What You'd Do To Me Tonight

So glad to see another member of the "put Josh in a dress" agenda

someone said, Danny in short shorts, so I made him too muscular. additionally, Josh in a dress and Sammy being a diva.

Your Majesty

King!Jake x Servant!Reader

Angst

The large room had become filled with a draft, chilling you down to the bones as you pushed your clothes into a chest, turning towards the window for a moment.

The sun had begun to set, illuminating the valley in an array of pinks and oranges, a kaleidoscope of colours that you had always admired. You’d miss this view, but you’d miss him more.

“I’m almost finished, Mother, just a few more things to go” you spoke, before turning away from the view that so desperately tried to hold your gaze.

You were surprised to see him this late. In fact, you were surprised to see him at all, considering the past few days that had been had.

“Your Majesty” you spoke, keeping your voice low, your eyes focused on the floor.

Lifting your head ever so slightly, you could see his eyebrows raising into a look of confusion.

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to call you now?” you replied, before kneeling back down in front of the chest, gently placing your cloth-wrapped trinkets into it, laying them out carefully.

“You can call me by my name, like you’ve always done” he replied, “Nothing has changed.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at him, before pulling yourself together.

“Don’t you see?” you continued, pulling the lid of the chest closed. “Everything has changed. Your position has changed, your family has changed, your life has changed. And it seems that I no longer have a place in it.”

He was silent, simply watching you move as you spoke.

“You promised me that when the time came, that I would be the one that came with you. That you’d stand on your balcony and announce it to the people, that it was me, that I was the one that you wanted.”

You couldn’t help but to turn from him, unable to continue watching him feign confusion.

“Yet here we are. I have to leave, and you have to ascend. How is any of this fair? How could we have spent so many years chasing this dream, only for you to throw it away? It’s your kingdom now. Who cares about the silly rules and regulations, who cares what the people would think? You are their king, you are their ruler. You make the rules. And you didn’t even try.”

He took a quiet step forward, opening his mouth to speak. “I di-“

“No, you didn’t. If you had, we wouldn’t be standing here, I wouldn’t be packing everything that I’ve ever owned into a box, and I wouldn’t be having to say goodbye.

Maybe I was foolish for thinking that it would work, maybe I was ignorant to the truth. But i trusted you. I trusted you to keep your word.”

You stood, then, making your way back to the window. You rested your hands on the ledge, your fingers intertwining with each other. Despite feeling the sting of tears threatening in the corners of your eyes, you pressed on.

“You gave me a lifetime of memories that I refuse to forget. You cannot take those away from me - they are mine to keep. Endless nights sat right here in this room, your voice ringing in my ears, promising me that everything will be okay, that once you were king, we could finally be together.

You gave me more than I could have ever asked for. You gave me your love, but you kept your heart.”

You could feel him stood directly behind you, his arms finally slipping around your waist, before turning you to face him.

Once the words had began, you found yourself unable to stop, every thought that you had spilling out of you like the chalice of the king.

“My heart does not come with me tomorrow. My heart will not sail over the waters and bear the storms in the ways that I will have to. My heart will not know the struggles that are to come. My heart will stay here. And whether you like it or not, it will always belong to you, it will always be yours. You can say whatever you’d like, be it that you’ve chosen her, or that she was chosen for you - but what I know is that my heart will never belong to anyone else.

My heart will stay here while I rot and wither away from the inside out, knowing that I cannot come home, that there is no home for me here, not anymore. “

He lifted your chin slightly, his index finger and thumb resting so gently on your skin. “I don’t want you to leave.” His voice was gentle, but commanding - as if he had already grown into his role as King.

“Your words mean nothing to me now. My ticket has been bought, and my lodgings secured. Don’t you dare forget that it was your idea for me to leave, that it would be easier for her to not have to see me around. Don’t think that I will ever forget the way that you looked at me, like I was nothing but dirt on the bottom of your boot, like i was something that could just be scraped off and discarded. It’s not that easy, Jacob, you know that it isn’t.”

His eyebrows furrowed once more as you spoke, before leaning down, his lips gently pressing over yours.

It was then that your decision had been made, pulling yourself away from his grasp, and leaning down to grab the chest into your arms.

“Let me hel-“ he began, before you turned, the tears finally flowing down your cheeks, leaving marks along the front of your clothes.

“I don’t need your help. I don’t need anything from you anymore.”

You were quick to leave the room, not daring to look back at him. What was done was done, and you were left only to fear for the future.

Roving Blade

Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, more tags will be added for later chapters

Captain Jacob Kiszka stood at the helm of his ship, The Mirador, the salty breeze tousling his long brown hair as he gazed out over the vast expanse of the shimmering sea. His amber eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he watched the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the restless waves.

The crew of the ship, a formidable bunch that Jake personally handpicked to travel with him, moved about with purpose. He gave quick glances to the three most important members of his crew.

There was Daniel Wagner, his best friend and honorary brother. Danny moved with practiced ease as he checked the cannons and gear over once more, his dark, curly hair catching the last rays of sunlight like a halo.

Then there was Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the Kiszka brothers. His long brown hair trailing behind him in the wind and a smile playing on his lips as he effortlessly climbed up the intricate rigging of the ship to check the sails.

Most important to Jake, there was Josh, Jake's twin and his right-hand man. No one besides Sam and Danny knew much about them. One day, two teenagers just appeared with a ship, their kid brother, and another young boy who they dubbed their honorary brother, wreaking havoc on the seas.

Captain Jake was well known for his conquests, his reputation as a fearless and cunning pirate preceeding him. Tales of his daring escapades and his uncanny ability to outwit even the most formidable foes made their way through the taverns of every port town they passed through.

But amidst the whispers of his legendary exploits, there was a softer side to Jake that few were privy to. It was a deep longing within his soul that even the most precious treasures of the world could not quell.

He had everything he could ever want, except the one thing money couldn't buy.

It was that same longing that brought him to stand alone on the deck most nights while his crew slumbered below.

The night enveloped the ship like a velvet cloak, the only illumination coming from the moon's silvery glow dancing on the restless waves. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, the other keeping him upright as he leaned against the railing, looking out over the dark waters.

Feeling rather melancholic, he softly sang into the vast expanse of the ocean, letting the melody carry his emotions out into the night air, "I dreamed a dream, the other night... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... My love she came, dressed all in white..."

It wasn't often he sang, even when the crew would break into various shanties during the day. He'd let them have their fun, only joining in for a line or two. But when it was just him, the sea, and a bottle of booze, he let himself relax fully.

"I dreamed my love came in my sleep... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep... Lowlands away..."

Far below where Jake stood, something stirred, roused awake by his singing. They swam up from the depths, and a ripple broke the surface of the water as they peeked above with a curious tilt to their head.

Their wide eyes held a mix of wonder and wariness as they regarded the figure of the pirate standing on the deck above. They couldn't help but sing along with Jake, completing the melody.

Their voice was like liquid silver, weaving through the night air with a hypnotic quality. The soft, melodic tones wrapped around Jake like a gentle embrace, harmonizing in a way that felt almost otherworldly.

Jake turned, drawn by a sensation he couldn't quite explain, to see the source of the enchanting hum. He felt almost sleepy as he took a step forward, then another, before climbing up on the railing, desperate to get to the source of the voice.

"Jake!"

Before Jake could tumble over the ledge, he was yanked back on deck by his twin, Josh. The sudden jolt of being pulled back from the edge of the ship brought Jake back to his senses, his heart pounding in his chest as he stumbled backward.

Josh's grip on Jake's arm was firm, his expression a mixture of concern and exasperation. "What the hell are you doing, Jake? Are you trying to take a dive into the ocean in the dead of night?"

Shaken from the trance-like state that the mesmerizing voice had cast upon him, Jake blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to catch up with the abrupt return to reality, "I... I heard something, Josh. A voice, singing. It was... enchanting," he stammered.

Josh arched an eyebrow, casting a wary glance over the empty, dark waters that surrounded the ship. "Enchanting, you say? Are you sure that bottle of whiskey hasn't played tricks on your ears, brother?" His tone was laced with slight amusement, though beneath it lay heavy concern for his twin's well-being.

"I'm telling you, Josh, I know I heard something," Jake repeated. His amber eyes searched the darkness beyond the ship, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the source of the ethereal voice that had captivated him moments ago.

Josh knew Jake to be a man with an open mind, but the notion of a mystical encounter with a creature of legend seemed too fantastical even for Jake's vivid imagination. Yet, the intensity in Jake's gaze concerned Josh.

"Jake, you've been drinking too long. Your mind is playing tricks on you," Josh remarked, "We should get you to bed."

Jake didn't oppose him this time, choosing to let Josh lead him back to his quarters. Despite Josh's attempts to reassure him that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that voice that had reached out to him in the night.

He knew something was out there, and he knew he would find it.

--

The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the small porthole in Jake's cabin, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets of his bed. As he slowly stirred from his slumber, a dull ache reverberated through his skull. With a groan, he raised a hand to his temple, trying to ease the throbbing sensation.

Blinking his eyes open, Jake's gaze fell upon the scene before him. He was still mostly dressed, the fabric rumpled from a restless night's sleep. A heavy sense of unease settled in his chest as he took in the sight of the empty whiskey bottle lying on its side, its contents drained to the last drop.

With a determined shake of his head, Jake pushed himself up from the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floorboards of his cabin. He pulled his boots back on, lazily fixing his clothes and running his fingers through his hair to untangle any knots.

As he made his way above deck, the salty tang of the sea air greeted him, mingling with the crisp morning breeze that tousled his long brown locks. His crew was already up and about, milling about purposefully as they prepared to get moving once more.

"Captain! How are you this morning?" Josh jogged up to Jake, lowering his voice once he was close enough, "You all good after last night, Jake? Ya had me a bit worried with all your talk of "enchanting voices" calling you out to sea."

"Don't worry, Josh, I'm fine," Jake replied, giving him a reassuring grin.

Josh nodded, though unconvinced. Still, he didn't press the issue further; once they were out of these waters, they'd be far enough away from whatever had caused Jake to nearly go overboard.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a brilliant shine over the endless expanse of the sea. The ship cut through the waves with a rhythmic cadence, the creaking of the timbers, and the flapping of sails providing a backdrop to the bustling activity of the crew.

As the day wore on, Jake found himself drawn back to the railing, the memory of the voice from the night before lingering in his mind like a half-remembered dream. He scanned the horizon, his gaze searching for any sign of the mysterious singer who had captivated him.

But the vast ocean offered no clues, no hints as to the identity of the voice that had reached out to him in the darkness. Disheartened yet determined, Jake turned his attention to his duties as a captain, barking orders and overseeing the crew as they worked tirelessly to navigate the ship through the unpredictable waters.

It took them only a day to land in the next port town. It was little more than a speck on the map, and the locals were (rightfully) unsure how much they liked the presence of Jake and his crew. But once Jake provided them with a hefty pouch of coins in return for their stay, they seemed to relax around the visitors.

While the rest of his crew made the most of their short time on land, Jake stayed by the beach, lost in thought. He didn't hear someone approach from behind him until a hand landed upon his shoulder.

Startled at the unexpected touch, Jake jumped, whipping around with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He relaxed once he realized it was only Danny.

"Sorry, Jake, didn't mean to scare 'ya there," Danny chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "I just came to see if you were alright. Josh was tellin' us that you had quite the experience last night."

"I already told him I was fine. Nothin' I can't handle," Jake scoffed, "I just drank a bit too much is all."

The sun hung low on the horizon now, casting a warm golden hue over the sandy shores. Seagulls wheeled overhead, their raucous cries mingling with the distant sounds of the bustling port town.

"I know you, Jake. You don't really think that," Danny's voice cut through the other sounds, matter-of-factly challenging Jake's earlier dismissal.

Jake's amber brown eyes flickered with frustration as he turned to face Danny, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression, "No, I don't. I know I heard something out there, and as much as I want to believe it was anything else, a part of me knows what it was."

In all honesty, Jake knew what it was from the moment he was pulled back from nearly jumping overboard.

Sirens, mermaids, water nymphs – the names swirled like a tempest in his thoughts, each one carrying with it a weight of ancient legends and cautionary tales.

He knew the stories, the warnings whispered by seasoned sailors and woven into the very fabric of maritime lore. The enchanting melodies that lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves, the haunting beauty that masked a deadly intent. The descriptions varied, but the outcome was always the same – a fate sealed by the irresistible call of the sea.

Danny's voice carried a note of urgency, a sailor's instinct honed by years spent navigating treacherous waters, "If we're on the same page, then I reckon we should probably leave these waters sooner rather than later. The longer we stay, the more likely we'll lose someone-"

Jake, his jaw set in a firm line, cut him off before he could finish, "No. I'm not running away with my tail between my legs like a scared mutt."

"But Jake-"

"If you all want to stay ashore, then go ahead. I'll go on my own if I have to."

Realizing he was getting nowhere with this, Danny sighed and stood up, "I'm with you if this is something you need to do, Jake. I trust you." And with that, he turned and headed back up towards the town, presumably to tell the others what Jake had decided.

Call it bravery, call it greed, Jake didn't care. If it really was a creature of myth that tried to call him to the sea, he had to see it for himself.

Upon returning to his crew, Jake said only one thing.

"Lads, it's time to go fishing."

-----

Jake knew it wouldn't be easy to catch a Siren; as far as he knew, it's never been done. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light dancing on the gentle waves that lapped against the sides of the ship.

The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable energy that crackled in the salty breeze. Jake stood at the helm, his eyes fixed ahead and his heart pounding with excitement. The familiar weight of his sword at his side was a gounding presence, a reminder of the danger he was putting himself and the rest of his crew in.

The crew worked swiftly and silently, their movements guided by the rhythm of the ocean. The sails billowed overhead, and lanterns cast a warm glow on the deck, creating long shadows that danced with the gentle sway of the ship.

As they sailed further into the darkness, the stars above seemed to multiply, sprinkling the sky like scattered diamonds. The night was alive with the symphony of the sea – the creaking of the ship, the soft lapping of the waves, the distant cries of seabirds.

He had told them all his plan to catch this mystical creature earlier in the day.

First, they would head out to the approximate location they had been at the first time Jake heard the singing. Once there, the rest of the crew would turn out the lights and stay silent while Jake lured it out. And finally, if that worked, they had just the thing to capture it.

Months before, Danny and Sam had come to Jake with an idea of theirs - a smaller sized cannon that could launch a net much farther than the crew could throw it. At first, Jake had dismissed the idea as nothing more than a fanciful whim, a contraption that seemed more suited for a circus act than a pirate ship.

But now, he found himself reconsidering their proposal. After employing the help of a blacksmith in town and testing it out many times, their net contraption was ready for use.

When they dropped anchor, the ship rocking gently against the current was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Jake stood at the edge of the deck, rough rope tied securely around his waist, a lifeline in case the plan went awry. Josh had insisted upon everyone being tethered down, unwilling to go through with the plan without it.

The rest of the crew got into position, staying silent and hidden so as not to alert their target of any danger. Sam and Danny waited for the perfect moment to launch the net, while Josh kneeled beside the rope keeping his twin tethered to the ship, just in case anything went wrong.

With everything ready and in place, Jake began to hum a tune, hoping it would draw the siren, or whatever it was, to him once more.

An hour passed with no sign of any response, and Jake began to grow doubtful of his plan working. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, the creaking of the ship as it swayed with the current, and the occasional distant cry of a seabird

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting a ghostly light over the dark waters. Jake stood at the edge of the ship, his heart heavy with uncertainty. His amber brown eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement, any glimmer in the darkness that would signify the presence of the elusive creature he sought.

The crew, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath, their anticipation palpable in the still night air. Danny's brow furrowed, his trust in the plan wavering as the minutes passed. Sam shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waited. Josh remained close to the tether, his hands gripping the rope tightly as he kept a vigilant watch over his twin brother.

As the minutes ticked by, doubts crept into Jake's mind. What if there was nothing here? What if this was all a wild goose chase, brought on by wild maritime tales? Had he really been so foolish?

Just as he was about to call it all off, a soft melody began to weave through the stillness of the night.

"My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold..."

A dim light could be seen just a few meters from the side of the ship, ripples disturbing the water as something poked its head above the waves. And this time, Jake kept his eyes on it.

Even in the dim moonlight, he could see the way the its skin seemed to have an unearthy shimmer to it, like the surface of a pearl. Wide, large eyes stared back at him, and he yearned to get just a little closer to them.

"His hair it hangs in dark waves, his eyes like amber coals... my happiness is with him, wherever he may go..."

Just as Jake leaned closer, half his body over the railing, Josh held the rope tight and shouted, "Now!"

The command pierced through the night like a cannon blast, igniting a flurry of movement on the deck. Sam and Danny sprang into action, their trained muscles working in perfect synchrony as they released the tension on the contraption. The makeshift cannon roared to life, propelling the net with incredible force towards the shimmering figure in the water.

There was no time for them to dive back below the waves. The net soared through the air, a tangled mass of ropes and weights hurtling towards the mysterious creature that had entranced Jake with its haunting melody. The impact was like a thunderclap in the silent night, the net enveloping the creature in a cacophony of splashes and thrashes. The water frothed and churned as the siren fought against its restraints, desperate cries echoing across the dark expanse of the sea.

Jake, his heart pounding in his chest, felt a surge of adrenaline as he regained his awareness. His eyes blazed with determination as he took control of the situation, his voice cutting through the chaos with authority, "Pull, boys! Bring it up on deck!"

It was clear that after only a few minutes, their target was tired out, the thrashing and fighting much weaker than before. With one last pull, they were dragged from the water and up to the deck of the ship.

They were more beautiful than Jake ever expected. Those wide eyes seemed to look through Jake, as if seeing something in him that he could not. The iridescent sheen of their skin was mesmerizing, akin to the lustrous glow of a priceless pearl. The scales adorning their tail shimmered in the moonlight, each scale glinting like a precious stone.

Jake kneeled down, tilting his head to the side as he stared deep into the eyes of something he'd never seen before. It blinked once, and then...

You blinked again, staring into the deep amber eyes of Captain Jacob Kiszka.

Chapter 2:

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Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader Roving Blade Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implica

22 with Danny 🥹

Doing each others hair

w/c: 2k

pairing: danny x reader

warnings: showering together but no smut, fluff 🫶🏻

thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ♥️

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The main door of your home opened, sending a jolt of panic through you. You weren’t expecting Danny to be home so soon, and your current state was very much reflective of that. Half of your hair was tied up, and the bottom half was doused in hair dye, although, admittedly, very poorly. You had greatly underestimated the dedication it would take to dye your own hair, and your arms were growing more tired by the second. Plus, it didn’t help that you couldn’t quite see what you were doing. The bleaching was an easy process, it didn’t take long and you still had motivation while you were doing it. Once you rinsed it out and blow dried, the mood shifted. You were hungry, tired, and ready to give up on your mission.

You expected to be finished by the time Danny returned home, but the process was taking longer than anticipated. When his footsteps echoed down the hall, you realized that it might just be easier to ask him to help, rather than to send him away. “Y/n?” He asked, nearing the door to the bathroom.

“In here,” you replied, loud enough so he could hear you over the music playing. “Come in.” You added, awaiting the door opening. After a moment, it did. He peeked his head around to get a look at you before he stepped inside. When he caught sight of the scene, he was met with a one that he certainly wasn’t expecting.

“What uh… what are you doing?” He asked, a smile on his lips and a small laugh following the question.

“Baking a cake.” You rolled your eyes. He chuckled, fully stepping inside.

“You need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You sighed. “My arms are killing me.” You set the brush down inside the bowl of red dye and turned to look at him. He lifted your chin, leaning down to place a kiss to your lips while being cautious about touching the dye. You carefully slipped off your gloves, motioning for him to give you one of his hands. When he did, you put it on him. He gave you his other hand so you could do the same.

He grabbed the brush, dipping it in the dye and positioned himself behind you. He was already aware of the process. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped you out, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You were quite keen on changing your hair up every so often, and in a true boyfriend fashion, Danny was always willing to lend a helping hand. “Red this time?” He asked, slowly applying the colour to your freshly bleached hair.

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while. I thought it would look cool.” You shrugged.

“It will,” he agreed. “I like it already.” You smiled at his statement. He was always so accepting of anything you did, and made sure to cheer you on while you did it. He was the best boyfriend, and there was no arguing that fact. You had already done most of the work; he only needed to touch up the parts closest to your scalp. He worked in almost silence aside from an occasional comment. He finished it up with ease and placed the brush back in the bowl. He gently arranged the dyed portion on top of the towel you had draped across your shoulders. “All done.” He informed you.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to face him. He smiled down at you, just happy to finally get a good look at your face. That was something you loved about him; no matter what you looked like, or how much disarray you were in, he always looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world; like he was so lucky just to be able to be near you.

“Anytime, bug.” He replied, removing the gloves from his hands. Once they were safely on the counter, he grabbed you by the waist and gently guided you into him. He leaned down, giving you a proper kiss. You held him there for a moment, content with the action and realizing how much you’d missed him all day. When you parted, he gazed over your shoulder and looked to the dye that was still left. “What are you gonna do with the rest of it?” You turned, looking quickly at what he was referring to. You pondered, unsure of what you could use it for. You’d overestimated the amount by a little, leaving just enough to make you feel guilty about throwing it away.

An idea sprung to mind, eyes lighting up and a mischievous grin spreading across your cheeks. You turned back to him, letting your gaze fall on the blonde streaks that ran through his mess of dark curls. You reached up, finding a highlight that ran underneath his hair, hidden mostly from initial view. You looked to meet his eyes, just to find him already watching you. “We could match?” He let out a small laugh, already knowing what you were thinking before you said it. “Just an idea.”

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged. “Just one, though.”

“Of course.” You nodded, feeling the excitement bubble within you. He’d never let you do anything to his hair before, but at the same time, you’d never really asked. “You sure?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He assured you. “I think it would be cool. And I’d get to match with you, so that’s even cooler.” You felt a blush dust across your cheeks. Even after years of dating, he still managed to make you blush. Even after so much time, you often still felt the nervousness and giddiness of the crush you had on him all those years ago. You hoisted yourself up on the edge of the countertop with your hands so you could sit. Once you were secure in your position, you guided him towards you.

“Take your shirt off.” You said, grabbing the dish of dye. He did as he was told, throwing it on the floor. Your eyes drifted to his now exposed torso, finding your heart speed in your chest.

“Like what you see?” He teased, a smile still stuck on his lips.

“Always.” You breathed, no tone of joking present. Instead of lingering on the topic, you moved most of his hair around to one shoulder, securing it there with the elastic you had around your wrist. Carefully, you separated one streak of blonde. “You can still back out, you know.”

“I’m okay.” He laughed. “It’s just hair.” You couldn’t argue the point with him, because you always said the same thing. Without any further hesitation, you started applying the colour to his hair, too. It only took a few moments to completely saturate the hair, as it was only a tiny amount. Once you finished, you placed the dish back on the counter once more. You shifted slightly, pulling him into you a little bit further. You wrapped your arms around him, enveloping him in a hug. He looked down, careful as to not disrupt any of the hair that was processing the colour, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “How long do we have to wait?”

“‘Till it’s ready.” You hummed, cheek pressed against his bare chest.

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” He laughed.

“About thirty minutes.” You said, closing your eyes and appreciating the warmth of his body. “How was your day?”

“Less exciting than yours.” He teased, fingers tracing small patterns into your lower back. “Lots of meetings, preparing for the next tour.”

“Don’t remind me,” you mumbled, your grip on him tightening a little bit.

“So you just decided you needed a change?” He asked.

“Yeah, got bored.” You explained, but he was well aware of your constant need to change up your hair. Over the years, it became normal for him to come home to the bathroom in complete disarray with coloured hair dye and towels all over the place. Often times, he ended up having to finish the job for you, but he never once complained. You thought the change kept things exciting, and he was always happy to see you happy. Plus, he’d think you were the most beautiful person in the world, even if you had no hair. He was in love with you no matter what, and proved it further every day that passed.

Minutes went by, filled with small chatter and many stolen kisses. When the time came to rinse the dye out, both of you thought it was easier to hop in the shower together. You stepped in first, the warm water instantly relaxing you. He let you enjoy the warmth for a moment before he helped you wash the colour from your hair. Once the majority was out, he searched for your shampoo and poured some on his hand. “C’mere.” He beckoned you towards him. You did so, allowing him the opportunity to lather the soap throughout your hair. He did it in a much more gentle manner than you would have, and took some extra time to massage your scalp, easing the tension in your head. Once he was satisfied with the amount of bubbles that had formed, he took it upon himself to try to form your hair into a giant spike at the top of your head.

“Stop,” you giggled, trying to push his hands away.

“No, hold on. I almost have it.” He pleaded. You stopped trying to fight it, in no way able to stay annoyed at him when he looked so happy. After a few moments, he managed to get it to stay up somewhat well. “There. It’s perfect.” He said in triumph. He only admired it for a moment before it inevitably fell. He didn’t dwell on the disappointment, wasting no time guiding you back into the water and washing it out for you. The beauty of the bare intimacy without the intent of anything sexual was overwhelming.

Once the shampoo was washed out, he carefully combed some conditioner through the ends of your hair. You stepped out of the way of the shower head, letting it sit for a few minutes. “Your turn.” You said with a smile. He stepped back into the water, wetting his hair and trying to maneuver himself down so you could comfortably reach his head. You did the same thing he’d done for you, leaving out the mohawk bit, and allowed him to wash the soap away. When it came time for the conditioner, you took extra time coating his hair and combing through the knots. Once you finished, he only gave you enough time to rinse your hands off before he was pulling you into a hug.

“I love you,” he hummed, guiding your face up so he could kiss you.

“I love you.” You mumbled against him, eyes closed in bliss. You both sat for a while, caught in an embrace neither of you wanted to break. Eventually, you parted and finished washing yourselves, then stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourselves in towels, finding yourselves gravitating back to each others hold. “Thanks for helping me.” You mumbled, face once again pressed to his chest.

“I’ll always help you, bug. That’s what I’m here for.” He said, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Plus, I got a pretty cool hairstyle out of it, too.” You could feel him smile against you.

“We match.” You added, looking towards the steam streaked mirror. You lifted your hand, picking out the thin lock of red hair from his curls. “When you’re gone on tour, you won’t be able to forget me, now.” He let out a scoff, completely dismissing your comment.

“Like I could ever forget about you.” He pulled you a little bit closer, just to show you he meant what he said. “But, we do look super cool.”

“The coolest.” You agreed. “Everybody will be so jealous.” He laughed at your statement, nodding in agreement.

“I love you so much.” He whispered. “You look absolutely beautiful.” He ran his fingers through the freshly dyed hair.

“I love you,” you smiled. “And I have to admit, you look quite nice, too.” He pulled you into another kiss, both of you completely content by just being in each others arms. You knew that it would always be your happiest place, because you were certain you’d never find anyone else who was so willing to join in on your crazy ideas.

•

god i love danny he’d be such a good bf, always supportive and nice and sweet and i just love him sm :(

Rainy Nights

you know i had to post something for the twins bday!! sorry it’s so short!!! my requests are open

josh kiszka x (f) reader

summary: rainy nights cause for a night time cuddles and sex with your bf.

warnings: minors get away, penetrative sex, oral (m) receiving, sub josh (kinda), fluff, titty sucking.

It was dark outside, the moonlight casted shadows across the wood floors. You sighed to yourself and you put up the folded clothes from earlier in the day. You made your way from your room to the living room. The TV on the wall was the only light in the room. Josh was asleep on the couch in the living room, you could hear him slightly snoring, he was complaining about a slight headache earlier in the day and wanted nothing more than to sleep for a few minutes.

The few minutes turned into a few hours very fast.

You turned on a lamp beside the couch and turned the TV off. You gently tapped his shoulder, two, three, four times. His eyelashes fluttered and his big brown eyes met yours.

“Hi,” he said, his voice raspy with exhaustion. He sat up and stretched, his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were red from the way he was laying.

“Hi, sorry to wake you up but I wanted to see if you wanted to move to the bed.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A few hours,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “You’ll rest better in bed. Are you feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you,” he cast one of his sweet smiles at you, “will you be joining me in the bed?”

“Yes, but I gotta clean up a few more things before I wind down for the evening,”

He nodded and threw the blanket off of him. He stood up, gave you a quick kiss and made his way up the stairs.

You made your way to the kitchen and unloaded the dishes. You put on another load of laundry and once you were satisfied you made your way up the stairs into your shared room. You heard rain as it hit the windows and the roof of your home. You heard the TV as you approached the slightly open door. Josh was laying on his back, shirtless, and gave you an award winning smile.

“I saved you a spot,” he said tossing the covers aside.

“I need to shower first,” you said grabbing your pajamas from the dresser. “Do you hear the rain outside? It’s pouring.”

“Come on baby, just a few minutes? Please just come lay with me?” You turned to look at him, his big brown eyes pleading with you. He completely disregarded your statement about the weather. How could you deny him when was pleading with you so hard.

“Five minutes,” you say dropping your clothes and all but jumping on the bed beside him. He threw the covers over you as you nestled close. He was warm and you wrapped your body around his.

“You’re so cold,” he said, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. You giggled and nestled closer into his side. His hand ran under your shirt and his fingers lightly tapped and drew pictures on your bare skin. Your head rested on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. You both sat silent and paid attention to the movie that was playing.

Eventually, your hands began to travel and explore dipping lower onto his stomach. You heard his breathing hitch and you turned your head to gaze at him.

He brought his lips to yours in a slow gentle kiss. Your arm snaked around his neck. You snipped at each of his lip and then slid your tongue into his mouth, probing deep.

Taking the lead was a new experience for you. But you liked it. With a helpless sigh, you swept your hands down his bare sides and then ran bold touches over his bare shoulders and chest.

“You’re perfect. So beautiful all over.” You kissed his chest, just to the left of his sternum. “Beautiful inside, as well.”

He let out a sigh. “Y/n….”

“Yes?” You asked, making your voice sweet and innocent. You pulled back, looked up at him, his eyes were hungry. You pulled your tshirt over your head and cast it aside on the floor, leaving you in only a pair of panties. His eyes drank in your naked torso as you moved to kiss him again. His hands moved to cup your breasts and you moaned against his mouth as he ran his knuckles across your nipple.

You hooked a leg over him and you sat up, straddling his thighs. As you leaned forward to kiss his neck, he muttered a curse. You trailed your tongue along his collarbone and down the center of his chest. You gave his small, flat nipples playful bites.

He made a strangled sound in his throat. “You’ll kill me.”

You only smiled.

You laid a single fingertip to his lips, then drew it down his chin, then his neck, then his chest. Down, and down . . . Until you found the bulge tenting his boxers and cupped it in your hand. You reached for the waistband on his boxers. He sucked in a breath as you reached into his boxers, freeing his swollen staff. You stroked his hardness up and down then reached lower to cradle and caress the soft, vulnerable sac beneath.

Gripping his length in one hand, you bent your head and drew your tongue across the tip of his cock.

His hips jerked, and he muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t hear.

When you lifted your head, he was staring down at you. Holding eye contact, you lowered your head and licked him again, this time swirling your tongue around the head.

“Fuck,” he whispered

You sat tall. He reached for you, but you caught his hands, lacing your fingers with his. Then you pushed his arms back against the bed, pinning them to the pillows. As you leaned forward to brace him there with your weight, your hair came loose from its loose braid and tumbled around your shoulders.

You moved a few inches, feeling his hardness slide deliciously against your most sensitive places. Then you moved your panties aside and you sank down on him, one inch at a time, until you’d taken him all the way to the hilt.

He groaned and shut his eyes. Setting a slow, smooth rhythm, you rolled your hips, taking his fullness inside you over and over. You kept his arms pinned to the pillows and stared into his eyes.

“You feel so good inside me,” you whispered. “So hard and so deep.”

You felt his cock twitch and pulsate inside you at your words. He began to arch his back, pushing up to meet you halfway with each stroke. Urging you to move faster. As you moved together, your wild hair brushed your nipples and his cheeks.

He brushed your hair aside and lifted his head so slightly and brushed a feather of a kiss to your breast. His tongue came out and he licked and sucked at the erected nipple.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you tell him as he moves to do the same to your other breast.

“Can’t hold back much longer.” He gritted his teeth. “Cum.”

You smiled down at him. “You first.”

You release his pinned arms, lean your weight on your elbows and tangling your fingers in his hair. His hands went to your hips, gripping the fleshy sides in desperate handfuls. He guided you up and down, pushing you to ride him faster, harder. His brow furrowed with effort, and he bared his teeth.

Through it all, your gazes locked and held. His brown eyes penetrated you even more deeply than his cock. Searching, pleading.

He moved his thumb to the inside of your panties to circle your clit in smooth circles. You threw your head back with a gasp as his touch.

“I love you,” you gasped, feeling him swell even larger inside you. “Love you, love you, lov—”

He kissed you, cutting you off. He might have stolen your words, but not the emotion. You could feel the heat of you orgasm begin to build.

With a moan and cry of your name, he let go. He thrust deep, holding your hips in place. You felt a series of frantic spasms as he came inside you.

You shut your eyes and focused on this thumb working your clit. You were so close as you continued to ride him

“Come on baby, cum on my cock for me like a good girl,” he said watching you move against him.

White light shone behind your eyelids and stars danced across your vision as you rode your climax.

When your breathing calmed, you looked down at him again. His cheeks were red, his hair messier than before, and his chest slightly sweaty. He looked absolutely fucked out, and you couldn’t imagine you looked any different.

You bent down to kiss him again with a giggle. His cock was soft inside you and you moved off of him. Before you could make your way to the bathroom, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

“I’m not done with you yet, he said with a grin. You couldn’t help but want to grant all of his wishes and happily climbed back in the bed beside him.

For the Fans

The one where Danny has an Only Fans...

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, this is porn with very little plot, Explicit Sex, Male Masturbation, Sex Toys including Anal Play, Edging , Cum Play

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

Danny wandered into his office, guitars and mixing equipment on one side, a blank wall with some nondescript plants and background decorations on the other. There, he opened the closet, pulling out a ring light. As he made sure his tripod was sturdy the pesky ache started to become unbearable low in his stomach. Finding himself back at the closet he kneeled down, opening the bottom shelf of an organizer. Inside there was a plethora of toys, a colorful array of plugs, dildos, vibrators, and strokers lay waiting to be used. He picked a few of his favorites, things that he knew would get him off quickly and easily.

He set his choices down on the small side table within reach of his chair. Danny picked up his phone, setting the camera to video, and setting it in the holder on the ring light. Before settling in he dimmed the lighting in the room, turning his string lights on that he hung. Once everything was in place to film his video he sat back down in his chair, he was eager. The need to get off infiltrated almost every thought he had today, but he knew he should wait so he could film it for his fans.

Danny never thought he'd make and post on OnlyFans, but one of his friends talked him into making an account one drunken night after seeing just how much money he was making.

“Dude, you should do it! First, you're hot as fuck! Second, think of all the money you'd make man. You already have a fanbase, I know they're dying to see your cock. They'd pay good money for it!”

“I mean.. maybe.”

“You jerk off right?”

“Of course.”

“Then why not film it and make some cash?”

He set up the account, picking a gorgeous profile picture from the many photos he had on his phone, and queued up a draft to save to his Instagram for when he was ready to announce the new content he had to offer.

Now, Danny leaned forward, pressing the record button on his phone. He smiled, flashing his perfect white teeth,” Hi sweetheart.”

He reached behind his head grabbing onto the collar of his cut up t-shirt, pulling it up over his head showing off his muscular arms. When he looked back at the camera his hair was fluffed, his eyes droopy, his arousal already evident. He was needy. Danny closed his eyes, and dipped his head back, his hands trailing down his chest, down his stomach, over the fabric of his joggers. He palmed himself through his pants making more blood flow to his large appendage. Once he was at least half hard and beginning to tent his sweatpants, he gripped his length. The fabric taut around the head of his cock, giving his fans a teasing look at what he had concealed under his pants. Slowly his fingers dipped into his waistband, pulling them down, unveiling his pretty pink cock as it slapped against his tummy, leaving a sticky string of precum linking his abdomen with his flushed head.

A soft groan left his lips as his long fingers wrapped around his length once more, now without any layers in between. His gaze flicked back and forth between the camera and watching the motions of his own hand, letting a string of saliva drip down onto his tip and slowly beginning to stroke himself.

“Fuck.” He muttered as his fist tightened over his sensitive head.

Once he felt he had built enough anticipation he let his cock rest against his tummy while he dribbled a bit of lube onto his fingers and spread it around with his thumb. He propped one foot up on his chair, spreading his legs wider both for better access and a better view. He let his tongue poke out of his mouth as that hand trailed down his body, cock twitching as he just barely brushed against it on his journey lower. He gave his balls a gentle squeeze before dipping his thumb lower, stroking over the sensitive skin on the path to his entrance. His thumb made a few slow circles, hole fluttering at the barely-there, not-nearly-enough touch. He let just the tip of the appendage dip inside, letting out a soft sigh.

After a few moments his slick fingers replaced his thumb tracing over his opening, slowly easing the middle one inside. His free hand fisted his length, softly stroking while he adjusted to the feeling. That finger worked in and out a few times before his ring finger slipped in alongside it. His eyes were dark as he looked into the camera, shaky breaths escaping as he stretched himself. “Shit.” He whined out when his thumb swiped over his leaking tip, spreading the bead of precum that had just formed down his aching cock.

He tossed his head back, moving his messy curls off his face without a free hand. He allowed himself to adjust for a little longer this time, feeling this stretch just the tiniest bit more than the first. When he felt ready, his pointer finger slowly joined the other two making him groan at the slight sting. He let another bead of spit drop down between his legs, speeding the pace of his fist working over his cock just a little. Danny tried fighting the fluttering of his eyes, but he relented, the pleasure coursing through his veins too strong. Once he felt relaxed enough he reached his hand that wasn't currently inside himself over to the table that was holding his toys. He grabbed the moderately sized purple plug. He located the on button, pressing and holding it until it chirped a short vibration. He brought it down between his legs, slowly retracting each of his fingers before pushing the toy in. Once it was nestled inside of him he glanced up at the camera, taking a moment to appreciate just how stunning he looked like this. His silver polished fingers wrapped around his hot hard length again, giving himself a few strokes before activating the toy.

He clicks the vibration on, clicking it up 3 more times, making himself clench subsequently increasing his pleasure.

Staring at the screen he smirked,” I told you. If I could watch myself I would.”

Danny's fist begins a slow rhythm, the slick wet sounds of lube echoing in the room. He hoped the camera was catching the sound. Pleasure tingles down his spine, and his legs twitch. Huffing he lets go of his cock, reaching down and turning the intensity of his toy up. His eyes roll as he starts rocking his hips, gripping himself in his slick hand he squeezes his base, an ample amount of precum oozing out of his slit, dripping down onto his stomach.

“You were wondering if I made a mess, weren't you?”

His fingers reach down, scooping up the sticky substance before stroking himself with it. His hand picks up speed yet again, moans freely slipping from his lips.

“Fuck it feels good.”

He turns the vibrations on the toy down a couple notches, wanting to draw it out as long as he can. It’s turning him on immensely that there’s a camera recording his every move and even more so knowing that before long, everyone’s going to be watching and obsessing over him. The confidence boost he gets from reading the thirsty comments people make about him on the internet is incredible, knowing they’re looking at him, thinking about him, fantasizing about him.

He works himself to the very edge, not holding back any of the sounds tearing their way from his chest, cock pulsing wildly as his hand lets go and travels downward to turn the vibrations off while his body calms. “I bet you wanted to watch me cum already, didn’t you?” He chuckles, his stare focused on the camera. “Not yet. I’m just getting started.”

Once he feels confident he can touch himself again without losing control, he brings the toy buried inside him to life once more, the sensation sending a shiver through his whole body. A shaky moan passes through his lips as he leans forward slightly, hand reaching to the side table for the stroker he’d laid aside earlier. He flips the cap on the bottle of lube again, squirting a couple drops on the inside of the toy before dribbling a bit more onto his throbbing length. He fights to keep his eyes from rolling as the slicked up toy sucks him in while his entire body feels the effects of the vibrating plug pressed firmly against his prostate.

“Fuck. ‘M so hard…” he whines, fist working the stroker up and down while his hips buck up into it. His free hand trails up his body to his chest, teasing both nipples making him gasp. “God damn, that’s good.”

He furiously chases that high for the second time, moans and whimpers becoming whinier and needier as the white hot pleasure builds up inside of him. Just when he feels like he could topple over the edge and crash headfirst into his orgasm, his hand comes to a stop yet again with the silicone toy still wrapped around him and he clenches his jaw, fighting against the delicious vibrations coursing through him in effort to hold himself back.

Finding his composure again, he turns the toy back up a couple notches, eyes fluttering in euphoria. His hand reaches out to the side table again, finding the final toy he’d selected from his arsenal- his favorite vibrator.

It's a small unassuming bullet vibe, but it feels so good. Danny drips more lube on his cock, his hips still writhing from the vibrations abusing his special spot. Slicking it over his hard length he takes notice how red and flushed it is, being denied relief a few times now, but he's aware it's well worth the wait. His primal instincts gnawing at him to grip himself tight and furiously jerk off until he busts, but he has fans to impress. Wiping the slick off of his non dominant hand, he then reached for his phone off the holder. Propping it on his stomach it's now recording from his point of view. His hips flex into nothing watching himself bob in the air, occasionally twitching, begging for stimulation. He clicks the vibe on and begins running it softly over his length, his cock pulses as he teases himself running it up his length until it rests at his slit. His breath shudders as he teases his leaking slit with the vibrator. He twitches wildly, feeling his balls tightening. They're so full and swollen, he's so ready to cum. Cupping the vibrator into his palm he presses it against the sensitive underside of his cock. The tip of the bullet pressing directly against the sweet spot directly underneath the head of his cock. He whimpers, feeling the burning in his stomach amplify. He wraps his painted fingers around his cock squeezing himself so tight as moans escape his mouth.

“Oh-oh! Fuuuck. I'm gonna- mm I'm cumming, fuck I'm cumming.”

He pulses wildly in his hand, his large appendage flexing with every spurt that streams down his length like a white river.

He drops the vibrator, letting it slip from his palm, and his hand continues to jerk himself, milking every last drop of his orgasm. A few dribbles slip from his slit as his hand works himself. Danny pants heavily, admiring the puddle of his cum that rests in the hair at his base. While his cock begins to soften he runs his fingers through his warm mess, streaking it up his happy trail. He brings his camera forward, raising his hand slightly, the image of his cum dripping off his silver nails in view.

He continues recording as his breathing calms down, letting his phone capture his cock twitching while it softens. Finally he stops recording, reaching down and turning off his plug. He leans over, grabbing the hand towel, he wipes his mess and then carefully removes his toy.

After cleaning himself and his sex toys he sits back down on the chair in his office, completely naked. Danny opens Instagram on his phone, clicking over to his drafts, he does a final once over before releasing it into the world. Hitting 'post' he smirks, the world was about to see it. The post in question? Danny took a picture of himself earlier, it's a picture of his lap with his cock hard and straining in his pant leg. His caption is simple,

danielrwagner: 🫦 danny-swagner//onlyfans.com

Whatever you do, don't think about the fact that their love language is physical touch.

Josh with cheese

this art has a funny backstory and caused someone to unfollow me and kick me out of an art competition LOL

Honey

Josh Kiszka X fem Reader

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: Ball gag, handcuffs, oral (m/rec), overstimulation if you squint, I think thats it, this is mostly fluff.

He was so beautiful like this. All the time really, but especially like this. Only you got to see him like this, and you loved it.

You had known when he came home and instantly was on you. Needy, some days your baby was needy, clingy, and touch starved.

When he got like this, 9 times out of 10 he wanted to be used, and then treasured. You were always more than happy to give that to him.

So here you were, his hard cock in your mouth as you bobbed your head. His hands were in cuffs in front of him, per his request so he could still touch you. His fingers desperately tangled in your hair as they followed your movements. He knew he was under no circumstances to apply any pressure, he was lucky he could touch you at all.

You could hear the muffled whines and grunts coming from his mouth. You pulled off of him with a pop and looked up to him. You couldn't hide your smug grin as you played your fingers over his abdomen.

"Even with that ball gag in I can still hear all your pretty little noises baby" You said as you leaned forward, swiping the drool leaking down his chin and placing your hand back on his cock, slicking it further. You peppered kisses over his jaw, smiling against his skin as he craned his neck.

"Mhmm" He hummed, mumbling something after. You weren't certain on the exact words, but you made out 'please' and 'cum'.

"I know Josh, I'm gonna make you cum baby" You moved back down, settling between his legs, "Suck it slow and deep just how you like, let you cum down my throat, hows that?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before descending back down onto him, taking him down your throat.

His response was a moan followed by praises mumbled around the rubber in his mouth as he bucked his hips into you. You let this slide, knowing how bad he wanted it.

You bobbed your head, his tip nudging the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, flattening your tongue and taking him as deeply as you could. His grip on your hair tightened, his eyes rolling back as his cock twitched against your tongue. You swallowed his release down, relishing the taste and the warmth.

You removed your mouth, licking softly at his head as a few more drops appeared. He squirmed under you, huffing a laugh and grabbing your face gently to prompt you to stop.

"Alright, alright" You giggled as you crawled up his body and felt him relax. You unclasped the ball gag, carefully removing it from his mouth. You kissed his jaw, massaging it gently as he closed his mouth. His half-lidded eyes looked at you as you pulled away.

He was clearly worn out. You had been edging him for a while before letting him finally cum. That lazy smile graced his lips as he watched you move to undo the handcuffs.

"How are you?" You asked, tossing the handcuffs to the ground and rubbing his wrists.

"Good" he said softly, taking his hands from your grip and pulling you down to him. "Thank you love"

He shifted with you on the mattress, you on your back and him snuggling into your side, his head on your chest. He draped his arm over your middle and his leg over yours, placing innocent loving kisses onto the round of your breast.

As much as you loved reducing Joshua to a mess, this was your favorite part most days. Getting to spoil him after. He didn't let it happen often, he was usually spoiling you. You savored these moments where you got to just shower him with attention and love.

His chest vibrated against you as he let out a content hum. You smiled to yourself as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. Your fingers danced up and down his arm as the other gently scratched at his scalp. He loved when you played with his hair, he told you every time you did it almost.

You knew if he wanted to, he could fall asleep right now, but you weren't ready for the night to end. You wanted to treasure him some more.

"Have you gotten to shower since you got home?" You spoke barely above a whisper,

"Why? Do I smell?" He turned his head and smelled his armpit,

"No" You laughed as you looked down to him, holding him a little tighter, "I just thought you might want to take a bath together?"

"That sounds nice actually," He sat up slowly, propping himself on his elbows, "Can we use one of those bath explosion things"

"A bath bomb?" You giggled, he nodded with a grin "Yes we can, I'll go get it running."

You climbed off the bed, heading into the bathroom leaving Josh sprawled out on the bed. You didn't need to turn around to know he was watching your naked form walk across the room.

You turned on the water, getting it the right temperature and plugging the drain to let it begin to fill. You opened the little basket where you kept your assortment of bath bombs. You pulled out 2,

"Vanilla or eucalyptus?" You asked as you padded back into the bedroom, walking over to the bed. Josh sat up on the edge and you held out each option for him to smell.

"This one, eucalyptus" he said after some consideration. You turned to head back to the bathroom but he stopped you, hand on your wrist as he pulled you back to standing between his legs. One hand landed on your hip and the other grabbed your chin gently, tilting your face down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss.

"What was that for?" you asked as you pulled away

"For always taking care of me" He said, thumb rubbing slow circles over your hip bone.

"It's not a big deal, I like spoiling you" you replied, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom

"It's a big deal to me, y/n." He turned you towards him, making you realize how serious he was, "I know that no matter what kind of day I have, I have you to come home to, and that makes every day a little easier."

You felt your heart melt

"I know you will always know what I need, even when I don't, and I love you for it" he finished, kissing your forehead.

"Would you stop it before you make me cry" You shoved his chest playfully, causing him to crinkle his nose when he laughed,

"Alright, I'll stop for now, I just hope you know how appreciated you are" He said, finally stepping into the tub, motioning with his eyes that he wanted you behind him.

"I know babe, you always find ways to remind me" You sunk into the water behind him, placing a leg on either side of his body and kissing his shoulder. "And I love you too"

He ran his hands up and down your legs as he got comfortable, the warm water causing his cheeks to blush ever so slightly.

"Will you wash my hair? It always feels so nice when you do it," he leaned back against you, turning his head to look at you as he spoke,

"Of course I will," little did he know that was on your favorite things too. He kissed your neck before slowly sitting up, careful not to splash the water from the tub. He handed you his shampoo and conditioner bottles.

You loved the scent of his hair products, they were some organic expensive brand. You went through the motions of washing his hair, taking your time to massage his scalp, a moan slipping past his lips,

"I think you might like this more than what just happened in the bedroom" You teased, causing him to turn and give you a shy smile, "Tilt your head back"

He handed you the showerhead and tilted his head. You carefully washed out the shampoo, being careful not to get any in his eyes. You went through the same steps with the conditioner. Once you had finished Josh once again leaned back against you, taking your arms and loosely wrapping them around his middle as he relaxed into you. The two of you sat in comfortable silence until the water had started to get cold,

"What do you want to do after this?" you paused as you thought, "Movie? Book? Right to sleep?"

"I'm not too tired yet surprisingly, movie sounds good" he replied, "Will you make me one of those mug cake things I like?"

"The chocolate one or the one with blueberries?" you asked, making sure you knew which one he wanted.

"The blueberry one, with the honey on top" he glanced to you, those puppy dog eyes making an appearance. It wasn't intentional on his part, he was genuinely asking if you'd do this for him.

"Sure, I'll go work on it while you do your post shower hair regimen" You poked fun at him as you raised from the water. You liked to tease that he had more hair products than you.

"Oh don't start" He said with a roll of his eyes as he swatted at your ass. You dodged it as you grabbed your towel, drying off and then handing a towel to Josh.

You left him in the bathroom, slipping on a pair of cotton sleeping shorts and a big t-shirt. You had started to head to the kitchen when he poked his head out of the bathroom, a towel situated low on his hips.

"Whats this?" he asked, you walked over to see what he had.

"Oh, thats a new face mask I got, I haven't tried it yet,"

he opened it and sniffed it,

"Do you want to try it?" You asked, knowing he probably wouldn't just openly ask.

"How do I-" He started dipping his finger in it.

"Here, come on" you giggled as you walked him back into the bathroom. You grabbed the little rubber spatula from the cabinet.

You climbed up onto the sink, sitting and bringing Josh to stand between your legs. You brushed some of the damp curls from his face, dipping the spatula in the mask and starting to gently spread it on his face. His eyes traveled your face, like he was taking it in for the first time. You used to cower under his stare, but had gotten to him admiring you, he did it often.

"You're really getting the full spa experience today aren't you Joshy" you said as you covered the last bit of skin,

A toothy grin spread on his face, revealing that adorable little tooth gap.

"Here," He said, taking the tub and spatula, "Can't leave you out"

He started applying it to your face. You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek, concentrating as he did it. You couldn't stop the smile that took over your face,

"What?" He giggled,

"You, you're just cute" You admitted, he rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went back to his task. After a few minutes he stepped back and admired his work,

"There," He said, "How long do we leave it on?"

"Like 15 minutes," you looked at the directions on the tub, "Just do your hair routine and then you can wash it off with warm water" you hopped off the counter, "I'll go make the mug cakes." he nodded and stepped to the side to let you exit the bathroom.

You were working in the kitchen mixing the ingredients in your and Josh's mugs, taking a minute to rinse your face off in the sink when the mask needed to come off.

You were sprinkling the blueberries in Josh's mug when you saw him come around the corner. You smiled when you realized he was wearing one of your hoodies, boxer briefs on his bottom half.

"Thief" you said playfully as he came up behind you, looking over your shoulder to watch you finish mixing. He smiled, kissing your cheek, his curls tickling your face. You reached your hand up and caressed his cheek, noticing how soft it was.

"Are they almost ready?" he rested his chin on your shoulder,

"Yup, just gotta put them in the microwave" You shifted to do so, and he stepped with you, not wanting to let you go. "Can you get the honey?"

"I've got my honey" He said attacking you with kisses, you bubbled with laughter, head falling back against him,

"That was sooo cheesy Joshua" You shook your head, trying to squirm away from him "Just get the honey" He grinned at your reaction and obliged, walking over to the pantry.

He brought it over, putting some on top of his cake when it got out of the microwave. He grabbed spoons for the both of you and handed you one when you took your cake out of the microwave this time.

"Thank you, baby" He said as he walked over and kissed your temple.

"Mhmm" You hummed as you licked some of the honey from your spoon. You gave him a mischievous grin and he quirked a brow at you, "First one back to the bed gets to choose the movie" You rushed out before taking off to run back to the bedroom. Josh cackled a laugh as he ran after you,

"Thats not fair you got a head start!"

You did indeed make it to the bed first, Josh right behind you. You ended up picking a movie you knew he liked anyways. It didn't really matter what was on the tv anyways. The two of you cuddled into the bed, eating your mug cakes and talking each other's days, not really paying attention to the movie at all.