You Heard It Here Folks

anyone else just think that brothers??

or just me?

I support blasting the dash with wang

what if this was the year that i started posting porn like no warning no buildup just unapologetically blasting ur dash with wang

Petrichor.

The late nights were always your favorite.

Spending your time in the garden, huddled around the firepit, talking about anything and everything.

He had pulled his hair into a low bun as he watched the flames, Rose laying quietly at his feet.

You couldn’t help but to look at him, as the bright orange illuminated his face so beautifully - every freckle, every dimple, dip, and edge, as perfect as could be.

He was composed of stardust, filled with the hope of the world. You had always been told that you’d know when you had found the one, but in this moment, it truly hit you.

His eyes met yours, and he smiled. Damn, that smile.

He glowed as brightly as the sun itself, dimmed only by the moonlight that danced across the sky.

He was a kaleidoscope of wonders, somehow finding a way to chase away each and every one of your fears. You had never felt so exhilarated, yet so safe.

His voice was soft when he finally spoke once more.

“You know I love you, right?” he hummed, leaning forwards ever so slightly.

“Each and every day, my love for you only grows.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as he patted his hand onto the seat next to him, beckoning for you.

You obliged quickly, seating yourself by his side.

The tour had been long, and strenuous, but he was finally home, and all yours.

The rain that had fallen that day had soaked into the ground, littering the leaves with a soft glow. Each time the flames blew in their direction, they would be illuminated like fireflies, reflections dancing across the grass.

He leaned back in his seat, raising his hands behind his head. You mimicked him, following his eyes threw the stars that adorned the sky.

In this moment, it felt as if nothing mattered, as if the world could end right now, and you wouldn’t even notice.

He had brought an unexpected peace into your life, a softness that you had come to love.

You had never thought that you’d end up here, with him sat by your side.

Growing up had been a long journey - watching him struggle with his ideas of the future, whether he’d follow music, or something else.

You had supported him thoroughly, regardless of what decision he would finally come to.

In all honesty, you were ecstatic when he had chosen to follow his brothers. It was beautiful to watch him play - the way that his hands would move so effortlessly, pulling calculated sounds from the strings that lay in his hands.

He was much more than just a musician - he had a way of commanding an instrument in a way that you had never seen before, a certain mannerism about him that dripped with confidence.

You remembered when he left for the first tour - promising to call each and every night. You would watch his eyes slowly fall closed whenever he would call you after a show, clearly doing his best to remain awake for you.

It was endearing, how hard he had tried to remind you that he was there, that he was thinking about you.

Him finally coming home was your favorite part of it all - being able to wrap your arms around him and keep him there, the two of you in a world of your own.

Turning to face him once more, you noticed that he was once again watching the flames bounce across the coals, as if performing a show, intertwining with each other, before separating once more.

“What’re you thinking about?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.

“The future” he replied, not looking up.

“The future?” you questioned.

“The future. The people of the past built with mud, and straw, and they fell. The Romans built with stone, and gold, and they still fell. What do I build with?” he postulated.

“What do you build with?” you whispered.

“What do I build with?”

You sat back once more, pulling your knees to your chest, as you thought for a moment.

“You build with words. You build with music. You build with a love that can’t be lost. You build with the essence of the summer breeze, and the winter chill. You build with a fervent passion, and an unwavering understanding.

You do not build with mud. You do not build with stone. You build with something that cannot be held. You build with something that cannot be knocked, or trodden on. You build with something that can only remain. You build with hope, and love, and passion.

You build a world that is worth living in - a structure that cannot be destroyed, or broken down. You build with a purpose, that is something that can’t be said for those men of the past.

And you’re not them, Sam. You’re something different altogether. The songbirds sing for you, the fish school together for you, and the breeze pulls the leaves from the trees only for you.”

As you finished your thoughts, he finally turned to look at you, standing up from his seat. Before you had the chance to speak once more, you felt him pressed against the back of your seat, his knees placed gently into the dirt, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

You could feel the smile on his face as he pressed his lips to your cheek, before burying his face into your shoulder.

“How do you always know what to say?” he asked, his voice muffled as Rose stood up, jumping into your lap without a care in the world.

“I blame you - you have brought me more joy than I could possibly express, all that I can ask for is that I can give you back even half of that back”

“I love you more than words can say” he finally replied after a moment of silence.

You hummed in response, turning to plant a soft kiss on his head.

I'm going to think about this forever now 🫣

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: This is just a little blurb that plagued my mind this afternoon. It’s nothing crazy, not super detailed or edited, but I had to get it out there.

Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - 18+ Minors DNI! (oral sex m!receiving)

You knock lightly on the dressing room door with your knuckles and wait for his voice from the otherside before cracking it open. He’s dressed in a silken robe with his initials stitched to the breast pocket. He’s seated in front of the large vanity, fixing and teasing at his curls.

“Hey,” you chime, peering into the quiet room. 

He turns in his chair, greeting you with a sweet smile.“Hello, beautiful.”

You close the door behind you and walk over to him. You can’t hide your excitement even though you had seen each other hours before. “Speak for yourself.”

He had already had his makeup done. Silvery, eyeshadow glimmered across his lids with iridescent rhinestones carefully placed along his high cheekbones. 

You stand before him, allowing him to hold you close by the hips. He can’t hide the bashful smile.“What are you doing back here? You’re supposed to be in your seat, young lady.”

“How do you expect me to listen to the opener when I know you’re back here.”

“Just couldn’t resist me, huh?”

You break away from his grasp, walking toward the rolling rack of outfits that had been wheeled in here. You flip through them, all ones you recognize, feeling the different fabrics of each one until you come across one in particular. The sheer white one that’s adorned with patterns of rhinestones. While gorgeous on its own, it’s completely see through, meant only as a layer over his other jumpsuits. “This one is my favorite.”

He chuckles, stepping closer to you.“That’s just a cover-up, love.”

“Exactly.” You lift the hanger off the pole, freeing it from the rack. Once in your hands, the weight of it surprises you despite the material it's made from.  “You should try it on for me.”

He hesitates for a second before taking it from you. He’s clearly surprised by your request, causing his brows to pull together as he scoffs, “Right now? You’ve already seen this one on me.”

“Yeah, but I need a refresher,” you insist, wiggling your brows at him.  

He drapes the cover-up over his arm and starts flipping through the other jumpsuits until you stop him. “No. Only this.”

You stand back, watching as he shrugs off his embroidered silk robe. You’ve seen him naked countless times, but you’ll never grow tired of it. Fully in the nude, he carefully pulls down the tiny zipper and starts slipping on your outfit of choice one foot at a time. 

He stands before the full length mirror to adjust, pinching and pulling until it settles just right on his lean form. 

Just like you predicted, the jumpsuit seems to melt seamlessly with his skin, making it look as though his entire body glitters and sparkles with precious jewels. Tailored with expert precision, it clings and drapes perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination.  

You come into view of the mirror and bring yourself close to him. Holding him by the waist as you hook your chin over his shoulder. You breathe in his rich scent, crisp and clean with the undertones of a subtle cologne. The deep v-shaped neckline of the suit allows him to layer his necklaces, drawing your eyes down the center of his chest. You can see everything — his hardening nipples, the contours of his stomach and hips, and ultimately his soft cock on full display. 

He barks out a throaty laugh, amused by the sight of himself. “Can you imagine if I walked out like this?”

You giggle, knowing full well that there are many women that would give anything to see him like this. 

He might as well be completely naked.

“Would be quite hedonistic of me.” He can’t hold back a giggle of his own as he tries different poses as. “So risqué. So scandalous.” 

“So perfect,” you coo against his decorated ear as you run your hands down the length of his arms. You hold him by his waist, guiding yourself flush against his back. Your soft whine is nestled into his flesh. “What do they call you again? Ethereal?”

Within seconds, his playful smile drops and his mouth falls open. He’s fixating on your moving hands, watching as they roam over his body with the faintest of touches. Seeing his cock twitch and harden with such little restraint is proving to be the best reward you could’ve asked for.

You kiss along his jawline, nipping at the thin skin but making sure not to leave a mark. “Don’t be shy, baby. You love when they call you beautiful.” 

He hums in response, perhaps to hide the blush creeping across his jeweled cheeks. You meet his lustful gaze in the mirror and sigh, “Look at you.” 

You run your fingertips down the hidden track of his front zipper until you’re met with the base of his cock. He groans from the touch, “Oh, fuck.” 

The sensation of your fingers brushing over the thin fabric is new — providing enough of a barrier to make him ache for more. You trace along his growing length, circling around the head that’s now pressed against his thigh. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhmm. I need more,” he begs as his hips buck forward to chase the feeling. 

You step in front of him and slowly drop to your knees. Looking up at him, you’re met with that desperate expression. He’s trying his best to hold his restraint. You skim your lips up and down his barely-covered cock, forcing the heat of your breath through the jumpsuit. 

“You’re fucking killing me,” he breathes. You can hear the smile through the words and picture that expression on his face that he proudly wears on stage.

You drag your tongue over him, wetting the delicate material in your path. He’s throbbing wildly, aching for release. With a teasing blow of air, you cause a violent shudder to roll through his body and a string of curses to leave his mouth. His hand grips yours that’s wrapped around his waist while the other rests on the crown of your head. 

“You’re so pretty, Josh,” you praise, kissing everywhere your lips can reach. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“Please, baby. I need to feel your mouth.” He takes the initiative, tugging at the small zipper. You sit back on your heels, watching his rush to free himself.

“Feeling needy?” You taunt as you replace his hand by wrapping your fingers around the base of him. Knowing you’re about to take him into your mouth while he wears one of his stage outfits makes your own desire build between your thighs. 

“Please, please. I need it.” A broken whimper breaks free from his throat. You know him enough to tell that he’s close, fighting the urge to cum within seconds. It could be the risk of getting caught, or knowing he would have to wait hours to have you again, but he can’t sit still, half thrusting and shaking at your tongue spoils him. 

The memory of him gliding across your flattened tongue will live in your mind while he struts around on that stage in less than an hour. His scent, the feel of his velvet-soft skin, the way he grips you as he gets close to cumming will be the only things you can think about. You want him to think about you too. You want him to struggle not getting hard remembering how your mouth felt on him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, taping your hand on his hip and gripping your hair. He huffs out to warn you. “I’m gonna cum.”

You take the cue, burying him deep to the back of your throat. He falls apart within seconds. You swallow him down, making sure to lick him clean.

“I was not expecting that. Holy shit,” he laughs breathlessly. Shined with your spit, he tucks his softening cock back in the see-through jumpsuit. He offers his hands and helps you stand to your feet.

“Just wanted to give you something to think about,” you tease, dabbing the slight sheen of sweat that’s collected across his brow. 

His fucked-out smile is beaming with the orgasmic euphoria. He hums, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. “You, my sweet. Are an evil, treacherous woman.”

Hands to Yourself

Danny Wagner x Reader

Subby bitchy Danny cuz i really want to slap this man around

words: 1098

tags: smut 18+!!!, oral (f!rec), masturbation, dom!reader, sub!danny, a bit of degradation, face slapping, hair pulling, coming untouched

It wasn’t often you had Danny in this position, on his knees, eyes gazing upwards, his hard cock throbbing against the confines of his boxers. Danny never liked to be submissive. It took you a long time to convince him to let you take control, and even now he tries to fight back. You know he secretly loves being your little bitch, though.

So there he was, on his knees below you, his hands at his sides. You’ve already stripped down to your underwear, and you glare down at him. He’s been mouthy all day, demanding you around, hovering over your shoulder to make sure you do each task right. You’re fed up with it.

“You’re gonna be a good little boy and do exactly as I say? Right?” Danny was silent, his gaze averted. You grab his chin tight, and turn his face towards you, he grunted. “Answer me.” his dark eyebrows furrowed, “Y-yes ma’am…” You smirked, tapping his cheek, “Good boy.” You slowly pull down your panties, making it a show for him. You practically see his mouth water as you reveal yourself to him, and his fingers twitch. “You’re going to please me with your tongue and only your tongue. You better keep your hands to yourself. If you behave you’ll get a reward.” You glance down at his throbbing erection. Danny shifts under your gaze. “Sit still. Get to work.”

Danny bites his lip and leans in, his tongue sliding through your wet folds. You sigh and your hands find his hair, gently grabbing the curls, “Mmm that’s it… put that pretty mouth to good use…” The tip of Danny’s tongue swirls teasingly over your clit, his fierce eyes looking up at you through his pretty lashes. “You can do better than that, baby boy. Make up for all the shit you’ve been giving me recently.” Danny groans, and he flattens his tongue over you and shakes his head from side to side. You groan and move your hips against his mouth. He slides his tongue past your wet entrance, the tip of his nose rubbing your clit. You grip his hair, “Fuck yeah- that’s a good boy-“

Suddenly you feel hands on your ass, and you pull him back by the hair, “What the fuck did I say about your hands?” Danny hisses through his teeth. “You will answer when asked a question.” Danny grits his teeth, “You told me to keep my hands to myself…” You nod, “That’s right, and you didn’t listen. I’ll give you mercy this time, but if it happens again you'll be punished. Got it?” Danny nods, “Yeah…” You tug his hair, “Try that again.” He winces, and nods, “Y-yes ma’am…” You smirk and pull him closer, “Go on, get back to work.” Danny groans and buries his face between your legs again, sucking and licking. You sigh and arch your head back. He latches himself onto your clit, sucking loudly. “Fuuuuck yeah baby…” Danny’s eyes close as he devours you.

Of course Danny wants to cum, but he could do this for hours without being touched and be completely content. You’re pulled out of your haze of pleasure when his hands are on you again, grabbing your thighs. You groan and push him back, “You just don’t know how to fucking listen, do you?” Danny growls at you, “God dammit just let me fucking touch you!” Your eye twitches, and you turn away from him. His eyes widen, “W-wait no baby- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean it-! You’re just so sexy and you taste so good- please don’t-“ “Shut up.” You snap. You walk to the bed, and sit down, legs spread wide. He looks up at you from his position on his knees, wondering where you’re taking this. You beckon him with a finger, “Closer.” He scoots closer to you, looking absolutely pathetic on his knees.

You bring your fingers down to your clit, rubbing softly, “This is your punishment. You’re going to sit there and watch me cum. If you touch me one more fucking time you can forget about cumming.” Danny lets out an almost inaudible whimper as he stares at your hand working yourself. You stare down at his poor neglected cock, absolutely nothing left to the imagination with the way it’s straining against his boxers. You slip two fingers inside yourself, curling them as you rub the heel of your palm against your clit. Danny squirms, clearly trying to get friction. “Sit still.” You demand, and he obeys, looking like a kicked puppy. “You keep disobeying me, it’s almost like you don’t want to cum.” Danny shakes his head. “Oh? You do want to cum? Then start behaving like you do.”

You moan as a particular curve of your fingers sends a shockwave through your body, “Mmnh I’m close… you gonna be a good boy and watch? Watch me make myself cum because you can’t obey me?” Danny swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Yes ma’am…” He says in a small voice. Your fingers pick up the pace, chasing the orgasm that’s rapidly approaching. “Oh fuck- I’m cumming-“ You gasp out a moan and feel yourself clench around your fingers. Danny whimpers, and you almost missed it. You ride out your orgasm, and once again, you feel a pair of hands on you. You pull your hand away from yourself and slap Danny across the face. The sound he makes is something you’ve never heard him make before. He chokes out the most pitiful whine. You look down at him, his eyes are wide and his cheek is red. There’s a moment of silence, before he chokes out, “Fucking do that again…” Your eyes widen, “Yeah? You liked that? You liked when I slapped your bitch face?” Danny nods.

You grin, and land another blow to his other cheek. His voice cracks as he moans, and his body suddenly jerks. You watch as his cock throbs and pulses in his boxers, and a dark spot suddenly forms. Your eyes widen, “Did you just…?” Danny looks mortified as he looks up at you, “U-uhm-“ You let out a breathless chuckle, “Oh baby… fuck that was sexy.” Danny pants as he comes down from his sudden orgasm, “I’m sorry…” He says in a meek voice. You shake your head and get on your knees in front of him, holding his face and kissing him, “No no… you did good baby… that was so fucking hot.” Danny exhales shakily, “T-thank you… can we cuddle?” He asks softly. You giggle and kiss his cheeks, “Of course baby…”

I couldn't resist

This is so vamp!Josh coded 😩

Sanguine Osculum

Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.

CHAPTER 2

Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.

Daniel looked just as concerned to see you as he did the first time. Sam assured you that’s just how Danny always looks, and that he’s “just a nervous fellow sometimes,” and it made you feel a little better about surprising him like this. He was nice, though, and after he relaxed, the two of you got along well.

He told you more about his life before this. How he grew up alongside the Kiszka family, and was pretty much one of the family. Like a brother, is how Sam had put it. Just like Sam, he was vague on why or how they were turned, but spoke of it in the same negative way as Sam had.

“Sometimes I wish our family had been turned with us, but other times I’m glad they don’t have to live like us,” He said, his gaze lowered, “I, uh, had a sister. Sam and the twins did too.”

They left it at that, not wanting to drag out old memories they’d spent years burying. The topic soon switched to yourself, your family, and what was going on in the world. They hadn’t had a proper visitor in at least 10 years or so, and always made sure to stay away from the city that wasn’t far from them, so they were quite curious about the world.

About an hour into your conversation, there was a light knock on the door, and another young man stepped into the room. He was just as pretty as the others, but his hair was short and curly, reminding you of a dandelion before it gets blown away by the wind. He had the same amber-brown eyes as his brothers, a well groomed mustache and goatee, and a wide smile with too-sharp teeth. What caught your attention most was his outfit, though.

He wore a soft looking, red crushed velvet jumpsuit. It dipped down into a V at the front, ending at about the middle of his chest. The edges of the neckline were embroidered with beautiful stones that glimmered in the light. It was sleeveless and skin-tight, with a bishop cuff at the ankles that all gave it a flattering look on him.

“Why hello, you must be the guest I’ve heard so much about! It’s lovely to meet you, dear. My name is Joshua, but please, call me Josh,” His voice was similar to Jake’s, just a bit smoother and softer. You recalled Sam and Danny saying “the twins”, putting two and two together to assume they meant him and Jake. Josh held out his hand, and you took it.

Josh smiled and brought your hand up to press a kiss to the back of it as you introduced yourself, “What a lovely name, dear. I hope we’ve been sufficient enough hosts for you. We don’t normally get visitors anymore…”

Josh was the oldest of all the boys, and thus became their leader of sorts after being turned. He seemed far less wary around you, going as far as telling you he hopes you’ll stick around longer than their previous guests all had. After a while, you decide to ask about Jake.

“Jake is… he’s had a lot of bad things happen because of him interacting with the ah… normal population. It’s left him with a bit of a distrust of others that he hasn’t been able to work through. I hope you understand. He’s a kind man, he just needs time,” Josh explains, while the others nod. They all assure you that Jake is no threat, but you’re still hesitant to believe that fully after he threatened to gut you.

The three of you talked for what felt like hours, until the sun was beginning to set. They stood, turning to you.

“Ah, it’s probably about time for you to leave. You can’t hang around here come nighttime,” Josh said, leading you out of the room. Danny stayed behind, waving, while Sam followed you both.

“Why not?” You asked, and Sam responded.

“It’s when we go out to feed. Having a human around might be… tempting. It’s best to avoid any temptation at all than to risk it,” He smiled and opened the door for you, slowly reaching out to hold your hand and press a kiss to it like Josh had done, “I do hope to see you soon, though. Will I?”

You thought about it. You should leave and never come back. If not for your safety, then for your sanity. They were supposedly real life vampires, who could kill you if they wanted to. But… something about them kept you wanting to come back. So, you nodded and smiled back.

“Of course you will.”

You only got a short distance away from the manor before something dropped down from a tree, landing in front of you. It was Jake, who stood there and stared you down. You felt fear bubble up in your chest, unsure of why he followed you out here.

“Hello… um…”

“What do you want with my family? Why do you keep hanging around?” He asked, his jaw set in an unreadable expression.

“I just… I don’t know. I guess curiosity? I enjoyed talking to your brothers, and we have a surprising amount of things in common-“

He growled and stepped close, his hand on your wrist, “We have NOTHING in common. We are nothing like you, and you are nothing like us. The sooner you understand that and leave us alone, the better off you’ll be, and the less likely it’ll be that I leave your body in a ditch somewhere.”

He let go of your wrist and you stepped back, your heart pounding and the sound of blood rushing in your ears blocking everything else. You took a deep breath and kept your voice as steady as possible as you spoke.

“I promise I mean no harm to any of you… and despite how you feel, it was nice to meet you.”

He didn’t say anything as you walked past him to get to your car and head home.

————

You couldn’t come back for a few days, work and other life responsibilities getting in the way, so instead you did some researching into the Kiszka and Wagner families that lived there. Not much was recorded in history, especially once it got to the time they were alive for, but you did find the names of their families. They did both have sisters, one named Veronica and the other named Josie, plus their parents and some extended family. The only records that exist of them are birth and death records, stating they all died of an illness around the same time.

As you know, though, four of them didn’t technically die. Or did they? Are vampires technically still alive or are they dead? Are they something in between? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.

When you finally were able to go back, about a week had passed. You pulled your car up early in the morning and made your way down the path you had taken the last two times, the manor eventually coming into view. It was a nice summer day today, a nice breeze blowing through without it being too chilly out. You wore a loose T-shirt and jeans, with your regular hiking shoes on to help when heading back and forth through the wooded area.

You raised your hand to knock, just as you had the last two times you had been here, but jumped when the door swung open instead.

“Darling! I knew you’d be back!” Sam grinned, his pointed teeth glinting in the light as he pulled you inside, “I was worried we had scared you off for good…” He was smiling, but you could hear the genuine worry in his voice.

“I just had work and other life stuff to take care of, Sam. You haven’t chased me away yet,” You say with a chuckle. You caught sight of Jake on the second floor landing, frowning down at you. He turned and stalked away, towards the music room.

Sam turns to lead you up the stairs, presumably to where Danny was, but you stopped him, “Hey, um… maybe I should stay down here for today. Jake still seems pretty upset about me hanging around…”

His smile faltered, but he quickly fixed it, turning to face you, “He won’t do anything to you, I promise. But… if you wish to stay down here, then that’s alright.”

“I’d like that,” You say, “Plus, there are some things I’d like to ask you about.”

The both of you head into the sitting room with the large fireplace, Sam offering you a seat before sitting on the couch opposite to you.

“Well… Ask away I suppose!”

“So… does sunlight kill you? Do stakes and garlic? Holy water and crosses? Just how accurate are all the legends?”

Sam was a bit surprised by your question, chuckling a bit, “Well, um… sunlight doesn’t kill us, but it does burn like hell. As far as I know garlic, crosses, and holy water don’t do anything to us. And I assume anyone would die if you staked them, so… I guess that one still applies?”

“When you feed, do you have to drink all of the blood? And how long do you have between feeding?”

“It depends. We go out about every night to feed. If we fed on, ahem… larger things, it would last longer. And no, we don’t HAVE to completely drink all of it, but it’s hard to stop sometimes.”

Suddenly, a thought popped into your head. Sam said he’d never fed from a human, none of them have. What would it feel like to be bitten, to have your blood drank? Would it hurt? Would it feel numb? You know you shouldn’t ask, but…

“If I offered you some of my blood, would you drink it?”

At this question, Sam jumped up, stepping back, “Woah, what? What on Earth would you do that for!?”

You shrugged, “I’m curious. How many other people would be able to say they know what it feels like for a vampire to bite them?”

“That’s not a good reason, Darling! Did you not just hear me say that sometimes it’s hard to stop ourselves when feeding? What if I weren’t able to stop and drained you completely?” He asked, throwing his arms up, concerned by your words.

“I trust you,” You said plainly.

“You’ve known me for about 3 days. You can’t trust someone you’ve just met!”

You sighed and dropped the issue, knowing he was right, “Sorry, you’re right Sam.”

He relaxed, and you listened as he began telling you something about the house. Maybe he was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still curious. You’ll continue this line of questioning another day, you figured.

For now, you sat back and enjoyed your friend’s company.

————

When you left, Jake was waiting for you again, this time peeking into your car.

“Is this what automobiles look like now? The last time I saw one, they were more like a motorized carriage, not a weird, boxy hunk of metal. Why are the wheels so big?” He asked, causing you to chuckle. He frowned at you, “Don’t laugh at me, I’ll bite you.”

“I’m not laughing at you, Jake. I just forget sometimes that you all haven’t seen a lot of modern things,” You reassured him.

“And I’m fine with that. Most of your modern things aren’t any good. Minus some of your music, though I haven’t really heard modern music past… what do they call it…? The 90s?”

An idea popped into your head of how to get Jake to warm up to you quicker.

“Hey, how about i go ahead and bring some music here next time? Modern stuff, so you can find what you like?”

He’s quiet for a moment before shrugging and mumbling out a, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” before turning and heading back up to the manor.

Well, it’s the first conversation you’ve had with him that didn’t end in a threat, so you took it as a step forward. When you got back home, you created a playlist with as many songs as you could think of to show Jake the next time you came over, hoping this would finally be what got him to relax around you.

————

Jake really liked music, you learned. He was fascinated with the intricate solos and heavy beats of rock and metal, the deep and rhythmic sounds of blues, and even nodded his head to a couple pop songs. Really, all four of them were drawn to the music, all having their own tastes yet all being fairly similar when it came to certain genres.

And of course, they were interested in your phone. They’d had seen phones before, from people who’d come poking around in the past, but never had much of a chance to play around with one. You decided to bring things by for them to learn about with each visit, quickly looking forward to talking with them a few times a week. Even Jake warmed up to you quite a bit, far less hostile than he had been the first few meetings.

Josh enjoyed your company, not being as wary as Jake, but not quite as open as Sam was. The eldest Kiszka was quite the charmer, though he assured you his interests were completely platonic. He was the most knowledgeable of modern things, having slipped into the city nearby on occasion on a whim. He mentioned seeing a man in a fabulous jumpsuit once in the 70s, and he was obsessed with them, to the point he began making his own. In your opinion, he was quite talented at sewing, his own clothes being well-made and fitting him perfectly.

Danny was much less nervous having you around than at first, quickly enjoying talking with you about different topics. In particular, he seemed to like sports, golf specifically. He reminded you of your friend Dave, and the thought made you laugh. They’d get along great if they ever met.

And then there was Sam. Sam was different than the others, being desperate for interaction. In his own words, he’d been trapped in this house with no one else for far too long, and the days had begun running together a good hundred years ago. He loved piano, you had noticed, and was highly skilled. He’d play for you every time, his eyes shut as he just felt the music through his whole body.

Weeks passed by as you learned more and more about the four of them. The end of fall grew near, winter closing in with each day that passed. It was around this time that you began seeing things in shops around the city that reminded you of them, and an idea popped into your head. What better to signify your new friendships, than heartfelt gifts?

Yes, this would be perfect.

Anyway, happy Valentine's Day to Josh Kiszka, I hope it was a lovely day for him

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

Get Your Blood Pumping

Josh Kiszka X Reader

I apologize, I'm not sure who to credit for the gif, it's been in my gvf folder for forever! But thank you for your service! EDIT: @joshsindigostreak informed me that the gif is by @readyforthegarden , so thank you!!

WC: 3k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, BEEFY GYM JOSH

A @lipstickitty / gracev0609 collaboration.

Fic based on this request!

When Josh wasn’t on tour, the weekends were your favorite time of the week. This was mainly because in most instances, that was when the two of you had the most free time to spend together. Saturdays were usually more of an errand day, getting any running done that you hadn’t had the time for throughout the week, Target trips, coffee dates, hanging out with friends and family. Sundays were almost always reserved for the two of you- eating breakfast together, spending as long in bed as you wanted, just being with each other and recharging after the busy week.

You would usually wake up on a Sunday morning to the sun gently shining through your windows and Josh’s gentle touch easing you awake. Here lately, however, he’d been hitting the gym most mornings before the sun even rose. Sometimes you’d still be tucked away in bed fast asleep and he’d gently pull you from your slumber with coffee and breakfast after showering off the sweat from the gym, other times you’d already be awake doing some cleaning around the house or cooking breakfast for the both of you- the latter being your favorite by far.

There was no other sight quite like Josh walking into your shared home after leaving the gym, glistening with sweat, curls all in disarray from being shoved back off of his forehead. He would always shed his shirt on the drive home, hating the way the damp fabric would stick to his skin and the leather of the seats. He had a few different pairs of shorts he liked to work out in, being rather particular about the way clothes fit and moved with his body when he was active like that. Your favorite pair by far being the shortest, skimpiest ones- and the ones he wore least often. You swore it was simply to torture you, he knew how much you loved that pair of shorts on him, so he would pick and choose what days he wore them to really get you going.

Today seemed to be the day. You had awoken naturally, early in the morning and you had already brewed a pot of coffee in anticipation of his arrival. You heard his keys jingle in the door lock, and he made his way through the threshold. His light grey t shirt in his hand with numerous dark sweat spots hanging limp between his fingers. His tiny shorts hung low on his hips, the bottom hem landing only a few inches underneath his goods. Your eyes studied his form, his newly sculpted obliques framed his, thankfully, still soft stomach. Following the planes of his body you observed his pectoral muscles, now round and full. Dancing across his collarbone your sight followed his arms down to his recently sculpted biceps. Once again your eyes bounced down to his teeny tiny shorts, and more so you looked at his bulging protrusion between his legs.

“See something you like sweetheart?”

You blushed bringing your coffee mug up to your lips,masking your smirk.

“What? You're blushing like a school girl,” he makes his way over to you, caging you in his arms. Watching his muscles ripple, you reluctantly met his eyes. He leaned in and his scent infiltrated your nose. You smelled the stale cologne he applied hours ago and the unmistakable musk he acquired from his workout.

“Impressed baby?”

Raising your hand your fingers delicately traced his chest, feeling the muscles flex under your touch.

“You've gotten so…. Solid recently. Tell me Joshy, what have you been doing at the gym?”

He brushed his nose over your cheek, voice coming out low and smooth as silk, “I start with a warmup…” one of his hands moved to your throat, not squeezing, just trailing his fingers over the delicate skin. “When I wanna work out my chest, a bench press is my go to…” his breath warmed the skin of your jaw and you felt the rumble of his chest against yours as he spoke. His hand skimmed down your neck, following the trail of your collarbone to your shoulder and back again before just barely brushing against the tops of your breasts over the thin material of your worn sleep shirt. You could feel your slick threatening to drip down your thighs already and he’d barely even touched you.

“Bicep curls, and overhead bar extensions for the triceps.” His fingers started at your wrist and ran their way up the length of your arm, tracing over the muscles he named. “Lat pulldowns work your back…” both his hands traveled to the small of your back, thumbs stroking over your heated skin. “Squats, and hip thrusts…” he trailed down to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing and pulling your body impossibly further into his making you gasp. “Be patient baby, I’ll show you how much I can hip thrust.”

The smirk never left his face, clearly enjoying how easily he could get you all worked up.

He knelt down before you, thumbs stroking over both of your hips before he started peppering kisses there, slowly feeling his way down every inch of your bare thighs. His lips left a searing trail of kisses everywhere that his hands touched, every touch building the burning need inside of you. “On leg days I do lunges and calf raises.” His touch had migrated to the tops of your calves, leaving a few love bites down your thighs as he went. “There’s more, of course, but I’d hate to bore you.” He teased, hands locking around your legs and throwing you over his shoulder. You giggled and squealed the whole way there, begging him not to drop you.

He tosses you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, making you squeal again. In an instant he was on top of you, blanketing his body over yours. His bare chest rubbing against yours makes your nipples ache under his brief touch.

Hot wet kisses from his lips make you moan out his name.

“What, baby?”

“I need you.”

He chuffs a laugh, his cocky smirk still plastered on his lips,” I know you do.”

You huff lifting your hips off of the bed to meet his. Gasping when you rub your sensitive core against his hardness straining in his tiny shorts.

“ ‘M so wet. Need you.”

He grinds his hips down, pushing himself to press against where you're aching.

“Yeah? Does my pretty baby wanna make a mess? Grind her beautiful cunt against me until my shorts are wet?”

You smile, teeth showing,” I think that's what you want Josh.”

“Is that so bad?”

Quickly he rolls off of you, scooting his body up the bed so he can lean in the mass of pillows. He grips his length through the tight fabric of his shorts, squeezing himself for some relief.

“Take your panties off baby. I know they're soaked and uncomfortable.”

Hooking your fingers in the cotton underwear you pull them from your hips, wincing lightly when the material sticks to you between your legs. Slowly you crawl up the bed, straddling his hips. You watch as he adjusts himself in his shorts, laying his cock straight up letting his tip peek out of the waistband. Whispering he croons,” Come on baby, grind that pretty wet pussy on me.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief once your hot aching core makes contact with his covered cock. Tentatively you rock your hips, pressing your swollen clit against his length.

Josh keeps his voice low as he pushes your bed head back, tucking the stray hairs behind your ears,” There's my good girl… I want you to grind on me until you cum okay sweetheart?”

You hum in agreement, rocking your hips against him, already losing yourself in the pleasure. Your fingers dig into his bare shoulders, your toes curling as you hump against him. Feeling him twitch as your wetness soaks his thin shorts. Josh's hands find your hips as they begin to stutter, pushing and pulling you. Suddenly the band in your tummy snaps and pleasure floods your body. Crying out as you shamelessly buck your hips against his swollen length. As you start to still he pulls your hips closer to his, pressing you completely flush against his length.

“Good girl, that's my good girl. Now get up, Daddy wants to see your mess.”

Your limbs felt weak as you clambered off of his lap settling down on the bed beside him.

His breath shudders as he spies the large wet spot sitting over his length. Hooking his fingers into his waistband he pulls his shorts off. What he does next shocks you, a flood of slick threatening to drip down onto the bed sheets below. Instead of tossing them to the floor he brings them to his face, inhaling deeply as his eyes roll back. He connects his lips to the ruined fabric, and sucks your juices off of them.

After a few moments he discards them, looking at you with an unhinged, feral look in his eyes. You knew you were in for it.

“God damn it.” He groaned out and you reveled in the sight of him, a pool of his arousal accumulated where his length rested, flushed red and twitching against his abdomen. “Get the fuck up here baby.” His words came out in a low growl, gripping your hips and pulling you up the bed to straddle his chest.

You hovered over him, a bit nervous to rest all your weight on him every time despite knowing that not only can he take it, he aches for it. “Josh, I don’t want you to suffocate!” You giggled, supporting your weight with your hands planted on each side of his head. He scoffed, letting you know once again how silly he always found it that you weren’t immediately willing to smother him, and yanked you down until you felt the delicious feeling of your dripping core meeting the wet warmth of his soft tongue.

His fingers gripped your hips so tight you knew you’d have fingerprint-shaped bruises to serve as a reminder of his animalistic need to taste you. His pointed tongue drove into your entrance, greedily lapping you up, moaning into your aching heat as your taste overwhelmed his senses. You cried out, one hand propping you up, the other gripping onto his curls for leverage.

His tongue explored every inch of you, licking and sucking at your clit, pleasure surging through your entire body. “That’s it Joshy, such a good boy for me.” You whined, fingers tightening in his hair. He let out a deep growl into your cunt and you felt the sharp sting of his teeth nipping at your sensitive bundle of nerves making you yelp.

“Fuck Josh!”, you raised your hips from his face, sitting back onto his chest. Eyeing him he had a lazy lust filled smile on his lips, his mouth and cheeks shining with your wetness.

His voice raspy with arousal,” Wanna fuck you now. Can I baby?”

Gently you pat his messy cheek,” Of course you can lover boy.”

Once again he uses his newfound strength to flip you on your back, settling between your legs,” I'm gonna let you adjust to me, and then I'm not gonna go slow. I've been aching to fuck you for days. We've been so fucking busy.”

You giggle knowing it was all his own doing, spreading your legs wider enticing him to enter you.

His breath catches in his throat as he grasps his painfully hard cock, swiping it through your entrance.

“So pretty and pink, just for me.”

Canting his hips forward he gently plunges into you, letting your body slowly stretch to accommodate him.

He leans his head down to your chest, letting you relax around him. He squeezes his eyes closed as if the sensation of your pussy around his cock is simply too much for him to bear. Running your hands across his toned shoulders you try to ground him, easing him back to you. You feel his lungs expand and take in a deep breath as he lifts his head,” You ready for it baby?”

You smirk,”Go ahead Joshy. Wreck me.”

You watch his jaw clench as he powerfully thrusts his hips forward, already tapping against your most sensitive spots making you gasp.

“Be careful what you wish for honey.”

After a few deep thrusts, his hips harshly colliding with yours, he grasps your right leg hitching it up over his shoulder. His hands desperately grab at your stomach and your ass, gripping on for leverage as he goes impossibly deeper, pushes impossibly harder into you. In and out he pounds, your eyes rolling every time his swollen tip hits your cervix. The pain and pleasure make a delicious combination. Fluttering your eyes open you first meet the sinful image of his chest, beads of sweat rolling between the valley of his breasts. Following the shimmering trails upwards you're met with his flushed face, cheeks red and lips pink and pouty. His brows are deeply furrowed. He almost looks in pain, but you know better. A small sparkle drips down the side of his head, trailing down in front of his ear, down his cheek to drip off his chin splattering on your stomach.

The sight of him sends you spiraling, the need to have another orgasm already swirling deep in your stomach, you mumble your tongue feeling heavy as if you're drunk on him,” Josh… ‘m gonna cum.”

He curtly nods his head as if words are too much for him now, and he grips your body even tighter pulling you in to meet his punishing thrusts. It doesn't take much longer until your walls are fluttering around him and your back arches off of the mattress. A long wailing moan pairs with the gush of slick around his cock as you come undone for him.

As soon as your body stilled Josh was pulling out and manhandling you once again, maneuvering you onto all fours. You gripped onto the sheets, arching your back for him. Josh buried himself inside your walls fully in one brutal thrust, a strangled moan tearing from your chest.

He brought one arm around the front of your waist and tangled the other hand in your hair, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. The strong arm around your waist locked you in place as Josh resumed his harsh pace, bruising thrusts hitting every spot inside of you perfectly. The sounds of Josh’s hips smacking against your ass filled the air mixed with the sinful sound of his cock driving in and out of you relentlessly.

The force of his tip nudging your cervix rendered you speechless, no sounds escaping from your lips other than your ragged breathing and strained gasps. Josh, however, couldn’t keep quiet, a constant chorus of moans, groans, whimpers and cries flowing freely from his lips.

“So fucking good, baby.”

“Shit, your pussy’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.”

“You just love having my cock this deep, don’t you sweetheart? Filling up your pretty cunt so good you can’t even speak?”

You tried to respond, but with the way Josh was pounding into you, you couldn’t manage anything more than a breathy, barely audible chant of ‘yes’ as your walls constricted around his pulsing cock once more. You couldn’t find the words to let him know you were close but your body gave you away, Josh instantly knowing you were right on the edge. “That’s my girl, cum for me.” He choked out through clenched teeth, hips stuttering briefly as you vaguely registered the sensation of him twitching inside you but keeping their pace as he fucked you through your intense high. “That’s it, soak my cock. Just like that.” He growled as he felt you gush all over him again.

His hips stilled while you recovered, letting you float back down to earth before he pulled out of you again making you whimper at the empty feeling. “Get on top of me sweetie, don’t wanna cum just yet. Wanna feel you a little longer.” He cooed, helping you climb onto him taking in your bright red cheeks and fucked-out expression with pride.

Slowly you rocked your hips with what little strength you had left. Josh has utterly and thoroughly expended all of your energy.

“Hmm is my pretty girl tired?”

Nodding your head you agreed as you tried to rock your hips with more gusto.

“That just won't do sweetie, you want me to cum don't you?” He grabs a hold of your hips helping you bounce,” Hold on to me baby, gonna fuck you good.”

Before you can really register what's happening, his hips push up off the bed into a sort of bridge pose. Wildly he thrusts in and out of you, sopping wet slapping sounds fill your bedroom as he pounds into you from below. He lifts your hips up and down, meeting his thrusts pushing himself ever deeper inside of you. Your brain is thoughtless. Pleasure is the only thing you feel.

“Getting close.” He whines.

His legs shake as he slams into you for the final time, holding your hips in place as his cock swells and bursts, flooding your insides with his release.

As he settles you both back down onto the mattress he listlessly mutters,” Fuck” under his breath. You can feel his entire body trembling, the same as yours. Limply you slump over, one locked arm bracing you from landing on his chest. You're panting and sweating and your legs burn like you went to the gym.

Josh gathers your ratty hair into a makeshift bun at the base of your neck with his fist, an attempt to cool you off.

His other hand comes up, lovingly stroking your cheek,”You okay, love bug?”

Mustering up a smile you mumble,”Mmhmm, jus’ tired. That was a lot.”

Worry flashes across his face,” Too much?”

Leaning down, you nuzzle your face into the damp skin of his neck,” No, never.”

After a few beats of silence you're suddenly aware of how sweaty and slick you two are. Sitting back up in his lap, you grit your teeth as he twitches inside of you, he lets out a small whimper from the back of his throat,” Sorry… Sensitive.”

Gingerly you rise from his lap, careful not to disturb his abused flesh, and you lay down beside him.

Sighing, you say,” I'm sleepy now.”

He giggles, his fingers intertwining with yours,” You have two options. We can shower and nap. Or, we can shower and go get breakfast and coffee. Your pick.”

Bringing your hand up to your face, your index finger taps your chin pretending to be deep in thought, “ I'm thinking a nap.”

You watch as Josh's face visibly falls, clearly looking forward to breakfast.

You giggle, grasping his face between your hands,” Baby I'm joking! Let's go get breakfast.”

His eyes light up,” Crepes?”

“Sounds perfect Joshy.”

You rise from the bed making your way to your bathroom, eager to wash the mess from your bodies.

You start the water, waiting for it to heat up, Josh's large palms gently massage the tension in your shoulders.

“Sweetheart, can I wash your hair?” Josh places loving kisses to the nape of your neck, trailing down your spine.

Turning slightly in his grasp to face him,” Only if I can wash yours too.”

He smiles, teeth on full display, eyes scrunched,”Deal!”