This Is So Adorable Omgggg

making sam cum in his pants? 😁

Oh fuck yes

18+ only, minors dni

Warnings: dirty talk, public touching? I think that’s it.

You stood outside on the sidewalk, Sam’s arms wrapped around you from behind as he kissed at your neck and exposed shoulder. You had worn a new dress tonight, it was mostly sheer black ruched fabric with some very specifically placed folds of fabric to conceal your more intimate parts of course. Sam had practically been drooling over you since you walked out of your bedroom, slipping your heel on as you braced yourself on the door frame. He had tried to talk you into staying home right then and there, but you insisted on coming out, reminding him you had made these reservations months in advance. He’d been handsy the whole dinner, rushing through his meal and dessert, desperately trying to get this over with so he could get you back home. You loved this power you had over him, how desperately he’d want you sometimes, and you enjoyed every second of it. You felt your phone buzz, alerting you to the fact that your Uber drive had arrived. He was driving a SUV and you detached Sam from you before smiling at the driver and opening the door to get inside. You maneuvered your way to the very back seat of the vehicle, Sam sitting next to you, as close as possible of course. You both buckled in, made sure the driver had the right destination and then you turned to Sam, who was just staring at you with that beautiful face of his. “What?” You asked, feigning shyness. “You just look stunning tonight, I can’t wait to get this off you,” he said, putting his hand on your thigh, slightly tugging at the hem of your dress, once again kissing at your neck.

“Sir, can you turn the music up please?” You asked sweetly as you removed Sam’s hand from your thigh. The driver obliged and you turned to Sammy who was looking at you a smidge confused due to you removing his hand. “No touching” you said to Sam, smirking at him as he pouted, “hands here.” You placed them on the seat on either side of his legs. “Those hands move and everything stops, understand?” He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on your lips as he hung on your every word. “I understand” he said softly. You should be surprised , Sam was usually defiant, a brat honestly, but you knew that tonight he was too desperate to take any chances. You put your hand on his leg, rubbing it up and down slowly, “I bet you can’t wait to get me home and peel me out of this dress can you?” You whispered against his neck as your lips brushed over his jaw, he subtly shook his head no. “Can’t wait to get your hands on my bare skin, grabbing and kissing all the places you love so much,” he huffed out a breath as your hand ghosted over his growing erection that was straining against his dress pants. “Awh look at you Sammy, already so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Your tone was a tad condescending, but you knew he secretly loved it. You began palming him through the material and something like a soft whimper passed his parted lips, in a move that shocked you he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a hungry kiss, his tongue immediately pressing into your mouth. In a moment of weakness you savored it, letting him break the one rule you had set for him, then you pulled away. Grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging it, pulling him back against the seat. “Where are you hands supposed to be?” You asked sternly, “sorry, sorry” he said breathily as he put his hands back in their place on the seat. You kept your grip on his hair as you started palming him harder through his pants. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he tried to keep his composure, but you weren’t content yet. You had a goal in mind and you were going to make it happen. “Tell me Sammy, what did you have planned for me when we got home? And be specific.”

“Was going to fuck you as soon as we got in the door, right there in the living room.” He paused catching his breathe as you nibbled on his ear, “keep going” you ordered, “going to pull your dress up around your waist, bend you over the couch and- fuck, fuck-if you don’t stop I’m going to cum in my pants y/n,” he choked out. You smiled against his shoulder, at his undoing at your hands and thinking about what he said, “Keep. Going.” You repeated, “I’m going to rip those panties down your legs, and fuck you until you can’t stand.” He bucked his hips up, trying to gain even more friction,

“Mmm, just thinking about you using me like that has me dripping.” You teased into his ear, he groaned, biting his lip, “What about a taste then baby?” He requested. You considered it for a moment, and then you released his hair. His eyes followed your hand as you reached up your dress, slipping your fingers through your slick and then holding them out in front of him. He looked at you in question, “I want you to ask like a good boy,” you said. “Please, please let me taste you baby, I want it so bad” he replied, almost too loudly in his eagerness. Then he stuck out his tongue, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wanted. You slowly put your fingers in his mouth, his eyes rolled back as he closed his lips around them, sucking. He was now impossibly hard and you knew he was close with how erratic his breathing had become, “Does that taste good?” He moaned around your fingers as he nodded, “There’s plenty more for you when we get home, all wet and warm ready to be wrapped around your cock-“ and that was it, you felt his cock pulsing against your hand as he moved his own hand to your thigh, gripping it hard as he came undone. You were lucky your fingers were in his mouth to stifle the noises he made as he finished. Once he quieted down you pulled your fingers from his mouth, turning his head towards you and kissing him deeply, “fuck,” he groaned as he shifted in his seat, “you just made me cum in my pants like I’m back in high school or something” he huffed a shaky laugh, pulling you back in for another kiss as you smiled against his lips. “I’m not sorry,” you whispered back, he just smiled, “I know you’re not, but you’ll pay for it when we get home.”

Pretty Boy

You catch Sam feeling pretty.

!!!18+ ONLY!! Sub!Sam, Dom/Sub male sub, mommy kink [Very mild], p in v, unsafe sex {WRAP YOUR MONKEY IF YOU'RE GONNA GET FUNKY}, men in dresses. Smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst just for fun

“Sammy?” You called out, walking into your shared apartment. 

You heard some crashing coming from the bedroom, followed by a thud and an “Oh shit.” Growing concerned, you dropped your bag on the floor, “Sam, are you okay?” You asked, stepping quickly into the room, coming face to face with a sight from a dream. “Hey…” Sam trailed. You took in what you were looking at, Sammy tangled up in the white lace of one of your dresses. You knelt down, coming eye to eye, “What’s going on Sammy?” 

His eyes shifted away from you, but your grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Were you dressing up for me? Hmm? Did you wanna get all pretty for me?” You whispered, tone settling on something verging on sultry.

“N-no…” your boy gasped out, cheeks going red with embarrassment. You scoffed, “I can’t believe you were going to keep this from me. Looking so pretty and having no one to look at you? Well that’s just not fair, baby.” You said as you stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with you. You looked him over once more, tugging the dress so it fell properly against his skin, the sun shining through his hair, making it look golden in the light. “You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?” You asked, blinking slowly, looking up through your lashes as his chest rises and falls. He’s silent.

You crack a swift hand against his ass, reveling in the way he gasps, “I asked you a question, Sammy.” You said sternly, watching as his eyes traveled up and down your body. “Y-yes, I- I’m your pretty boy,” He finally stutters out, breath hitching as you cup his length through the light fabric. A devious smile spreads across your face as the idea makes its way into your fore mind. “You sit on the bed for me, pretty,” You direct, giving him a light push, giggling at the tent his hardening length is making in the dress. You watch as he hesitates, “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be right back.” 

You saunter to the bathroom, ridding yourself of your clothes from the day. You grab your make up case from the bathroom counter before making your way back to the back where Sam is waiting oh so patiently for you. 

“Tell me, Sammy,” you started, moving to straddle his hips, “What were you planning to do in this dress before I got home, hmm?”  

“I was-“ He swallowed roughly, looking away. “Ah ah, pretty. I was talking to you, eyes on me, darling.” You instruct, waiting for his eyes to meet yours again. He faced you once more, cheeks glowing red, blush spreading over his chest, “I was going to touch myself,” he whispered, ashamed. 

“Oh you naughty boy. Touching yourself without my permission. Especially when you look so delicious. Well. This calls for a punishment.” 

“W-what? No!” He exclaims, sitting up abruptly.

You push him back down, “Don’t get smart with me Sam. Naughty boys deserve to be punished.” You said, rolling your hips over his cock. You had his shoulders pinned to the bed, and you could feel his length twitching as his hips bucked up into yours. “You need this pussy baby?” You asked sweetly, laughing as he nodded, “Oh you’re so desperate, aren’t you? Hm. Too bad.” You giggled as you patted his cheek. You watched as he squirmed under you, begging for any type of release, whimpering at the lack of touch. He was always so desperate when you got like this.  

“I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna use you, and make you look even prettier, and maybe. Maybe when I’m done, you can cum. Okay?”

He let out a soft keening, moan, “Please,” he whispered, voice already hoarse. You smiled at him from your place above him, “Good boy, no cumming until I say so, okay?” 

You shifted off of him to pull your underwear off, “Look at how wet you get me when you’re so pretty like this, doll.” He whimpered in response, moving to pull the dress off, “Oh no, no. The dress stays on,” you stopped him, leaving the fabric bunched up around his waist. “Need you to look so pretty for me.” You said as you settled back into your previous position. 

 You reached for your make up bag, grabbing the mascara, and twisting it open. “Look up for me, doll.” 

You brush the wand against his eyelashes, watching as they become more defined. Satisfied with your work you sat back, pussy resting against his length. You felt his hips begin to move under you, you leaned back gripping his thighs, “Don’t get too eager. I’m in charge,” you say, reaching under yourself to palm at his cock. “Such a pretty little cock, only the prettiest things for me, right darling?” You asked as you lined him up, finally sinking down, gasping as he filled you ever so slowly. “Ah- Y-yes. Pretty for you,” He breathed, eyes clenching with pleasure. “Eyes open lovely, we don’t want you messing up your pretty make up, now do we?” 

His eyes flew open, focusing back on your body, hands reaching up to grasp at your hips. “N-need to touch you,” he gasped, and you giggled, “Need something to hold onto, huh honey?” Voice coming out stuttered as you bounce on his cock, head titling back as you take in the feeling. You slow your rhythm, reaching for the make up bag and grabbing your pink lip gloss. You lean down with him still inside you, “Think you need a little of this,” you say, before swiping the wand across his lips. “Such pretty pink lips,” You praise as you quicken your movements once more. 

You rolled your hips, grinding down on Sam roughly, gasping when you feel his cold fingers begin to circle your clit. “Fuck, such a good boy,” You moan, “you know exactly what I need, so good baby,” you cry as his fingers massage that bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk as you get close, soft breathy moans coming from the man under you. “Fuck Sammy, so good,” You babble as you ride him into the bed. The heat builds in your stomach, “feels so good, mommy,” Sam moans out, and with that your orgasm washes over you, thighs clenching round Sam’s hips, hands coming down to his chest to brace yourself as you ride through your orgasm. “Fuck,” you heave, head resting against your chest. 

“Was um. W-was that okay?” Sam’s voice sound small, you pick your head up to look at him, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Darling, what’s wrong?” You ask, afraid you had hurt him, or gone too far. “The- uh. The mommy thing… I’ve never said-“ You cut him off, “Sam, that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. It was great, you’re my good boy aren’t you?” You reassured, feeling his length twitch inside of you as you praise him. He let out stuttered moans as you began to roll your hips again, “Yeah, ‘m your good boy.” He sighs, hips rocking in rhythm with yours. 

You lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, still rolling your hips against his, his mouth opening with pleasure. You can tell by the way his hips stutter that he’s getting close, and well, you’re feeling nice. “’S my good boy gonna cum for me?” 

“Can I?” He asks, eyes shining, mascara smearing. “Fill me up baby, so good for me, my pretty boy,” You encourage, shivering at the overstimulation. “Good boy, give it to me.” You praise, clenching around him. “S-shit,” he gasps out, finally cumming and filling you up so nicely. “Yes, baby. Feels so good when you cum inside me, so good.” You sigh, circling your hips. As he rides out his orgasm, your drag your fingers through his hair, stroking his face. 

He breathes deeply, “we gotta do that again.” He says simply. 

You pause, before giggling, “Yeah.” 

You sit up, finally sliding off his length, gasping at the loss, feeling his cum drip out of you as you flop against the bed next to him. “Sammy?” You ask softly. “Hmm?”

“You can ask anytime to borrow a skirt or a dress you know? E-even if it’s not for something like this. You really do look very pretty.” You say, turning your head to look at him. He smiles, “I’m so lucky to be in love with someone like you.”

You share one more sweet kiss before heaving yourselves off the bed to clean up, and put the dress in the wash with some stain remover. (Maybe that one will stay in the closet from now on).  

Just Bros

danny x dave x f!reader

warnings: pure, filthy smut. oral m & f rec, threesome, multiple orgasms, teasing, aftercare

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO PERPETUATE ANY TYPE OF SPECULATION AND IS PURE FICTION AND FANTASY, DONT LIKE DONT READ.

You and Dave had been dating for a while, and so far it was going well. He took you on dates, treated you to romantic nights in, and if you were being honest, the sex was amazing. But you had noticed the closeness he seemed to have with one of his friends, a closeness that seemed to be greater than a “we’re just bro’s” could explain. Daniel was nice enough, and he was cute too, but the way your boyfriend acted around him was beginning to raise your suspicions at their friendship. You knew Dave had been with guys before, but he never disclosed which guys.

You took note in the subtle differences of his behavior when Daniel was around, the grazing touches, the looks of subtle longing between the two men, and when Danny confessed to his recent break up, you knew you had to do something. So, you came up with a plan.

It was innocent enough, inviting Daniel over to you and Dave’s shared apartment for a dinner.

You wore an outfit you knew Dave liked, one that did little to hide your skin, one you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist peeling off of you later in the night, you just hoped his friend was willing to lend a helping hand.

There was a knock at the door, signaling that Daniel had arrived, and you knew it was time to put your game face on. Sauntering over to the door and swinging it open, “Danny! We’re so glad you could make it! We’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You cheered, reveling in the way his eyes looked over your body, then flickering over to Daves. You bit your lip to hide the smile as you waved Danny inside. “Thanks for having me!” He said, giving you a gentle hug before crossing and repeating the action with Dave. “Good to see you, man,” Dave said, resting in Danny’s embrace.

Dinner went by smoothly, both men complimenting the meal you had prepared.

After piling the dishes in the sink with a wave of “I’ll get them tomorrow,” you all settled on the couch, a nice bottle of bourbon teasing you from the coffee table. You eyed it with a grin, this is when the fun begins. You grab the bottle by its neck, “Let’s play a game,” you started, smiling slyly, “How about never have I have I ever. If you’ve done something, take a shot.” You eyed the boys next to you, watching as Dave raised a brow in questioning. “C’mon babe! It’ll be fun! Here I’ll go first, never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” you said, spinning the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. You watched a smile spread across Dave’s face as he reached for the bottle, “You think you’re cute, huh?” He asked, before pressing the bottle to his lips. Danny reached for the bottle once Dave was done with his turn, a light blush spread across his cheeks, “Danny, so scandalous,” you teased, “It wasn’t with Dave was it?” Watching as he sputtered and choked on the dark liquid. You smiled devilishly, “Was it?” You pressed, watching the silent conversation between the two men. “W- I. It was-“ Danny started, still coughing. “Babe, c’mon, it was a long time ago,” Dave assured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Oh don’t worry, I think it’s hot.” You said simply, before grabbing the bottle from a very flustered Daniel before pushing it into Dave’s hands. “Your turn!” You cheered.

Time passed as you shared questions, getting thoroughly tipsy, running through the bottle of bourbon. “Okay, okay. Last question,” you giggled, eyes shining, lips wet as you ran your tongue over them. “Have you-“ you paused, making eye contact with Danny, who was more adventurous than you thought, you’ve come to find out, “Never have I ever thought about having a threesome.” You shared a look with Dave, before eyeing Danny as you raised the bottle to your lips. Your throat was numb at this point, the liquor sliding down with out some much as a tickle. You held the bottle out in offering, “Well?” You sloshed it a little bit as you looked at the two men. It was Danny who reached for it first, looking at you with hooded eyes, questioning you through his look. You grinned as he sipped the dark liquid, watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. He gestured the bottle to Dave, seeming to already to know his answer. “Something to share with the class boys,” You asked, leaning back against the couch, legs spreading ever so slightly. So maybe you were being a little bit of a slut, but hey. This was for your boyfriend (and maybe you had been watching Daniel a little too closely at the shows Dave had taken you to).

Dave looked to you, blush spreading down to his chest, “When- uh. We uh, used to like fool around I guess, and- we’ve. We’ve considered the possibility.” And there it is. You gasped, hands coming up to your chest as you feigned shock. “Well isn’t this just a surprise!” You giggled at a joke that wasn’t told. “Y/N, it wasn’t ever like… Like serious,” Daniel said, at with that you sat up, leaning over Dave to meet Daniel’s eyes, “Why not?” You hummed, feeling his breath on your lips from the close proximity. “You can’t possibly think I don’t see the way you two eye each other,” You tease, leaning into your boyfriend, resting a hand on his thigh.

“So tell me boys. Why isn’t it serious?” You ask, eyes darkening, as your hand trails up to rest on Dave’s zipper.

“You’re into this?” Dave asked, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. “More than you know,” You said, maneuvering yourself so you were sat in between them. “Danny?” You asked, “Yeah?” He breathed, eyes focused on your lips. “Can I kiss you?” You looked over to Dave for approval, grinning as he titled his head in a subtle nod, before looking back at Danny. “Please,” He whispered, before closing the gap between your lips. You moved slowly, keeping your lips connected, shifting so you were straddling his hips, rolling yours against him as he deepened the kiss, his large hands pulling your body into his. You heard Dave shifting around, paying him no mind til he was behind you, tugging your shirt off, breaking the kiss and exposing your chest. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” Danny gasped as he took in this new sight of you. You giggled, leaning back into Dave’s chest, craning your neck so you could kiss him as you rolled your hips against Danny’s loving the feeling of his hands on you. You broke the kiss with Dave, chest heaving, “Bedroom?” He asked, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded, moving off of Danny’s lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

You spread yourself out on the bed, patting the space next to you, Dave took the hint and laid himself out, you waste no time in straddling him, taking in a deep breath as you unbutton his shirt, taking it off of him slowly. You turned, meeting Danny’s gaze from where he stood next to the bed, you reached for him, tugging his shirt off. You moved so were standing in front of him, hands reaching for his zipper. Sinking down to your knees, you tugged his pants down, revealing his boxers, his hard on straining against the thin fabric. “Fuck Y/N,” He moaned from above you, “You want my mouth Danny?” You asked, palming his length. “Shit, yes.” He hissed, and with the confirmation you tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. “Fuck you’re big,” you breathed, taking in the sight of him. You mouthed against his length before taking his tip in between your lips. A muffled moan from above you caught your attention, looking up through your lashed, the sight was enough to soak your underwear. Dave’s chest heaved as he tangled his fingers in Daniel’s hair, kissing him feverishly. You popped off Danny’s length, “Fuck that’s so hot,” You whimpered before taking Danny back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his length, grasping at his hips. You moved your hands around the length you couldn’t reach, you hummed, the vibration pulling a sweet sound from Danny’s throat. You sunk deeper, taking him into your throat, holding back a gag as he began to rock his length into your mouth. You looked up once more, a few stray tears making their way down your face. “Shit baby, you look so beautiful taking his cock right now,” Dave moaned, meeting your gaze. “Her mouth his so good,” Daniel gasped out, tangling his fingers in your hair. “So good,” Dave praised in response.

Daniel pushed you off gently, “Sorry, sorry. I don’t want to cum yet,” He laughed, voice sounding fucked out already. You smiled, “We don’t have to stop at just once,” you said, voice rough from the abuse, giggling at the way his eyes widen. “Come up here baby,” Dave instructed, helping you stand, tugging off your shorts and underwear as he does so. “Lay down, darling. You put this all together, hmm?” He asked, smiling as you nod. “I think a proper thanks is in need then, what do you think Daniel?” You watched for his response, hole clenching around nothing as he licked his lips and nodded. “You should hear the noises she makes when you put your mouth on her. Go ahead, try it.” Dave instructs, his subtle hint of dominance revealing itself. Your stomach tightens as you watch Danny position himself in between your legs. He wastes no time diving in. Tongue sliding beautifully in between your folds, nose bumping ever so slightly into your clit, giving you that delicious stimulation. You gasp as his tongue licks up into your pussy, whimpering as he brings a hand up to gently circle your bundle of nerves. “Let those noises out baby, sing for him. Such a pretty little voice.” Dave praises from his position next to you, running his hands over your body. Your hips buck as you get close, moaning out, “Fuck Danny, I’m close,” you cry, hands reaching down to tangle into his hair. You roll your hips as he works his tongue, “Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you cry, chest heaving as you works you through your high. Your head rolls back as he slows, heart beating like a drum, you glance down at him, watching as your juices roll down his chin. He wipes it away, “Best meal I’ve ever had,” he laughs as he sits back on his knees, his length still straining against his stomach.

“I want you inside me,” you say, eyes focused on his mouth watering length.

“Beg for it,” He says, seeming to shock everyone in the room, including himself, but he leans into it. “Tell me just how bad you need me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend.”

“Please Danny, I need you to fuck me. I need you so bad, I’ve been thinking of this for so long.” You say, desperation to be full leaking into your tone, not even bothering to check the reaction from Dave. “Shit you were right, Dave.” Danny laughs, “She’s such a slut for it.” You peer up at your boyfriend, a question on your lips, but he beats you to it. He pats your face, “Oh baby, you think we don’t talk about the things we’d do to you? You’re so smart putting this little thing together.” He teases. You open your mouth to retort, but he slips two fingers against your tongue before you can start, “Need me to keep your mouth occupied while Danny fucks you baby?” He asks, smiling as you nod, and suck on his fingers. “Open up darling,” He instructs, pulling his fingers from your mouth as you widen your mouth, he spits into it before shifting, and flipping you over on your stomach, slipping his length between your lips, sighing as you take him, “Shit just like that baby,” he praises, thrusting gently into your mouth. You feel Danny lifting your hips as he lines himself up, moaning around Dave’s length as he slides into you slowly. You rock your hips back to meet his thrusts, taking Dave out of your mouth just for a moment to moan out “Harder,” before Daniel slaps a hand against your ass cheek, “You’ll take what we give you darling, don’t get greedy now.” He growls before picking up the pace.

Dave guides his length back down your throat, ignoring the way you cough and gag around him, Danny’s thrusts driving him further down your throat. The feeling of both your holes being filled is almost too much, but the way Dave’s practiced fingers are massaging your scalp as he uses your throat is enough to keep you grounded. He pulls away for just a second, your moans, no longer muffled, fill the room. “Just had to hear your pretty fucked out moans baby. You know it’s my favorite sound.” Dave smiles, taking in the way you look. Spit smeared against your chin, mascara running as tears slip from your eyes, mouth open, constant puffs of moans falling from your lips.

Dave slips back into your mouth, grunting as you hum around him. You swallow around his length, “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” He warns, you hum in response, swirling your tongue, and hollowing your cheeks. His thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls back so just his tip is resting against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the head, feeling his grip tighten on your hair, “Shit baby, just like that, fuck!” He grunts as he cums into your mouth. “Hold it,” he says, coming down from his high, slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you up until your back is flat against Danny’s chest, his cum still in your mouth. “Good girls share,” He says before connecting your lips, swiping his tongue through your mouth as he gathers up his own cum. You moan as he takes it into his mouth, pressing against you, as he meets Danny’s lips. “Oh shit,” you whine, letting your head fall back against Danny’s shoulder as you watch your boyfriend pass his cum between him and his friends mouths. You can feel Danny’s throat bobbing as he swallows, “Fuck, I’m close,” he pants out, thrusting into you roughly. “Me too,” You whine taking in the feeling of both of their bodies pressed against yours. Dave reaches down to your bundle of nerves, circling around it with two fingers. “C’mon. Cum together,” He pants, attaching his lips to your neck, leaving what’s sure to be a nice mark for tomorrow. Daniel’s thrusts get sloppy and he lets out rhythmic grunts as he thrusts, “Shit baby, I’m gonna cum,” He gasps, and your stomach tightens, bringing you to your second high. “Cum inside me,” you beg, moving your hips down, pressing into the friction Dave is providing against your clit. “Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” Danny grunts, “Fuck,” he whines, driving his hips into you roughly, crying out as he reaches his high. The feeling of him emptying into you is enough to send you over the edge, moaning out his name as you cum, riding out your orgasm, clenching around his length as he comes down.

Dave slows his movements against your clit, and Daniel slides out of you slowly, you gasp at the loss and the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs. You flop against Daves chest, Daniel joining, laying down with his chest pressed against your back as he buries his face into your neck. “That was great,” Dave says, the first one to speak up. You giggle, before breaking out into laughter, “Yeah, yeah it really was,” you sigh, reaching for Dannys hand, intertwining your fingers. “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he giggles, breath puffing against your neck. “We could make this work, y’know. All of us? Properly.” You suggest softly, the post sex glow allowing you to feel vulnerable. “Is that something you guys would want? You’d want me?” Danny asks, meeting Dave’s eyes. Dave nods, “Yeah,” he laughs, “Fuck yeah.”

“We can talk about it more later, for now, cuddles are in order,” you say, shifting so you’re facing Danny, Dave curled against your back, arms around your waist. You press a gentle kiss against Danny’s lips as he presses into you, before falling into that blissful post orgasm daze, a comfortable silence settling over the room as you all bask in the feeling.

Travel Blues

18+ only - minors move along

I debated posting this blurb up. I was inspired of packing for a get away with my husband, followed by @edgingthedarkness mirrored grief of going on a rather large holiday with her husband. For all of those who just love getting ready to go on a vacation, while their partner... well. You'll see.

Jake X Chris

Content warnings - this is an adult blurb - m/m interaction, oral, suggestions on other, more playful times.

I did try to edit this a bit - but it is rough, so pardon any errors or whatnots.

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     “Babe!” 

     I cannot believe he’s calling me again to march my ass back upstairs when my bag is packed, has been packed, and waiting by the door since last night. The week has been a push pull of an argument of trying to get ready to go. We’d planned this little getaway months before and I thought, maybe foolishly that Jake could be the big boy that he is and have his shit together enough to not wait until four hours before we were to depart the house to get on a plane to go to where the beach was quiet, the water super blue and a suite that was drenched in privacy.

      “What is it this time?” I grumble up the stairs.

      “Passport - I can’t find my goddamn passp—”

      His words die as he takes in my very pissed off expression. “It’s been on the front of the fridge for two weeks. I’ve only been saying it daily for a week now.”

      God, I hate sounding like a bitch but honestly, the man was an infuriating bastard at times. I turn on my heel and try my hardest not to look at the tornado of clothes and toiletries and whatnots that have descended on our bedroom. I suppose I’d be the one to have to straighten it up after our return. I puff out my cheeks and start back down to double check that the guitar cases are in order and labeled correctly. I wasn’t even to the halfway mark before -

      “Babe!”

      “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” I shout, turning to find him at the stop of the stairs.

      “Did I ever get that load out of the washer?”

      “Fuck if I know. Your laundry, not mine.”

      He throws me the cow eyes. The damn cow eyes that he knows I could never have the strength to say no to. Or at least that’s what he has made himself believe. I flip him off and continue down to my mission of checking airline tags once more - it would only be the fourth time in the last few hours. No - I am not obsessed. Really.

      He growls and thumps down the stairs like an angry teenager. I already know that his skivvies are in the dryer since I was the one that tossed them in there last night at about one in the morning after finding him on the phone talking on a group call with his parents and Josh. I knew he would forget. A happy sound of discovery comes from the laundry room. Moments later, he appears with a small bundle of boxer briefs and t-shirts in his arms. He skitters by me with a quick peck on the lips before heading back upstairs.

      “I don’t remember getting them into the dryer,” he’s saying as he disappears back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

      I notice that he also did not grab the passport from the fridge. My patients are hanging by a precarious thread. I drift in to get a glass of water and tuck the passport into my palm as his voice drifts down the stairs once more.

      “Do you think I should take the shorts or the speedo?” 

      I love this man. I do. 

      “Oh, did you get the fun… stuff?”

      My eyes squeeze shut against my will.

      “Hey - don’t mean to be a bother - but did you get the passports?”

      I don’t think I could drag enough breath into my lungs to keep myself from flying apart.

     “Hey, Babe? You didn’t happen to see that black hat, did you?”

     Could he be more vague - he only has like two dozen black hats.

     “Oh fuck - how can I be out of deodorant? Is there more in the cupboard?”

      Yup. Fuck my life. 

      “Where the hell is my black linen shirt?”

      I melt down into the chair. There are 145 minutes until the driver arrives to take us to the airport. This was not the first time traveling together, but I swear, the white knuckle race to get Jake ready to go anywhere is too much for my heart to take. I look at the front door once more - my bag, the guitar cases, my carryon that was mostly packed with his stuff. All of it ready. 

      Somehow, 45 minutes have passed. I must’ve drifted off into daydreams. I couldn’t hear anything going on upstairs. My hands come down on the arms of the chair and I am about to launch myself out of said chair to look for him, but a soft thump comes from the top of the stairs. I watch him wrestle his bag down the stairs as if he were a conquering hero. He hits the floor with another bump of the case and smiles that golden smile that makes me melt a little more each time. 

      How did he do that? He rolls the case to the door and looks at the tags with a satisfied nod like he was the one that had done all the work. I chew my tongue in hopes of not blowing the last gasket and landing us in a fight. This trip was just supposed to be about us. Not touring. Not mixing the album. Not the shows or fans. Not family or friends. Just us. He sheepishly makes his way to the kitchen, his eyes on the fridge.

      “Hey,” I say, holding up his passport.

      A grin of relief soothes over his moment of panic. He whispers something, but he’s too far away for me to hear. He brings his wrist up to make it obvious that he’s aware of the time and how much of it we have left. Those lips go from an innocent smile to something tinged a bit darker as he walks towards me.

      “Babe,” he says, the velvet of his rasp caught in my ears as his hands came down on mine.  “Can I show you that I’m sorry?”

       God, his voice hits me and my frame melts into the soft fabric of the chair that’s around me. “What do you have to be sorry for?”

       His fingers cradle my face as he bends down. “I know you have to put up with a lot when it comes to me.”

       His mouth hovers just over mine. I can already taste his tongue against mine as he looks at me, capturing all of my attention. He kisses me gently at first, but then demands that I open. He sucks on my tongue, grazing his teeth against it with a gentle moan.

      “Jake,” I whisper as lowers himself to his knees.

      He just smiles as he hooks his hands beneath my knees to pull me down a bit. Those strong fingers press into my thighs as the devil appears in his eyes. He undoes the belt and lowers my zipper, all the while, keeping his eyes on mine. Fucker. I can’t say no when that tongue peeks out to slide across his bottom lip. 

      “Let me just say thank you,” he says, his voice full of seduction. 

      I’m half hard as he pulls me from my briefs. “Jake.”

      “Chris.”

      My eyes roll closed as he pumps my cock a few times before drawing out my balls with his tongue. He is up on his knees over my prone body as he plunges my dick down his throat. My fingers thread through his thick hair, tugging it at the roots. My body floods with rapture as he twists his tongue and mouth around me just how I like and let out a loud groan. He moans while I’m buried deep and I feel the deep pulse within his mouth. He was working me hard and fast, seeking my cumshot to sear him. The sound of him working me is lush and sloppy as he squeezes my balls. I look at him just as he nibbles at the tip. Oh the things we would do on this vacation.

      He had asked if I had packed the ‘fun stuff’. What a question. I could hardly wait to have him bent with a plug in place and eating at his balls until he wept. Or to be buried, balls deep within that pillowy ass as I flicked at his lovely navy cockring. Oh my god - to have him eating my ass as I pumped myself hard? Making love to him every day for weeks… Yeah. This vacation was going to be for us. 

       Lost in my thoughts, I snap back as he sinks his teeth in at the base in a demand for my attention. Bastard. I grin as he hollows out his cheeks in a hard suck. My hips start to thrust at the sight of his swollen, cherry colored lips. It doesn’t take long, but it is loud as we work hard. I shoot my load hot and heavy down his throat and he coos against my skin with adoration.

      He kisses the tip of my rapidly softening cock. “Thank you, Chris.”

      “For what?” I ask, sleepily smoothing my fingers through his hair.

      “I know you put my clothes in the dryer, and had all of my shit right there where I could pack it,” he says as he tucked me back into my briefs. “I know everything that you do for me. So, thank you.”

       There is a knock on the door. Time was up. Time to head out. I kiss at his puffy mouth, grinning as I am already re-playing everything that was to come on this lovely, smutty vacation. 

~All Eyes On Me~

Josh's pre-show ritual is definitely... different.

Warnings: Exhibitionist kink, masturbation, solo Josh

All four members of Greta Van Fleet had their own pre-show rituals to help rid themselves of nerves or to get in the right mindset for the night. Jake would practice his riffs while having a smoke, Sam and Danny would hotbox their dressing rooms, and Josh would get dressed hours ahead of time.

Sometimes, though, that anxiety would still be making his stomach churn and leave him feeling full of excess energy that he needed to burn off to focus on the show. When that happened, he always turned to the quickest solution, getting off. Nothing eased his nerves like an orgasm.

His fingers trembled as he unzipped his jumpsuit that clung to him like a second skin, pulling it open just enough to pull his hardening cock out. He squirted a bit of the lotion from his makeup bag into his hand before wrapping it around himself, letting his head fall back.

"Fuck..." Josh mumbled, his breath hitching as he stroked himself from base to tip. The feeling was electric, sending shivers down his spine as his mind focused solely on the pleasure. Soon he barely noticed the sounds of distant chatter and the faint hum of equipment being set up for the show.

His fingers moved with practiced precision, the lotion slick against his heated skin. His thoughts, usually a whirlwind before a performance, now were focused entirely on reaching that peak, grounding him in the present moment.

And then...

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Josh! Five minutes to stage!"

Josh was startled out of his thoughts by their manager's voice. He sighed and scrambled to fix his jumpsuit, stopping by his mirror to check his appearance one more time. There was a very obvious bulge at the front of his jumpsuit now, but it wasn't the first time it's happened and it probably wouldn't be the last.

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Performing on stage always gave Josh a rush of energy, whether it be from the adrenaline or the crowd themselves. He was lost in the music tonight, letting it move him where it pleased.

Before he realized what he was doing, Josh was subtly grinding against the mic stand. His movements were primal, instinctual, as if the music itself was guiding his body. The stage lights cast dramatic shadows across his face, highlighting the sheen of sweat on his brow. Knowing that the entire crowd could see him, that they could so easily figure out what was going on, pushed Josh closer to the finish line he was chasing.

As the song reached its crescendo, Josh's movements became more frenzied, his body a conduit for the music's intensity. As he lost himself in the rhythm of his own movements, the anticipation coiled tight in his belly, like a spring ready to snap.

And then, with a final, electrifying note, the song ended, and Josh tipped over the edge, all eyes on him. Beads of sweat glistened on Josh's brow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood there, the epitome of raw, untamed energy. He was glad he pulled the mic back before it caught any of his moans as his cock pulsed and coated the inside if his jumpsuit.

If later that night he jerked off to the posts people were making about him so obviously getting off on stage... well, that's no one's business but his own...

&. 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. ❜

Steve and Eddie should fuck nasty style. Absolutely disgusting and criminally. For me. Personally.

What You'd Do To Me Tonight

Sub!Josh × Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Sub!Josh, Dom!reader, slight bdsm, slight degradation, praise kink, mommy kink, master kink, handjobs, edging, dacryphillia

You decide that it's your turn to have a little fun with Josh instead of letting him take the reins this time...

Usually, you let Josh take the reigns I'm your relationship. He had a gentle dominance about him in the bedroom, but tonight, you were feeling bold and decided to take charge.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls as you leaned in closer to him. His breath hitched as your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your touch. The air was thick with desire, the scent of him intoxicating as you inched closer, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

Eventually, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss starting off slow and tender before growing more urgent and passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, presumably to pull you closer to him, but you stopped him with your own hands.

"Nuh-uh. No touching tonight unless you ask me," You whispered into his ear, nipping it for good measure. You could feel him shiver underneath you, but the cocky grin he had told you that he wasn't going to make this easy for you.

"Darling... You and I both know that you want me to touch you," He replied, trying to pull his hands from your grasp.

You sighed and stood up before taking a few steps back from the bed. Assuming he had control again, Josh grinned and tried to stand, only to be stopped again. His gaze followed your hands as you grabbed the box out of the closet that was full of various sex toys, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, c'mon, darling... you aren't really gonna chain me up, are you?"

You straddled him, pinning his arms above his head and chaining him to the headboard. "There," you began, "Now, be a good boy, and maybe I'll let you cum. Do I make myself clear?"

He rolls his eyes, a playful defiance in them, but beneath the surface, you can sense his excitement. It's in the way his toes curl involuntarily, the way his pupils dilate like dark pools of desire when you firmly grasp his jaw, asserting your dominance.

"I said: Do I make myself clear?" Your voice is a low, sultry purr, laced with a hint of command as you lean in, nipping teasingly at his plush lower lip.

Josh swallows audibly, a slight tremor running through his body as he struggles to maintain his composure. "Y-yes," he mumbles, the single word slipping past his lips in a breathless whisper, "Yes, you do..."

You hold his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you, before you slowly release his jaw, letting your fingers trail down his chest in a tantalizing caress. As you hover over him, a predator poised to strike, you feel a surge of confidence coursing through your veins. Tonight, you are the orchestrator of pleasure, the master of seduction, and Josh is your willing captive.

You unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down the column of his throat to his nipples, taking one of the sensitive buds into your mouth. His gasp turned into a moan as you nipped at it before turning your attention to the other and repeating your actions.

Your lips traveled down to his soft tummy, and Josh's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his restrained hands clenching against the handcuffs as he arched into your touch. The room was filled with the heady scent of desire, mingling with the soft sounds of his gasps and the rustle of sheets beneath you.

As you peppered his tummy with kisses and hickeys, you could feel the tension building in him, a primal need coiling tight in the pit of his stomach. "Feel good, baby?" You ask, nuzzling his clothed inner thigh.

"Y-yes... feels good..." Josh mumbled back, his face buried into the meat of his shoulder, muffling his voice.

Well that just won't do.

"Josh. Look at me," You ordered. When it was clear he wasn't gonna move, you grabbed his jaw once more, making him face you. Now that you had his attention, you began undoing his pants with your free hand, "If you stop looking at me, I'll stop touching you."

His cock was leaking against his hip when you pulled his pants down, the movement making him shiver. You released his jaw in favor of trailing a finger down his hips and wiping a finger through the mess. You held it up to his lips expectantly. "Open." Josh's lips opened, and you spread his bitter fluid over his tongue, feeling heat pool in your center at the act. "What do you say?"

Josh sounded absolutely fucked out already when he finally responded, "T-thank you, master."

As a reward for his good behavior, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it throb hot and heavy against your palm. Josh's breath hitched in his throat, a desperate sound escaping him as you began to stroke him slowly, teasingly. His eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown so wide they nearly seemed black.

You swiped a thumb over the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back. The moment he looked away, you let go of his cock, tearing a whine from him. "W-wait! Please don't stop!" He begged, teary-eyed.

"I told you I'd stop if you looked away. Want to try again?" You ask, fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.

"I promise I'll be good! Just- fuck, just please keep going..." Satisfied with his begging, you resumed your precious actions. This time when he got close, however, you kept going, working him through his orgasm. You gathered up the mess on his tummy, spreading it on two fingers before pressing them against his hole.

"Deep breath, baby..." You mumble as you push your fingers into him.

This wasn't something that happened often, Josh bottoming, but it was something that you both enjoyed from time to time. As your fingers slid into him, his body tensed momentarily, a mixture of anticipation and a hint of vulnerability flashing across his features. The air in the room crackled with a raw intensity as you watched his face contort with a myriad of emotions.

Josh's breath hitched in his chest as he adjusted to the feeling of your fingers stretching him, his muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm. His eyes, darkened with desire, searched yours for guidance, for reassurance, and you responded with exactly that, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm.

You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the subtle tremors coursing through his body as he surrendered to your touch. Every small movement, every breath he took, seemed amplified in the charged atmosphere of the room. His movements and whines became more and more frequent as you pushed deeper, searching for that spot you knew would have him singing for you.

"Ahn! F-fuck! (Y/N)!" His back arched off the bed, handcuffs jangling against the bed frame, "M-more! Please, Mommy!"

Both of you froze. Josh had never called you that before. You could see the panic and embarrassment rising in his face, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"Mommy's got you, baby..." You soothed him, speeding up your movements. It wouldn't be long now, you knew. He was like putty in your hands, all signs of defiance from earlier gone, now replaced by desperate gasps and writhing movements.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!"

When Josh came a second time, it was with a scream of your name as his cock spurted onto his tummy. Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the heavy panting of Josh as he lay sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, his body a canvas of raw desire and ecstasy. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a sheen of pleasure, as he basked in the aftermath of his release.

You watched him intently, your heart swelling with a mix of affection and lust at the sight of him so utterly undone. As much as you wanted to go another round, you knew he was done for the night.

"You did so good for me, Josh..." You whispered into his ear as you unhooked the handcuffs, gently rubbing the red marks left behind, "Let's get you in the bath, okay?"

"Mmm... okay..." Josh mumbled, clearly exhausted. You started him a bath, making sure to add in some lavender soap to the tub just like you knew Josh liked. Getting him to the bathroom was definitely a bit of work, what with his legs being jelly, but you managed, before climbing into the tub behind him, pulling him against your chest.

"Love you, Josh."

"Love you too, (Y/N)... Ya' always make me feel so good..." He mumbles, half asleep already.

You knew he'd get back at you next time, but for now, he was your baby...