillows, and retrieved your panties from the foot of the bed to slide them back up your body. He laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You noticed the bulge in his sweatpants and your hand gently trailed his down his stomach. You were stopped by his hand enveloping your wrist, stopping you in place.
“You don’t have to, honey, it’s okay.” Danny said softly, looking down at you.
You shook your head, a grin on your face. You moved to straddle his hips, your hands cradling his face gently. Your mouth moved to his neck, mirroring his actions from earlier. A moan rumbled from his chest, his hands gripping your hips.
“Honey?”
You hummed in response, suckling harshly against his neck, sure to leave marks.
“I love you so much.”
You pulled back, your thumb stroking his cheek as you looked at him in adoration. “I love you too, baby.”
His fingers stroked at your sides, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Well, since you were so honest with me... maybe it’s time I come clean about something myself.”
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A/N: my first GVF smut, hope you all enjoy! Likes, comments, and shares are very appreciated :) my requests are open and welcome !!!
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A Dangerous Duo (everyone)
Summary: Sam and Josh try drag.
Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, Josh Kiszka x Male O.C., Jake Kiszka x Male O.C.
Genre: no clue, too long to be drabble but there’s no smut or angst or anything. Just a fun little fic about our boys trying drag for the first time.
Word Count: 6.2 k
Warnings: language? But what’s new with them
A/N: I would highly recommend reading Save a Horse and Ride a Cowboy as well as their previous fics, as this is a continuation of their stories within this Universe. I love Sebastian with all my heart, Sirena is an amazing drag mother to Josh and Sam.
“Yeah, just right there is fine. Thanks, Daniel.” Sam smiles as Danny sets his bags down where he had directed him to.
Austin follows close behind, setting Josh’s bags near Sams.
“Sure we can’t do anythin’ else to help, darlin’?”
“Nope, that’s it. Thanks, love.” Josh presses a quick kiss to his cheek as he passes him, setting the rest of his bags down.
“Jesus Christ Josh, how much shit do you have? You have at least twice as many bags as I do.”
Josh rolls his eyes at his youngest brother, “Go big or go home, Sam. In my defense, my second wig is fucking massive, takes an entire bag up.”
“I still can’t believe you guys won’t tell us anything about your routines. Please can we just have one piece of information like what songs you’re doing?”
Sam walks over to his boyfriend and places his hands on the sides of his face, bringing him close to his own with a loving look, teasing him with their proximity. “That would ruin the surprise, Daniel.” Sam drops his hands before turning away so he can’t see the pouty look on Danny’s face that always got him what he wanted.
“I know what you’re doing, Daniel. I’m not caving this time.”
Josh begins shooing the other boys towards the door, slowing making his way towards them so they had no choice but to back out of the room. “Anyways, we need to start getting ready so, and I mean this with all the love I have for you two but, fuck off.”
Danny turns towards Austin, shaking his head in mock hurt. “See how they just throw us to the curb once they got their use out of us?”
Austin laughs, joining in on the bit. “Knew he was just keepin’ me around for my muscles. I’ll reckon this was their plan all along.”
“Yep, you caught us.” Sam chimes in, bent over his bags as he searched through their contents for his makeup bag.
“Mhm, that was our whole devious plan all along.” Josh begins closing the door, shouting a final, “Kay see you later, love you, bye.” before closing the door in their faces.
Danny scoffs, loud enough for them to hear on the other side of the door, before dropping the act and turning as he and Austin begin walking down the hall. They bump into Sebastian and Jake, also carrying bags as they make their way towards the room Sam and Josh were occupying.
Danny practically jumps them, “Jake! Sebastian! Oh my god please just tell us SOMETHING about Josh and Sam’s routines. They won’t say anything and I know you know something about them. They keep making these little inside jokes with mischievous smiles and I am fucking dying to know why.”
Jake throws his hands up in defense. “Hey don’t look at me, Seb won’t tell me anything either.”
Sebastian motions as if he was zipping and locking his lips, throwing away the key with a secretive smile on his face. “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’, kid. All I’ll say is I hope you brought a shit tonna ones.” He winks at Jake, “Maybe even some fives and tens if you’re feelin’ generous.”
Danny groans in frustration, all hope of finding out his boyfriend and brothers plans leaving him.
Austin offers him a pat on the back, as if he were consoling him. “It’s alright, Dan. We’ll find out soon enough.”
“Easy for you to say. Josh may be a shit head but he’s sweet at heart so it balances out. Sam’s just a shit head, I don’t trust that fucker. When I asked about his songs he just giggled, and he never giggles so I know he’s up to something.” He looks towards Jake, whose eyebrows were raised at his comment. “You know I say that with all the love in my heart for him.”
A grin breaks onto his face, and Danny silently curses Josh for getting his twin to do theater in high school with him. “Yeah I know, Sam’s a shit head. I was just fucking with you.” Sebastian and him start to make their way past the other two boys. “Anyways, I’m gonna help Seb drop these bags at the room, wait up for me?”
“Of course.”
“Try and peek into the room if you can, they just started getting ready but I bet you could spot some clues.” Danny calls after them.
“Uh, uh. No way, mon beau. I got the bags from here, thank you for your help. Go join them, love. I gotta go help my daughters get ready.”
Jake pouts up at his boyfriend, attempting to sway him as he was also curious about what his brothers had in store for the show. Sebastian looks at him with a slight smile, unwavering in his statement to not spill their secrets, his hand outstretched and motioning to take the bags. Jake sighs, giving up and handing them to him before giving him a quick kiss.
“See you boys in a few hours. Love you, Jake.”
“Love you too, Seb. Have fun trying not to strangle them.”
Sebastian only laughs as he makes his way down the hall, already hearing the lively bickering of the brothers behind the door.
The three men turn, weaving through the maze of the back rooms before finding the entrance to the main venue, still empty as the doors didn’t open for another two hours. They find a table near the back corner, knowing their partners would find them and give them a little extra attention no matter where they sat.
“I’m gonna go get us drinks while we wait. Want anything?” Danny questions, standing and looking at the others questioningly.
“The usual’s fine with me, Dan. Thank you.”
“Same for me, thanks.”
“You got it. Be right back.”
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“I swear to god Joshua I’m going to vomit.” Sam screeches, his voice filling the small room.
“I told you I had colored contacts, Sam. If you don’t wanna see it then just look away while I put them in.” Josh retorts as he brings his hands back up to his eye, struggling to put his contacts in as Sam squirms beside him.
Sam physically cringes, turning away from his brother as his entire body shivers, groaning in his disgust. “That’s not helping, I can feel you putting them in.”
“Maybe if you would shut the fuck up, I could concentrate and get it done faster, dipshit.”
“Alright ladies, settle down. Can’t have y’all killin’ each other right before your first show.”
Sam focuses on adjusting his first hairdo of the night, trying his best to ignore his brother next to him but finding it increasingly hard as they shared the mirror.
“Got it!” Josh says excitedly, blinking rapidly as his eyes adjusted. “How do I look, Sam?”
He makes eye contact with him through the mirror, the bright red of his eyes an unusual sight. Sam grimaces at the lack of the familiar warm brown of his brothers’ eyes. “Creepy as hell.”
Josh prods him in the ribs, sarcasm dripping from his words. “Yeah, that’s the only reason I chose this color, to creep you out.” He wiggles his fingers at Sam as he inches closer to him.
Sam jumps out of his chair, putting as much space between him and Josh as the small room would allow. “Nope, nope, fuck off.”
Josh laughs, dropping his hands as he stands, beginning to rifle through his belongings in search of his outfit.
Sebastian bends to check his wig in the mirror, already having finished his makeup and getting dressed long before they had. “Alright, finish up. Show starts in 30 and y’all are the first performers of the night.” He makes his way to the door, opening it and stopping at the entryway to offer a final, “See y’all out there.” Before leaving them to get dressed.
“Hey Sam have you seen my-“ Josh’s question is cut short as a soft piece of foam hits the side of his head. He bends to pick the foam bra insert up, “Yeah that.” He fully turns towards Sam, “Do you know where the other one is-“
Once again, Sam chucks the insert at him, this time hitting him square in the face.
“I swear to god I’m gonna shove this so far up your ass-"
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Danny anxiously checks the time on his phone, relieved to see the show was scheduled to start in a few minutes. He lets out a shaky breath, his leg bouncing as he finds any outlet for his nerves.
Jake notices, gently elbowing him to bring him back to the moment. “Danny, chill. Don’t worry you won’t have to wait much longer to see what my dickhead brothers have planned.”
Just as he finishes his sentence the club lights dim, and a bright spotlight falls on Sirena as she enters the stage from the side. She immediately consumes all of Jakes attention and he sucks a sharp breath in as his eyes wander over his boyfriend. His gaze goes from her tall stiletto boots, up her legs covered by blood red, loose leather pants, continuing to her tight fitting high-collared shirt, a heart shaped hole at the center of her chest to show off her impressively contoured “cleavage”. The light catches on her spiked choker as his eyes continue their journey upwards, he takes in her long locs, the same blood red as her pants. His gaze finally comes to a stop on her black eyes, the colored contacts covering both the iris and whites of them. The crowd cheers as she takes her place, adjusting to the bright light and checking her mic before starting.
“First of all, thank y’all for comin’ out tonight! How y’all feelin’?”
The crowd roars in response as Sirena grins, waiting for them to quiet down before she continues. “Fuckin’ fantastic! That’s what I love to hear! I do got a few things to say before we start tonight. First, consent is fucking sexy! If you don’t want extra attention or interaction from a performer, just throw your arms up into an “X” and they’ll respect that. Consent also goes two ways, so make sure to not touch a performer without them initiatin’ that interaction. The second thing is, tip your mother fuckin’ performers! It’s expensive to look this cheap, y’all. And lastly, tonight is a very special night. I have the pleasure of introducin’ y’all to my first ever drag daughters who’re gonna start us off this evenin’!”
Austin lets loose a shrill wolf whistle as the crowd erupts once more, causing Sirena to shout over them. “So I better see some fuckin’ tips in the air cause they’ve worked hard for this shit! Swear to god I’ve spent more time with them these last two weeks than I have my own boyfriend.” She jokes.
“Without further ado, may I introduce you to Elle Fernanda and Callie Bungah!” She yells, stepping off the stage as the spotlight cuts out.
It quickly reappears joined by soft red lights, fixed on the split curtains at the back of the stage. A too-familiar electronic intro begins and Danny’s jaw drops.
“Oh my fucking god, they didn’t.”
Josh and Sam burst through the middle, perfectly lip syncing to the song as it starts, matching the attitude of it with their stage personas.
“I like the girls that do drugs (Drugs).
Girls with cigarettes in the back of the club (Club).
Girls that hate cops and buy guns (Guns).
Girls with no buns, girls that’s mean just for fun.
I like girls who make love, but I love girls who like to fuck.”
Both Danny and Austin’s jaws drop, blushes falling across their faces as they take in their boyfriends’ appearances. Danny can’t seem to be mad at Sam for his song choice as his eyes roam his body, looking so unlike Sam that Danny’s not sure he would recognize him if Sirena hadn’t announced that it was him. His long, wavy locks are pulled into two space buns, his bangs messy and unruly, purposely left out. His makeup is light, with thin wings of eyeliner, visible blush, and dark painted lips. As Jake had noticed with Sirena, Danny doesn’t miss the way the light catches on his spiked choker, eyes continuing downwards as the boys move on stage. He has a fishnet shirt underneath his high-collared tank top, both tucked into tight black leather pants. Danny almost laughs when his eyes finally find their way to his short black heels, knowing that if they were any taller, he would most defiantly break his ankle. He tears his eyes away from Sam, looking over at Austin to see his reaction to Josh’s outfit, to see the other boy staring, mouth still agape with his eyes fixed intently on Josh.
Austin doesn’t know where to look, his focus constantly shifting from different aspects of Josh’s appearance and outfit as he takes it all in. His curly, brown hair replaced by a jet-black coiled bun with two strands on either side of his face left out as bangs. Austin realizes Josh is only an inch or two shorter than his brother, noticing for the first time his tall, red, sparkly stiletto heels. His eyes travel up his legs clad in fishnet tights, his gaze lingering for a couple seconds on the short hem of his leather skirt. He manages to tear his gaze away, his eyes travelling up his exposed stomach, only covered by a fishnet shirt as his V-line cropped tank top barely covers his chest. Passing over the leather choker around his neck, Austin’s gaze finally settles on his blood red eyes, with thick red eyeliner to match it.
Jake watches his brothers performance as they weave through the crowd, snatching tips out of outstretched hands as they make their way steadily to the corner they occupied. He looks over to Austin and Danny, laughing when he sees them both enthralled by their partners, eyes wide and jaws dropped. “Hey guys, think you have a little drool coming out of your mouth there.”
This comment snaps them out of it, blood rushing to their faces as they scramble for their wallets, seeing their partners drawing nearer to their table by the second. They finally reach their table, making their way towards their respective boyfriends. Sam momentarily ignores the bill in Danny’s hand, instead grabbing his hips and slotting his body in between his knees.
“They say I’m too fuckin’ horny,
Wanna put me in a cage.
I’d probably fuck the hole in the wall
The guy before made.”
Sam thrusts his hips forward, emphasizing the words with each movement of his body. Danny freezes, his face red as his thoughts are consumed by nothing but Sam and his act. Sam smiles wolfishly at him before snatching the money out of his hand, turning and half bending over, shaking his ass before strutting away as if nothing had happened, continuing with his performance.
Josh is a little less lewd in his interaction with Austin, grabbing his tip and slowly running his hand up Austins arm, making a full circle around him before stopping with a wide stance in front of him, aiming a “gun” at him with his fingers and pretending to pull the trigger as the chorus plays “Girls that hate cops and buy guns (pew).” Josh smiles wide at him, winking before he turns, dropping down into a quick deep squat, pushing his ass out towards Austin as he stands before making his way through the crowd as Sam had done.
Both continue weaving through the tables, snatching tips out of the air as the song continues. They reach the stage, synchronizing their movements once more as they lip sync.
“I like the girls who like to lie that they came,
Girls who fuck on the train.
Girls who got so much hair on they ass, it clogs the drain.”
They both shake their asses at this before Josh splits off to the side of the stage, jumping high and landing a perfect death drop as the beat of the last chorus drops. Austin chokes on his spit as the crowd erupts, Josh rolling onto his knees continuing to dance from his spot on the floor. Sam turns, squatting low next to Josh, who falls backwards as he tosses his tips in the air, knees still on the floor as the song ends and the lights cut out.
Wolf whistles are heard amidst the deafening cheering and applause as the patrons rise from their seats to give them a standing ovation. Danny and Austin are the only ones still sitting, their minds still focused on the performance they just witnessed to notice they were the only ones not on their feet. The lights cut back on as Josh and Sam rise, Sirena taking the stage with a mic as they catch their breaths.
“Holy fuckin’ shit y’all! I’ve seen them practice that at least 50 times and even I am real fuckin’ impressed, that was fantastic! Lets give them another round of applause!” The crowd continues their applause as they take their seats, still cheering for them as Josh and Sam beam from the stage, acknowledging the crowds praise with thankful gestures. “How y’all feelin’?”
She points the mic towards Josh, still recovering from the performance. “Really fucking out of breath.” He laughs as he gulps down air, chest heaving from exertion. Sirena laughs before pointing the mic towards Sam on her other side.
“How bout you, kid?”
“Sweaty.” He grimaces before he continues, “Very, very sweaty… in very uncomfortable places.”
Sirena throws her head back as she laughs loudly, bringing the mic back to her lips. “Welcome to drag.” She turns to face the crowd again. “Now, my daughters are gonna go change and take a short break, but don’t y’all worry, we’ll be seein’ more of ‘em tonight.”
With that, Josh and Sam exit the stage, waving their goodbyes and blowing kisses to the crowd as they give their final cheers before they disappear backstage.
“We got a whole line up of amazingly talented queens and kings for the night, but, for the next,” she looks at her wrist as if she was checking the time, “Three minutes and 20 seconds, give or take, y’all are stuck with me.” The crowd whoops and hollers, and Jake brings both index and middle fingers up to his lips, letting a shrill whistle out. “So, I’d like to introduce y’all to your next performer… me!” She laughs, the crowd continuing their cheers as she hands the mic off to Sparrow just off stage before the lights go dark as she sets up for her song.
The intro starts, and Jake immediately recognizes the song, having heard it hundreds of times from many of Sebastians playlists.
“’Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood.
You know it used to be mad love.
So take a look what you’ve done,
‘Cause baby, now we’ve got bad blood, hey!”
She steps off the stage, beginning to prowl the crowd as her persona completely switches when the song changes from Taylor Swifts part to Kendrick Lamars’.
“I can’t take it back, look where I’m at.
We was OG like D.O.C., remember that?
My TLC was quite OD, ID my facts.
Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq.”
She weaves her way through the crowd, snatching tips as she passes people, her eyes scanning the crowd as she makes sure to interact with the other patrons despite her internal desire to run over to Jake and give him all her attention. She manages to gather her restraint, keeping herself deliberately away from the corner him and the other boys occupied. Finally, with less than a minute and a half left of the song, she allows herself to lock eyes with Jake as she slowly makes her way towards him. She lip syncs with the song perfectly, letting herself take on a softer persona as the bridge shifts the vibe of the song.
“Band-Aids don’t fix bullet holes.
You say sorry just for show.,
If you live like that, you live with ghosts.”
She brings her hand up to slightly brush his hair back, her hand trailing down the side of his face and jaw, pushing it up slightly to bring his face closer to her own, ghosting her lips against his. Just before they make contact, she backs away, her arm continuing down his arm and grasping the bill in his hand, taking it from his grip and taking steps back, away from him as she grins. She keeps her eyes on him as she backpedals through the crowd towards the stage.
“Band-Aids don’t fix bullet holes.
You say sorry just for show.
If you live like that, you live with ghosts.”
She turns away from Jake, her face obscured from him as she sings the end of the bridge, taking a running start towards the stage.
“If you love like that, blood runs cold.”
Right as it ends, when she’s about to run into the end of the short stage, she jumps, flipping in midair as she lands a perfect aerial, landing and dropping to her knees as the beat drops, throwing her tips in the air for further effect. She lets them rain down on her as the crowd erupts, losing their minds at the move she pulled off. She finishes the song with every bit of energy she had started with, gratefully accepting the thunderous applause and cheers from the crowd. Her eyes search through the throngs of people, looking for one specific man. She finds him, eyes locking with Jakes as he stands applauding her, a massive grin on his face as he lets out various whoops. He whistles loud once more, spurred on by the eye contact with Sirena.
Feeling a tap on her arm, Sirena looks over to see Sparrow holding the mic out for her expectantly, snapping her attention back to the show from where it had strayed to nothing but thoughts of Jake. She turns the mic on, checking it before starting her thanks and next introduction. “Oh lord, thank y’all so much. That shit just busted my knees but I had a fun time doin’ it and I hope y’all enjoyed watchin’!”
The crowd grows impossibly louder, showing their support for Sirena as they take their seats. “Now, y’all gotta give me a minute to catch my breath but, in the meantime, we got a whole crew of performers lined up for y’all tonight!” She introduces the next performer of the night, her sibling, Sparrow. After his performance, she comes back on stage, introducing the next, continuing this pattern as the night goes on. Jake thinks he recognizes a few names, Shimmer and Faebelle being two of them, but is lost after that point as Sirena introduces drag queens and kings he had never met in person yet.
After the last performer, she resumes her place on stage, waiting for the cheers to die out before she starts. “Now, I know y’all are havin’ the time of your fuckin’ lives out there, and we’re doin’ the same up here; but, unfortunately, this night has to come to an end at some point. It’s only fittin’ that our two opening performers close the night as well so, it is my pleasure to reintroduce you to our last performers of the night, starting with Callie Bungah!”
The crowd cheers once more as Sirena steps off the stage and is replaced by Sam, now bathed in a soft blue light. Danny sucks a sharp breath in as he takes in his outfit change. With his brunette space buns replaced by two blond braids, his tight black tank top now a loose, soft maroon one, light blue overalls overtop it, with maroon converse replacing his short heels. Danny almost laughs as he realizes Sam looked like half “country girls” he saw around town. Sam searches through the crowd for Danny as the song begins, finding him just in time and raising his arm to point at the other man.
“You think I’m pretty without any makeup on.
You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong.
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down.
Before you met me,
I was alright, but things were kinda heavy.
You brought me to life, now every February,
You’ll be my Valentine, Valentine.”
Sam grins at Danny as he begins making his way towards him as Danny wears a matching smile on his face, captivated by Sam and heart fluttering at his song choice. Sam ignores the other patrons waving bills in the air, his focus intent on getting to Danny. He once again places himself between Danny’s legs, his hands finding his forearms as he lip-syncs through his smile.
“My heart stops
When you look at me, just one touch,
Now, baby I believe this is real.
So take a chance and don’t ever look back, don’t ever look back.”
He places a quick kiss to Dannys lips, leaving behind a dark maroon stain before he grabs the tip in Danny’s hand and turning away to interact with the rest of the crowd. Danny’s heart flutters with pure love for Sam as he watches the rest of the performance, replaying their interaction in his mind even as the song ends and Sam reaches the stage, fists full of tips. The lights cut out as the song ends, returning to their dim white setting as Sam stands on stage, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd before exiting and disappearing behind the stage door.
Sirena takes center stage again, applauding Sam before bringing the mic to her lips. “Thank you, Callie! She disappeared backstage real fast, but imma assume that number was less sweat inducing than her last one.” The crowd laughs with her, whooping and cheering their support, and she gives them a moment to quiet before she continues. “Now, last but certainly not least, I give you Elle Fernanda!”
She steps off the stage, her place taken by Josh. Austin takes the sight in, thinking to himself that his new outfit was so fitting for him. His tank top is the same, the fishnet shirt gone and his hair now bright pink coils past his shoulders, a leather chocker adorned with a metal heart at its center, with his red contacts replaced by purple ones, his short leather skirt replaced by an ankle-length deep purple one, and lastly, his tall stilettos gone as he stood barefoot.
“Happiness hit her like a train on a track.
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back.”
No one notices the tambourine in his hand until he raises it, hitting it perfectly with each beat, encouraging the crowd to clap along with him. He smiles wide when they do, stepping off the stage and beginning to weave through the crowd, grabbing tips with his free hand as he taps the tambourine against his hip. He manages to make his way through the crowd without dropping any tips, tambourine still hitting his hip as he spins and twirls along. He finds his way to Austin, stopping in front of him as he pauses the steady beat of his tambourine when the song reaches its bridge.
“And I never wanted anything from you.
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh.”
He resumes the movements of his tambourine as he gently grabs the money from Austin's hand, backing away from him as he moves through the crowd once more. He finishes the song with as much energy as he had in the beginning. He bows as the crowd cheers for him and is joined by Sirena on stage as the crowd continues their applause.
“Once again, Elle, thank you for that incredible performance.”
Josh smiles at her, offering one last wave to the crowd before he exits and goes through the stage door Sam had disappeared behind.
“Thank you all for comin’ out to support us! Hope to see y’all soon!” Sirena offers as a final parting comment, before following suit after Josh and disappearing backstage as the main lights come back on. Jake, Austin, and Danny make no move to get up, taking the final sips of their drinks as they wait for the crowd to disperse.
Jake checks his phone as a message from Sebastian lights his screen up, placing it in his pocket after responding before he recites the message to the other boys. “Seb says to just wait out here, they’ll all be out in a minute.”
“Do they need our help? With all the bags and all.” Danny questions.
“Na, Seb says they can make it from the room to here with the three of them.”
They sit in comfortable silence for a few moments before Jake breaks it with a question.
“So, how do you guys feel?”
Both Danny and Austin let out a breath, sighing as they recount their thoughts and feelings from witnessing their boyfriends in drag for the first time.
“Fuckin’ amazing. Josh was, wow. And that second outfit was just so… so him, y’know?”
Jake smiles, agreeing with his statement with a slight nod. “I know, he looked so happy and at-home up there, like he was born to perform.”
“What about you, Dan?”
Danny runs his hand through his hair before speaking. “Honestly? I’m not even mad that Sam chose “Girls” just to fuck with me. That was… fucking incredible. They both were.”
They sit together, making light conversation as they wait for the other three boys to finish changing. After about 20 minutes, they appear out of the stage door, visibly exhausted and arms full of their belongings. Their boyfriends immediately shoot out of their seats, quickly making their way over to the group to take most of their bags.
“You guys were fantastic tonight!” Jake says as he takes a duffel bag on each shoulder, another in his hand.
Sebastian offers a tired smile, “Thanks, mon beau.”
“Yeah, thanks mon beau.” Sam mumbles with a sleepy shit-eating grin as he leans on Danny, who presses a soft kiss to his forehead with a light laugh.
“Shut up, Sam.”
“Both of you, shhhhhhhh.” Josh says, pausing in his attempt at handing his bags over to Austin to raise a finger to his lips, eyes half open as he glares at them.
“Y’all tired?” Austin questions, already knowing the answer as Josh rests his head on his shoulder.
He mumbles a “Mhmm.” into Austins shirt, grimacing as he remembers that Sam and Danny had carpooled with them. “Ugh, and we still gotta take Danny and Sam home, don’t we?”
“They could just crash in our guest room, I don’t know about Austin, but Seb was planning on staying over tonight anyways.” Jake offers as they slowly make their way towards the exit.
Sam’s face lights up at the comment, as much as it could in his tired state. “Sleepoverrrr?”
Danny laughs at his tone of genuine excitement, wrapping an arm around Sams waist to steer him out the door. “Sounds good to me.”
The group reaches Austins truck first, saying their temporary goodbyes to Jake and Sebastian as they head towards Jakes car parked down the street. With Josh slumped against the window in the passenger seat and Sam leaning on Danny in the back, the ride to Jake and Josh’s house is peaceful and quiet. They reach their house before Sebastian and Jake do, Danny and Austin having to encourage the brothers out of the car and finally managing to get them to shuffle their way to the front door as Austin and Danny grab their bags.
Josh pulls his keys out, struggling with the lock before Austin gently takes them from his hands.
“Here, darlin’, let me.”
As he unlocks the door, the group is flooded with headlights as Jake and Sebastian pull into the driveway, causing Sam and Josh to bring their hands up to block their eyes as they squint at the harsh light. Sebastian stumbles out of the car with a little more grace than the other two boys had, taking a few of his bags as Jake handles the rest of them. They enter the house, all dropping their bags at the door and agreeing that it would be their problem in the morning to sort them all out.
Danny taps Sam as he leans against the wall, already falling asleep as he waited for his boyfriend. “Alright, Sammy, time for bed.”
He makes a pouty face at this, attempting to argue through his obvious exhaustion. “Nooo, mnot tired.”
Josh comes to his aid as Austin begins pulling him towards his room. “Me neither.”
Jake scoffs at his brothers, already falling asleep despite having been home for less than a minute. Austin and Danny only shake their heads, sharing a small smile at the well-known stubbornness of the Kiszka brothers.
Josh leans against Austins front, looking up and batting his eyes at his boyfriend. “Can we watch a movie? Pleaseee.”
“Yeah, I wanna watch a movie.” Sam butts in, trying his best to stay awake enough to argue.
Danny sighs, knowing it was no use trying to argue with them, even in their groggy states. “Fine. But only after we get ready for bed. You still have some makeup left on your face, love.”
Both brothers smile sleepily, making silent “Yaaaay”s at their victory.
“What movie y’all wanna watch?”
Josh immediately makes a suggestion. “Labyrinth. David Bowie’s outfit is fucking phenomenal. Have it on DVD somewhere.”
“Sounds great, darlin’.” The group begins to break off in pairs, each going towards a separate room to finish taking their still-stuck makeup and wig glue off. Austin directs his attention towards Jake and Sebastian, already halfway into Jake’s room. “Y’all joinin’ us?”
Sebastian looks at Jake, shrugging before answering. “Why not.”
With that final confirmation, they break off to get ready before piling onto Jake and Josh’s couches for an impromptu movie night.
Danny helps Sam remove his smudged eyeliner in silence, humming quietly as he goes along.
“Watcha hummin, Daniel?”
His response is quiet as he begins his work on Sams other eye. “Woyaya.”
“Isn’t that that one song Josh loves?”
“Mhm, stuck in my head for some reason.”
They continue in comfortable silence and it isn’t until Danny helps Sam into a pair of sweatpants and an old band tshirt he had left at their house long ago that Sam finally speaks up again.
“Did you like the show tonight?”
Danny gently grabs his shoulders, turning the other boy before starting to work on his unruly waves, brushing the tangles out with his fingers as he begins to pull them into a neat single braid down the center of his back.
“Of course I did, love. You were amazing.”
He smiles at this, thinking for a minute before continuing. “You’re not pissed I did “Girls” just to fuck with you?”
Danny laughs, pressing a small kiss to the back of his head before wrapping his hands around his chest and pulling him close against him. “I wouldn’t say I was pissed at your song choice, but I was definitely surprised, sweetheart. But no, you were fantastic, so that made up for it. You little shit.”
Sam laughs quietly, his exhaustion muffling his words. “Mmmm you don’t mean that.”
Danny offers him a light squeeze as he nuzzles his face into the other boys neck. “I don’t.” Danny places a soft kiss to the side of his head before breaking their embrace, taking Sams hand in his own as he leads him out of the room. “C’mon, no falling asleep on me. Movie, remember?”
Sam only offers a small “Mhm.” as they make their way towards the living room, already finding Labyrinth queued up by Jake who now sat leaning against the corner of the couch with Sebastian tucked snug under his arm. Danny takes a seat on one of the small, two person loveseats next to the main couch, with Sam flopping down, half laying on Danny as he gets comfortable.
It’s not long before Austin and Josh stumble out, taking the other loveseat on the opposite side of the couch as Jake makes a move for the remote.
“See Jakey, I told you it wasn’t “too much” seating.” Josh mumbles out, referencing the argument they had had when they first bought the house on if two loveseats and a couch was overkill.
“Shut up and watch the movie.” Is all he gets in response as everyone settles in and the opening credits roll.
They are silent for the rest of the film, with Josh and Sam falling asleep against their partners not even 15 minutes into the movie, Sebastian following suit soon after. The three boys that remained awake share various chuckles and head shakes of “I told you so”, knowing they would all give them lighthearted shit about it in the morning.
They all fall into a deep, comfortable sleep by the end of the movie, peacefully tucked against the safety of their partners as the end credits roll.
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Songs mentioned:
Girls- The Dare
Bad Blood- Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar
Teenage Dream- Katy Perry
Dog Days Are Over- Florence + the Machine
Woyaya- Osibisa
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WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD! READ WITH YOUR OWN CAUTION. ALL FLUFFY SMUT AHEAD! 18+ !!!! MATURE
Work count: 2k
This is a request from @elegantcollectioncollectorstuff
If you enjoy twilight this is a little replica. Staring Josh and Jake Kiszka, and of course Mr. Danny Wagner❤️
Enjoy everyone! Hope you like it, I think I’m gonna make these into parts!
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DARLING PART ONE
“Josh wait I’m not ready, who’s coming?”
I’m immediately shoved onto the bed downward.
His hand reaches my mouth to only cover it with force. My tits smashed instantly causing my nipples to harden. FUCK.
“Shh, you know I don’t care!” His fingers find my clit while stalking down, sliding his two fingers around my wetness making me moan against the covers. He starts to caress my plump ass before forcefully smacking it, grasping it to release the pain.
“Uhfmn!” I spill out of my mouth as goosebumps appear faster than a second.
“The way you are responding to my touch is very balmy.” He slaps my ass again but with less force. I get up to sit into his lap cradling him.
I nod getting a better look at him, with his leaking cock sprung high. I lick my lips, slightly biting down on them.
“I wanna introduce you to someone first lovely.” I swallow hard, as my eyes went wide I hear distance footsteps. Josh then places a blindfold onto my eyes, blinding me from the goodness I’m about to see.
“I-I, wanna see Josh, please?” I beg while whining. He then places his cold finger on my lips, I shutter.
His cool touch to my warm alive skin only makes me more desperate. I begin to be quiet, hearing the footsteps become closer to me.
“Look what we have here boys.” Josh speaks to the others? I’m alone in my thoughts when another pair of cold hands cup my face. They lean in to rip off my blindfold, I open my eyes to three men standing before me. They all have piercing red eyes staring at me in hunger.
“She’s absolutely perfect Joshy, where did you find this beauty?” I think I remember Josh saying who these guys were the other day, what is going on. I bat my eyes looking into the tall mysterious, luscious, curly haired man’s eyes. He walks to me instantly grabbing my hands in his kissing them slowly.
“I’m Daniel, you can call me Dan if you want.” His pearly white teeth indicate a cheeky smile, causing me to flutter. I’m naked all in front of them, what was Josh planning.
The other guy walks to me and introduces himself as Jake. His dark liner bringing out his deep red eyes, so different. Jake’s introduction was a little cold towards me, Dan’s was on the sweeter approach.
Josh pulls to the side with Dan, leaving Jake to fend for himself. His body moves forward onto the bed with me. He gently lies me down spreading my legs wide open. His mouth attacks my neck sucking lightly, leaving a red spot behind. I moan biting my lip, he proceeds to lick down my neck placing his fingers onto my wetness.
“J-Jake.” I moan softly causing him to energetically kiss my soft lips. Josh had warned me about if I ever came over to his place, and now I know why. I swallow into the kiss biting his lip causing them to appear red. My hands lead to his belt buckle to unfasten them fast, yanking his pants down along with his boxers.
He then takes his shirt off, I flip us over so I’m in for a good measure. His length is slightly bigger than Josh, the thought makes me wet as fuck. Dan and Josh had disappeared leaving us alone. Great!
Jake positions himself towards me making me clench my eyes shut as he enters me. My wetness makes it easier but he’s so big, filling me up completely.
“Holy shit, you’re too tight! Good lord.” Jake hisses beneath his breath causing me to move slightly up and down. His hands find their way to my ass guiding it to slide easy with force. I begin to bounce hard onto him making him grasp my breast into his hands. He massages them lightly making my head roll around.
He flips us back over so he’s on top quickening his pace harder into me.
“FUCK, don’t stop!” I shout. He presses his lips against my neck biting soft while moving faster with his hips. The sensation I feel right now is so much I don’t feel any pain from him at all. He bites harder feeling his teeth sink into my skin, deeper with each thrust. I continue to cry out loud. I feel a drop of my blood trickle down my collar bone, making me gasp.
Jake begins to suck harder as his pace softens. My eyes roll back, my breath is becoming short. My vision begins to weaken, I blink rapidly.
“Whoa, JAKE! GET OFF OF HER!” I think I hear Dan and Josh yell running towards me.
Jake can’t contain himself he continues to bite and suck at my tender skin.
Josh soon rips him off of me, my center throbs at the loss of warmth in me. I wine for Jake.
“I’m okay, I like it.” I bite my lip causing Jake to smile showing his fangs licking his lips. My hand reaches to my neck to only feel tiny holes, leaking a little blood. Josh cups my face making sure I’m alright.
“Josh please, I want this. I already told you I’m all in.” I wink kissing him lightly while tugging at his bottom lip.
His smile grows huge, pulling me so he’s on top of me. My hands reach for his hair, getting lost in his locks. I tug them slightly massaging his scalp. Dan enters the room coming towards us on the bed.
Josh slowly makes his way to my head shoving his hard cock into my thirsty mouth.
Danny briefly moves to me sliding into me slowly as first, as he fully thrust into me making me moan onto Josh’s cock.
“Danny, move like that again.” Josh insist him.
Dan jolts inside me pounding his hips sorely into me, Josh pushes my head down further to his shaft.
I cup his balls fumbling them, only to suck onto them. I’m sucking Josh’s cock while Dan is fucking me missionary, he’s not stopping his pace, it’s quickening. I tighten around him yelling out louder than before.
My tongue travels up and down Josh’s cock taking him deeper each time I bob.
“Fuck just like that, I’m gonna cum baby.” Josh begins to shake above me.
Danny is making sure my clit gets rubbed as he is slowly entering me, in and out. My legs tighten around Danny’s waist, making him come closer to me.
His hands rake down my sweaty body, leaving scratch marks behind.
“Fuuuck, again!” I shout begging him to scratch me more. Josh finished into my mouth shortly after, I swallow hard showing him my tongue after.
“Good girl!” He pats my head.
He then runs his mouth to the other side of my neck sucking gently.
Dan is in my chest scratching his nails down causing little blood droplets to form.
“I’m going to cum, holy fuck!” With that Danny leaned closer into me sucking and gnawing at my skin. He begins to suck hard, licking my clean fresh blood away. He knows how to control himself, unlike jakey.
I finish while he thrust one more time into me, pausing.
Josh is nibbling my near kissing me strongly up to my mouth.
I start to squirt as I feel Danny’s warmth spill inside me, filling me with his liquids. I clench in and out making his cum ooze out of me.
“You look absolutely wonderful with my cum stringing out of you, darling.”
Danny winks while kissing my thighs hard. He disappears into the darkness, leaving me behind with Josh.
I am all covered in my own blood and sweat, I’m still alive. Shocking.
I lay on Josh’s chest while he begins to suck at my chest. Mmm. It feels so damn good.
“I’ve never tasted anyone quite as delicious as you.”
He sends shivers down my spine. I giggle and drift off to sleep, knowing he will be up watching me the whole time. I feel his fingers caress my abdomen, trailing to my ass.
“Wait until tomorrow, you won’t be so ready, darling.”
He chucks to himself holding me closer to him, so he can hear my heartbeat. His eyes stare wide, as of mine are drifted into a deep slumber...
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better days- drw
I think this is my first Danny post on Wagner Wednesday!! Written for @groggyvanfleet and based off of this thought . It’s also super short because all of my classes decided to cancel and make their midterms all due on the same day.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), minors DNI
Danny looked like he was having a rough day. He came home, flopping down on the middle couch. His hands were at his side and his head was tilted back, his face towards the ceiling. You were regretting the fact that you didn’t cook dinner.
“How was your day?” You asked, sitting on the other side of the couch.
He didn’t open his eyes. Danny barely even moved his mouth as he spoke. “Just a long day.”
“Are you tired?”
“No.”
“Can I make it better?”
Danny opened his eyes at that, peering at you. He nodded, mumbling out a please. You settled between his legs, unbuckling his belt slowly. He settled into the couch, letting you take the lead. You pull his erection from his pants and boxers. Grasping him in your palm, you give his dick a few strokes, then run your thumb over the tip in circles. You fist his cock firmly, stroking from base to tip in slow deliberate strokes. He tosses his head back against the back of the couch, a deep groan resonating from his chest. You smiled, loving how vocal he could be. His member was right in your face, ready with beads of pre-cum. This stoked the fire building in your lower stomach. Eager, you grasped his cock with one hand and licked the beads off. You made your way to the base, slowly licking up his shaft. You took your time and kept eye contact.
You took him into your mouth, bobbing slowly. He had the ability to last long, but not when you took your time.
“So pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Danny whispered, letting his head fall back.
You gathered your own hair into a makeshift ponytail. You flicked your eyes to your free hand, checking for a hair tie. Finding none, you accepted the idea of holding your own hair up. You fought back gags, focusing on his gratification. Moans and groans fell from his lips. To further keep yourself from gagging, you used your hand, twisting around the base of his cock gently.
“Let me,” he said, moving your hand from your hair gently. His hand took your place, holding your hair back while simultaneously guiding you up and down his shaft. Danny’s other hand twisted your hair into a bun, securing it with his lucky hair tie.
. Pausing for air, he marveled at the sight of his cock covered in your saliva. Placing your lips on the head of Danny’s cock took him by surprise. He threw his head back as you took as much as you could again.
“You’ve always been so good at this,” he praised.
You pulled off, using your hand to pump him. He looked down at you, nearly losing his composure. Your eyes were watery, a few tears on your cheeks. Your chin was covered in a mix of saliva and his pre-cum. Using both hands, you pumped him to his climax. You took him back into your mouth, lightly sucking at the tip.
“Cum in my mouth,” you breathed, moving your hands faster.
His hips bucked into your hands. You placed the tip back into your mouth just in time for him to release in your mouth with a groan. You swallowed all of him, sitting back on your heels.
“Better?”
Danny smiled down at you. “Much.”
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cabin fever — part six
Read on AO3 | Masterlist
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
Series Summary: During your week away at the cabin, you and Sam make a pact — on the last day, if he tells Danny how he feels, you’ll tell Josh how you feel. It’s going to be a very long week.
Chapter Summary: It's the last day of your trip, and you want to make it one to remember.
Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner
Genre: Fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, smut
Word Count: 9k | Chapter Warnings: smoking, drinking, smut (piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, slightly subby!josh, also josh is a boobs guy oops)
A/N: Sweet cabin fever besties! We've reached the end of this little story. I had so much fun writing it, and I'm so happy that so many of you liked it. I hold each of you very close to my heart! I hope this chapter is everything you've been hoping for, and don't worry — this isn't the last we'll be seeing of Josh, baby, and the boys. ♡
Breakfast the next morning was the happiest one you could remember. The five of you milled about in your pajamas, sipping coffee and sharing little bits and pieces of what had happened the day before. All of you were in a wonderful mood, well rested and glowing with happiness. Sam and Danny had both come out of the other master bedroom that morning, to no one’s surprise. You and Josh had fallen asleep on the couch last night after hours of talking and kissing and cuddling while Dirty Dancing and Ghost played in the background. Jake had fallen asleep on Facetime with his girlfriend, and didn’t mind the lovey-dovey atmosphere one bit.
Josh and Danny volunteered to make waffles while Jake put on coffee, and you and Sam talked as you set the table.
“He’s calling me ‘love’ now,” Sam said with a besotted smile. “Here, watch.”
He turned towards the kitchen. “Hey, Danny?”
“Yes, love?” came Danny’s response. Sam grinned at you, and you smiled back. It was pretty cute.
“I love you,” Sam called.
“I love you too,” Danny answered, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
Sam turned back to you. “Now you try.”
You laughed. “Okay, fine.” You couldn’t deny you were a little curious; while you loved it when Josh called you baby, that was more of a second name for you by this point than an actual pet name.
“Josh,” you called.
“Hm?”
“I love you,” you said.
You heard his chuckle. “I love you, sweetheart.”
Your heart melted. You knew you’d never get tired of hearing that. Sam gave you a pleased smile as he watched your expression.
“Sappy,” he said, as if he hadn’t just done the same thing with Danny. You laughed.
“We should do Jakey,” you said. “So he doesn’t feel left out.”
Sam grinned. “Okay.”
Together, you called for Jake. You heard the boys laugh in the kitchen.
Jake came out with a plate stacked with waffles. “Yes, my little buttercups?”
Sam gave a sputtering laugh as you giggled.
“Buttercups?” Sam repeated. “That’s the best you could do?”
“It’s the best you’re gonna get from me, Samuel,” Jake said tartly. Sam reached to snag a piece of waffle from the plate and Jake batted his hand away.
“Go help bring stuff in,” Jake chided. Sam loped off to do as he said, and you smiled as you saw Danny greet him with a kiss, spatula in hand and a smudge of flour on his cheek.
When the five of you sat down at the table and started passing waffles and syrup and bacon between each other, Jake insisted on hearing the details of yesterday’s drama. You and Josh went first, and the guys rolled their eyes and gave exaggerated groans at every point in the story where some kind of miscommunication or confusion popped up. They made you laugh, and you were so thankful to be able to see the joy in it when it had been so hard to go through.
Sam and Danny went after you; blushing pink, Danny admitted that he’d just leaned over and kissed Sam while they were at the piano together. Sam, completely unruffled as he sipped his coffee, said that Danny had given it to him good the whole rest of the day.
Danny’s face was bright red, but he couldn’t help but laugh with the rest of you.
“It was pretty good,” he admitted.
“Oh, we know,” Josh teased. “Anybody in a ten mile radius knows too. Sam’s not exactly quiet.”
That did make Sam blush, and he quickly turned the conversation towards you and Josh.
“What about you two?” he asked. “A little Patrick Swayze and chill, huh?”
You and Josh laughed.
“Something like that,” Josh said. He gave you a tender look and squeezed your hand under the table. He wasn’t going to share that you’d wanted to wait, because as much as the boys loved you, they’d probably tease you about it. You smiled back at him, thankful for his considerate heart.
When the table was cleared, you volunteered to wash the dishes while the boys worked on music. Since it was your last day at the cabin, they wanted to get in a little bit more practice time before the bonfire planned for later in the evening. Josh asked if you wanted him to stay and help, but you gave him a kiss and sent him off to get dressed and go downstairs. You hummed along as you did the dishes, proud of how each song got better with every play through.
You were almost done when they started to play one you hadn’t heard before, and you couldn’t quite make out the words Josh was singing. It sounded like a ballad, and they kept playing it and fine-tuning it after Josh had sung all the lyrics.
“How’s it coming?”
You jumped a little and looked over your shoulder. “Oh, Josh.”
He chuckled and came over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
You relaxed against him, cherishing the feeling of him so close. “You’re forgiven.”
He swayed you gently to the sound of the boys playing, and you tilted your head to give him better access to continue his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.
“I haven’t heard this one,” you said. “What’s it called?”
“I think we’re calling it ‘Always There’,” he said.
“It’s different from the other songs.”
He hummed in agreement. “It’s a love song.”
You smiled. “Will you sing it for me?”
“If you want me to,” he said. He waited until the boys got back to the verse, brushing your hair over one shoulder.
“You've been waiting for your lover,” he sang softly, glancing his fingers over the back of your neck. “What you'll discover is she's always there. Walk a while in her summer; she is the drummer of your beating heart.”
You drew a shaky breath when he pressed a kiss where his fingers had been.
“You’re trembling,” he said gently. “Are you cold?”
You shook your head.
“Turn around,” he said.
“I’ll get soap all over you.”
He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t mind.”
Unwilling to get his pretty green henley all soapy, you quickly rinsed your hands and dried them before turning around, securely bracketed by Josh’s arms around you.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
You blushed. He studied your face with gentle affection, and you put your hand to his cheek and kissed him. You couldn’t get over it — the freedom you had to kiss him whenever you wanted was heady, and you still felt a little shy.
He didn’t seem nervous at all, drawing you close and kissing you thoroughly. You felt a flood of butterflies as you put your arms around his neck.
“Won’t the boys miss you?” you asked.
His hands wandered over you. “Let them.”
You melted against him, letting him take the lead as he kissed you again. He was patient and gentle, but every brush of his body against yours sent sparks flying through you.
“I love you,” he said softly.
You smiled. “I love you, sunshine.”
He pulled back from you and gave you a delighted grin. “Sunshine?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. You carded your fingers through his curls that caught the golden morning light streaming through the window.
“I’ll make you mine,” you sang softly, a little bashful of your singing voice, but his expression crinkled with joy. “You’re my sunshine.”
“Baby,” he said tenderly. His hands moved to cradle your face.
“It’s not as good as when you sing it,” you said leaning into his touch.
He shook his head. “It’s better than when I sing it.”
He kissed you again, and you sighed against his mouth. His hands roamed over you, warm even through the fabric of your sweatshirt. Your breath caught a little when you felt his fingertips under your shirt, gently tracing their way up.
“Okay, sweetheart?” he asked, waiting until you gave your answer. You nodded; with another kiss, he splayed his hands over your ribs, fingers glancing over the swell of your breasts.
“Josh,” you breathed. The feel of his hands on your skin was incredible — his palms were soft and warm and his fingers pressed gently, mapping out the shape of your body with tenderness and desire. He was gentle when his hands found your breasts, but his kisses were hungry and wanting.
You were a little surprised, then, when his hands started to move lower, stopping when they reached your stomach. Your cheeks burned as he gave it the same adoring affection he’d given to your breasts a second ago.
“Josh,” you said.
He hummed. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I just...” You gave a nervous laugh. “My boobs are up here.”
He chuckled. “I know. And they’re wonderful. But...”
He knelt in front of you and lifted the hem of your sweatshirt just enough to press a kiss to your stomach.
“Your tummy deserves some love too,” he said gently, peppering you with kisses.
You didn’t know what to say. You blushed hotter and felt like you might cry.
He looked up at you from under his long, beautiful lashes, his smile quickly dissolving as he read your distress. He stood.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He didn’t touch you, but his hands hovered. “Too much? Should I stop?”
You shook your head, blinking against the sting of tears. “No, I...”
He studied your face, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong and wanting to fix it. Not knowing what else to do, you hugged him tightly; he let out a short breath of surprise before he put his arms around you.
“What is it, baby?” he asked.
You felt a few tears fall. “Nobody’s ever loved me like that before.”
You could picture his frown. “What do you mean?”
He held you closer and it was easier to talk, somehow, safe in his arms.
“There are parts of me that I don’t like,” you said after a minute. “Parts of my body that I don’t like. And no one else has ever liked them before. But you do.”
You felt him tense a little, and you were too familiar with Josh’s protectiveness not to notice it.
“I do like them,” he said sincerely, his voice intentionally gentle. “I like you. Every part of you. Even the ones you don’t like.”
You pulled back just enough to look up at him; he put a finger under your chin and tipped your face tipped up towards his.
“You’re very beautiful,” he said, and you knew how much he meant it. He gave you a chaste kiss. “I love you.”
Your smile was a little wobbly. “I love you too.”
His expression relaxed into a gentle smile as he watched your face, and he traced his thumbs over your cheekbones.
“You have the prettiest smile,” he said.
You blushed under his palms and he kissed you, soft and sweet. You could have stayed like that forever if Sam hadn’t called for Josh from downstairs; Josh pulled back from you, and his reluctance to let you go made you smile.
“Come down with me,” he said.
“When I get dressed,” you agreed. You put your hands to his chest and gave him a gentle push. “Go make some music. I’ll be down in a minute.”
With a parting kiss, he went back downstairs. You finished up the last few dishes and got dressed for the day, bundling up a little; the boys had mentioned wanting to be outside when they were done practicing, and the weather was crisp and chilly.
They were doing a full run-through of every song when you got downstairs, going from one right into another. They sounded wonderful, completely in tune with each other. You wondered how quickly they would want to get in the studio when you got back home, and guessed it wouldn’t be long before they were recording these new songs for the album.
As you curled up on the couch to listen, you thought about what things were going to be like back home. You felt certain that Mama and Papa Kiszka would be happy to know you and Josh were together. They loved you and Danny like you were their own, and you knew they’d be pleased about Sam and Danny getting together too.
How much would things change with you and Josh together? Would you share your apartment back home when the boys weren’t on the road? You blushed at the thought, a little embarrassed — it certainly felt like you were jumping the gun on that one, considering that you hadn’t even slept together yet.
You watched Josh as he sang, admiring the way he moved and seemed to feel the music with his whole body. His expression was one of concentration and passion, his eyes closing for a moment to really listen to what they were creating. A small smile curved his mouth, and you felt yourself smiling with him.
You loved him. You were more sure of that than you’d been of anything else in your life. This was it, for you — he was it. The love of your life.
Even though it was only early days, you felt safe imagining a future with him, thinking about long-term plans that included him by your side. You were eager to start your life together, no matter what it looked like. It wasn’t going to be a quiet life — Greta Van Fleet was only going to get more popular, and you knew Josh wouldn’t want to settle down, not yet.
You knew he’d ask you to marry him, though. Not now, perhaps, but soon. Josh had always been one for domestication, as much as he denied it. You’d known him too long not to know — he wanted to be married. He wanted babies, too, and though you were nowhere near ready for kids right now, you knew you would be one day.
You propped your chin in your hand and smiled as you watched the man you were finally allowed to love with everything you had. You were both young, and you had a whole lifetime; there would be plenty of time further down the line for all the joys of domestication, a house with a white picket fence and a few mini Josh Kiszkas running around. For now, though, you were overjoyed with what you had, and you would spend every moment you could cherishing the man you loved and your three best friends.
—
They were full of energy when they ended the final song, and before you could even tell them how good they’d sounded, they were headed upstairs to find something to do. Jake found the football, and the five of you headed outside to enjoy the brisk afternoon air.
“You playing?” Sam asked you.
You sat on the steps of the back porch. “No, I better not. I’m worried about screwing up my ankle again.”
“Lame,” he said, tossing the ball to Josh, who caught it easily. “You can referee, then.”
You did, calling the shots on the Kiszka-Wagner version of two-on-two football they’d fine-tuned over the years. You usually ended up being the referee unless Ronnie was playing, and then the two of you would ask for Danny on your team and play against Sam and the twins.
You had fun watching them have fun, and you collected outerwear that was tossed to you as they got too warm. When they took a break, Josh came over to you, his curls stuck to his temples with sweat.
“You’re playing pretty hard,” you said, handing him one of the water bottles you’d brought out earlier. “Here, have a drink.”
He took it and drank deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand when he was done.
“Thanks,” he said, a little breathless.
You smiled. “You look like you’re having fun.”
He grinned. “We are.”
He sat two steps down and between your boots, leaning his head back to rest on your knee. You brushed his hair back from his face and touched your hand to his rosy cheek.
“Getting all your energy out?” you asked.
“Had to,” he said. “We were so keyed up after we finished playing.”
“You sounded really good.”
“Right?” he agreed, and you smiled at his enthusiasm.
“Everything we wrote is so good,” he said, pride and excitement in his voice. “And they all sound incredible — Sam’s going crazy on the bass, Jake’s coming up with fantastic solos left and right, Danny’s figuring out shit to do on the drums that I didn’t even know you could do — ”
He cut himself off, seemingly overcome with admiration for his bandmates.
“They’re really bringing it, baby,” he said, beaming up at you. “All of them.”
You smiled. You loved it when Josh talked about his brothers and Danny; he loved them more than anything, and no one could be prouder of them than Josh was.
“I know they are,” you said. “This album is going to be amazing.”
“Damn right it is,” he agreed.
You combed your fingers through his curls.
“You sound incredible too, Josh,” you said. “Your voice — I don’t know how to even describe it. It’s magical.”
The pink in his cheeks deepened.
“Magical, huh?” he said with a smile. He looked up at you, his eyes almost golden in the sun. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”
You smiled. “I’m not saying it just to be sweet,” you said gently, brushing your knuckles over the apple of his cheek. “You’re very talented, Josh. You always have been.”
He turned his head to kiss your fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you too, honey.”
He grinned up at you. “Aw, I like that. Honey.”
“Do you like it better than sunshine?”
He shrugged, and you knew you could call him anything and still make him happy. “I like whatever you call me, baby.”
You leaned over to kiss him, and he put a hand to your cheek. Your noses bumped together and you laughed.
“You’re so cute,” he said, his voice completely adoring.
You blushed. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”
“Alright, lovebirds, you’re both cute,” Jake called from the yard. He chucked the football towards his twin and it bounced off of Josh’s sneaker.
“Guess that’s my cue,” Josh said.
You gave him a quick kiss before he stood; he grabbed the ball, throwing it back to Jake with way more force than necessary. Jake, as much a ham as his twin, caught it against his stomach and staggered back like he’d been shot.
“So dramatic,” Josh chided, but his grin was telling. They set up to play again, and you gathered all their jackets as you stood.
“Sandwiches, boys?” you asked. You got a chorus of “yes, please” in return.
“Can you make hot chocolate too?” Sam asked, catching the ball when Josh tossed it to him. He gave you a charming smile. “Please?”
You pretended to relent. “Anything for you, Sammy.”
“Thank you!” he called as you went inside. You heard them start to play again, a steady stream of laughs and shouts of indignation and cheers of triumph drifting through the screen door; you smiled to yourself as you set about making lunch.
They came inside as soon as you called for them, all flushed from exertion and cold. You gave them each a mug of hot chocolate as they sat around the table and started making their sandwiches from the fixings you’d put out.
“Oh, you’re the best,” Sam said when you put his mug in his hands.
You smiled. “I know.”
You sat at the head of the table and sipped your hot chocolate, content to listen to the boys talk and bicker and laugh amongst each other.
“Here, baby,” Josh said, handing you a plate with a beautifully constructed sandwich.
“You made one for me?” you asked. You’d been waiting for the boys to get what they wanted first, since they’d worked up an appetite.
He looked a little worried. “Yeah, I mean — ” He rattled off what he’d put on it. “That’s what you like, right?”
You softened. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s exactly how I would have made it. Thank you.”
He looked pleased that he’d gotten it right. “You’re welcome. Dig in.”
Sam and Jake were too busy discussing the finer points of touch football to have noticed the exchange, but Danny gave you a knowing look and a sweet smile. You couldn’t help a small smile back; it was much nicer being lovingly teased about cute little moments now that you and Josh were together, and you knew Danny and Sam felt the same way.
After lunch, the boys were tired, and the five of you crashed in the living room for a little “quiet time,” as Mama Kiszka always called it. You remembered fondly the Saturdays spent at the Kiszka house; you and Danny would walk over in the morning and spend all day there, the five of you playing outside or jamming in the basement or racing each other in Mario Kart. The Kiszkas were always happy to have the two of you, and the only thing requested of your rather rambunctious group was an hour of quiet time after lunch. Usually, you all sat around the table and did your homework, but some days would find all of you doing a jigsaw puzzle or camped out in the twins’ room reading whatever series you were all obsessed with at the time.
As you all got comfortable in the living room — Sam and Danny on the loveseat, you and Josh on the couch, and Jake in the easy chair — you saw Jake’s copy of Bound for Glory sitting on the coffee table.
“Hey, Jake,” you said.
He hummed. “What’s up, kiddo?”
You nodded to his book. “Will you read for us?”
“Sure, if you want.” Jake picked it up and thumbed through until he found his page, the motion pulling Sam from his conversation with Danny.
“Hey, is that your Woody Guthrie book?” Sam asked, interested.
“Yeah,” Jake said. “I’m gonna read it to you.”
“Oh, cool,” Sam said. He snuggled against Danny, who put his arm over his shoulder. “What’s happened so far?”
While Jake gave a rundown of what he’d read, you stretched out on the couch next to Josh. He propped his feet on the coffee table and relaxed into the corner of the couch, already looking ready for a nap, and you lay with your head in his lap.
“Comfortable?” he asked you.
“Yeah, are you?”
He hummed in agreement, slowly brushing his fingers through your hair. “I’m probably gonna fall asleep.”
You gave a soft laugh and patted his knee. “That’s ok, honey.”
Jake started to read, his voice soothing and inviting as the rest of you listened. As promised, Josh did fall asleep soon after Jake started reading; Sam followed a few minutes later, his head on Danny’s shoulder. You and Danny exchanged smiles as the brothers’ soft snores mixed with Jake’s voice.
“That’s the end of that chapter,” Jake said eventually, dog-earing the page and setting the book back on the coffee table. “You two coming out for a smoke?”
Danny eased Sam off of his shoulder while you lifted your head from Josh’s lap; you received a sleepy grunt of protest that you quickly soothed by putting a throw blanket over him.
“You’re leaving?” he mumbled.
You kissed his cheek. “Just for a smoke. Go back to sleep, lovey.”
He was satisfied with that, shifting a little to get more comfortable against the arm of the couch. You, Jake, and Danny quietly made your way out to the back porch, where Jake gave you and Danny each a cigarette.
“Crazy how cold it got this week,” Jake said, huddling further into his flannel. “I mean, we were just swimming a few days ago.”
“It’s nice,” you said, blowing out a stream of smoke as you leaned your forearms on the railing. “I love weather like this.”
There was just enough bite in the air to make you want to stay in and be cosy, and the sunlight was a deep, golden color as it bathed the woods around the cabin. It was apple-picking weather, bonfire weather, playing football with your best friends weather. The perfect way to end your trip.
“It’s gonna be cold at home,” Danny said, standing on your other side. You were warm between the two of them, and you enjoyed their closeness.
Jake took a long drag. “Yeah. I’m not ready to go back.”
You knew what he meant. This week away had been a break from all the business of day to day life. You kind of wished you could live out here forever, just the five of you.
But going home would be nice, too. You were excited to be back in real life as Josh Kiszka’s girlfriend, to have him with you even when things weren’t idyllic like they were here. And you knew Danny felt the same way about Sam, and that Jake was ready to see his girlfriend.
“We’ll have some downtime again sooner than you think,” you said. “I know you guys are going to be in the studio a lot, but Halloween is coming up, and then Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plenty of time to hang out and get drunk around the bonfire.”
Jake and Danny both gave a light chuckle.
“Let’s not forget New Year’s,” Danny said. “Maybe now that you and Josh are together, you can reign him in a little bit.”
Last year, Josh had gotten terrifically wasted on salty dogs and set fire to Sam’s cardboard cutout of Iron Man he’d nicked from a movie theater in high school. Sam had been upset the next day, when he was sober enough not to find it incredibly funny, and Josh had done his best in the weeks after to find Sam a replacement.
“Despite what Huey Lewis says, the power of love does have its limitations,” you said with a laugh. “But I’ll try my best.”
The three of you stood out on the porch for a while, huddled together for warmth as you talked about anything and everything. Jake was keen to get started recording as soon as they got back, his expression alight with his passion for music; Danny was looking forward to telling his parents about him and Sam, and thought it would be funny to bring Sam over for dinner one night to “meet” his family even though you’d all known each other for years.
“He’s nervous,” Danny said, affection and sympathy in his voice. “Even though my mom and dad love him, he’s worried what they’re going to think about us being together.”
“Your parents aren’t going to be... surprised, are they?” you asked. “I mean, that you’re bringing home a guy.”
He shook his head. “Nah, they’ve known for a while. I don’t know if they’d know the name for it if I told them, but they do know that I’m bi.”
“Do you think your parents will be surprised?” you asked Jake.
He shrugged. “Probably not. Sam’s never come out to them officially, that I know of, but we all kinda knew he was bi.” He gave Danny a smile. “Mom’s going to be over the moon about you two. Even if she didn’t know Sam was into guys, she’d be thrilled you two are together.”
Danny’s smile was a little bashful. “Thanks. I hope so.”
Danny’s gaze caught on something behind Jake, and his expression brightened.
“Hi, love,” he called cheerfully, extending a hand towards his boyfriend. “We were just talking about you.”
Sam looked like he was still waking up, and he took Danny’s hand and snuggled close to him.
“All good things, I hope,” he said with a yawn.
“All good things,” Danny agreed, running his hand up and down Sam’s arm to warm him.
“Is Josh awake?” you asked.
Sam nodded. “I think so.”
A few seconds later, Josh came out to join you on the porch, looking only slightly more awake than Sam. He went into your arms and buried his face against your shoulder, giving a contented sigh.
“Have a good nap?” you asked, brushing your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.
He practically purred under your touch. “Hm. Yeah, really good.”
You smiled and gave him a kiss.
Jake gave a long-suffering sigh. “I miss my girlfriend.”
You all laughed, and Jake got a few sympathetic claps on the shoulder from the boys and a kiss on the cheek from you. Danny asked if you wanted to get the bonfire started, since the sun was starting to sink behind the trees, and you all followed him out to the back yard.
Jake and Danny took care of starting the fire while Josh and Sam took a few minutes to wake up, and once they stopped yawning you corralled them inside to help you bring out some things. Josh brought out the card table while you and Sam brought out armfuls of s’mores ingredients, snacks, and a whole bar’s worth of liquor and mixers. Danny put your go-to playlist on his speaker, an eclectic mix of classic rock, folk, and pop that you’d all curated over the years, and Josh started making drinks.
“For you, my love,” Josh said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim. You took a sip; it was Crown and Coke, sweet and heady.
“Come see me when you’re done bartending,” you said, blowing him a kiss. You stood by the fire with Danny as he nursed his own drink, nudging your shoulder against his arm.
“I don’t know if I've told you yet,” you said, “but I’m really happy for you and Sam.”
He smiled. “You have told me, but thank you. I’m really happy for you and Josh.”
“Can you believe he thought we were into each other?” you asked.
Danny chuckled. “I mean, we do spend a lot of time together. You’re my best buddy.”
You melted. “Aw, Danny. You’re my best buddy too.”
Both of you stood shoulder to shoulder — well, shoulder to bicep — and watched the Kiszka boys talking around the card table, teasing each other like they’d done their whole lives. They made a handsome trio in the firelight, their cheeks rosy with cold, bundled up in flannels and cosy sweaters. Jake said something that made Josh laugh, and your heart leapt at the sound of it.
“You really love him, don’t you?” Danny asked.
You smiled. “Yeah, I do.” You adored him; you felt like your heart might break in two just looking at him.
You handed your drink to Danny. “Can you hold onto this for me?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Or, actually, just drink it if you want,” you said. “I’ll make another when I come back out.”
He raised a brow. “You’re going in?”
“Yeah. I’m going to make sweet love to my boyfriend.”
Danny gave a surprised laugh. “Okay. Have fun.”
You grinned. “I plan to.”
You crossed to the card table, and you couldn’t help but smile when Josh caught sight of you and his whole face lit up.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand when you offered it. “Need a new drink already?”
You shook your head. “Nope. I need you to come inside with me for a minute.”
“Okay,” he agreed, a little bemused. Jake and Sam joined Danny at the fire as you led Josh inside, both of you a little giggly as you started to feel your buzz.
“Where are you taking me?” Josh asked, his hand warm in yours. You brought him into your bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment.
“Sit,” you said, gesturing to the bed. You weren’t trying to be sexy at all; in fact, you were feeling a little nervous, and you hoped your voice wasn’t as shaky as it sounded to you. You knew you were ready, but that didn’t get rid of the butterflies you felt at having him in your room, waiting for you to speak.
He did as you said and sat on the edge of the bed, his body language intentionally relaxed as he took off his jacket.
“Everything ok, baby?” he asked. You read his confusion; he’d thought he knew what you were bringing him inside for, but now he couldn’t be sure.
You nodded. “Hold on one second, ok?”
“Take your time,” he said, without knowing what he was waiting for. You felt his gaze on you as you crossed to the nightstand, pulling out your phone and putting on the John Denver playlist Josh had put together for you a few years ago.
He smiled when “Annie’s Song” started to play. “Is this the playlist I made you?”
You nodded and gave him a shy smile as you took your jacket off and draped it over the chair in the corner. You extended your hand to him like you had earlier.
“Dance with me?” you asked.
He took your hand and stood, drawing you close to him like he’d been doing it forever. You felt somehow flooded with nerves and yet completely safe in his arms, letting him lead you in a slow dance.
“As much as I love dancing with you,” he said, kissing your jaw, “I don’t think it’s the only reason you brought me into your bedroom.”
“No?” you asked. You were trying to be coy, but your blush gave you away.
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “No, I don’t think so.”
You put your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m ready.”
He kissed you. “Are you sure?”
You nodded. “I’m sure.” You pressed closer to him. “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been about anything in my life, Josh. Take me to bed, please?”
He grinned. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He was slow and sweet as he helped you undress, humming along with the music as he pressed kisses to every part of you he uncovered, murmuring words of praise for how beautiful you were. He blew on his hands to warm them before he touched your bare skin; you still shivered, but whether from cold or nervousness you didn’t know.
He took his shirt off and drew you flush to him, kissing you as he let his body warm yours.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, tracing his fingers down your back.
“A little,” you admitted in a soft voice. He still had his jeans on, and his belt buckle was cold against your skin. “I’m sorry.”
“No, sweetheart,” he said quickly, gently. “Don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.” He gave you a bashful smile. “I’m a little nervous too.”
“You are?” He didn’t seem nervous to you; he’d been nothing but composed, cool, steady.
He hummed in agreement.
“I love you, and I want this to be good for you,” he said. His hands still wandered, coaxing your desire into a steady flame. “It kind of feels like the first time we played a big show.”
You smiled. “You’re getting stage fright?”
He gave a soft laugh. “Something like that.” He kissed you. “Worried I’m going to forget the words to the song, or something.”
You were endeared to his honesty and the shy smile he gave you. You pressed closer and framed his face with your hands.
“You won’t forget any of the words,” you said. “And even if you do, I still love to hear you sing.”
He smiled. “I love you.”
You put your hand on his chest, right where his heart beat. “I love you too.”
He unhooked your bra and slipped it off of you, letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You were only in your underwear — you fleetingly wished you’d packed something more fancy, but the way he looked at you told you he would have found you beautiful no matter what you wore.
“You’re breathtaking,” he said. “Every inch of you, baby.”
You gave him a shy smile. “Thank you.” You tried not to be bashful under his adoring gaze, letting yourself enjoy the pleasure he took just from looking at you.
“Come to bed with me, lover,” you said, touching his cheek. You tugged on his hand and led him to your bed, getting comfortable as he took off his jeans and joined you.
“Josh,” you said in wonder, your fingers hesitantly brushing over his chest as he hovered over you in only his boxers. A simple necklace dangled around his neck, the pendant catching the warm lamp light; your fingers traced the hollow of his collarbone, the light dusting of freckles over his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” you said.
His cheeks pinked. “Thank you.”
He kissed you deeply, and your hands wandered all over him, tracing the planes of his lean body. You were drunk with it, the feel of his skin on yours, the taste of gin and tobacco as he kissed you, the smell of wood smoke in his hair.
“Let me try something,” he said, lying on his side next to you. You nodded, but your breath caught when he pulled off your underwear and tossed it to the floor.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers trailed down your tummy, tickling a little; you couldn’t help but giggle, and he smiled at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“I love it when you laugh like that,” he said gently, his fingertips tracing over the tops of your thighs, just close enough to tease. “Like you’re trying not to, but all that joy has to come out somehow.”
You pulled his head down to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve you?”
He smiled. “Just lucky, I guess.”
His hand moved closer to your heat. “Spread your knees for me, pretty girl.”
You took a shaky breath and did as he said, feeling a full-body blush as he dipped his fingers between your folds. He was gentle and slow, but every movement of his fingers drew the steady flame of your desire into a roaring fire.
“Josh,” you sighed against his mouth. He moved deeper, circling your clit.
“Say my name like that again.”
You whimpered a little when he teased at your entrance. “Josh.”
He gave a choked groan and eased a finger into you, and your hips arched up towards his hand. You let out a shaky breath that turned into a moan as he pressed against your clit, and you blushed.
“Sorry,” you said, a little embarrassed at how loud it had been.
He grinned. “Don’t be,” he said. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You sound so pretty like this, baby.”
He didn’t give you time to blush again before he set back to work, easing another finger into you, curling them in a come-hither motion.
“Josh, please,” you managed, your breaths stuttering as you gripped his shoulder and kissed him. Your head tilted back as he circled your clit, and he kissed a love mark into your neck.
“Fuck,” you breathed, hips rising to meet his hand. Heat curled between your legs, tense and heady, making you tremble beneath him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna — ”
You cut yourself off with a broken moan as his fingers moved inside you.
“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low with desire.
You gripped his arm to steady yourself, feeling his muscles shift under your hand as his tempo increased. Breathless moans spilled from you, needy and wanting.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?” he asked, love and desire in his voice as he kept you just on the edge of orgasm. Short little whines escaped you at his every movement; your legs squeezed together around his wrist.
He kissed you. “Do you know how often I’ve imagined what you sound like when you’re taking your pleasure? How long I’ve wanted to know how pretty you look when you’re about to cum?”
“Josh,” you begged. His voice alone was going to tip you over the edge if he kept talking like that.
He looked pleased at the raggedness of your voice.
“What is it, baby?” he cooed. “Tell me.”
“‘M gonna cum,” you panted.
“Are you?” he purred. He kissed you. “God, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me, sweetheart.”
That was all it took, and you were moaning and twisting beneath his hand as he drew you through it.
“Oh, Josh, yes, please,” you babbled, chanting his name like a prayer. He kept a steady pace, praising you and telling you he loved you as you rode your ebbing waves of pleasure.
“Thank you,” you said breathlessly.
He took his hand from between your legs, careful of how oversensitive you were, and drew you close to his chest.
“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, a pleased smile on his face. “I do ok? Did I forget any words?”
You laughed and kissed his nose. “No, you were perfect.”
You tangled your legs with his, hooking your leg over his thigh and pressing close to him. You could feel how hard he was, but he held you close and kept up his gentle, grounding touch.
“That felt ok?” he asked. “Not — I mean, from a pleasure standpoint, of course I hope it was good, but... in general? You feel alright?”
You rested your hand against his neck and traced your thumb over his cheek. No one else you’d ever slept with had checked in with you like this, had ever taken the time to make sure you felt safe and comfortable like he was doing now. You knew he must be eager to take his own pleasure, but his love for you outweighed his physical desire.
“I feel wonderful,” you said, meaning it. You met his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone, Josh. It feels... perfect.”
He smiled, genuine and warm. “I think so too,” he said. “Being with you... I didn’t even know it could feel like this. Like everything’s the way it should be.”
He kissed you, sweet and adoring. “I love you so much, baby. More than I could ever tell you.”
You melted against him. “Me too.”
He kissed you like that for a while, holding you as you came down from your high until your overstimulation eased. He hummed “My Sweet Lady” against your skin — I promise I will stay right here beside you. You felt yourself warm to your desire again as he worshiped you with his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing every inch of you as he told you how beautiful you were to him.
“Josh,” you said and his jaw.
“Hm?”
“Your turn.”
He watched you with wide, adoring eyes and sat up against the pillows as you straddled him, his fingers going to your hips and rubbing circles there. He gave a choked little gasp when you pressed your heat against him, his voice pitching up sweetly, and you felt an overwhelming wave of love for him.
“Josh,” you cooed, lightly tracing your nails over his chest, into the dips and swells of his body. He was flushed under your palms, his heart racing as you leaned close to kiss him.
“Baby,” he said, a little breathless. You pulled back and saw he was already a little blissed out.
“What is it, love?” you asked.
He took a steadying breath. “I don’t — ” He groaned when your hips rolled against him. “I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s ok,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a little clearer; he met your eyes.
You smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure. Now, are you gonna take your boxers off, or should I?”
You couldn't help a soft, affectionate laugh when he quickly made to comply. You raised yourself up to give him some room, inevitably leaning closer to him, and he lost touch with reality for a second.
“Good god,” he moaned, giving into temptation and pressing kisses all over your breasts. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”
You grinned, feeling pleasure build between your legs at the feel of his mouth and hands on you. “That good, huh?”
“Fantastic,” he said with feeling. He allowed himself a few more seconds before he finished taking his boxers off; his hands found your waist again, running over your curves with unflagging enthusiasm and desire.
“You’re so warm and soft,” he said, his voice a little lovesick. “Perfect.”
Taking your time, you sank down on him until you had taken him completely. You both sighed when you were settled, taking a moment to get used to each other.
“You’re perfect too,” you said, tilting your head back in pleasure. It was heady, the feel of him filling you, his warmth both inside and out; you were a little lost in the sensation.
“Baby,” he said after a moment, his voice a little strained.
You met his eyes. “What is it? Are you ok? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he said quickly. He swallowed. “Just... you can move. If you’re ready.”
You relaxed and gave a soft laugh.
“Sorry, honey,” you said, starting to roll your hips. “You just feel so good.”
His lashes fluttered as his head tipped back against the pillows, a soft gasp tumbling from his lips. You leaned close and kissed him, catching his moans against your mouth.
“Baby, baby,” he said, a beautiful, desperate catch to his voice. “I love you so much.”
His voice unraveled any control you had, and you rocked against him to take him deeper as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. He kissed your collarbone, fingers digging into your hips; your breath came in little gasps as the drag of his cock inside you made stars dance across your vision.
“Fuck,” he managed, feeling you tighten around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”
He had never looked more beautiful to you. His cheeks were flushed, his curls messy and falling across his brow, his expression bright with pleasure; his head was tilted back, his neck glistening with sweat, his pulse beating wildly.
He said your name like a moan, his fingers going to circle your clit again. Pleasure shocked through you, making you gasp.
“Josh,” you breathed, pressing kisses to the column of his throat. He was warm and sweet, and you felt a thrill at being loved by someone as handsome as he was.
When you pulled back to look at him and saw complete and utter adoration in his eyes, you couldn’t have stopped the wave of pleasure that crashed through you if you’d wanted to.
His name tumbled from your mouth over and over as you tightened around him, losing yourself in the feel of him. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you down onto him. He gave a broken gasp.
“Gonna cum, baby,” he said desperately.
Your legs shook with exhaustion and pleasure, but you kept your pace.
“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t know what had possessed you to say it, and you blushed as soon as you had, but he gave such a pretty little whine that you wanted to do it again.
“Cum for me, love,” you said, touching a hand to his rosy cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound colored with pleasure, and you felt him shudder when he came deep inside you. You rode him until he was spent, and you couldn’t help a smile as he melted against you with a dreamy, blissed expression.
“Holy shit,” he managed, his chest rising and falling with deep, unsteady breaths. You pressed kisses everywhere you could reach.
“You’re so beautiful,” you said in adoration. “So good to me, Josh. I love you.”
“I love you,” he said, and you could hear the tinge of exhaustion in his voice. He framed your face in his hands.
“Thank you,” he said.
You smiled. “My pleasure.”
You held each other as you came down, exchanging breathless, messy kisses. You were a little cold with the adrenaline and pleasure wearing off, and you shivered under his hands.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
You nodded.
He kissed your cheek. “Let’s take a shower.”
A little wobbly on your feet, you let him take the lead as he draped the blanket over both of you and led you to the bathroom. He let you get in first when the water was hot and stepped in behind you.
“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, drawing you close. He lathered his hands with body wash and washed you, his touch gentle and steadying, intended to soothe rather than tease. He washed your hair next, easing his fingers through your tangles, kissing your face.
“Nice and warm, baby?” he asked.
You pressed close to him and gave him a hum of agreement.
You took your time washing him, giving him the same gentle affection he’d given you. He basked in the feel of your hands, and he gave a contented sigh when you massaged your fingers through his curls.
“Can I ask you something?” you said.
His eyes fluttered open. “Sure. Shoot.”
“Did you...” You would have blushed if the water hadn’t been so warm. “Ok, be honest. At the end, when I said ‘good boy’... did you like that?”
His smile was a little sheepish. “Yeah, I did. Nobody’s ever said that to me before, so if you’d asked me then, I don’t know what I would have said. But yeah, I liked it a lot.”
You smiled, relieved that he’d liked it. You thought he had, but you wanted to make sure.
“You can always tell me if I do something you don’t like,” you said. You knew he knew that, but it didn’t hurt to say it.
His expression softened. “I know,” he said. “Same goes for you, baby.”
You talked for a little while longer, enjoying each other’s closeness and the warmth of the shower. He helped you towel off when you got out and brushed your hair for you.
“See you in a minute,” he said, giving you a parting kiss as he let you go to your room to get dressed while he went to the bunk room for his clothes. You dressed warmly, taking one last glance in the mirror before you left your room.
You had always heard of the “glow” that people got when they were in love. You saw it in Sam and Danny, and you saw it in Jake when he talked about his girlfriend. You’d always wondered if you would have it, one day, and you’d always known it would be for Josh and no one else.
Looking at your reflection, you saw the sparkle in your eyes, the warmth of your complexion, the smile that never seemed to go away when you were thinking of him. You gave a soft laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Josh asked affectionately, putting his arm around your waist when you stepped out into the hallway. You snuggled close to him as he led you outside.
“I’ve got the glow of a woman in love,” you said.
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Yeah, you do. It’s very pretty on you, baby.”
He held the door open for you, and you weren’t in the least surprised when the two of you were met by cheers and wolf whistles as you came down the porch steps. You gave the boys a wry smile as you and Josh accepted the drinks that were handed to you.
“How was it?” Sam asked, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Passable?”
You laughed. “If you must know, your brother is very talented.”
Sam’s smile was more of a grimace. “Gross,” he said. “But good for him.”
He steered you towards the fire that cast a warm glow over the yard now that the sun had set.
“Lordy,” you said, sputtering a little after a sip of your drink. “Is there any mixer in this?”
He grinned. “I dunno,” he said cheerfully. “Jake made it, so probably not.”
You leaned against him, both of you laughing a little at his tipsy lankiness.
“You guys have fun without us?” you asked.
“Tons,” he agreed. “But we're glad you're back. Jake got Danny to do shots, so my big guy’s ready to party all night long.”
As if on cue, you heard Danny and Josh start to sing along with the Led Zeppelin song that had just come on. Jake joined in when he’d downed the last of his drink.
“I was thinking about our pact while you were gone,” Sam said. “Do you think it would have been better if we’d just told them that night?”
You shrugged and smiled up at him. “I think it turned out the way it was supposed to. Besides, we have a pretty good story to tell about how we all got together.”
He laughed. “True.”
You welcomed the boys over when they’d made another round of drinks, all of you talking and laughing around the fire as the music played. You knew none of you would be in bed before dawn — you had the whole night ahead of you to be together, and you were going to cherish every last moment.
Josh put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans and gave you a kiss.
“Happy, baby?”
You smiled and kissed him back to the sound of your best friends’ affectionate teasing, knowing you were happier than you had ever been.
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One's Broken Ideals : Epiphyllum Oxypetalum
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by KesaKo
Se réveiller côte à côte. La mémoire rasée ; les désirs intacts. Maintenant que le lourd rideau des faux-semblants s'est levé, peu de choses se tiennent contre l'affection que Charles Xavier et Erik Lehnsherr se vouent en silence. En dépit du reste.
Très vite, cependant, la bulle d'espoirs dans laquelle ils s'éveillent se crève. Deux des leurs ont disparu. La culpabilité ronge Charles ; vide Erik, qui tente coûte que coûte de les récupérer aux mains du Club des Damnés et de la CIA. Mais ce qui s'est passé à Boston reste sous leur peau.
Ni le temps ni l'automne ne chassent les souvenirs. Tous deux devront apprendre à reposer le fardeau de leur souffrance sur une épaule avide.
Words: 4408, Chapters: 1/9, Language: Français
Series: Part 9 of One's Broken Ideals
Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Raven | Mystique, Hank McCoy, Azazel (X-Men), Kurt Wagner, Emma Frost, Sean Cassidy, Alex Summers, Shinobi Shaw, Hellfire Club (Marvel)
Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Post X-Men: First Class, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Cuba, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Slow Build, it's here, 1960s, Gay and Mutant in the 1960s, Plot, Poetry, of sorts, Emma you meanie, Poor Erik, Poor Charles, Poor Everyone, Idiots in Love, Erik has Feelings, Hurt Charles, Erik is Crushing Harder than a 12-year Old Girl, Erik is not a Happy Bunny, First Kiss, First Time, Smut, Bottom Charles, Top Erik, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Trauma, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Erik has Issues, Friends to Lovers, Guilt, Domestic
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I wrote this while listening to a lecture about disassociation, so why not write about Jake? (But in all seriousness, idk how I’m going to be a therapist)
Warnings: Minors DNI, explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving)
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“JT?!?”
You turned around, squealing at seeing Nicola walking into the bar. The two of you hugged, having gone years without seeing each other. The two of you were roommates for a few years, up until she got engaged. The two of you talked for a bit until you remembered that Jake was waiting for you by the door.
“JT?” Jake asked, raising an eyebrow. “Have we had the same name this entire time?”
You blushed. “It’s an inside joke from college.”
Jake furrowed his brows even more. He was quiet the entire way home, trying to figure out where the name came from. You would have told him if it wasn’t for the cab driver listening to Jake’s guesses.
When you got home, he was still bugging you, so you told him. His smile dropped for a second before it creeped back up.
“Jizz tits?” He giggled. “Like-“
You nodded. “I’m sure you can imagine.”
Nicola had walked in on you cleaning the evidence from your chest and hair, earning the nickname. She called you that so often that many people assumed it was your actual name. Jake sat in silence, like he was taking in the information. He placed a hand on yours, pulling your attention to the look of confusion on his face.
“You’ve never let me finish on your boobs.”
You shrugged. “You never asked, Jake.”
He didn’t even have to ask. That’s how you found yourself with his cock in your mouth. Your shirt had been lost sometime, your bra hanging on by one strap. Jake’s hand was on the back of your head, guiding you back and forth. You fought back gags, focusing on his gratification. Moans and groans fell from his lips. His other hand was on your breast, tweaking your nipple while massaging the tissue.
“God, you’re so good at taking me,” he huffed.
You pulled off, using your hand to pump him. He looked down at you, nearly losing his composure. Your eyes were watery, a few tears on your cheeks. Your chin was covered in a mix of saliva and his pre-cum. Your jaw was tired, and he could tell. Using both hands, you pumped him to his climax. You took him back into your mouth, lightly sucking at the tip. Your hands twisted around his shaft.
“I’m coming,” he groaned.
You pulled back, letting him take over his own stimulation. You let your mouth fall open, waiting eagerly. He let out a groan, his head still tilted back. His arousal landed in hot spurts on your face, neck, and chest.
“Jake!” You squealed, keeping your left eye closed. “You got it in my eye!”
He pulled you up to your feet. “Let me make it up to you.”
“After I flush my eye out.”
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I can’t really gauge how good this is but I hope you all can follow along. It’s not proofread or edited so please bear with me
How could you? How could you naturally find Sam, shove a baby in his hands and tell him that he’s a dad?
You almost worked up the nerve to do so when he was first born. Sam was coming back home, a rumor you’d heard from a friend of a friend. You were excited. The baby in your arms looked strikingly like Sam. If you were to put their baby photos side by side, you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart if it wasn’t for the definition on today’s cameras. He had the same nose and lips, but his eyes were yours. You were going to their home, being invited to a welcome home party after their first official job. But then it turned into a Grammy congratulation party for the group. So, you retracted your RSVP, telling Ronnie that you had something come up. She was a little disappointed, begging you to keep in touch either way.
You’d been active on Facebook, consistently posting photos. Once your pregnancy became detectable, you decided to only post from the chest up, wearing baggy clothing to cover up. Strategically placed handbags were also a new habit of yours. Going away to college at that time was perfect timing. Your mother retired that same year, moving to live closer to your campus in Ohio. You gave birth later that year. The school gave you a private apartment as to not disturb the other residents. In the summer, you lived with your mother and worked random part time jobs. She was your rock, supporting you through everything. At the same time, though, she urged you to talk to Sam.
You thought about it. Sam had a right to know. The thought of talking to him sent your heart into a flutter. Then the timing was all wrong. He was getting more and more famous. Your biggest fear was being seen as a leech, seeing that her ex-boyfriend made it big and suddenly, she’s throwing a baby in his hands. So, you let the situation be. When the band came around, you stayed home more often, almost like you were going into hiding.
After graduating, you got a job as a salesman, traveling occasionally but never too far away. As time passed, you were no longer concerned with Sam’s knowing. As each day went by, you were only concerned with yourself and with Nick. You settled into a routine, dropping him off in the morning before going to work. You would come back to see him for lunch. His preschool graduation was schedule for the same day as your college one. The two of you wore similar gowns, just different colors.
Once he started kindergarten, your heart ached to see him during the day. Thankfully, your job allowed you to leave earlier in the day. In exchange, you gave up your lunch hours and breaks during the day. So, you arrived at eight and were waiting in line for Nick’s school at four.
The two of you had dinner together every evening. Your mother moved back to Michigan, missing her roots. You were a little confused, but then she said that she should have just stayed up North as the severe winters were never handled this badly.
With the holidays rolling around, it was the first time you wouldn’t spend it with her, and you were torn. When you offered the idea of not seeing Grandma for Christmas, Nicky lost it. He cried and holed himself up in his room. He practically made the decision for you, so you took time off from work and called him out of school. To beat the supposed incoming snowstorms, you drove from Toledo to your childhood home with your son in the backseat.
The annual town-wide holiday party was one that you tried to skip. Then, to force you to go, your mother offered up the dozens of children’s activities that Nicky could do. Later that night, you sighed and zipped him up in his thickest coat, jeans, and his favorite pair of boots. He was excited for the hot chocolate he’d been promised.
You were a little on edge for the first thirty minutes. Nicky was calling your attention to everything he saw. He pointed out the twinkling lights strewn around the ceiling of the school gym. Face painting booths and ring tosses were set up. Once you’d done the first trip around the event and not seeing a single Kiszka, you were able to relax. Nick was beginning to feed off the energy in the room, getting antsy to go off and play.
Your mother then offered to take him to the bathroom before going to his first cup of hot chocolate. You dropped your coats on the bleachers, taking a seat on the fourth row up and closest to the metal guard rails that went all the way up.
“Y/N?” Danny asked, peering at you through the black bars. “Holy shit!”
He rushed around the guard rails and clambered over the coats and other personal belongings that were strewn around. He sat beside you, asking so many questions that you could barely process what he was asking.
“I’m living in Ohio now,” you said. “Mom moved out here in, like, September and Nic- sorry! In the nick of time, I was able to get out here for the holidays.”
Danny laughed lightly. “Well, I’m happy that you made it!”
You nodded. “Yeah, I may be 23, but I don’t think I could do the holidays without her. Not yet.”
His hand landed on your knee. “I hate to leave, but I have to meet my parents to help out at the hot cocoa stand. Have a nice time and come see me.”
“Definitely.”
You let out a huff as he disappeared through the double doors. There goes one reunion you’d been avoiding. You also now knew to avoid the hot chocolate booth in the cafeteria. Instead of sitting on the bleachers like a bump on a log, you walked around the gym. Ronnie spotted you but was unable to leave the booth she was working. It was either bobbing for apples or the duck pond game for the little kids. You waved politely back at her. She then pointed past you.
“Hey.”
A hand landed on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. Your mouth went dry and your heart pounded as you were met with Sam’s cologne and his big brown eyes. He pulled you into a hug, careful not to spill whatever he was holding. When he pulled away, you felt much calmer. Standing face to face with him in your old high school gym made you feel so much younger, forgetting everything and only being able to smile at him.
Sam’s eyes raked over you. “Time has been extra kind to you.”
You blushed at his words. In seconds, he had you around his finger just like he did all those years ago. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said.
Before he could respond with something, a child shouting out for their mother made your hair stand on end. Once you realized that it was your son calling for you, you turned to look for him. You relaxed seeing him weave his way through the crowd.
“Mommy!” Nick shouted, running, and holding onto your thighs, putting himself between you and Sam. His chin nudged against your belly button, pressing as he talked a thousand miles a minute. You peered down at him, trying to catch the sentence he was already halfway through. “… and then the guy gave me extra big marshmallows! Let’s go get some more hot chocolate because I dropped mine and Grandma told me to find you because she was cleaning it.”
Sam’s brows were furrowed, undoubtedly trying to guesstimate Nicky’s age. Realizing what had happened, you knelt to Nick’s level. “Why don’t you go get in line at the face painting booth so we can take some pictures for my desk at work?”
“Can I make friends?” He asked, seeing the line of other young kids and their parents.
“Of course.”
Sam was still dumbfounded. “How old is he?” While he probably wanted to sound calm and friendly, there was an edge in his voice like he was straining himself.
“Five. His birthday is in October.”
He was quiet, working through the timeline. The two of you were together all senior year, became sexually active in January, and he was barely there by the time high school graduation rolled around. “He’s mine?”
You nodded wordlessly. “I couldn’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
You didn’t have a good enough answer. Bottom line: Sam deserved to know that he had a mini him running around. Nothing you could say would remedy the five years he’s missed with Nicky.
“I didn’t want to burden you, Sam. Your career took off and I went away to school.”
“But I should have known!” He cried, earning the attention of a few bystanders, including his brothers.
“Can we talk about this in the morning?” You begged. “This is the first time I’ve brought him to something like this and I don’t want to spoil it.”
Sam huffed. “Do whatever you want. I don’t think you really want my opinion anyway.”
You walked over to where Nicky was standing, trying to decide if he wanted the Batman symbol on his cheek or if he wanted to look like Spider-Man. He was chattering with the girl beside him in line, hoping that she would be able to help him pick which hero was clearly superior. Your mother walked in, looking behind her for a moment. She met you in line, a light smile on her face.
“I saw Sam walking out. He had his coat and keys.”
You rolled your eyes. “I told him.”
Her jaw slackened. “And what did he say?”
Tears brimmed your eyes. “He was really hurt that I didn’t tell him.”
“Go catch him, I’ll stay with Nicky.”
Without a second thought, you grabbed your coat from the bleachers and ran after Sam. Avoiding the puddles of water inside the building and the patches of ice in the parking lot, you saw him speed walking to his car. You called his name and he stopped. You walked faster, hoping to reach him before he could turn away.
“Get in,” he said, unlocking his car for you.
You sat in the passenger seat, waiting for the heat to kick in. He looked over at you, asking question after question.
“What’s his name?”
“Nicholas, but I call him Nicky. He prefers Nick.”
“Can I get to know him?” Sam’s eyes were filled with hope that you would say yes. It pained you to crush it.
You nodded. “With one condition,” you said. “He can’t call you dad.”
“Why not?” He demanded. “That’s who I am.”
“I don’t want to confuse him.”
Nicky never had a father figure. There was never anyone he could call dada, his first babble being that word. It was a normal place for your mind to go to. He saw other kids with their dads, wondering quietly and occasionally asking. It was always hard to explain the absence of his father. Did he die at war? Was he a bum? Was it all your fault? So, you told Nick the closest thing to the truth. “Nicky, your dad was just… really busy. And I mean super busy. So instead, I decided to take care of you.” The answer always seemed to satisfy him, bringing him closure until the next ‘bring your dad to lunch’ day at school.
Sam was happy to comply with your single condition. He looked excited. After the holidays, he had his first visit on a weekend. You were going to take the chance that Nick was preoccupied with his new friend to do some things around the house. Despite it being January, the weather was mild, and you cleaned up the garden, taking out old decorations and replacing them. You reorganized your closet without Nick trying everything on and knocking over the stacks of folded clothes.
Sam then visited almost every weekend he could. You were able to get a lot of things done with Nick and Sam watching movie after movie and playing board games. After a few weeks, Sam asked if he could take Nick out on his own, just to do random things like visiting the zoo or the aquarium together. While you trusted Sam with his own son, you were unsure of the two of them together.
As the summer rolled around, you agreed. While you loved hanging out with Nicky, you hated the heat and Sam deserved those memories with his son. Every time Nicky called Sam by his name, there was an expression he made. Despite that pain, Sam loved Nick so much. He bought his own car seat for him. He brought gifts at first but once he realized that he was becoming spoiled, he stopped.
Another school year came by. You dropped Nick off on his first day of the first grade, promising to see him after school. When the weather was nice, the kids were allowed to play on the playground after school and leave with their parents whenever they came by.
You searched the jungle gym for Nick. He liked to sit there and draw in the sand, but he wasn’t there. After being unable to find him, your heart began to race, and the teacher walked over.
“His father came to pick him up.”
You sighed a breath of relief, relishing in it before the anger settled in. You drove straight to Sam’s apartment and knocked on the door. He always said you could walk in whenever you wanted, but there was a boundary that you didn’t dare cross. The last time you started letting yourself into Sam’s home, you ended up with Nicky.
Sam looked shocked to see you on his welcome mat. He let you in. Nick waved at you from the couch where he was eating a frozen tv dinner and watching some medical drama Sam liked. You practically dragged him to the kitchen and closed the swinging door and the shutters to the island.
“You can’t do that!” You shouted, tears in your eyes. “Just because you’re his father doesn’t mean that you can just pull him out of school.”
“Last I checked, I am his dad.”
You took a deep breath. “You are not his father, Sam.”
He took one look at you, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he scoffed, marching out of the apartment.
You opened the shades, watching him get into his car and pull into the busy street.
“Where is Sam going?” Nicky asked, holding his dinosaur toys in his hands.
You grabbed his backpack. “He had to go to work. You and I are going home.”
Sam crossed a boundary that day and he didn’t dare do it again. Despite promising to put him as an emergency contact, you never did. He was impulsive. He liked having a mini-me to show off to his brothers. Some days when you went up to see your mother, Sam’s family took Nicky to hang out.
You thought that the school debacle was all forgotten. Sam called for permission before coming to see or pick up Nick. He would text you updates when they were out. He would tell you when he was about to drive or when they would arrive to a new destination. It wasn’t until you picked up Nicky from Sam’s apartment that everything in the moment changed.
You helped him down the concrete stairs and strapped him into his car seat. He was buzzing, talking about how Sam was going to take Nick and his classmates to the zoo for his birthday that was coming up.
“How was your day, today, with Sam?” You asked, looking at him through the rear-view mirror. You turned the key, pulling up the right playlist. You got a little bit distracted with a few social media notifications that jumped in.
“So much fun,” Nicky gushed. “We went to the store, and he bought me chocolates. And then we went to this doctor’s office that wasn’t really a doctor’s office.”
Without even thinking, you asked the question that you would have rather left unanswered. “And what did you guys do there?”
“The doctor lady took a thingy. Y’know, mom, like the ones that you use to clean my ears. And she put it in my mouth and put it in a little tube thing.”
You turned to look at him. “Really?”
He nodded proudly. “Yes, mom.”
You looked at Sam who was still standing in the window. He caught your glare, disappearing behind the curtain. The blinds dropped and you felt yourself become even more irrationally angry. You instructed Nicky to unbuckle himself. He did as told, hearing the edge in your voice. He led you back upstairs, punching the code in for the apartment door to open.
“Go to your room, Nick,” Sam said softly. “Play with the radio Jake gave you.”
“What the fuck? What did you do to him?” You demanded as soon as Nick was out of earshot.
Sam crossed his arm. “What?”
“You had Nick tested? What? Was his resemblance to you not strong enough, Samuel?”
He rolled his eyes. “I can never be too sure. Nick told me about some guy named Chad.”
“Do you really think he would remember a Chad if he was a newborn?” You spat. “Chad was a guy who I was seeing but he went to Hong Kong for a new job, asshole.”
His face softened. “Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinki-“
“I got that! Just stay away from Nick and me. Call us if you’re happy with the results. Or don’t. I really don’t give a shit anymore.”
You retrieved Nick from his room, carrying him to your car. You were able to hold back the tears until you tucked him into bed. Sitting alone in the living room in silence, you let the tears fall free.
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Westerberg: A Cautionary Tale
Part Two: Entering The Real World
Warnings: bulimia, eating disorders mentioned and depicted, bullying
I wasn’t supposed to post this until tomorrow morning but I have no self control. I also really want to just stick it to that anon from last night.
Word Count: 4.8k+
Tag list: @teddiie @parodsal000 @wordvomit-foryourmind @doodle417 @gretasmokerising @theweightofstardust
Songs: Beautiful, Candy Store, Apex Predator, Stupid with Love
The semester was beginning to settle in. The first two weeks were over, and routines were beginning to cement. Every day, Danny went to class, ate lunch at the special table, and then spent the night reliving his lunch time with Damien and Y/N. They would laugh, talking over some Netflix series that they were barely watching. They came up with potential plans to mess with and topple their social standing. The two boys laughed it off, thinking nothing of how adamant their girl-friend was about ‘taking Sam Kiszka down once and for all.’
Danny was still on the fence about hanging out with the Kiszka brothers. He felt a little out of place, having to have things explained to him, things that Damien didn’t even know about. He also noticed that people paid more attention to him. Girls stopped him in the hallway, flirting shamelessly. They would grab his bicep, smiling up at him and inviting him out for drinks or to their dorms. Despite being prepared, Danny denied every time. He wasn’t sure how to feel about all the attention. He’d never had it before.
Sam was even scarier up close. He had a certain energy of him that was hard to discern. His eyes never stopped moving, scanning every room he was in and seeing who he could manipulate into doing his bidding. While he was on edge about him, Danny couldn’t help but admire how Sam took complete control of any room he was in. All eyes were always on him, and he loved the attention. He basked in it, flashing smiles at the girls who would do anything for a chance to be with him.
Jake was nervous. His eyes darted around the room, just like his younger brother’s. Instead of finding people looking at him, they looked at Sam. He was cool and collected on the outside, but on the inside, he was chittering to himself. He walked with his head high, but his shoulders were permanently slumped. He tried to help Sam, giving him insight into the world like a normal older brother would. Instead, he was shot down immediately. He often looked to his older brother for comfort, but Josh was never paying attention.
The oldest of the three, Josh, wasn’t stupid or dumb, he was a little bit of a ditz though. It was probably credited to the amount of pot he smoked in the mornings, clouding his brain. His grades were less than average, but good enough to stay in school. He’d giggle at the times Sam snapped at Jake, his brain unable to see the pain on his twin’s face or see the seriousness in Sam’s vicious words.
Classes were beginning to become easier. Danny learned the way of the textbooks, being able to decipher the meaning. He found the answers quickly, usually two sentences away from the definitions. His only struggle was Partner Sciences. For two weeks, he had worked with almost everyone in the room, Damien and Y/N included. They’d played board games during class as Professor Turner observed who took what role. She took diligent notes. Danny often took charge of the games, consulting the rules and defusing any potential bombs. Damien was like Danny in that way, using humor to tone down other student’s annoyance. Y/N was the opposite. She worked herself up, getting angry when the game didn’t go her way. Now, the class was beginning to gear up for the semester long project. They would have to create a presentation on any topic of their choosing, no matter how obscure, and give a ten-minute long presentation for the final. If he had it his way, Danny would partner with Damien. The two could easily find a topic they both liked and talk about it for about five minutes each. Monday morning, though, Professor Turner handed out partner assignments.
“Mike and Y/N. Damien and Blaine. Victoria and Carly. Danny and Erin.”
Danny felt his body tingle as he quietly smiled to himself, glancing at Erin who was looking at him. Just his luck, he was paired with the hottest girl he’d ever seen. She smiled at him, moving her backpack from the space in front of her and motioned for him to sit down. He took a seat, introducing himself.
“Danny.”
“Erin,” she smiled. “So, what are your hobbies?”
Danny told her all about himself from his favorite color to his preferred golf club. She giggled when he mentioned that he’d named each one he had this season. He felt proud of himself as he listened to her. She was a cheerleader, president of the celibacy club, and in Student Government. She was spread pretty thin across her schedule, making meeting times hard. They agreed on Sunday afternoons, meeting after lunch and then walking to the cafeteria together. As the project neared, they would be able to meet more often, which he was looking forward to.
Damien hadn’t had much luck with Blaine. Since getting to know him, Damien had become a little desperate, pining after someone to love him back. The thought depressed Danny as he believed his best friend and teammate deserved the world and someone to love back. He’d had his eye on Blaine for a while, but learned that he had a boyfriend in Los Angeles, waiting for their next break. Y/N and Mike had made the most progress of the three of them. They’d already picked a topic, which they were keeping secret, and planned to meet later that afternoon.
Danny met with Josh after class by the library, walking to the cafeteria together. They met with Sam and Jake. The younger brother looked incredibly annoyed with Jake. He talked on and on about something he’d heard through the grapevine the entire time they were in the lunch lines. Danny stood to the side, waiting for Josh to finish ordering. He noticed how the girl behind the counter hadn’t looked away from Josh. With other customers, she watched their hands or their plates to see what they were ordering next. Instead, when it was Josh’s turn, she stared and made eye contact until he turned away. He also noticed how after he thanked her, her cheeks turned red, and Josh had a goofy grin on his face when he turned away.
“What’s that about?” Danny teased, nudging him lightly.
Josh shrugged. “I think she’s kind of cute, y’know?”
The taller of the two glanced back at her, seeing how focused she was on serving the lasagna. “I see it.”
Once back at the table, Sam rolled his eyes. “That girl again?” He scoffed. “Josh, you can do so much better.”
Josh shrugged. “She’s nic-“
“Jake, I bet that you won’t go ask her out.”
Jake rose from the table without a second thought. He sauntered over, going directly to the food, and leaning over the counter. She turned around, asking a question. He nodded his head, motioning for the girl to walk around the counter. He lowered his head, flashing a smile at her, leaning casually against the nearby counter. She smiled back politely, but she looked completely uninterested in whatever he was saying. She shook her head for a moment before tilting it to the side and apologizing. Jake returned, slumping into the seat. “She said she can’t give me her number because she’s working. She said that if I saw her around campus, I should ask again.”
Josh was staring at his plate, a red hue on his cheeks and ears. Danny changed the conversation. Jake was majoring in music or something similar. Danny followed them to their table. He searched the room for his friends, but they were nowhere to be found. He was half-listening to Sam talk about a bassline. The brothers had a band in high school. Danny was never cool enough to get into the bars they played. He spotted Y/N walking in, waving. She nodded her head at him, scanning her card and walking away. He watched her go through the line, spotting Damien by the soup bar and finding a table.
“Y/N is, like, totally weird,” Sam said, breaking Danny’s train of thought. “So is Damien.”
He followed Sam’s gaze, landing on Y/N and Damien who were laughing at a sandwich they’d carved a hole in the middle. “I think they’re okay.”
Josh sipped his drink through his straw, sharing a glance with his younger brothers. “If you say so.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Danny asked, genuinely curious. He internally cringed at how he phrased his confusion. He glanced back at his best friend who was now sitting alone as Damien had a class to get to. She scrolled through her phone, unphased. Jake nodded. He started to open his mouth, but he was cut off.
“Shut up, Jacob,” the youngest snapped, ripping open a bag of carrots. His brother dropped his head, staring at the food on his tray while mumbling out an apology.
The four of them ate lunch in silence, stopping by the bathrooms after and standing around. Sam was fixing his hair in the mirror. Jake stood by one of the stalls, meekly calling out for Danny. He wordlessly raised a single finger to Josh, going to do a real friend’s job. He covered his nose with his shirt, helping Jake deposit his lunch once again. He pretended that the was unbothered by the bile on his finger. After two retches, Jake was satisfied with his results, asking Danny to step out of the handicapped stall first.
“God, Jake, bulimia is such a girl’s thing,” Sam scoffed.
“Maybe you should see a doctor,” Josh offered, concerned for his brother.
“Yeah, Josh,” Jake whispered as he pulled a toothbrush from his jacket pocket. “Maybe I should.”
Danny ignored the comment. Jake was a wrestler before Sam came to school here, having lost and gained pounds quickly. He developed unhealthy habits, throwing his lunch up every day was part of it. He washed his hand, focusing on the finger that was just down the younger twin’s throat. The door creaked open, Damien standing there. Sam didn’t care, continuing to fix his hair and button up. Damien walked back out, but not before sharing a look with Danny.
“What are your plans this weekend?” Josh asked, glossing over the tension.
Danny shrugged. “I had practice, but they canceled so I was thinking about going home for a day or two.” He immediately cursed himself for mentioning his plans to go home, but they didn’t seem to catch it. Instead, Jake hesitantly opened his mouth, glancing at Sam to see if he’d snap. Seeing no reaction from him, he asked what the practice was for. “I play golf.”
The three brothers gasped, immediately chattering over one another.
“Ew, golf is for old men.” “Only losers play golf.” “That’s like social suicide.”
Danny was immediately embarrassed, changing his attitude to match the disdain for the outdoor sport. “Yeah, I wanted to quit but I got a scholarship which was cool. Now I’m kind of stuck.”
Sam smiled. “I will gladly slam your hand in a car door so you can get out of it.”
There was a twinge of honesty in his voice, a glint in his eyes that made Danny’s stomach churn. Sam then invited to give him a ride home. Danny was unsure of what that meant. Turns out, that he could return his train ticket and carpool with them for the four-hour drive home. It was a little tiring, but they dropped him off at the rose bushes his mother spent years perfecting.
It was a surprise visit, one that he was sure his family would enjoy, until he realized that the front door was locked, the garage door was also closed, and all the lights were off. He peaked through the kitchen window, checking for the tell-tale sign that his family had gone out for the weekend. Sure enough, the toaster was unplugged, and the fish tank was turned off. His mother had once read a horror story of a family’s house that had burned down when a gust of air from an opened vent knocked a paper into the toaster and set everything alight. The fish tank was the first thing his sister took care of in the morning after brushing her teeth. She’d wipe the sleep from her eyes, feeding the pets and watching them swim around happily for a few minutes before getting along with her day. He tested the windows and doors, finding all of them locked. He sent the Kiszkas a text.
Hey, I guess my family went away for a while. Can I stay with you guys? It’s totally fine if I can’t
He took a seat on the front porch, hoping that his family was just grocery shopping or something. He heard back from Josh within minutes. He then barreled around the corner in the same car, throwing the passenger door open for him. The drive to their house wasn’t super long, but it was heart racing. Josh took the corners sharply, practically going on two wheels. Danny was pretty sure that he hit a curb at some point and he also didn’t remember there being a speed bump on the main road out to their neighborhood. He followed Josh into the house, seeing Jake at the counter cutting up an orange and his mom standing at the stove.
“Hi, Mrs. Kiszka, it’s nice to meet you.”
She turned around, a glass of wine in hand. “Danny, I have heard so much about you,” she gushed, pulling him into a hug. “I’m going to make some drinks after I finish this.” She pointed at the bar. “Let me know if there’s something you prefer. My boys usually have margaritas and salty dogs, but I was a little crazy back in the day. I was a bartender for a while so I can whip up almost anything you’d like.”
“Alcoholic?” Danny gulped. He’d never had a drink before.
“Of course!” She poured herself more wine. “If you’re going to drink, I’d rather you do it in the house. God, I love my boys.” She took a sip. “Listen, our house is your house, so do not be afraid to ask or anything. Snacks, drinks, condoms.”
Danny nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Josh took him on a tour of the house, leading him to the basement that the three of them shared. There were three beds and a pullout couch. The room smelled of vanilla, oranges from Jake’s plate, and the faint smell of weed. Danny set his things on the pullout couch. There were dividers pushed back, probably pulled out when it was time for bed. Sam was laying on his bed, barely acknowledging Danny’s presence. He read a magazine, circling something on the glossy paper.
Josh ran his fingers along the bookshelf, looking for recommendations. Danny watched curiously, looking at the titles. There were classics like Huckleberry Finn, Emily Dickinson poems. The most well loved book, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Danny pulled it from the shelf, recognizing Sam’s writing in the annotations in the margins.
“This is the burn book,” Josh said, pulling out a scrapbook. Sam glanced over before going upstairs. “We write all this shit about everyone we don’t like.”
Danny was curious if he was in the book. Before he could get his hands on it, though, Jake had opened the book and ripped out a page. He folded it up and tucked it in his jacket pocket. “Go ahead.” He opened it and read through it. He recognized a few faces from high school.
Amber DeLessio, gave a blowjob to a hot dog
Josh pointed at the cut-out yearbook photo. “Yeah. That birthday party was weird,” he chuckled.
Bethany Price- uses super jumbo tampons- can suppress her gag reflex/ super slutty
Y/N Y/L/N- probably a dyke, Dresses like a librarian who can only find the statues of Jesus attractive
Kaitlyn Warrens is a fat virgin- only half true
Jake nodded. “That one was me.”
Danny wondered what half a virgin meant, making a note to google it later. He flipped through more of the book, reading the insults. Freak, slut, loser, short bus, white trash, poser, burnout, bug eyes. The handwriting switch between three different forms of scriptures. He was horrified by the time he reached the end of the book, where there were three blank pages. Josh pulled a school magazine out of his backpack.
“I’ve been dying to put this guy in here, but I never had anything to write about.” He flipped it open and ripped out a photo of Damien. “This guy just pisses me off. I’m sure you have something about him.”
Danny shrugged, his mouth blurting out faster than he could stop himself. “He’s too gay to function, I guess.” He instantly felt guilty.
Jake wrote it down for him, smirking as his twin cut and glued the photo onto the page. One of them added lard ass at the bottom. Mrs. Kiszka came downstairs, bringing a tray of drinks with her. She took a laundry basket with her, the washing machine whirring upstairs soon after. Danny took a drink, swallowing down the burn and wincing. He felt his body relax with the alcohol. He settled into the couch, spilling every secret he’d learned. When he realized what he’d done, he could have sworn that Jake’s hair grew another inch, confirming Damien’s theory. Danny stopped drinking soon after, but the damage was done. Sam was eerily quiet the entire night, stirring up a feeling in the guest. Josh and Jake enjoyed having a new friend around, so maybe it was just that. Jake liked the idea that he wasn’t snapped at for saying something that could be considered stupid by some people. Josh just liked Danny’s company. He was nice and didn’t have a mean bone in his body, a decent change from his younger brother. The night soon came along with dinner, and they ate together downstairs, their conversation still going strong well into the night.
In the morning, they played a few rounds of croquet in the yard. It was only September first, and the weather was mild. It was a little muggy in the morning, but it was nothing compared to the region’s humidity in the summer. Danny picked up a mallet, the red one. Sam walked up.
“You can be blue,” he said, simply trading the equipment and setting his designated ball in the grass.
The guest didn’t fight it. He understood that things like that were sacred. Jake took green while Josh picked up yellow. The four of them played for an hour, sipping on mimosas, and munching on finger sandwiches. Between round six and seven, they decided to take a break. Josh silenced the group, taking in the sounds of nature. It was only nine am. Birds chirped happily, and squirrels ran in the branches of the soon to be yellowing trees. The wind wasn’t too strong yet, giving a gentle caress of their cheeks. The moment was ruined when their neighbor decided to turn on their lawnmower.
With the moment ruined, Jake leaned on the mallet, using the stick to support his weight. “Have you seen any cute girls you like?”
Danny adjusted his sunglasses. “There’s this girl who I was partnered with for a class.”
“Who?” Josh asked, taking his shot. The ball tinked off the arch, rolling away. “It’s your turn, Kiszka.”
“No, it’s Kiszka’s turn.”
Everyone turned to look at Sam, but he was gone. Danny took his turn. “Her name is Erin Samuels.”
For the second time in the past 72 hours, the twins gasped. They quickly warned them of Erin and her situation. “She’s Sam’s ex. They were steady for a year.”
Josh agreed. “They lost their virginities to each other and everything. Trust me, you do not want to get in the middle of that.”
“It’s also against the Bro Code.” Jake then outlined a few rules in the unwritten Guyble. Pretty much, it was a long, complicated list of who Daniel could and couldn’t date when it pertained to Sam. Besides their sister, Erin was the only girl he cared about enough to keep on the list.
Interestingly, Erin hadn’t mentioned a boyfriend or any other kind of partner. She flirted with Danny much stronger than he had been with her. He was confused, taking all of the information in. He saw the appeal. Erin had it all, the looks and the brain and the reputation. Sam had the looks and popularity. Together, they had enough ambition to run a company that would stomp Amazon out of business. He decided that, for his own safety and not just because the twins told him so, he would see if Erin went for him.
The morning faded into the afternoon, and it was soon time to leave. Stopping by his house, Danny still found it empty, just like it was Saturday morning. He was disappointed, but his family couldn’t wait around for him to surprise him. He’d learned his lesson, reminding himself to tell them when he was coming home.
The drive back was boring. Sam was still quiet, texting at lightning speeds before putting his phone back down. About a minute or two later, he would do it again, this time with an eye roll or a scoff. Danny was in the backseat with Josh, a suitcase between them. Jake drove, fiddling with the stereo. He finally found a station he liked, bobbing his head along with the music. Instead, Sam turned it off by slamming his hand on the button. It sounded like he grumbled something, but it could have just been how he stretched his legs and placed his feet on the dash.
“We should go shopping,” Josh said, pointing at the outlet mall they were about to pass.
It wasn’t too late in the afternoon and there was only about an hour left in the drive. Still, Danny wanted to make it back to campus before dinner closed. Sam nodded. In response, Jake turned the wheel to the left, pulling into the parking lot. Danny was not a big shopper. He was more of a ‘have a list, get in, get out’ kind of guy. His new friends were not like him. They perused the stores, going to each and every rack. They tried on outfit after outfit, debating which ones they looked good in so they could pick up more girls. Josh didn’t look too interested in flamboyant outfits. While his brothers looked at scarves and jewelry and other accessories, Josh looked at a few t-shirts. Danny walked over, nudging him.
Josh let out a heavy sigh. “That girl from the caf. Her name is Kelsey.”
“When did you learn her name?” Danny asked. He was genuinely curious as they’d been together constantly in the cafeteria.
“Someone called her name one night.” He held up a shirt. It was a band tee for Rush. “I wore one of Jake’s shirts one day and she complimented me. Then I went and listened to all of their music in hopes of talking to her about it.” Thankfully, Josh kept talking. “Every time I see her, I get all flustered and nervous.”
Danny clapped him on the back. “The time will come, my friend. The time will come.”
“Danny, come try this on,” Sam called, holding up a green bomber jacket.
He put his arms through. It fit well, reached his wrists. He stretched his arms around, trying to ignore Sam’s smirk in the reflection. The fabric, overall, was comfortable. With the soon to be changing weather, this could be his staple piece for the season.
“I don’t know…”
Sam approved of it quickly. “This is made for you, Daniel. If I was a girl, I’d tap that.”
Josh nodded. “Very symmetrical.” He turned him around. “If you cut it into two parts, you’d have matching halves. That’s very important.”
“Of course, if you were to lose a little bit of weight, like two or three pounds, you’d look great.”
“What do you say?” Sam asked. “Erin is sure to love it.”
Danny stared at his reflection. Sam was peering over his shoulder, the twins standing in front. Despite being loyal to Damien and Y/N, he saw this as an opportunity to better himself.
“Okay!”
When they were back on campus, they all went their separate ways. Danny knocked on Damien’s door but received no response. Y/N’s dorm was also unsuccessful. He returned to his own dorm, finally alone. He kicked his shoes off, dropping his shirt in the hamper. Despite the grumbling in his stomach, he was more tired than hungry. He chugged some water, lifting the covers. The cafeteria was closed by now and the contents of his mini fridge were leftovers that had been sitting there all weekend. He was about to climb in when someone knocked on his door. Expecting Damien, he whipped the door open.
Instead, there stood Erin, smiling up at him. “I think we should get started on our project.”
He let her in, quickly finding a shirt and putting it on. The two brainstormed ideas, setting up a strict meeting schedule outside of class. The two were obviously attracted to one another. Their knees touched when they looked at her laptop. She would gingerly touch his arm, testing the waters. He would smile, asking another question about the project but he had that grin on his face. When they were happy with their progress, Erin left, promising to see him later. She seemed to be drawing out goodbye, slowly inching her way to the door and bringing up new topics. Then she checked her phone, to which she left abruptly.
Danny fell asleep, dreaming about Erin. He liked her brunette hair, long and flowy. It looked soft, like she took extra good care of it. Her nails were just as well-groomed, probably manicured on a routine basis. He wondered what would happen if he asked her out on a date. The dreams soon turned into nightmares, Sam ruining his life at Westerberg College.
In the morning, Danny was well-rested despite his disturbing dreams. Erin promised to see him in class, but she was nowhere to be seen and he couldn’t do much of the project without her input. He pretended to work diligently, wondering where his partner was. Y/N caught Danny’s arm after class.
“Have you seen Damien?” She asked.
Dan didn’t even know he was missing. “I haven’t seen him since Friday, I think.”
She hummed, walking the opposite direction and probably to her dorm. Danny made his way to the cafeteria, his stomach shouting at him for some kind of sustenance. He observed Josh, watching him look around the cafeteria for Kelsey. He watched his shoulders slump a little when he noticed that she wasn’t there. When he turned around, Josh was wearing another band tee, this time with a Motley Crue logo on it. Danny felt for him and wanted to give him a pep talk. Instead, someone shouted his name.
Damien ran up, shoving a red envelope into Danny’s face. “I got back to my dorm last night and this was taped to the door. Can you believe it?” He gushed.
Danny took the envelope, reading the note inside.
Hi Damien, I know that you don’t know me, but I really like you. I was hesitant about writing this to you, but I might leave more. From, Secret Admirer
Sam walked past, flashing a smirk at Danny. His stomach dropped, realizing that he beans he’d spilt over the weekend were coming back to bite him in the ass. Danny tried to talk his best friend down, telling him that it could just be a prank, gently hinting at the truth. Instead, Damien brushed him off, spotting Y/N at the other side of the room. He ran over, showing her the note. Her face lit up, happy for her friend. Danny went to the Plastics table, angrily taking a seat. While he was fuming, he wouldn’t show it, but his mouth would express it anyway.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Sam looked offended. Jake turned to his tray, refusing to look up. Josh watched the test of egos at the table, sobering up in an instant. “And why not? You’ve been with us this entire time, and now you’re pulling at my dick?”
Dan shrugged. “That’s messing with people’s emotions, Sam. You’re better than that.”
“Are we going to have a problem?” He snapped. “Listen closely, Daniel Wagner.”
The raven-haired boy could feel his fear rising, but he didn’t dare move or show any sign of weakness. Despite Sam’s control, he couldn’t have someone challenging him in such a public place.
“I’m like a kid in a candy store,” Sam scoffed. “I can do whatever I want to anyone I want, and no one says shit to me.”
Danny swallowed, looking at how happy Damien looked with the envelope in his hand.
“Are you in, or are you out?” Jake asked.
“I’m in.”
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One's Broken Ideals : Epiphyllum Oxypetalum
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by KesaKo
Se réveiller côte à côte. La mémoire rasée ; les désirs intacts. Maintenant que le lourd rideau des faux-semblants s'est levé, peu de choses se tiennent contre l'affection que Charles Xavier et Erik Lehnsherr se vouent en silence. En dépit du reste.
Très vite, cependant, la bulle d'espoirs dans laquelle ils s'éveillent se crève. Deux des leurs ont disparu. La culpabilité ronge Charles ; vide Erik, qui tente coûte que coûte de les récupérer aux mains du Club des Damnés et de la CIA. Mais ce qui s'est passé à Boston reste sous leur peau.
Ni le temps ni l'automne ne chassent les souvenirs. Tous deux devront apprendre à reposer le fardeau de leur souffrance sur une épaule avide.
Words: 4408, Chapters: 1/9, Language: Français
Series: Part 8 of One's Broken Ideals
Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Raven | Mystique, Hank McCoy, Azazel (X-Men), Kurt Wagner, Emma Frost, Sean Cassidy, Alex Summers, Shinobi Shaw, Hellfire Club (Marvel)
Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Post X-Men: First Class, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Cuba, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Slow Build, it's here, 1960s, Gay and Mutant in the 1960s, Plot, Poetry, of sorts, Emma you meanie, Poor Erik, Poor Charles, Poor Everyone, Idiots in Love, Erik has Feelings, Hurt Charles, Erik is Crushing Harder than a 12-year Old Girl, Erik is not a Happy Bunny, First Kiss, First Time, Smut, Bottom Charles, Top Erik, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Trauma, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Erik has Issues, Friends to Lovers, Guilt, Domestic
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