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Alright, wrote a little something for all the gresties who struggle with storm anxiety like I do. I see you, I feel you, you’re not alone. You’re not crazy for feeling anxious or afraid. Like seriously you’re not, my messages and asks are ALWAYS open. I really hope these help you all in some way ❤️
Now, then… This is how I imagine the boys would comfort you during a storm:
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Jake:
Night time storms were one of your biggest fears. Everything was even more dangerous, with the decrease in visibility. That unsettled you to an unexplainable, unhealthy amount.
If there was a tornado, you wouldn’t see it coming and that was more than enough to send your anxiety soaring to heights that you couldn’t come down from at times.
You sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently to the weatherman on the screen. Everything he was saying was somehow going in one ear and out the other, besides the part where he’d said “tornado.”
“Jake??” you called for him, worry laced so heavily in your voice.
His footsteps were coming down the hall immediately. “What’s the matter, baby?”
All you could muster was a shaky, pointed finger towards the TV screen.
Jake watched and listened for a moment, before looking over at you with a softening expression.
“Oh, love…” Jake ran his fingers through your hair soothingly. “It’s gonna miss us… See?” He pointed to the TV.
But that wasn’t good enough for you.
“But what if it turns this way??” you question seriously, watching the Counties under said tornado warning scroll along the bottom of the screen. “I mean…It could happen…”
Jake stayed quiet for a moment, trying to think of the best way to help soothe you or make you feel at least a little bit safer.
Your head snapped to the window as wild lightning flashed from outside, then snapped back towards Jake with even more worry evident in your eyes.
“Baby, It’s okay,” he spoke gently but firmly. “Do you wanna sit in the bathtub until it passes? Would that make you feel better?”
It felt ridiculous - for you and Jake to squish into the bathtub for no reason other than for the sake of your anxiety, but you knew it would help. Jake knew it would help and he would do anything to make you feel safe.
Jake grabbed a couple of extra blankets and tossed them down in the tub, leaving one to lay over your shaking body.
He got in first and sat down, then, reached his hand up to stable you as you stepped in. You sat down between his legs, letting him pull you back against his chest. Both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, squeezing reassuringly.
“I’ve got you, love,” he whispered calmly. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re okay. You’re safe right here with me.”
Sam:
Thunder shook the walls of your house, jolting you out of what had been a peaceful sleep.
Once you adjusted, you could hear the wind banging things around, the rain - sounding more like hail - hitting against the windows a roof. The lightning lit up your room as if it were daytime.
You sat up in the bed, running your hands through your hair with an uneven exhale of a breath.
“Love bug,” Sam mumbled from beside you, startling your further - not realizing he was awake.
Your head snapped to look back at him and he continued in a gentle command, “Lay back down.”
More lightning lit up the room and a particularly rough gust of wind shook the window, causing you to avert your attention from Sam entirely.
He sighed knowingly, sitting up to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you down himself.
“Sammy,” you whimpered.
“Shhh,” he hushed you softly, pulling you against him and enveloping your body. “I’ve got you, bug. I’ve got you.”
You tried your best to settle down and relax into Sam. He started to draw little patterns into your arm, squeezing you in his arms every so often to let you know he wasn’t gonna let go.
“You’re so beautiful… you know that?” Sammy asked softly, speaking as though he would scare you further if he talked too loud.
You hummed in acknowledgment to his words, but couldn’t find it in you to form up a better response. Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for one.
“You’re the prettiest girl in the world…” he continued, his voice already starting to calm you as he knew it would. “So smart, and funny… so sweet. So, so sweet. You’re so strong and brave, aren’t you?”
“M’trying…” you mumbled quietly, trying to let sleep overtake you before more anxiety could instead.
“You are,” Sammy corrected. “So strong. And you’re safe… Right here with me. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here when you wake up, love bug.”
Josh:
Storm after storm; it never seemed to end. You would be blessed with a few days of sunshine, only to be bombarded with more severe weather in the wake of those sunny, warm, days.
Of course, to you inconvenience, this time around the storms just had to be hitting at night.
“Mama, you can’t stay up all night.” Josh argued lightly - worriedly.
“But what if our phones don’t go off for a warning and we don’t get woken up? What if-“
“Baby, please,” Josh pleaded lightly, crouching down in front of where you were sat anxiously on the edge of the couch. “You need sleep. We both do. You shouldn’t stay up in here and scare yourself even more.”
He was right, if he went to bed and you stayed up, that would just make it worse - not having him next to you.
“We can turn the bedroom TV on, yeah?” Josh reasoned. “We can turn it on, I’ll make sure the volume on my phone is up all the way… It’ll be okay. Just come lay down with me, okay?”
With a defeated sigh, you got up and followed Josh to your shared bedroom. To your surprise, the TV was already set to the Weather Channel and his phone was plugged in on his nightstand.
“How’d you know I’d give in?” You questioned him, trying to sound playful but still just sounding anxious.
“I didn’t, but I wanted to be ready just in case,” Josh answered, climbing into the bed. “C’mere.”
You climbed in beside him, watching him as he leaned over and flipped off the lamp on his nightstand. He picked up his phone and held it out in front of you.
“See?” He pressed the volume buttons on the side. “Volumes all the way up, mama. If it goes off, I promise it will wake us up.”
You nodded and sunk down into the blankets, feeling surprisingly calmer than you were feeling before.
Josh, laid on his back next to you, guided your head to his chest.
It was silent for a few minutes, save for the faint sounds of the weatherman talking away on the TV, until Josh began to sink quietly.
“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again…
It’s been a long, long time…”
You couldn’t help the content sigh that fluttered out of you, the anxious feelings in your body being overtaken by the gently melody that Josh was filling the room with.
“Haven’t felt like this, my dear
Since I can’t remember when…
It’s been a long, long time.”
The sounds of thunder and wind and rain, faded into background noise as Josh continued to lull you to sleep with his voice, not stopping until he was positive you were sound asleep.
Danny:
“Babe?” Danny called, finally returning home late from the studio.
The storms had kept them stuck there for a few extra hours, but the second a break in between storms came, Danny was rushing home to get to you.
He searched around for a moment rather frantically, before finding you laid out in the floor of your walk in closet with blankets and pillows.
“Baby girl,” he couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that slipped out of him at the sight before him. “How long have you been chilling in the closet??”
“Uhhh,” you started, looking at the time on your phone. “Since the first tornado warning…”
“Babe, that was 4 hours ago.” Danny stepped in carefully, sitting down next to you.
“I’m so sorry,” he sighed weakly. “I should have just stayed home with you today.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” you assured him.
“Do you wanna come into the bedroom…?” Danny asked hesitantly. “We can cuddle on the bed…?”
You looked out into the bedroom, then back down at your phone that had just lit up with another warning.
“Could we… Do you think we could cuddle in here?” you asked him seriously with a sheepish expression.
A little hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “Yeah, we can stay in here.”
Danny slid underneath the blankets beside you, tugging you securely into his side and placing your legs over top of his.
“You wanna hear about to Kiszka Studio chronicle of the day?” Danny asked, making an attempt to focus your attention elsewhere.
You looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.
“So, after one of the storms… Jake insisted on going out and looking at the hail,” Danny began, the exasperation already clear in his tone. “It was fuckin’ massive. So, of course, he brings a couple of them back inside with him and he tossed one at Sam, but Sam missed it and it hit his bass…”
You genuine gasp jolts out of you, knowing good and well that Sam was very cautious with his instruments. “Did Sam kill him??”
Danny giggled at that.
“Not… yet? I don’t know. There was a lot of yelling after that, but he didn’t kill him,” Danny continued, laughing lightly. “You know Sam, though… he’s ruthless. He’ll get him back.”
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Headcannon - GVF
Minors DNI 🔞: downright filthy headcannon about the boys’ kinks.
Josh — Auralism: he likes to hear every obscene moment of the act. Your breathy moans, the sheets bundling underneath your bodies, your wet core weeping for him, your tongue lapping against his length… he may even be into blindfolds in the bedroom; anything to focus all his attention on listening to your body. Nothing turns him on more than sitting across the room, eyes closed, focused on the sound of yourself playing with your toys. It’s like blissful torture for him. Although it gets him extremely horny, he typically cannot wait more than a few minutes before he pins you to the bed and rocks your world.
Jake — Orgasm Control: he can be a huge dom and controlling when you get off is the ultimate turn on for Jake. Tying you up and edging you to climax with toys before he cuts you off; flashing those dark, cunning eyes and devilish grin. He will do it over and over again until he can’t resist finishing himself inside of you. When the toys are not enough to fulfill his desires, he turns to cockwarming. In he thrusts, holding himself inside you for a moment, before repeating his motions. It’s so frustrating when all you want is to be slammed into the headboard until your silly.
Sammy — Sensation Play: pleasing your body with all 5 senses is Sammy’s goal. He turns out the lights, flickers on the candles, and wears the outfit you love most on him, and enjoy taking off him even more. He excites your sense of smell by wearing that YSL cologne you melt for. Deep moans and soft breaths in your ear send goosebumps shooting all over your skin. Stimulating by touch is his wheelhouse; spanking your ass, pinching your nipples, gripping your waist, licking all sorts of parts on you. And not to forget taste; Sam is always game for trying things like flavored lube or bringing the pantry into the bedroom. Sounds cliche, but he loves the aerosol whip cream!
Danny — Roleplay: sounds a little vanilla anymore, but Danny knows exactly how to take it to new heights. He surprises you with spicy lingerie and tells you what he expects from you. One night you might be a bratty receptionist that needs punished, the next you might be submissive maid ready and willing to serve her boss. He taunts and degrades you when you disobey him, but praises and spoils you when you behave. All of these antics certainly are not confined to the bedroom. He’s not shy to fucking you over the kitchen island, taking you from behind on the shower floor, or laying you across the glass coffee table in the living room.
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bc i couldn’t let it go, especially after these godforsaken jake lookalike vids
twin nsfw headcanons mostly ab kissing 🤭
josh is an inquisitive, honest, open sort of lover, desperate to understand every inch of your anatomy and how to get you off. he’s asking questions all the time, asking you what feels best, what did you like the most, how’s this angle, this pressure, this many fingers, etc. it makes him hot to hear you answer, and he loves feeling like he knows you inside out.
jake is just as obsessed with knowing how to make you cum and being as intimate as possible, however he’s too cocky to ask in a way that isn’t smug or teasing; “yeah, you like that, don’t you?” “i know, it feels so good, mm? aren’t you taking it so well?” And he’s cautious as he tries new things, and as he learned you he was perceptive and intentional. He is experienced, and he knows he can make you cum, which is even hotter . He’s licking and touching and all the while, watching your body close. When you squeeze around him, he moans. When you shiver, his eyes roll back. Your pleasure is his pleasure.
When it comes to kissing, I think Josh is obviously talented. He has such control over his tongue and mouth—truly, he is so in tune with his mouth. He has to be to contort it to make the sounds he does.
So when kissing, he’s sensitive to everything, and he knows where his tongue is, knows where your tongue is. I think he’s far too impatient for much teasing when it comes to kissing; he just wants your mouths together, so he doesn’t try. He does go slow, though. He wants to feel your top lip touch his, your bottom lip touch his. To deepen the kiss, Josh opens his mouth while his lips are on yours, opening your mouth along with it. When he gets into it, he’s always holding your face or your hair, and that’s when his tongue goes to work. It’s calculated; he traces it over the swell of your bottom lip, swirls it with yours, traces the inside of your top teeth, touching the roof of your mouth.
And he’s so vocal, no one on this planet could convince me he’s not so vocal. He whimpers, he whines, he gasps, he curses, he groans. He loves the kissing to be slow and sensual. When you two are drunk or maybe just so desperate, haven’t seen each other in a while, his mouth is hungry. He gets spit everywhere, he’s sucking on your tongue, biting your lips, anything to feel closer.
Jake…I think Jake is also a great kisser but I think his hands play a larger part. He can feel your breath hitch when he slides his thumb in the crease of your thigh. He likes holding them, he likes grabbing your waist, touching your breasts, threading his hands into your hair. He also likes holding your face but in a more dominant way, where it feels like he’s grasping your cheek and your jaw.
I think jake likes the close tension of kissing, he likes the moment before your lips touch where it feels magnetic. he’s constantly moving a bit to where you have to chase his mouth, and when he finally lets you meet it, he’s pushing back hard. he likes feeling your breath on his lip. i think when he wants to deepen the kiss he brings his thumb up to your bottom lip and tugs gently down, bringing your mouth open for him.
I think jake focuses more on lips than on tongue, he’s always sucking on yours, nipping st them, dragging his lips along yours, skirting them over your cheek and down to your jaw. I also think Jake likes to nip; have u seen the man’s teeth.
He nips at your cheek while you kiss his, he nips at your jaw, at your neck. Soft little bites, nothing more than scraping his teeth on you. And he always, always kisses it better. I think when Jake gets into it it’s almost violent, teeth clashing, fingers grasping, he’s hissing curses into your mouth, he whines when you tighten your fist in his hair, he’s shoving you against his mouth with a hand on the back of your head.
l think they both would be nice to kiss case closed
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Headcannon: All Alone
Honestly these have become less 'headcannons' and more just prompts for our rambling. Sorry these took so long, ya gurls have been mrs and mrs worldwide but we're back.
How we imagine each of them would react to catching you *on your own*
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, unprotected sex, marijuana use, dom!jake
Jake
He told you not to. You knew you were breaking the rules, but the ache between your legs and the knot in your tummy was starting to consume you, entirely. You had brain fog from how bad you needed release. It didn't help that you had the day off work and no plans to keep you busy.
“Keep those pretty little fingers away from my pussy until I tell you that you can touch it.” He growled in your ear this morning as he left you riled up and panting between the sheets after waking you up by grinding up against you and kissing your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark.
You try to focus on the episode of Selling Sunset on the TV in your living room, but Jake’s words ring in your ear, over and over, and you know you’re going to suffer the ‘consequences’ later if you touch yourself now. Questions like, ‘How will he know?’ and “What if I use a toy? Does that count?” flood your mind, but that’s not the point. You’d know and you’re a shit liar, especially when it comes to Jake. Just two more hours. He’ll be home in two hours and he promised to take care of you.
He’d reminded you this morning during your rushed make out session. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He said, hips rutting against you as he moved between your legs. “Gonna take care of my good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?”
The ding from your phone where it lies next to you on the couch is what pulls you out of your daydream. The text from Jake reads: ‘Sam keeps fucking with the keys on this song so recording is taking way longer than I thought. Not sure when I’ll be home, but it’ll be late.’ You audibly groan in response before sending your reply. You type four of five messages and delete them all before responding with a selfie of you frowning, looking as pitiful as possible. And if you squeezed your upper arms so that your cleavage was on full display, so what?
Within seconds, he’s typing. You see the little bubbles appear and disappear over and over as if he’s trying to decide what to say, and then, they’re gone. You poke out your bottom lip like a child pouting and toss the phone across the couch.
Fine. If he wasn’t going to play nice, neither were you. You take the steps two at a time and round the corner to flop onto your bed. Ridding yourself of your t-shirt and shorts, you lean back against the plush velvet pillows Jake had insisted on and reach into the bottom drawer of your nightstand. After a bit of blind fishing, you find your vibrator and thank God it’s charged as it whirrs to life.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you let the fantasy begin to play out in your mind’s eye. You bring the toy up to your lips and push it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before dragging it down your neck to your chest. The sheer bralette you’re wearing hides absolutely nothing and you watch as your nipples harden when you press the toy to your breasts. Thanks to Jake edging you this morning, it doesn’t take you long at all before you’re slipping the toy past the band of your underwear and pressing it to your clit.
You gasp at the intensity and then let out a moan as you start to move and grind against the toy. It’s just as you start to feel the flicker of a flame in your belly that you hear the bedroom door click shut.
“Fuck!” You shout, eyes popping open as you scramble to sit up. “You scared the shit out of me, Jesus Christ.”
“Not quite, but I’m flattered.” Jake says as he lazily strides toward the bed, taking in the sight of you.
“You’re right. Jesus probably didn’t look as good as you do in an open button down.” You grin, relaxing back into the pillows again. Jake does not grin back. The look on his face tells you that you’re in trouble. You stay silent as you lock eyes with him. Every step he takes brings him closer to the edge of the bed. Anticipation is thick in the air and you feel your heart begin to race as he slips his shirt off in one swift motion.
“Am I in trouble, Jakey?” You ask as innocently as possible. Again, Jake says nothing as he reaches for your ankles and tugs you down the bed. The sound that slips past your lips as Jake starts to unbuckle his belt should embarrass you, but you’re past the point of caring.
“Sit up.” Jake demands, and you oblige. Once you’re on your knees, he’s behind you, fastening his belt tightly around your wrists. His lips are at your ear when he whispers, “stop trying to be cute, you know you’re in trouble.” A shiver runs down your spine as he moves from behind you to stand at the edge of the bed.
“Get over here.” He says, watching you, dropping his pants to the floor and touching himself through his underwear. You can hardly contain the moan that’s threatening to rip out of you at the sight of him growing harder. You walk on your knees over to the edge of the bed. Your hands strain against the leather around your wrists and you pout.
“I want to touch you.” You whine.
“Yeah?” Jake teases. He steps right up to the bed, chest pressed against yours and you can feel his hot breath on your face. You don’t try to control your breathing either, huffing into his open mouth. You’re so close, your noses are brushing against each other’s.
“Please touch me, Jake.” You beg. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, breathing coming out a little more ragged and you notice his fist is in his underwear now, jerking himself with a little more rigor. “Oh my God.” You whine again, your mouth watering just thinking about the precum that’s undoubtedly dribbling out the tip of his cock. “Please, baby. Been thinking about you all day.”
“But you didn’t obey, did you?” He finally asks, taking a few steps back. You instantly feel colder without him.
“I’m sorry, but I–” you begin but he holds up his free hand and interrupts you.
“I don’t want to hear it.” He sharply retorts, leaning back against the dresser behind him. “Now lay down, spread your legs wide for me and don’t move.” With an anticipatory gulp, you lay back, trying to ignore how uncomfortable it is with your fingernails and the belt buckle digging into your back. You spread your knees as far apart as you can, exposing yourself completely to him.
“Fuck, kitten, you’re absolutely soaked aren't you?” You groan, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable once again. As you move to clench your thighs together for even a millisecond of friction, he barks out another order.
“Didn’t I say don’t move?” He chastises.
“Sorry, sorry.” You breathe, spreading open again for him.
“So disobedient today.” He clicks his tongue as he walks back toward the bed, hand still wrapped around himself, lazily stroking. He runs a single finger up your leg from the inside of your ankle to your knee. “I was going to give it to you, angel.” He says, eyes fixated on the heat between your legs. You whimper again. “Right here, right now. Maybe fuck some sense into you for being such a bad girl.”
“Please.” You beg.
“But since you seem to be so keen on the idea of touching yourself, let’s just go with that, shall we?” He smirks, leaning against the dresser behind him again and dropping his underwear to the floor. You swear your eyes roll back in your head when you finally see his hard, aching cock in his hand.
“Jake.” You moan dramatically.
“Let me hear it, then.” He says, chin jutting toward you. “If you want it so bad, tell me.” You watch as he looks down at himself and lets a long dribble of spit fall onto the tip of his dick before he swipes his thumb over it, using it as lubricant.
“Oh my fucking God Jake, this is torture,” you whine, awkwardly lifting up on your elbows to get a good view. “I need you so bad. I’ve been thinking about you since you touched me this morning.”
“Keep talking to me.” He says, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, hand moving a little faster.
“I was thinking about you when I was touching myself before you got home. I couldn't help it. You’re so fucking hot.” You explain.
“What did you think about?” He asks, gruffly.
“Thought about sucking your cock. The way it feels in my mouth. The vein that runs up the length.” You say as sultry as you can, watching him pump himself to your words is driving you insane. “Thought about you bending me over the couch and spanking me when you found out I touched the pussy that belongs to you even though you told me not to.”
“I’m close.” He says, eyes snapping open as he walks right up to you.
“That’s it, baby.” You say and you swear you could cry, you're so turned on right now. “Let it go. Cum on me. Cum on your good girl. Only yours.” With a few ragged breaths, he’s striping your stomach and tits with his release. He falters, hand reaching out to catch himself on the bed as he hovers over you, panting. “Oh my God, Jake.” You groan, stretching your neck to the side so that your lips can reach his wrist where it rests by your head. You pepper kisses along his forearm as he comes down.
“Fuck.” He breathes through his curtain of hair. His eyes meet yours and he lowers his face to yours, his forehead resting on yours again. “Your turn” he smirks.
Danny
“Okay, what do you think about this one?” Danny asks as he plucks the same strings in yet another cadence.
“Sounds good, babe.” You offer. You don’t have a single musical bone in your body and everything he plays sort of sounds the same to you but there’s nothing in the world you love more than watching him play.
“I agree, but I still think the rhythm of the first one is better. I feel like it flows better.”
“Mhm.” You agree, your eyes following a bead of sweat as it trails down the expanse of his back.
The pool in your backyard is tiny. The whole backyard is, in fact, tiny. You’d moved into this place about a week ago and could only find one outdoor lounge chair at the thrift store. Your miss-matched lawn furniture was all part of the charm. Or at least that’s what you tell your mother to keep her from worrying about your broke, student-debt-laden, ass.
Danny sits in front of you on the lounge chair and continues to play chord after chord. You watch the way the muscles in his back ripple each time he flexes his forearm to press into the strings or moves his shoulder to strum. “This is kind of romantic, you know.” You interrupt him, but he doesn’t stop, just plays a little quieter.
“Yeah?” He asks, back still to you as he sits perched on the other end of the chair, facing the pool. Always the gentleman, letting you take up most of the space.
“Yeah. I love when you serenade me.” You smile.
“Remember the last time I serenaded you?” he asks.
“Of course I do.” You feel yourself blush.
You’d been in the bath with a glass of wine after a really bad day. Danny had been at the studio all day. It was rounding on nine o’clock and he was still out. It wasn’t until I heard the faint sound of strings being plucked down the hall that the muscles in your shoulders finally started to soften.
The playing got closer and closer and then you could hear him singing softly along. When he tapped the door open with the headstock of the guitar, he smiled down at you. He was completely naked, wearing nothing but the guitar strap over his shoulder.
You burst out into a fit of giggles at first, and he laughed along while still singing the lyrics to First Day of My Life. When you recognized the melody and heard him sing the words to you, as he’d done so many times before, the tears finally began to flow.
“I love you so much.” You smiled up at him, laughing again as he set the guitar down and leaned over to kiss you. He stepped into the bath, crowding around you with his long legs and arms and cradled you into his chest.
“I love you, little bird.” He whispered into your hair. You looked up at him with your chin on his chest and he pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back. And kept kissing him. And kissing him and kissing him until you felt a heat in your belly. You took his hand from where it rested on your cheek and brought it beneath the water’s surface.
He groaned into your mouth as you guided his fingers between your legs. His kisses got sloppier and more urgent as he teased his middle finger at your entrance. “Please.” You whispered against his lips. He leaned forward, pressing your back against the porcelain wall of the tub. As he hovered over you, kissing down your neck and pressing his ring and middle fingers into you. “Fuck.” You whined as he licked and sucked at the wet, soapy skin on your chest.
“You taste like lavender.” He smirked, looking up at you as he took your nipple into his mouth.
“Little Bird?”...
“Little Bird?” He says again, pulling you out of your daydream.
“Hmm?” You hum, looking up at him as he stands over you.
“I said do you want more water?” He smiles, “but now I’m wondering if we should just go inside.” He jokes “I’m worried you’re getting sunstroke out here.”
“No, no I’m good. More water would be great, thank you, Gorgeous.” You smile up at him and purse your lips, asking for a kiss. He leans down to peck your lips and as he wanders inside, you hear him call,
“At least get in the pool, would ya? You’re way too hot.” You roll your eyes and ignore his heed as you take a deep breath and let your mind wander back into your daydream. You can almost feel the way his lips suctioned over your nipple, his fingers toying and twisting the other one. The heat of the bath water made your head fuzzy. Your orgasm came faster than you expected and you felt white hot pleasure ignite in your belly.
With a quick peek behind you to make sure the coast was clear, you slid your hand into your bathing suit bottoms and found your clit immediately. You relaxed your shoulders and neck and focused all your energy on getting there. “C’mon” you whispered to no one but yourself as you imagined it was Danny’s fingers inside you once again. “Danny” You breathed as you felt a tightness in your core. You’re close. So close.
“Fuuuuck me.” Danny groans. You open your eyes to see him standing in front of you with two sweating glasses of ice water. Your face goes beat red and you cover your face with your hands, ready to die of embarrassment.
“Oh God, I’m sorry.” You laugh, nervously.
“Sorry for what?” He asks incredulously, setting the glasses down and finding his spot in front of you on the chair again. He reaches up and pulls your hands away from your face.
“I don’t know, it’s embarrassing. I guess I’ve just never had anyone watch me touch myself before.” You bite your lip, looking down.
With his finger on your chin, he tilts your face up to look at him. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever walked in on.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you. He sucks on your bottom lip, dragging his teeth against it as he pulls away.
“How long were you standing there?” You ask.
“Long enough.” He smiles, looking down at his lap. Your eyes follow and find the hard outline of his cock pressing against his swim trunks. “Don’t be embarrassed, Little Bird. Just show me again.”
Josh
“You’re gonna fuckin’ green out, dummy.” Josh playfully shoves you as he tugs the bong from your hands. You barely hear him over the music blaring loudly from the TV in the corner of the basement, but you giggle anyway, giving the glass piece over to him.
It’s finally here. The night you’d been dreading for months. By this time tomorrow, Josh would be on a plane to London and you’d be spending your night thinking about what you were going to do for the entire summer without your best friend.
“You do have other friends, ya know.” Josh had said to you the day he broke the news about his summer plans. “You’re not going to miss me as much as you think you will.”
“That’s literally hilarious Joshua.” You say, face deadpan. He knew he was your only close friend and had been since middle school.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss. Think of all the cool things I’ll bring back for you.” He pulled at a loose strand of your hair as he tried to lighten the mood.
“Nice try, but not even a suitcase full of souvenirs will pardon you from your sins this time, Kiszka.” You pout, knocking his hand away from your cheek.
“What about two suitcases?” He smirked.
“God, it’s still so fucking hard to picture this summer without you.” You whine picking up the warm, half empty beer bottle from the coffee table, letting it slosh around before swallowing it all in one chug.
“I know. It’ll be our first full summer apart since sixth grade.” He offers.
“Ugh. Please do not remind me of the Step Monster when I’m already depressed.” You groan, slouching fully into the couch as the high finally hits you, rushing through your veins and causing your entire body to tingle in the best way.
“Spending that summer with your dad and step mom was hardly the nightmare you make it out to be, you brat. They had a pool house and a huge water slide– oh! And a movie theater in the basement. In. the. Basement.”
“Yes, thank you for the emphasis. And enough with the gas lighting. You weren't even there.” You flip him off, which he returns with a fake smile and a muttered “charming.” It’s quiet between you for a moment, but it’s far from quiet in the crowded basement.
With his head leaned back against the couch, Josh looks over to you with a grin on his face. “I’m really fuckin’ high.” The grin bubbles into a giggle and you can’t help but laugh along. Your friends begin to make their way over to where you’re both situated on the couch, teasing you both for being so far gone so early in the evening.
“Leave us alone.” Josh blushes and pulls you into his side, burying his face into your neck and hiding in your hair. And there it is- the fluttering in your stomach when you feel his breath on your neck and his fingertips squeeze into your hips.
Getting turned on pathetically easily when you’re high isn't a new thing but, feeling it with Josh sort of is. There had always been a little something there since you were kids and you’d even kissed a few times in highschool, just to see if there really was anything real under the surface, but neither of you had ever made a real move. Well, it was more that neither of you were capable of ever having a serious conversation to save your lives.
Recently, however, you could not stop the feelings that came over you when you were with Josh. The simplest things would make your heart beat faster and it was driving you insane. The last thing you wanted was to be in love with your best friend. Especially when he was leaving for four months. As even more of your friends joined you, you were forced to squeeze closer to Josh. You literally rolled your eyes at how cliched this moment was.
The longer the night went on, the more uneasy you felt. You were practically in Josh’s lap at this point and with a drinking game in full swing, there were once again, more people crowded into your space. The way Josh kept wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward from behind you to pick up a card from the table when it was his turn, was making you dizzy.
You swear the room was getting ten times hotter and even after you asked Josh to crack the window that was behind him, you felt like you were nearly suffocating. You were pretty fucked up after the shots you’d taken after your team had lost not one, not two, but three rounds of a drinking game. But, more than anything, you were overstimulated in the worst way. You knew a huge part of the problem was that you couldn’t stop thinking about Josh. His hands on your waist, his breath on your neck. It was pathetic and embarrassing and you needed to do something about it before you went insane.
“I’ll be back.” You excuse yourself, untangling Josh’s arm from around you and maneuvering around people to take the stairs up to the main floor. Once you’re upstairs, you bolt for the back door and slide it open. You welcome the cool air on your sweaty neck as you pull your hair up into a messy bun. Once you take a few deep breaths and cool down, you walk back inside and contemplate your next move. As you walk past Josh’s bedroom, you notice the door is open. As you see his suitcases completely packed by his bed, you’re reminded just why you’re here in the first place. To say goodbye. Feeling sorry for yourself and conflicted about the wetness between your legs, you gently close the door and flop onto his unmade bed, cuddling his pillow.
You can’t help but feel at home and comfortable here in this bed. It smelled like him and the decorations and trinkets surrounding the room reminded you of him and you let yourself miss him before he was gone.
You woke up hours later in the pitch black darkness to the feeling of someone sliding into bed next to you. You knew it was Josh immediately simply by the way he breathed. “Scootch over.” He whispers as you shimmy closer to the wall on your own side of the bed. Your side of the bed. You tried not to let your mind wander in the deliriously sleepy state you were in, but felt wide awake immediately, the second you felt Josh’s arm wrap around your middle and tug you closer to his naked chest.
It wasn’t long before you felt his breath fall steady, snoring lightly to indicate he’d fallen asleep. And it wasn't long after that that you realized you weren’t going to be falling asleep any time soon. You started to feel guilty and strange. Wasn’t it kind of fucked up that you were lying here with your best friend as he plotonically spooned you, not realizing that you’d been painfully turned on, thinking about him, for hours?
As quietly as you could, you slipped out from under him and made your way out of his bedroom and ultimately out of the house. The drive home was dark and confusing and felt shorter than it usually did. You forced yourself to fall asleep as quickly as you could, setting an alarm on your phone to remind you to wake up and drive Josh to the airport.
It was that very alarm that blared loudly in your ear only a few hours later. You rolled out of bed, but still couldn't shake the feeling of pent up frustration you were experiencing last night.
A cold shower would help. Right? That's what people always say in the movies at least, and you were desperate. The second you stepped into the freezing cold water, your whole body tensed up and your system was completely shocked. The longer you stood there, however, the more your body got used to the water and you barely felt cold at all.
Seeing it as your last resort, you grabbed the removable showerhead attachment and switched the water pressure setting to ‘massage’. You laughed at yourself for a moment, feeling like a pubescent boy with morning wood. Then, with a hand pressed against the shower wall to ground you, you guided the showerhead between your legs. As the cold stream hit your clit, you gasped. It took a few moments to adjust to the feeling, but once you got the rhythm, you were shocked at how close you were already.
You were so lost in the feeling that you hadn’t even noticed the door open. “Hello?” You heard Josh call.
“Fuck!” You shout, startled by the fact that the very man you were just picturing between your legs was standing just outside the very clear, very see-through shower wall. With the water being so cold, there was no steam to cloud up the glass at all.
“I’m so sorry if I scared you, I knocked at the front door for like two minutes straight.” Josh said, still standing there, eyes on yours. “Thought you got sick or something when I woke up and you were gone.”
“Nope.” You say guiltily, showerhead in your hand like a murder weapon. “Can you g–”
“I also thought I heard something.” He says, mouth twisting to hide a grin. “My name perhaps?” No. No, no, no. There’s no way you were saying his name, yet here he stood and you know you’d been caught red handed.
“It was all the weed, I swear to god.” You say, awkwardly trying to put the showerhead back in its holder while still covering yourself up.
“Mhm.” Josh replies with a shit-eating grin.
“You’re so full of yourself.” You roll your eyes as he sheds himself of his jacket.
“This okay?” He asks warily. You nod a few times and push the shower door open, inviting him in.
“Make it quick, loverboy, your flight takes off in a few hours.”
Sam
“I’m not one to beg for it, you know I’m not, but I will.” Sam says, lips at your ear and hands roaming all over your body.
“First of all, you most certainly are one to beg for it.” You shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck. “Second, we’re already late and today is going to be busy as hell, so go take a cold shower or something because we’re leaving in ten.” It takes some wiggling and a hell of a lot of willpower to get out of his grasp, but you manage it nonetheless.
Sam had gotten back from tour last night around two in the morning. You hadn't seen him in almost a month and you had to admit you were just about as desperate for him to fuck you as he was. The rushed, hot, whirlwind of last night was not nearly enough to satisfy either of you and you were both content to spend the entire day in bed.
“Tell them we’ll be late.” He whines, flopping down onto the mess of sheets on your bed.
“I’m a bridesmaid, dummy. I cannot be late.” You tease, doing your best to haphazardly make the bed around his unmoving form.
“It’s just the rehearsal dinner, you can be fashionably late right?” He asks once again, reaching out to grab you and pull you into him as you tuck the sheet under the mattress, rendering you helpless as he pins you to the bed.
“We’ve got a shit ton of set up to help with at the venue before the rehearsal dinner, Sam. I told you this.”
“Who’s we?” He asks, mocking you as his hands pin yours above your head and his lips suck kisses against your collarbone.
“The rest of the bridal party and you.” You try to shimmy out from under him as his teeth nip the neck of your flimsy nightgown and pull it down, exposing your breasts to him.”You agreed to help, Sam, I’m not letting you out that easily. Jet lag or not.”
“Alright, alright, no need to go all mommy on me.” He drawls, tongue lapping at the skin on your right breast. Your breath hitches at the word, though you two have ever used it in an intimate context. You feel yourself losing this battle, slowly but surely.
The alarm on your phone, telling you that it’s time to leave, sounds loudly from the nightstand next to you. The fog in your brain clears and you remind yourself that you'll be damned if you let your best friend down on the most important weekend of her life.
“Shit, okay put some pants on.” You untangle your fingers from his and shove him off of you by the shoulders.
The next three hours are pure torture. The wedding venue is outside. In July. And it’s one hundred degrees today. You and the rest of the bridesmaids are tasked with putting together the flowers and place settings in the reception area, while Sam and a couple other plus ones arrange the chairs for the ceremony.
Every time you look over at Sam, another piece of clothing has been shed. First it was the sweatshirt he’d worn on the drive over. Not half an hour later, he was barefoot, now, as the sun beats down at three pm, he’s shirtless with his hair tossed into a sweaty, messy bun. He’s laughing and joking with the groom and a few of the bridal partys’ dates as they haul chairs out of the truck.
He’s so effortlessly hot. At first, you don't think anything of it. Everyone here is roasting and tired and deliriously giggly as we fumble through the chores of the day. Shirts are being discarded, water is being chugged, and two of the groomsmen even sneak back out to the parking lot to sit in the car with AC for several minutes.
Then you begin to catch on to what he’s doing. You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and take a look at the notification. The message is from Sam.
Your ass looks so good in those shorts, my mouth is watering. I can’t stop thinking about you.
You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as your eyes seek him out. You spot him casually chatting with a friend of yours, phone in hand, as if nothing has happened.
You quickly respond, typing: behave. and shove your phone into your back pocket as you refocus on the flowers in your hand. Seconds later you feel your phone notify you of another message. You physically shake it off in your shoulders, trying to ignore it, instead focussing on the bride who is chattering nonsense about her honeymoon plans.
Ignoring it, however, is somehow making it worse. It’s consuming you. Your mind is now wandering as you think about what the text could be saying. You feel a flip in your belly and you’re wound up tighter than a guitar string.
“How’re we doin’ over here?” You hear Sam’s voice and his footsteps approaching. You feel him then, as his hands rest on your waist from behind.
“Just another day in paradise.” Our friend pipes up. The conversation before Sam interrupted starts back up again and you keep your hands busy, trimming the stem on the peony you’re holding. You feel Sam’s fingers brush your hair off your shoulder so he can rest his chin there.
“Hi.” You whisper, to only him. “What do you think?” You ask, putting the peony in its place and holding up the bouquet you’d put together.
“Gorgeous.” He says and you can hear the smile on his lips.
“Thank you, baby.” You smile back, feeling proud of your work.
“Why are you ignoring me, angel?” He asks. A shiver runs up your spine as you feel his hand slip into your back pocket.
“Just staying busy.” You say, keeping your voice even.
“Hmmm.” He hums into your ear, his other hand wraps around your waist, holding you against him. To anyone else, it would look like Sam is simply, innocently, hugging you from behind, but you can feel his cock press against your ass. Your heart begins to race as he presses the dantiest of pecks to your cheek.
“It’s so hot out here.” You sigh, placing your bouquet in a vase with water and picking up some greenery to trim.
“So hot.” Sam agrees, holding you a little tighter and in any other circumstance, it would gross you out, but you feel the sweat on his naked chest through your tank top.
“Hey Sam, could we get your help with these tables?” You hear one of the groomsmen call.
“Check your phone.” He murmurs, giving you one last squeeze and peck on the cheek before jogging over to where the rest of the group continues to set up. You try your best to stand your ground. It was a game now and he was not going to win…but… again, you found yourself unable to resist focusing on anything else as the wet spot in your panties grew.
“I’ll be right back.” You excuse yourself from the group that barely notices your exit and as stealthily as possible, make your way to the bathroom. You bypass the large, public bathroom, and instead, walk down the long hall and around the corner to the single room option. As soon as the door clicks shut, you pull your phone out, opening the message from Sam.
It’s a photo of him, in this very bathroom, with his very hard, very perfect cock in his hand. His face is barely in the shot, but you’ve seen that look in his eyes before. They’re half-lidded and tired looking, to match the lazy grin on his lips. His shirt is off, and his hair is down, falling over his shoulders down his chest. His shorts sit just below the swell of his ass, making it look even more tempting than it already is.
“Fuck.” You groan. You battle yourself in your mind for a minute before deciding that you’ve got to do something before you snap like an overstretched rubber band. You lean against the wall by the sink in the pristine bathroom and slip your hand into your shorts, then further past the waistband of your underwear.
“Sam.” you whine as your fingers swirl over your clit again and again. You gather the slick that’s been pooling at your entrance since this morning when Sam had gotten you riled up. You glance down at the photo on the screen of your phone and imagine it’s Sam’s fingers filling you up and touching you exactly how you want him to.
You let out a startled scream when you hear the bathroom door open, but settle slightly when you see Sam’s head peak around the frame. He clucks his tongue at you, shaking his head and scolding you with a ‘tsk tsk tsk.’
“Read receipts, angel.” He explains, shutting the door behind him.
“Oh my God” you nearly shout. “How the fuck did I not lock the door?!” Sam says nothing, but steps closer and closer.
Finally reaching you, he lifts you up onto the countertop and replaces your hand with his, grinning as he says, “I love weddings.”
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Liquid Courage
Danny x Reader(f)
Warnings: alcohol consumption
Summary: Danny goes out with the guys and sees a pretty girl.
It had been a long week. Danny and the boys had just gotten back from tour and were looking to relax and hang out. They all decided to meet up at pub downtown. After dropping off his bags and taking a quick shower, Danny headed out.
When he arrived Jake, Jita and Josh were already there finishing their first round of drinks.
"Hey guys, I see you started without me." Danny teased. "Where's Sammy?"
"Hell yeah we did, we wait for no one." Said Jake lifting his glass. "Sammy should be here soon."
Just as he said that, the door to the bar opened and rang the bell to signal someone had come in. Looking over his shoulder, he saw you. You were stunning. You were an absolute vision. His eyes were glued to you as he watched you walk over to your group of friends.
Clearing his throat, Jake said, "Looks like you've found yourself quite distracted."
Rolling his eyes, Danny ordered himself a beer and chatted with Josh. All the while, stealing glances at you. Sammy eventually showed up and even he notices Danny watching you.
"Hey man, how about you take another swig of this liquid courage and go talk to her. You haven't taken your eyes off her since I got here." Sammy says nodding toward Danny's drink.
Looking down at his drink and then back to you, he gulps down the remainder and with a deep breath, he stood and made his way over to you.
Tapping on your shoulder, "H-hey, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink. I'm Danny by the way.", He says reaching out his hand.
"I'd love a drink thank you." You say shaking his hand after giving your name.
The two of you drink and chat with ease. Before you know it, it's closing time. As you go to say good bye, Danny asks for your number. Taking his phone, you quickly type it in.
As you hand him back his phone, your hands meet and it is electric. Looking up at him, you smile and say one last good bye. Just as you turn around, Danny grabs your wrist and turns you to him giving you a quick but passionate kiss. "I just couldn't let you walk away before kissing you, I hope that's okay." He says eyes wide. You laugh and say it was.
Saying one last good bye you turn and head for your Uber. As you get in your phone goes off. It's a text from Danny that says, "I hope this isn't too soon, but I'd love to take you to breakfast tomorrow." You smile and type back that you couldn't wait and you'd talk details in the morning.
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cowboy like me
in which a swindler meets someone that makes her feel something other than contempt for the first time. (based on cowboy like me by taylor swift)
pairing: jake kiszka x reader (feminine pronouns used)
genre: angst, teensy bit of fluff :)
wc: 2.8k
warnings: mentions of sexual acts (non-graphic), icky men, unwanted advances, female badassery, mentions of robbery (not really but technically), little moment of PTSD if you look close enough, lots of pining and denial <3, not rlly proofred el oh el
a/n: my first fic in a while, based on one my fav taylor songs ever :) this idea manifested itself so quickly and i physically couldn't not write it. the writing style is a bit different from my other ones, so let me know if you don't like it! cowboy jake is so close to my heart even though he's really not even a cowboy in this lmao. i hope u guys like this as much as i do <3
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takes one to know one
you're a bandit like me
you turn around, scanning the crowd as you press the small of your back against the dark wood of the bar. your eyes flitted from person to person, man to man to be more specific. you could admit to yourself it was a dangerous business, but who else is gonna do it?
you remind yourself of that sentiment every time you set out to do this. you probably regarded yourself a little to highly for a person of this nature, but your friend had justified it to you once as “feminist vigilantism.” and so that's what you came to think of it as.
the only time you really doubted yourself in this were the lonely nights in bed, when your brain roved over everything you’d done in the last 2 years and contemplated every detail.
something you could’ve done better, or differently. or even if you should’ve started doing this in the first place.
but by the next saturday night, those thoughts would be gone with the wind as you seized a hundred or two from the wallet of whatever man that was under you. he would find it missing shortly after you were gone, along with your note, and the satisfaction that came with the thought of the night would drown out all others.
you push your anxiety to the side, and force yourself to think about the end goal. it takes a while to filter one out from the rest, but like every time, he always shows himself. he has to. your eyes settle on his body as he strides over to a table on the far side of the club, and starts talking to one of his friends.
his body language shows pride, the acceptance of a challenge. you would bet every single dollar you had earned from this business that his friend was proposing a bet to him; you could practically hear it ringing in your ears, even though you were too far away to hear the conversation.
whoever gets a chick to blow them first gets 50 bucks.
even though you couldn’t hear the exact conversation, you most definitely could hear the disgusting laugh that comes from him, probably at the mention that his friend bet he couldn’t do it.
you hear his loud remark, “oh i’ll fucking show you,” he challenges with a shit eating grin.
he was the type you would categorize precisely as “trust fund baby.” neat, slicked back hair, perfectly ironed clothes, his body language as if he owned everything in the entire world.
entitled little motherfucker, you thought. your eyes are trained intently on his every move as he stalks across the club, to immediately grind against the first girl he sees.
she’s clearly confused and disgusted, and as she turns away, he possessively grabs her waist. you sit your drink down, seconds away from slipping on your mask of seduction and striding over to him.
but someone beats you to it.
you stop in your tracks, not very used to a plot twist. another man appears from the side, placing a protective hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying something to the man. you see his grip loosen on her waist before it drops completely, and you see his face heat with defeat and embarrassment as he backs off, half-apologetically.
your body relaxes as he goes back to his table, defeated. you guess that he really had his sights on her and didn’t have the will to try again. pathetic. thank god she was apparently taken. but as your eyes return to the girl and the man that intervened, you start to second guess.
he had stopped touching her. like, completely. you’ve been studying body language for a long time, and the fact that he isn’t touching her all over after he clearly saw that man grab her is very unusual especially if he’s her boyfriend.
his face however, is gentle. it isn’t predatory, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to step in and do exactly what the other man was about to do, like you briefly thought.
you were puzzled for the first time in a while. you always have everything thought out, always thinking two steps ahead of the plan.
what is he doing? you think, as you bore his eyes into him, like if you stare at him long enough, his intentions will reveal themselves.
his brows are furrowed as he talks to the girl, his presence warming and comforting, you could feel it all the way from your place at the bar. the girl seems to be reassuring him with a small smile as he puts a gentle hand on her shoulder again, returning her smile before dropping his hand and walking away, disappearing back into the moving bodies of the club.
when you watch the girl go safely back to her friends, you turn back around to face the bar, taking a long pull of your drink as if it’ll make the answer come to you faster, make you think harder.
you furrowed your brows; why did he help her? that was the only obvious answer you could come up with, that he was helping her. he didn’t touch her more than necessary and he didn’t stay longer than needed. he showed concern and then left.
kind of like the opposite of me, your mind countered. but maybe not so much, considering the thought that if he really did do that to help her, your motives may not be so far from his.
“beat you to it, didn’t i?”
him. you knew it was him before you even heard him, for some reason.
you turn your head to the right, feeling him there before you really even took him in. his presence was so strong, but not a bad kind of strong. you couldn’t decipher it. your eyes meet his face, with eyes so brown that you could almost compare them to the dark molasses that sits on the top shelf of your cabinet, reserved for when you make pancakes.
“pardon?” you return, arching a brow.
he gives you a knowing smile and sits himself on the stool next to where you’re standing, and for some reason you're compelled to as well, so you step up onto your barstool, turning your body so it’s completely facing him, the same way he’s facing you.
“i knew you were watching, saw you about to walk over. decided i’d save you some work,” he shrugged.
your mind reeled. you didn’t exactly know how to respond. “thank you?” no, that's too vulnerable. “i could’ve handled it?” no, i don’t wanna be mean. at the end of the day i guess he did help her.
you went back and forth in your mind, before he interrupted your debating with a small, genuine smile. “you don’t have to say anything, i just wanted to come and have some conversation. you seem interesting... respectfully” he says with a small nod of his head.
it seems like a request for your time, and he’s given you no reason to deny him a conversation, so you agree. “okay...” you trail with a small smile, and ask him a question, simply because you feel like he’ll answer truthfully.
“why’d you help her?”
he shrugs, “why wouldn’t i? i guess you could consider it my contribution to society. although i don’t really enjoy being recognized or applauded for it. the only reason i’m telling you is because i can tell that, for lack of better words, we’re in the same line of work,” he raises his brows with another one of his knowing grins.
you gave him a look and decide to be truthful for a moment.
“i’m trying very hard to figure you out.” you say, almost desperately.
to be completely honest, up until this point you were merely humoring him. he may have helped the other girl, but he said it himself; he was just doing his part for society.
you knew he still just wanted someone’s pants to get into, and someone to validate him for his good deeds before he threw them away after the night was done and would never have to worry about them again.
that was what you were. you were the target and you would be perfectly fine with it. you knew how this would end. you had the script revised and edited and perfectly memorized in your mind:
you would end up in his bed.
“god, you’re the most stunning piece of woman i’ve ever seen” he would grunt, as you grind down harshly on his groin. your insides would crawl, the words whispered by a greedy man when he thought his counterpart was enjoying it would forever make you want to crawl inside of your own skin. you would feign pleasure at being praised, letting a dominant chuckle leave your lips. “is that right?” you would whisper, touching your lips to the shell of his ear. you would shuck his pants off, and as he was blinded by the pleasure of your hand, you would use your other to deftly slip his wallet out of his pocket and snatch a couple of hundred dollar bills. my reward, his punishment.
after his frantic climax, while he would be snoring like an arrogant, lazy king on his throne, you would pad to his bathroom, scribble the same note you wrote every time, and slip out of his front door once your dress was back on. you would go back home and scrub your hand until the skin was burning red and raw, and add the money to the jar patiently waiting for you in your nightstand drawer.
you reel back, hit with the realization that that was exactly what had happened last week, and that your body just relived it. but it was still true nonetheless, that was exactly how this would end. just like last saturday and the saturday before that, and just like probably next saturday and the next one until you decided you were done with this bullshit city and moved on to another.
but he seemed to take the script and rip it to shreds.
deep inside your body, you’re sureness dampened with doubt as you searched his eyes. there wasn’t that hunger that you had become accustomed to in every man you encountered. no hunger, no greed. only gentle, rolling seas of molasses.
you were appalled.
you couldn’t figure him out and a part of you was so incredibly drawn to him that you couldn’t make sense of where the curiosity started and where the contempt ended. all of it was blurred, but you could tell that he was different.
he understands your mind whispered, beckoning you to crumble and give in. deep down you knew that there was no danger, this wasn’t just another job.
he was a human, not a monster in a storybook. not like the ones you were always used to.
and the worst part, he could see it all. he could see the dilemma in real time as it happened behind your eyes, and so he makes a decision.
he stands from his barstool as your eyes follow every move he makes. he stands directly in front of you, and extends his hand.
“dance with me.”
it’s not a command, as it sounds. it's a request. he is giving you every opportunity to decline, and he’ll walk away and you’ll never see him again. and so you don’t decline, and decidedly take his hand in yours.
he gives you a beaming smile as a reward, and you vow that this won’t be the only time that you see him smile like that tonight. you’ll make sure of it before the night is over.
he leads you to the dance floor where a relatively slow song is playing. he takes the hand that’s holding yours and sticks it out a bit, as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder. you let him. he places his hand on your side, and starts to shuffle his feet.
“i can tell you're conflicted,” he says, softly.
“quite.”
“care to help me understand?” he requests, and there’s a light in his eyes that makes you curious all over again. you cave, and answer somewhat honestly.
“you’re the first man i’ve met that doesn’t seem...” “vile? disgusting? self-centered?” he finishes, and you give him a sad smile. “i suppose.”
“but you still don’t seem afraid.” he challenges.
“i can’t be. that ruins the whole point of what i do,” you answer.
he seems intrigued, but a part of you can tell that he already knows the answer to what he’s about to ask.
“if i may ask, what exactly do you do? i’d like to see if my theory about us being similar is correct.”
you arch a brow. “if i tell you, you can’t go snitching on me.” you counter. he gives a mischievous grin at that, and takes this hand off your hip momentarily to stick out his pinkie. “pinkie swear i won’t,” he says with a seriousness that makes you laugh slightly. you lift your hand from his shoulder and hook your pinkie onto his, and when you pull away, you can’t help but notice that your whole hand is tingling.
you return it to his shoulder and his to your hip, as you start to explain.
“i guess you could say i’m a thief of sorts.” you start. “they steal something from me, i steal from them. my dignity for an hour, their money and their confidence for a couple of days.”
“you’re a robber?” he insinuates, eyebrows raised.
you give a mischievous smirk. “if you want to look at it that way.”
“huh, maybe we are different. i don’t very frequently participate in illegal actions,” he teases. you shrug, “they’re too high off their arrogance and pride to even remember what i look like.”
he snorts, “i quite like your philosophy.”
you stare at him, why were you telling him this?
“well, what do you do?”
he smiles, “not anything near as interesting. just what you saw earlier, i play the role of concerned boyfriend for a few minutes, they get home safe. unfortunately, no robbery involved.” you start to lean into him more, and you think of something your mother told you when you were very little, curious about everything and heart on your sleeve. you couldn’t understand how you would just “know” when the right person came into your life.
“everyone says that you just know, but how? how will i know?”
her answer was simple:
“you will know, because spirit knows spirit.”
and here, now, you felt your spirit latch onto his. you drown in his molasses eyes and don't do anything to stop it. you card your hand through his hair, and show no self-restraint, his hand shifts lower on your hip, and he doesn’t seem to be appalled by any part of you.
you raise your mouth to his. and you don’t care. you move your lips against his, and you feel. you feel everything you’ve never felt. you feel every ounce of his spirit pour into yours, greeting each other with a familiar smile.
spirit knows spirit
he pulls away, and you don’t regret. you don’t regret anything that brought you to this moment, and you realize with a jolt that you very might well do it all over again if it promised this outcome every time.
he smiles that smile again, and you drown.
“jake.” he whispers, his forehead against yours.
“y/n.”
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now you hang from my lips
like the gardens of babylon
with your boots beneath my bed
forever is the sweetest con
all in all, you did end up in bed with him. but, your bed. a welcome change.
fully clothed, facing each other on your sides, hands on skin and bodies so close that almost no air could move between you. your hands are stroking his hair as you exchange words and stories, pasts and motives.
“i’ll admit, the way you go about things scares me a little. it’s too risque for my taste.” he confesses, and you smile and shrug. “i guess i’ve felt like it was what i had to do.”
you pause, contemplate. “maybe i don’t have a need for it anymore though.”
he raises a brow, “oh?” his hand moves to your jaw, trailing fingertips.
“you lose your interest for vengeance when you find something that makes you forget about it.”
it's a simple sentence, but the meaning courses through him. he smiles and kisses you for the hundredth time that night, and you both take comfort in knowing it’s far from the last. it's soft and yearning. it's a promise, a promise of healing and trying.
“i want you to see. i want you to trust that not everyone is out to get you.” he whispers, suddenly serious.
you frown, “i think that might take a long while,” you answer honestly, giving him all the room he needs to back out.
“i don’t mind. you’re a cowboy like me”
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Raise Your Flags - jmk
Word Count: 2553
Warnings: None
Tags: Fluff, Angst
One of the biggest differences between you and Josh was his ability to navigate any emotional situation. While he grew up in a house that promoted a healthy relationship with feelings, you lived in a house that did quite the opposite. He was taught to express, and you were taught to suppress. Even at your age it was still a difficult thing for you to balance. You had a hard time expressing your emotions properly- confusing one emotion for another, reacting much larger than you needed to in order to build a wall for yourself, etc. It also created some difficulty for you when reading other people’s emotions. If your own feelings were confused in your head, how could you be sure what others were showing was what they actually felt?
Lucky for you, Josh was patient, and always did what he could to make you feel more comfortable with these things. Which is why before you guys were dating, early on in your friendship, he introduced you to the flag system. He had done some research when you guys started hanging out, things he could do to help you navigate your feelings.
The flag system was built on being able to boil down what you needed from your partner during these situations into one word: green, yellow, orange, or red. Lift a hand, say a color, and based on your limits- both mentally and emotionally- you and your partner would change the way you were handling whatever you guys were dealing with.
It was a tried and true system, and something you used frequently.
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>>Green: ???
Yellow: ???
Orange: ???
Red: ???
“So, I was thinking we could eat at that little outdoor cafe we passed by the other day?” You asked.
You had been on tour with Josh for the past month and a half. You wouldn’t be staying for the whole thing- the tour was almost a year long and you sadly had a life to get back to eventually. But you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the world with your love. Seeing him perform almost every night was just a bonus.
It was your six month anniversary though you had known each other for far longer. While you wanted to celebrate, you also didn’t want to do anything too crazy since you two had been so tired lately. Being with each other was celebration enough, so you opted to keep the day simple. Normally, the boys would join you for a day out, but they agreed to let you two lovebirds have the day to yourselves to wander the city hand in hand.
“That sounds good to me.” he responded, a smile gracing his face. You pulled you into a hug, arms around your waist, his chinning resting on the top of your head. You swayed back and forth for a few minutes, listening to him sing to you softly. Sometimes, he just wanted to hold you, and you were okay with that.
When you finally got to the cafe, you were relieved to see it was pretty empty. If it was as full as it was the other day, you wouldn’t have been able to get a table.
Once you were led to your table, Josh sat down on one side of the booth, and you took the other side so you could look at him. A habit you had yet to break. You found something on the menu you’d order pretty quickly, while Josh took his take. This was the perfect opportunity to soak up his features- something you weren’t sure you’d ever get tired of.
You decided it wasn’t enough so you got up and sat next to him on his side. You slid until you were pressed right up against his side. He instantly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and turned to press a kiss to your temple.
He started to turn back to his menu, and with a chuckle said, “You’re clingy today.”
You tensed. The smile on his face made it clear he hadn’t meant it in a bad way, but those words had been maliciously thrown at you before by people you’d rather forget, and you weren’t quite able to see past that. You went to put some distance between you two, but before you could, Josh’s grip on your body tightened.
He turned towards you again, raising a hand to your face to make you look up at him.
“Green.”
Relief flooded your body.
“I’m sorry. That was a bad choice of words. I do like you clingy though. I could never get enough of you, mama.” He said, wrapping his other arm around you as best as he could in a booth, and gave you a tight squeeze.
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Green: Everything’s okay. Proceed as normal.
>>Yellow: ???
Orange: ???
Red: ???
You heard the laughter the second you opened the front door. You walked through the helm, taking off your shoes to leave them on the shoe rack before proceeding deeper into Josh’s house. The day you had really taken a toll on you, so you snuck up to his room to take a quick shower. After changing into some of your clothes that you had left here previously, you made your way to the living room.
“-and then when the love interest died, I swear she was never gonna stop crying. Poor thing went through so many tissues.” Josh’s voice made you stop in your tracks before you made it into the living room. The boys’ howling laughter only got louder, something you didn't think was possible. You remembered the moment he was recounting- it was a week before your one year anniversary. Cramps had you couch-ridden, and Josh cleared his schedule to spend the day with you watching as many movies as you could.
“Oh, come on! That movie wasn’t even that sad.” Jake said.
“No, I know, I know. But there was nothing I could do, she was on her period, and she always cries at movies.” It was true. You had been on your period, and you did always cry at movies, even when they weren’t really sad. But that didn’t stop the irritating feeling that began climbing your spine. Telling a funny story about your partner was one thing, but did he need to include the embarrassing details?
You walked into the living room, seeing the boys drinking, which would explain Josh’s slight lack of filter- not that he had one to begin with. Your anger lessened, but didn’t dissipate fully. You took a seat on the couch next to him, greeting the rest of the boys.
After that, you were silent most of the night, letting out a laugh or a nod every now and then to make it seem like you were present. You were too busy mentally reminding yourself that Josh likely didn’t have any ill intent when telling that story. Also, you had no reason to be embarrassed by it anyways, periods were a normal bodily function.
Before you knew it, everyone else had left and just Josh and you were left. You had been so zoned out, you didn’t realize it until Josh sat back down on the couch next to you, turning to face you.
“What’s wrong, mama? You didn’t say a word all night.” He asked with concern in his eyes.
You blinked a few times, not having an answer yet. You knew you were angry, you knew why, but you couldn’t get it out for some reason.
Josh raised his eyebrows expectantly, eyes roaming your face. After a moment, he spoke up again. “Flag?”
“Yellow,” you said with no hesitation.
Josh let out a sigh of relief, grateful to hear it. “Alright, we can work with that. C’mon.” He moved scooted towards the other end of the couch, and pulled you so your head was in your lap. His hands found your head, and began playing with your hair. He knew he would have an easier time getting your feelings out clearly if you were relaxed. Heavy eye contact would only be a hindrance.
“I don’t even know why I’m mad. It’s dumb.” You said, playing with your fingers.”
“No, no. Your feelings are valid, whatever they are. Don’t dismiss yourself. Tell me when you’re ready.” He said quietly.
You took a few minutes. On a surface level, you knew your feelings were valid. But that also didn’t stop the slight shame you felt for being upset over something so trivial. It probably hadn’t even been so much as an afterthought in the boy’s minds, but it consumed your whole night. Focusing on the sound of Josh’s breathing, you collected your thoughts.
“I dunno. I just didn’t really like how you told the story to the guys about me being emotional on my period. It’s nothing really.” You mumbled.
Josh took a moment before replying. “I’m sorry. I hope you know I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I thought it was a cute story. What about it made you feel upset?” You knew he was asking not only so he could avoid repeating that mistake, but also so you could work through your own feelings on the matter. “I guess I just didn’t feel comfortable with you mentioning my period. It kinda made me seem like an emotional mess. God, this is so dumb!” You let out a small laugh, covering your face with your hands. You felt juvenile for being embarrassed.
With your hands blocking your sight, you couldn’t see Josh looking down at you, pride overflowing from his face. You were talking through your feelings with him, and he’d never get over getting to be there for you during that, no matter the circumstances.
He let himself indulge in taking in your appearance, before removing your hands from your face. “It’s not dumb, mama. I’m proud of you for working through your emotions. I know it can be complicated. I’ll take more care in my story telling from now on, okay?”
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Green: Everything’s okay. Proceed as normal.
Yellow: It’s a little rocky, but I want to talk through it.
>>Orange: ???
Red: ???
You stormed through the front door of your shared home with Josh. You threw your shoes on the floor, not bothering to stand them neatly on the shoe rack. You were angrily discarding clothes as you walked further into the house, letting things drop wherever they may.
When all your winter gear was discarded, you let out a huff and sat on the couch, Josh finally entering the house. Closing the door behind him, he didn’t even take the time to kick his shoes off before following your trail to the living room.
“And what the fuck was that? Are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now?” He spat in your direction.
“A tantrum? A tantrum,” You let out a laugh. “Okay. Sure. Well forgive me for being upset that a random woman was all over my fiance and he didn’t care.”
“That’s not fair and you know it! She was a fan, she just wanted a picture-”
You stood up from the couch, cutting him off. “Yeah and when her hands started roaming you should have put a stop to it. But no, you reveled in her affection. Hell, by the time she put her lips on you, it’s like you forgot I even existed,” You argued, crossing your arms.
“Don’t act like I welcomed it. I was stunned when she kissed me, I didn’t see it coming. Security stepped in immediately. You saw that.”
“Security shouldn’t have had to step in, you should have! Do you not get that? Forget the band, forget security, forget the fans. If some guy came up to me, and started touching me, kissing me, how would you feel?”
“That’s different-”
“Why? Because I’m not a celebrity? I don’t get some free pass to do whatever the hell I want?” You spat. You knew it wasn’t going to help your case, but you wanted him to understand.
“Orange.”
A beat of silence passed before you turned and walked up the stairs to your shared bedroom. You walked into your closet, grabbing a duffel bag. You began shoving clothes into it, not even bothering to take them off the hangers. You grabbed some stuff from your dresser and bathroom. He wanted space, you’d give him space.
You walked back downstairs passing Josh on the staircase. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He asked.
“You said orange, I’m giving you what you want.”
“Jesus, I just meant that, like, I’m gonna go sit on the porch in the backyard or something, you don’t have to leave.”
“Well, I want to. I don’t want to look at you right now. This’ll be better for both of us anyways. Maybe this will give you time to figure out what you want.” You took a few more steps down the stairs, but paused to look back at him. “I’ll be at Miranda’s. I’ll text you when I get there, so you know I’m safe. Talk later. I love you.”
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Green: Everything’s okay. Proceed as normal.
Yellow: It’s a little rocky, but I want to talk through it.
Orange: We need to take a step back to work through our thoughts. We’ll talk after they’re sorted.
>>Red: ???
“Red,” You whispered, tears in your eyes. “Red, red, red!” You repeated, getting louder each time you said it. You didn’t care that you were yelling. You didn’t care that hundreds of eyes were on you.
“I hate you. This isn’t fair,” You mumbled, leaning closer to him. You looked at him, starting at his head. His hair, every curl perfectly in place. You skipped over his face, wanting to avoid his eyes. The suit he was wearing made you livid. You wanted to rip it off of him. This wasn’t him, your Josh wouldn’t wear this. It was boring, it fit in too well, the material wouldn’t be comfortable on his skin. Your eyes continued, landing on the wedding band on his left hand.
Your own hands subconsciously went to the matching ring you wore, toying with it. You placed a hand on the table next to you to keep yourself from collapsing as you let out another heart-wrenching cry. Someone came up behind you, placing their hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. A squeeze that was full of pity, meant to console you. But it wouldn’t. Nothing could.
You braced yourself to take one last look at him- at his face. You studied it. His eyes closed. His facial hair is neatly trimmed. Not a hint of pain anywhere.
Reaching around your own neck, you pulled off a set of his mala beads- his favorite, actually.
“Red,” you whispered, one more time, to make a point no one was listening to. You leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on his forehead.
With shaking hands, you placed the beads neatly on his chest, before turning to walk away from the casket, avoiding the stares and condolences of all of Josh’s loved ones.
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Green: Everything’s okay. Proceed as normal.
Yellow: It’s a little rocky, but I want to talk through it.
Orange: We need to take a step back to work through our thoughts. We’ll talk after they’re sorted.
Red: You’ve broken my heart beyond repair, and we can never come back from this.
#josh kiszka#bitesizedjosh#josh kiszka headcannon#josh kiszka gvf#gvf#fluff#angst#josh kiszka imagine
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Just thinking about how nervous the boys would be about changing their handles, especially Jake and Danny. 😩 (quick little blurb below the cut)
You watched as he hit the submit button on his phone and blindly tossed it onto the loveseat with a thud. You offered a reassuring smile, but the one he returned was clearly forced. He loosed a worried sigh as he laid down, resting his head in your lap as he tucked his knees to his chest, just like he always did when anxiety started to take root in that gentle soul of his. “It’s gonna be fine, babe,” you whispered softly as you ran your fingers through his dark hair.
“It just feels like…i dunno, the end of an era or something,” he mused softly with another sigh, stretching his legs out across the couch—the first indication that he was relaxing a bit.
“It is,” you replied gently, leaning down to kiss his temple. His nose crinkled with a smile.
“Yeah, I suppose it is,” he chuckled softly before turning and capturing your lips with his.
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do you think the boys have watched lemonade mouth? and who would everyone’s favorite character be?
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How would the guys and y/n react to Sage getting in a fight at school because someone was picking on her little brother/sister?
Jake: he is pissed. He always taught Sage to be the bigger person and the violence was never the answer. He grounds her as soon as he goes to pick her up from school. He hardly talks to her the whole night because he is so angry. When he finally does, he scolds her, telling her how upset and angry he is. But then he also tells her that he is proud of her for standing up for someone, even though there were better ways to handle it.
Josh: he is almost as upset as Jake is. He’s a pacifist and doesn’t believe in fighting. He tries to look at things from Sages view, seeing that she had no choice but to punch the bully in the face for making fun of Cash. He talks to her and gives her some advice on how to talk to a bully and how to ask for help in certain situations.
Sam: Sam is living for it. He thinks it’s funny that Sage beat up a bully. He does the whole bad col routine the whole “it’s not good to be physically violent” but then he is also wanting all the fight details. He is laughing and telling her how proud he is that she punched a fifth grader. “Such a bad ass, Raptor.”
Danny: He is like Jake and Josh, scolding but also proud that she stood up for Cash. He sits down with her and lets her talk about her feelings, how angry she felt that the bully took Cash’s lunch box and held it over his head and then someone else pushed him down. Sage tells him how she wanted to cry when Jake yelled at her. Danny also helped Sage write an apology letter to give to the kid she punched.
#my asks#g’s asks#jake and sage#the adventures of jake and sage#jake and sage sunday#greta van fleet headcannon#gvf headcannon#greta van fleet imagine#gvf imagine
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cooking up a little something for all the gresties here with storm anxiety ❤️ It will be up soon.
#sparrow’s fics#inside sparrow’s mind#gvf headcannons#gvf#greta van fleet#sam kiszka#jake kiszka#danny wagner#josh kiszka#sammy gvf#jake gvf#danny gvf#josh gvf#peaceful army
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Headcannon - GVF
Minors DNI 🔞 - as filthy as I would like this to be… y’know guidelines 🙅🏼♀️ so enjoy my take on their fav positions… feel free to look into them on your own time
Josh: Butterfly
Allows for deep penetration and manipulation of other bits 😉 I believe Josh loves seeing his partners facial expressions and making eye contact. Also, he is no doubt a tit man; full visuals.
Jake: Cowgirl
I think Jake enjoys upright for the embrace. The whispers and moaning directly in each others ears. Cowgirl easily allows for both to switch between dom and sub, and making a slight adjustment can hit the right spot for his partner!
Sammy: Lotus
Allows for a lot of skin to skin contact! I think he’s all about closeness, and intimacy. I can see this being his go to position to start the evening off by being gentle and sensual or the position he jumps to when he’s tired and fucked out.
Danny: Teaspoon
Oo! Imagine his big strong hands wandering all around your body. Teaspoon is much more than just fucking. It’s the kissing of the neck, nipple play, and access to his partners clit 🤤 Maybe even use of toys!
#gvf#greta van fleet#josh kiszka#jake kiszka#danny wagner#sam kiszka#gvf smut#gvf headcannons#absolute filth
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Masterlist
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last updated: 05/05/2024
note: most of these are not beta-edited!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
✰ - angst
♡ - fluff
❀ - smut
╰┈➤ TLOU
Ellie Williams
series
⌲ a brew of history ♡ (intro. part 1. ...) on hiatus
⌲ bound by bloodshed ✰❀ (intro. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6. ...) w.c 14.8 (wip)
⌲ which witch ❀ knight!ellie x princess!reader (part 1. part 2. ...) wip
oneshots
⌲ appaloosa bones ❀♡ coming soon...
headcannons/blurbs/requests
⌲ streamer!ellie ♡
⌲ valentine's day confession ♡ (request)
╰┈➤ MISC
GVF
Sam Kiszka
⌲ favoritism (prologue. part 1. ...) ♡ on indefinite hiatus
Harry Potter Universe
Marauder's Era
⌲ sunday kind of love ✰♡ w.c 16.2k on indefinite hiatus
Harry Styles*
⌲ groupie ✰ w.c 21.7k on indefinite hiatus
* = no longer writing for
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Headcannon: Plan B
Okay, we did it. We took a stab at the Plan B head cannon and honestly, it was a really fun one.
Also- we're going to do a series of shorter, simpler, headcannons instead of what we did with Getting Caught and All Alone. Here’s the first! Heacannon requests are open!
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, unprotected sex, Plan B/ emergency contraceptives, inebriated consensual sex, birth control
Please practice safe sex in real life, y’all. ‘Plan B’ is called Plan B for a reason. This is FICTION :,)
Sam
“I missed you so bad.” I groan, tugging Sam’s hair at the roots as he holds me against the wall, both hands grabbing fistfuls of my ass underneath my silk mini dress.
“Fuck, baby.” The faintest sound escapes his mouth as I bite down on his lip in response to him squeezing me a little too hard.
It was pretty ambitious for us to think we could make it through an entire evening of dinner and dancing without tearing each other’s clothes off. Sam had just gotten back from tour this morning and I hadn’t seen him in a little over a month.
This sex with Sam was my absolute favorite. Of course I loved when we took our time on one another, too. When he’d wake me up with wet, lazy kisses on my neck. When I’d ride him torturously slowly just to make sure I didn’t miss a single expression on his face, or sound his pretty mouth made.
But reunion sex was… something else entirely. It was rushed, desperate, rough, wanting, needing, and passionate. It was a blur of hands and lips and tongues everywhere.
“Sam.” I start as I push back against his chest, urging him to the couch. “I’m drunk.” He stumbles a few steps backward, taking the hint. “And so are you.” I say in between kisses. His lips pull and suck on mine, making it even more difficult for me to actually speak. “So we need to make this quick.”
“Mhm.” he agrees as we reach the small loveseat in the living room. “So quick.” He reaches down to take the hem of my dress in his hands and pull it up over my shoulders. I hear a tiny tear as he yanks it over my head, but decide I’ll be mad at him for it later. I don’t have the capacity to even think about it before he’s on his knees, pressing me back against the couch. He spreads my legs apart with his hands and goes in to kiss my heat, but I stop him.
“As much as I want you to eat me out right now. I need you to fuck me, way, way more.” I say, pulling him on top of me. “Like now.”
He wastes no time at all as both of us work to undress him. Within seconds, he’s pumping his cock in his hand and lining himself up with me.
“You look so fucking sexy like this.” He says, standing over me and I can only imagine the state I’m in. Hair disheveled, makeup a mess from the blowjob I’d attempted to give him in the bathroom at the bar before we decided to go home instead, naked and panting, ready for him.
“Pull out, baby I don’t get my new IUD until next week, remember?” I warn as he slides himself through my folds a few times before pressing into me, hard and sloppy, and filling me up perfectly.
“IUD.” He says, grunting. “Got it.”
“God, I missed you so fucking much.” I gasp, as he pounds relentlessly into me. He’s got almost no rhythm or stamina, but I don’t have the wherewithal to notice or care.
Despite both of us being painfully drunk, it doesn’t take much time at all before both of us are wound tight, toes cramping and ready to cum. “I’m gonna cum, Sam. Don’t stop.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back so that he can look directly down at me.
“Yeah?” He asks. “You gonna cum for me?” With my mouth wide open, fighting for air as his other hand moves to wrap around my throat, I nod and squeeze my eyes shut, letting release wash over me in breathtaking wave after wave.
“Fuck.” He shouts, as I clench around him. His hips buck against mine over and over as we both ride out our highs. “Fuck. I–”
“What?” I ask, panting, still out of breath. “You came inside, didn't you?”
“I did.” He admits, pulling out slowly, scooching my ass to the edge of the couch so as not to make a mess.
“Welp. You’re driving to the pharmacy this time, champ.”
Josh
"Do you have condoms?" I ask as I feel Josh's soft, wet lips press against my neck again and again. It's hard to focus on just about anything, let alone try to make a sensible decision, but one night stands require a little extra responsibility.
"Mhm." He mumbles against me, the gruff of his facial hair dragging along my skin and adding to the intensity. "Top drawer."
I reach to my left and pull open the drawer of Josh’s nightstand, fishing around until I feel something that slightly resembles a condom. What I pull out, however, is not a condom at all.
“Josh?” I ask, trying my best to hide the smile forming on my lips.
“Yes, gorgeous?” He asks, finally looking up at me.
“Do you make a habit of leaving hot sauce packets in your bedroom drawers?” I hold up the sachet in my hand, waving it in front of his face. His cheeks tinge pink, only slightly as he laughs along.
“Would you still fuck me if I made a ‘spicing it up in the bedroom’ pun right now?” He asks, eyebrows raised, snatching the packet from my hands and tossing it back into the drawer.
“Oh my God.” I groan, slapping my hand over my face and giving into the cheesiness of the joke. “That was the worst line I’ve ever heard.”
Josh throws his head back and lets out a loud belly laugh before sitting up to rummage through the nightstand for a condom.
“However, my pants are already off and my tits are already out, so I guess, yeah. Yeah I’m still gonna fuck you.” I smile, sitting up to press kisses to his bare shoulder blade as he searches.
“Well, mama.” He says, voice dropping an octave lower. “I wouldn’t take those panties off just yet, because it looks like we’re out of condoms.” He looks back to you with an apologetic look on his face. I frown and think for a moment.
“Josh.” I say, eyes boring into his. “Can I trust you?” I ask.
“Of course you can.” He says, placing his hand over his heart. “Clean as a whistle, I just got tested last week actually. I can show you the paperwork if you want–” He begins to stand before I take his arm and shake my head.
“It’s okay. And you can trust me.” I say. “Mostly because I haven’t had sex in about six months.” He smiles at that.
“I’ll make you a deal.” He says. “You forgive me for not being prepared to take you, a truly stunning, radiant, goddess, home tonight from the bar; and I will buy you the pill tomorrow morning. First thing.” I think about it for a second.
“Throw in breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.” I say. He smiles and leans back in to kiss me.
Danny
“Do you think if it doesn't work, it’ll give our baby, like, an extra arm or something?.” I ask, holding the tiny white pill in my hand. Danny chuckles lovingly, tugging on a strand of my hair and kissing my temple.
“We read the box like fifty times. Only very mild side effects.” He says, brushing his finger gently up and down my arm. “No extra limbs on the list.”
“Poor kid.” I say. “An extra arm would be cool as fuck.” Danny laughs as I toss the pill back into my mouth and wash it down with a gulp of water.
“Uh-uh.” He chastises me, tipping the water glass back before I can pull it full away from my lips. “The instructions said a whole glass of water.” I roll my eyes and nearly choke as I chug the contents of the cup. “Good girl.” He says.
“Damn, why am I kind of getting offended that you want this to work so bad.” I ask, setting the glass on Danny’s nightstand and lying back on the bed. Danny smirks and pulls me into his side.
“You wanna be my baby mama, mama?” He asks, hand brushing through my hair as he rests his chin on my head. I let his question ruminate for a moment. I let it sink in before I answer.
“And what if I do?” I ask, fingers brushing the hair just below his belly button. “One day?”
“One day.” He agrees, holding me a little tighter. It’s quiet again and in the stillness, I feel the sun shining in through the window a little warmer and the breeze brings with it a crispness. I hear the birds a little more clearly as if they’re singing just for us, filling the quietness with life.
“Danny?” I turn my head to rest my chin on his bare chest. He looks down at me, lips in line with my nose, and hums in question. “How do you feel about practicing for ‘one day’?” A smile slowly creeps along his parted lips and his eyebrows raise suggestively.
“Ready for round two already, are we?” He asks. “Last night wasn’t enough ‘practice’ for you?”
“First of all,” I begin, sitting up to straddle him, placing my knees on either side of his hips and leaning down to peck a kiss to his lips. “This morning would be, like, round four…maybe five if you count the shower–”
“And I do,” Danny interjects, holding up a finger. “I definitely count the shower, you’d be a fool not to count the shower.”
“–And second… are you really about to turn down the future mother of your children?” I ask, sitting back up fully and mocking offense.
“Children?” He asks. “You’re getting a little ahead of me here.” He says, sitting up so that we are face to face before he continues his path and presses me back against the mattress so that he’s hovering over me. “Maybe we do need lots of practice.” He smiles, face diving into my neck to attack it with kisses. I squeal as he tickles my side, and remind him, between laughs:
“Don’t forget the condom this time, Daddy.”
Jake
"Oh shit." I freeze immediately, feeling the blood run out of my face and a chill run down my spine as I hold two half used packs of birth control pills in my hands. "Jake?" I call to him from the bathroom.
"Yeah babe?" I hear him call back from the bedroom as he strums a nameless tune on his acoustic.
With my towel wrapped around me and my hair dripping onto my shoulders and down the floor in my wake, I walk, zombie-like out to where he's lounging on our bed. He's still naked from the love we’d made in that exact spot he’s sitting in, not even twenty minutes earlier. He looks up at me, a lazy grin on his lips as he's, no doubt, still riding the high of his orgasm.
I hold up both packs of birth control to him and he simply stares at me. A confused look furrows into his features the longer the moments tick by without me saying anything.
"Is this some kind of fucked up pregnancy announcement?" He asks tentatively, placing the guitar on my side of the bed and drawing the thin cotton sheet back. He steps out of the bed and pulls on a pair of discarded boxers from the floor.
"Not yet." I try to explain. "Remember a few weeks ago when I couldn't find my birth control, so I ordered a new pack?"
He nods, stepping closer to me and taking the packs in his hand, as if holding them will somehow reveal what I'm trying to say.
"I started on week two because I thought that's where I left off, but clearly I was a week behind.
"So..." He begins, desperate for me to make it clearer for him.
"So I've been taking the duds for two weeks straight."
"And we..." It starts to click for him.
"And we've had a lot of sex in the last two weeks." I crumple onto the chair at my vanity behind me, feeling my chest tighten.
"Okay, okay, hey." He nearly whispers as he kneels in front of me, tossing the packs onto my makeup table. He takes my hands in his and presses slow, sweet kisses to my knuckles. "No need to panic just yet, dove." I take a deep breath, hold it, and then exhale, long and slow.
"Do you think the pharmacy is still open?” I ask, fingers playing with the hair tie wrapped around on his middle finger.
“Sit tight.” He says to me before dropping my hands in my lap in favor of my cheeks and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
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I'm Not Done Writing Songs About You
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Warnings: Angst, recent break up
Summary: Jake takes off to the cabin to get away after a recent break-up.
As the car turns the corner, Jake pulls up to the cabin. It had been a while since he'd been here. In fact, the last time he was here, he was here with you. Images of you dancing and laughing in the kitchen and laying in bed smiling softly at him flash through his mind. Shaking his head in attempt to shake away the memories, he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.
Grabbing his bag and his guitar case, he heads on in. As he opens the door, more memories of you make their way to the front of his mind. Memories of the two of you lounging on the couch listening to vinyls, him playing you songs on his acoustic as you smile and sing along. With a heavy sigh, he tosses his things to the ground.
Making his way through the cabin, he steps out onto the back porch. Taking in the view, he sits and let's the peace of the mountain wash over him. He needed this. He needed the quiet. He needed to think.
After sitting on the porch until the sun went down, he came inside and grabbed his journal from the bag he'd tossed beside the front door. Carrying it over the the kitchen table, he got out his pen and began to write. He wrote all the things he'd wanted to say when you told him that you were leaving. He wrote about how he didn't understand how you could try and make him choose between music and you. About how he resented you for even attempting it. How if given the chance to do it over again, he'd choose you. How the moment you left, his heart stopped beating.
Picking up his guitar, Jake began to play chords to a solemn song. A song about a boy who let love walk away. How the boy would go through space and time to change the ending. About how there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get that love back.
He'd never written a song so easily. It was as if the song poured out of him and through the guitar. Quickly he played it again, but this time he set up his phone and recorded himself playing. After the last chord hummed to a stop, he grabbed his phone and sent it to you. With the words, "It seems like I'm not done writing songs about you." attached.
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